Romance Books for Women
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“Mr. Smith, my savior “
The day after her first wedding anniversary, Linda discovered that her husband and childhood best friend have plotted against her to steal her legacy and family’s company. From a CEO to an unfortunate, Linda will be stand by Riley Smith, the CEO of Luxurious. But in return, he proposed her a wedding deal for seven months in order to save his position of CEO and calm his grandmother down. At her utter astonishment, Linda found out that Riley was crushing on her since their childhood. When love has started sparkling between them, Samantha, Riley’s sister-in-law who had always crushed on him will be a nightmare for Linda. Will she gain her legacies back ? Will she survive when everything seems against her ? Will she finally live a true love story ? Read on to find out !/0/33621/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250124155916&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped in a Millionaire's Revenge
Sienna Di Marco is the daughter of an influential businessman of a shipping line in Miami, Florida. Her father, Mauricio Di Marco, is looking to do business with Lucas Sandonini, the son of one of the most important entrepreneurs in the shipping industry in Italy. Lucas arrived in Miami intending to make investments in the city. The problem arises when Sienna's father asks her to be the best hostess for Lucas during the party, he planned to please the young entrepreneur. However, Lucas's intentions are not just to do business. His true intentions are to avenge Mauricio Di Marco, stealing his greatest treasure, his daughter Sienna. Behind this revenge, Sienna will be trapped in a world full of undiscovered secrets. Lucas will involve feelings, which eventually leads him to do unexpected things./1/115594/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528172534&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taste of the Dark - A Mafia Romance
I tried to quit. My boss said no. When you work for billionaire restaurateur Bastian Hale, every day is an exercise in endurance. He screams at you in front of half the staff? Endure. He tears your work to bits and tells you to start again? Endure. He surprises you shirtless in the office late one night? Endure... then go home and die of embarrassment. I've endured six years of Bastian Hale. I can endure anything. ... Until my doctor tells me I'm going blind in ninety days. Suddenly, enduring isn't the goal anymore. Living is. Seeing everything I can before the lights go out forever. And that means one thing: quitting the job that's consumed my entire adult life. There's just one problem: Bastian doesn't accept my resignation. Instead, he shreds my letter to pieces... Offers me a million dollars to stay... And vows to make my last ninety days of sight worth remembering. The man is arrogant. Brutal. Cold as the walk-in freezer. But his hands are warm. And in the dark, he teaches me things my eyes never could. I wanted one last look at the light. I got a taste of the dark instead./0/80865/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194407&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Foolish Love: Her Empire, Her Rules
It was the day my grandfather would announce the man I’d choose to lead Reddington Global, our corporate empire. My “Keystone”—the family’s immense capital and crucial knowledge—was meant to ensure his success. In my first life, I poured everything into Jamie Vance, my childhood sweetheart, making him CEO. But his cruel sneer still echoes: "If it weren't for needing your Keystone to help Candace build her own empire, I would never have pretended to care for you!" He paraded his true love, Candace Dubois, using all the power I gave him to elevate her. He shredded my reputation, seized every asset for Candace, then left me with nothing. “This CEO position,” he’d spat, “even without you, I could have eventually grasped!” It wasn’t just betrayal; it was annihilation. I died utterly broken, wondering how I could have been so blind, so foolish, to hand over my very essence to a monster. But then, I woke up. I was back. The same day, the same announcement, but this time, things would be different. Jamie Vance would not ruin me again. I’m ready to rewrite my destiny./0/25017/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220311101438&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Look At Me!
Again, Clarissa was annoyed at her mother who wanted to set her up with her friend's son who was a successful businessman. Clarissa didn't want to pay attention because she saw that her mother and father's marriage did not last and made Clarissa a broken home girl. She grew up to be an arrogant, self-righteous girl, and always wanted to be the centre of attention. Love came into Clarissa's life. She fell in love with her handsome and kind lecturer, Mr. Diaz Wardhana. Missing affection, Clarissa pursued her idol lecturer. Her love unrequited, making Clarissa live out of control. Adimasta, Clarissa's friend, loved her sincerely. His patience finally made Clarissa melt, slowly turning her messy life into fun and knowing directions./0/85871/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211000&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blinded By Her Betrayal
The scent of lilies was thick, sweet, and suffocating. It was my wedding day, a grand affair Chloe had meticulously planned, even insisting on a custom-designed lighting fixture for the venue. Then the world exploded: metal twisted, glass shattered, and a crushing impact stole my sight, leaving me in a terrifying void. Chloe stayed by my side, weeping as the doctors delivered their grim prognosis: permanent blindness. She promised to be my "eyes," to take care of me, and swore our extravagant wedding would still happen, a beacon of eternal devotion. Her words were a lifeline in the suffocating dark, and I clung to them, believing in a future where her love would guide me. But then, the flickers started, ghost images resolving into light. My sight was returning, yet an instinct deep inside told me to keep it a secret. I continued to play the blind man, observing, listening, hidden in plain sight. One evening, feigning sleep, I heard Chloe whisper to Mark Stone, her brother-in-law. "Are you sure this was the only way?" she asked. "It was the cleanest way," he murmured, "An accident. Now he's helpless. He'll never find out about us." My heart stopped as I saw Mark kiss her-long and deep-before they spoke of my "inheritance" and a future built on my ruin. They planned it all: the accident, my blindness, my slow, humiliating descent into a "charity case" to be exploited. The betrayal was a physical blow, a cold, black void far worse than any darkness they thought they' d cast me into. They thought me a sightless fool, an easy target. They had no idea who I truly was, or what I was capable of. A silent, burning rage ignited within me, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. They wanted a show? I would give them one tonight at the wedding-a spectacle they would never forget, where their carefully constructed lies would unravel./0/93380/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106214022&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Genius's Fiery Reckoning
For five years, I believed I had a perfect life. I was the chief scientist of a clean energy company I co-founded with my husband, the CEO. My only regret was the lab fire that killed my mentor, a death I felt responsible for. That perfect world shattered at a farmers' market. I saw my husband with a secret family-a woman and a little boy who called him "Daddy." Then the scene became a nightmare. My mentor, Abel, the man I'd mourned for five years, was standing there with them, alive and well. That night, I uncovered the full, five-year conspiracy. They faked his death to steal my next-generation technology. But their plan was even more monstrous. I found a recording of them plotting to have me declared mentally incompetent, using my "grief" as proof. A conservatorship would give them legal control of my mind and all my intellectual property. They weren't just stealing my work. They were planning to bury me alive. The next morning, I walked into the office of the city's most ruthless lawyer and laid the evidence on her desk. She asked me what I wanted. "I don't want their money," I told her. "I want to burn their empire to the ground."/0/23922/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211104013703&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Letting The Odds Win
Odds! Wouldn’t it be odd to not have something to fight against like suppose just some odds that we have to face? We can’t just escape them for sure. I mean numbers can’t be complete with just even series, right? Just the same way, having odds has been a normal part of anyone’s life. Yeah, sometimes these can be weird too. Still, they can be overcome and many can be successful in doing that also. Alas! Some may not be able to do that. A couple had let the odd win as them staying together was the odd thing and it is not because they want to but because they are tired. For how much longer would two people try to fight the odds without help from outside? And hence the failure resulting in separation. If the odds are that powerful then what if them getting back together is odd this time? Well, let’s see if this time odds will win or not./0/92285/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251118144806&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For The Billionaire I Was Hired To Protect
Jace Maddox is a billionaire tech CEO known for his cold heart and strict routines. Behind closed doors, he's a man haunted by betrayal, grief, and secrets too heavy to share. River Hale is an ex-military bodyguard with nothing left to lose. Disgraced and angry, he's hired to protect the one man he can't stand, Jace Maddox. When a dangerous scandal threatens to destroy Jace's empire, the only way to survive is a fake relationship. A staged romance to control the media. But fake feelings start to feel real. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, both men must face their pasts, and the truth about what they've come to mean to each other./0/78675/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251218063653&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle
After a high-profile divorce from Skyview City's most eligible CEO, Anna Shaw is done playing the good wife. No more boardroom diplomacy, no more fake smiles for society's vultures and definitely no more heartbreak. She's rich, ruthless, and freshly single, with nothing to lose and a point to prove.When a night of champagne fueled rebellion leads her into the arms of a dangerously perfect stranger, Anna isn't looking for love she's rewriting the rules. But power always comes with a price, and freedom can be just as intoxicating and just as dangerous as desire.Sharp-tongued, unapologetic, and seductive, The Fall of Anna Shaw is a scandalous journey of reinvention, revenge, and the kind of pleasure that leaves bruises in all the right places./0/83681/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202723&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hero's Other Life
My husband, Mike, was a hero: a National Guard Sergeant, beloved teacher, and football coach. I was his proud, supportive wife, a registered nurse at the VA, and I believed our life was built on his service to our country. But on a charity delivery for Gold Star families, I drove to a quiet town expecting to help a grieving sister. Instead, I saw my "hero" husband in a backyard, laughing with a woman and a little boy who called him "Daddy." My world tilted, the air left my lungs as I watched them, a perfect family portrait under the sun. He came home days later, full of lies about the Nevada desert, his smiles not reaching his eyes. When I confronted him about Mill Creek, Brianna, and Cody, his facade cracked, but he spun a tale of noble duty to a fallen comrade' s family. But I knew the truth: Cody's age didn't add up to a "one-time mistake." The silence hung heavy, confirming not just one betrayal, but two – Brianna was pregnant again. The next morning, he shoved insurance forms at me, printed for Cody, demanding I sign them to pay for his illegitimate son' s medical needs with my federal benefits. When I refused, "No" became a rock, and he grabbed my arm, shoved me against the counter, hurting my hip. "You owe me this," he hissed, the hero stripped away, revealing a monster. Then, with vindictive cruelty, he exposed my sister Olivia' s husband, Mike' s best friend, as also having had an affair, tying our pain together. I was attacked, our sacred family bonds shattered by his cold, calculated malice. How could I have been so blind? How dared he weaponize my sister's pain to control me? That was the moment. The fear became cold, righteous anger. This wasn't just about my broken marriage; it was about two sisters betrayed, their lives upended by a manipulator. We would not just leave; we would fight back. With every rule he broke, every lie he told, we would systematically dismantle the hero he pretended to be./0/86184/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211316&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unlucky Twin's Unseen Path
From the moment I was born, a tiny, almost invisible birthmark behind my left ear sealed my fate. My mother, living by old superstitions, saw it as a bad omen, setting me apart from my identical twin, Sophia. She became the family favorite, showered with love and opportunity, while I became the "unlucky" one, living in her shadow with a nanny on a forgotten corner of our estate. Then, the unimaginable happened: Liam Davis, the adopted son of a powerful political figure, was at our family dinner, when he was never supposed to be there. And Sophia, my identical twin, who was supposed to marry the tech CEO Ethan Vance, shocked everyone by declaring her choice: she would marry Liam Davis. Sophia, with a smug, triumphant smile, later cornered me, "I told you I wanted your life. This time, I'm taking the right path from the beginning. Liam's power, his influence... it will all be mine. You can have the bankrupt tech genius." Her words chillingly confirmed it: she remembered everything from our first life, just like me. In that past life, I was married off to Liam Davis, a cold, distant man whose political ambition was built on secrets and ruthless tactics. His rise to power was bloody, leaving me a shield against his enemies and enduring constant humiliation in the shadows. Sophia had seen only the glamorous result, not the treacherous path, blindly envying my hard-won position. She thought marrying Liam was her shortcut to the life she deserved. Now, she believed she was seizing a better future, unaware that she was stepping into the very hell I had endured. She had chosen Liam, but she hadn't chosen the man he became with me. And I, the "unlucky" twin, was left with Ethan Vance, the supposed "bankrupt tech genius" destined for ruin. But I refused to be a passive victim again. This time, I knew the game, and I understood Sophia' s blindness. She wanted my old life? She could have it. Because this time, I would choose my own path. And maybe, just maybe, this "failed" marriage might hold a secret I never anticipated./0/88687/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213355&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine
Three years. That' s how long I spent in prison, taking the fall for the man I loved, Case Stevens, believing his promise of marriage and a future. But the moment I walked out, I discovered his sweet words were a meticulously crafted lie, a cruel game orchestrated with my university rival, Blair Kelley, to destroy me and my family. They humiliated me publicly, forcing me into a mock proposal with a dog, while my father lay dying in a hospital, his care deliberately withdrawn by Case to seize control of our family company. At my father' s funeral, I learned Blair had mixed his ashes into her "art," a twisted masterpiece she then set ablaze, burning the last physical piece of him. I was beaten by Case' s friends, left for dead, my body broken, my spirit shattered. I was dying, but a doctor, Axel Everett, offered me a chance at a new life, a chance to become a ghost in the world that had betrayed me./0/32839/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519004208&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Of The Returning Wife
“Go after her! don't let her out of your sight! “We can't afford to let her slip out of our hands this time, she needs to die, we need to make sure she does! the voice rang out through her mind as she runs for her dear life in the middle of the night. she ran as fast as she could but they soon caught up with her with one swift move. without wasting more time, the leader of the gang shoots at her and she fell, bleeding heavily. “Miss Samantha! the job is done, the princess is dead! the man said. when she heard the name of the person who ordered her to be put to death, her heart tweaks. in the next splitting second, she was pushed down the cliff. Five e Years Later, She is back With only one goal; Befriend the enemies and revenge/0/56461/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240607182740&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romance And Medicine
The sound of metal scraping against metal jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I was met with darkness, my surroundings unfamiliar. Panic surged through my veins as I realized I was in the backseat of a car, my hands tied behind my back. I recalled what happened earlier, the note. I was still on the red gown, it was all a lie. Who would want to hurt me, who exactly? Frantically, I wriggled against the restraints behind me, the knots biting into my skin. I needed to call for help, anyone at all. "Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the confined space. But there was no response, only the eerie silence of my captivity. Suddenly, the car rumbled to life. My heart raced. What was happening? I couldn't think as I kicked at the door, desperate to escape, but it wouldn't budge. Tears welled in my eyes as the realization dawned upon me, I might die. "Please no, no God," I wept, my tears mixing with my makeup but I didn't care, my life was more important. My cries grew louder, more desperate, but still, no one came to my aid, not like it was their fault, because the last thing I could remember was the park, how did I get to God knows where. More fear consumed me as the car lurched forward, where was it taking me? Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and my eyes widened in horror. I looked around and realized where I was—the junkyard. The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay as the car was lifted into the air by a massive crane, heading straight for the crusher. My world came to a momentary stop. "No! Please, no!" I screamed, my voice raw with terror. I thrashed against my bonds, but it was futile. "God, no.. please!" More tears streamed down my cheeks as the walls of the car began to close in around me. My screams reached a deafening pitch as the car crusher began to crush the vehicle. I was inside it. I pounded on the windows, my cries echoing through the empty yard, but there was no one to hear me, no one to save me. The sound of metal groaning and collapsing around me only added to the horror of the moment, and I cried out in anguish, the fear and helplessness consuming me. I gave up, I had to, there was no point. Amidst the chaos around me, I could only think of one person. Dr. Nick, how on Earth would he find me? "Oh, God." Suddenly, a familiar voice shattered the silence. "Jasmin!" it cried out. And once again, he came for me. Tears filled my eyes as I watched him run towards the car. The crusher might finish what's left of me before he even got to me. I shut my eyes close as tears flowed down my eyes. Our love was like Medicine mixed with few drops of Romance...../0/21732/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240422120446&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me, Sandoval
Will you imagine that a high-class lady, Intelligent and glamorous woman will be a mistress? She loathes a cheater and a prevaricator but there's barely one man who captured her attention. A man that she encountered when she's employing a secretary, She's biting her lip while glimpsing at the man. Not recognizing that It's married already. She's not yet reading the application form she leaned on her swivel chair and crossed her arm. "You're passed" Is that because he caught her attention or it's one of her plans? She wants to challenge herself and it's giving her a thrilling day by day. But what if one day she heard these words. "You're mine, only mine, Hailey"He uttered that made her world rock. Will she be ready for being a mistress? "Yes touch me... touch me, Sandoval'/0/85089/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205638&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Echo: A Husband's Resolve
I had everything planned for the Starlight Foundation Gala. A new suit for me, a tiny dress for our daughter, Lily, and a stunning gown for my wife, Scarlett Hayes. Lily was buzzing, clutching her dress. "Daddy, is Mommy coming with us?" she asked, her eyes wide with hope. Then the call. Scarlett' s voice, cold and distant: "Promises can be broken when a career is on the line." She hung up, leaving Lily's hopeful gaze to dim into familiar sadness. My heart sank, but I vowed she wouldn' t ruin another night for our daughter. Later, at the glittering gala, the host introduced a woman who represented "family, success, and pure talent." My blood froze. Scarlett She emerged, radiant, on stage. But not alone. Jake Peterson, her ex, held her hand. And a boy, Lily' s age, held his. The host gushed, "Scarlett, you and your partner Jake are an inspiration! How do you balance such a successful career with being such a devoted mother and partner?" Scarlett laughed, looking at Jake. "It's all about priorities. They are my world." My world. The words echoed, a punch to my gut. Lily whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with them? Who is that little boy?" Rage, cold and sharp, cut through my shock. This wasn' t a last-minute shoot. This was a calculated, public betrayal. I stood up, ready to confront her, my daughter clutching my jacket. "Scarlett." I demanded, "Who are these people? What is this?" Her brief panic vanished. "I have no idea who you are," she said, dripping with false sympathy. "Security, please escort this man and the child out. He's scaring my son." The crowd erupted, jeering at me. My wife had erased us. As guards moved in, her lips formed two silent words: "The clause." Then my phone buzzed. A text from Scarlett: "This is for the show. Play along." A bitter laugh escaped me. Play along? No. She had chosen fame over family, a lie over love. She had crossed a line. And I was no longer heartbroken. I was resolved. She wanted a scene? I would give her a war. I would burn her fake world to the ground./1/113717/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260624073805&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempting The Graves Brothers
Two brothers. One house. A million ways for everything to go wrong. Khione Kay wanted one thing: a quiet sleepover at her best friend's house. She didn't expect the shadows of the Graves estate to be so suffocating-or for him to be waiting in them. Noah Graves. Her best friend's older brother. The boy who has been a thorn in her side since she was ten. He's dangerous, arrogant, and famous for the rotating door of girls he brings home every night. Khione knows she should hate him-and for years, she succeeded. But hate and desire are two sides of the same coin, and one night of friction finally causes a spark. In a cold bathroom, with blood on her temple and a secret burning between them, the line is crossed. A single mistake changes the game, and now Khione is drowning in guilt. Just as the walls start closing in, Zion Graves-the kind, protective younger brother-steps in. He offers the safety Noah destroys, but his presence only makes the lie heavier. Caught between the brother who breaks her and the brother who wants to save her, Khione is playing a losing hand. How long can she keep the secret before the Graves brothers tear her world apart?/1/118723/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260622195123&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling In Love With My Husband Who Was Delusional
I woke up naked and drugged on a luxury yacht, only to find a marriage license thrown at my face. The groom was King Bennett, the ruthless, paralyzed billionaire titan. I wasn't supposed to be the bride. My stepsister Kassidy was. But my own father had drugged me and swapped us out like livestock just to secure his corporate deal. Trapped at sea, I hacked the yacht's network to find proof of my innocence, only to uncover something far worse. A hidden video of Kassidy in a hotel bed with Evan, my boyfriend of three years. "She's just so boring," Evan laughed on screen, kissing my stepsister's neck. My family and my lover had coordinated my absolute destruction. When I tried to show King the evidence, a glitch blasted the obscene audio instead. Disgusted, he shattered my tablet, branded me a cheap whore, and forced me to clean up broken glass on my hands and knees until I bled. I was entirely alone, stripped of my dignity, and framed as a manipulative gold-digger by the very people who sold me. The betrayal was a cold, hollowing void. I had no one left to lose, and no weaknesses left to exploit. But they made one fatal mistake. When I helped King back into his wheelchair, I felt a faint, involuntary twitch in his supposedly dead leg. The world's top doctors said he was paralyzed forever, but my medical training told me otherwise. I wiped the blood from my hands and smiled. I didn't need to escape anymore; I had just found the ultimate leverage to make them all pay./0/86497/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211821&imageMogr2/format/webp)
