Romance Books for Women
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Immaculate Deception - A Mafia Romance
MY LIFE WAS ONE PERFECT LIE. UNTIL THE DON BURST IN AND TORE IT ALL APART. He broke into my clinic late one night and made me his. Nine months later, I'm on the side of the road giving birth-and who do I see stopping to help? The mobster. The monster. The man who made me beg for more-and then left before I ever got his name. He doesn't realize who I am. Where I'm from. What I've done. But I've got secrets that I'll die to keep safe from him. Starting with this: That's our baby in his arms./1/101421/coverorgin.jpg?v=b13f37ddfb2c62d030f31b882dec5b0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."/1/122195/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a602b128875a83efd1869aa0165e31e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress He Drove Away: His Regret Came Too Late
In the year she was at her lowest, Isabella Sullivan worked three jobs a day and even sold her blood, all to pay for Daniel Lawson's leg treatment. In that bare rented room, Daniel held her hand tightly and promised he would never betray her. Yet as soon as his legs recovered, he transformed into the richest man in Northhaven. And at his grand wedding, the bride had changed. Isabella smiled until her eyes burned red. She did not cry. She did not make a scene. He was marrying someone else, and she received a call from her wealthy parents. "Isabella, the family conflict will be settled in seven days. Get ready. We'll bring you home then."/1/124197/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6658adbbe56e5c04550692538573f20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Forsaken Mate's Ultimate Cold Awakening
I married Julian Sterling to take my dead sister's place, acting as a free nanny to his ten-year-old son, Leo. But when Leo maliciously pushed me into the freezing lotus pond and then fake-cried, Julian didn't even look at my drenched, shivering body. He scooped up his son and harshly scolded me for lacking the patience and dignity of a mother. As punishment, my mother-in-law forced me to kneel all night in the freezing family shrine. Meanwhile, Julian sat warmly in the parlor, chatting intimately with his childhood sweetheart. The icy water and freezing night gave me a deadly fever. Instead of calling a doctor, they locked me in my room with only a cup of water and a piece of rock-hard black bread. They wanted to slowly, legally starve me to death. When Julian finally came to check on me, it was only to throw a heavy book at me in a drunken rage, smashing my wrist. "Who told you to move? Always making a scene!" Looking at my bruised wrist and his disgusted eyes, my heart went completely numb. I finally realized his promise to "take care of me" was a pathetic joke. I was just a disposable tool meant to rot in this gilded cage. I stopped crying. I secretly used my own herbal remedies to cure my fever, walked out of that room, and looked at the man who thought I would submit forever. "Julian, let's separate."/1/114145/coverorgin.jpg?v=abf78ade377aa3bee75c428a0936ca8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live. It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders. "Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now." He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party. When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests. Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim. Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat. "I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime." A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed? Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life./1/122291/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe9b4b115a23f8b71fc9b9920352908b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The wife he left behind
I gave him nine years. Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his. Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself. Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman's waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married. He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin. The divorce papers came that same night. I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving. I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister's calls to have me removed. I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind. He did not know. I believe that. But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone's afterthought. Never again./1/102384/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a63d355ad94f3bb354b211851d740c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruin Me, Gently
Isabelle couldn't stop drinking as the music pounded through the club. She was trying to drown out the image of her best friend, Aurora, who was pregnant with her fiancé's child, on what should have been Isabelle's engagement night. But fate had other plans. When an employee calls in sick, Isabelle volunteers to fill in, unaware she is about to walk straight into the arms of Don Miller-the club's most powerful and dangerous client. He was ruthless, commanding, and known for treating women as playthings. Don doesn't believe in love... until Isabelle. One glance, one reckless touch, and something shifts. She stirs a hunger in him he thought he'd buried forever. And when he learns what broke her, Don makes Isabelle an indecent offer: He promises to mend her shattered heart and destroy everyone who betrayed her-if she surrenders to him completely. Two broken souls. One dark deal. Isabelle is about to learn that submission might just be the sweetest form of revenge. What begins as a dangerous bargain soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more intoxicating than either expected. Maybe love isn't always gentle. Sometimes it's an obsession. Sometimes it's surrender. And sometimes... it's the most exquisite kind of ruin./0/38683/coverorgin.jpg?v=55567de4a9cec3cb781c36f037e487ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lock You in My Heart
Fate brought a charming lady and a cold gentleman together. However, at first, it didn't seem like they weren't made for each other. Lyla and Joshua parted ways as quickly as they got married. Three years later, Lyla returned as a strong independent woman with a prominent family background and twins she loved to death. Joshua tried to reach his ex-wife all to no avail. One night as she was smiling and sipping from a glass of red wine, he showed up out of nowhere and pressed her against a pillar. The unreachable star Lyla was previously married to was now standing in front of her like a worthless rock. He whispered into her ear, "Finally, you are back!" After he kissed her forcefully, Lyla pushed him away and glared at him. "Have you lost your mind, Joshua? Need I remind you that we got divorced long ago? Stay away from me!" Joshua's jaw dropped to the floor./1/125905/coverorgin.jpg?v=9faa2a272d5d207ade0d22aec0eb4182&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Ex's Rival For Sweet Revenge
I was at my lavish engagement party, smiling perfectly beside my star hockey player fiancé, Jaimen Blackburn. Then my phone buzzed with an anonymous message. It was a high-definition photo of Jaimen naked in a hotel bed with his ex-girlfriend, taken just hours ago. I hijacked the stage and projected the disgusting photo onto the massive ballroom screen, publicly dumping him in front of everyone. But instead of getting sympathy, my own mother called to curse me out for ruining their "golden ticket" to wealth. Jaimen's mother, a ruthless billionaire, immediately prepared to destroy my life. She planned to use an ironclad NDA I was forced to sign, threatening to bankrupt me if I ever spoke out. I was left entirely homeless, hunted by vicious paparazzi, and facing total financial ruin for a betrayal I didn't even commit. Seven years of my youth and loyalty were reduced to a public joke. Why was I the one being punished, silenced, and thrown to the wolves when he was the one who cheated? Just as I hit rock bottom, a sleek black Bentley pulled up in the shadows. Out stepped Gannon Farley, Jaimen's biggest nemesis and the billionaire captain of the rival team. He handed me a seven-figure contract, a massive pink diamond, and the original copy of my NDA that he had just personally stolen. "Be my fake fiancée, and we'll destroy them together." I looked at the contract, picked up the pen, and signed my name./1/124586/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d9d05184c5d26a37ff14f5a2fd5ee59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex's Uncle? My Secret Forbidden Affair
Kathryne went to the St. Regis Hotel to surprise her fiancé, Leo, for his twenty-fifth birthday. She had a Patek Philippe watch in her hand, thinking she was the luckiest woman in the world. But when she pushed open the unlocked door to his suite, she saw him sweating on top of a blonde woman. "You promised you'd break up with that boring Kathryne after your birthday," the woman whined. Kathryne didn't cry. She snapped a photo of their tangled bodies, threatened to leak it to the press, and called off the engagement right there. She thought that was the end of her nightmare. But as she nearly collapsed in the hotel lobby, Leo's uncle, the terrifying and powerful Everett Carlisle, stepped out of the shadows. He chased Leo away, drove her home, and played the perfect, caring elder. He even convinced her strict father that she needed a fresh start, forcing her to sign an ironclad contract to be his personal assistant. Kathryne felt completely trapped. She had just escaped one suffocating relationship only to be handed over to a man who somehow knew everything about her-from her hidden claustrophobia to her secret stash of junk food. She thought she was just taking a demanding job to heal her broken heart. She had no idea that Everett had orchestrated the entire hotel betrayal just to break her engagement. She was running away from a cheating boy, completely unaware that she was walking straight into the meticulously designed cage of a patient predator./1/111532/coverorgin.jpg?v=d46c836c177c483b822ce9cdd13ae747&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the CEO by Morning
After my boyfriend of four years publicly humiliated me at a charity gala, calling me a "charity case," I drowned my sorrows at a dive bar and had a one-night stand with a stranger. I woke up the next morning in a luxury hotel suite to find out the stranger was Christian Porter, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street. Worse, paparazzi had photographed us leaving the bar. He coldly informed me that the photos would create a scandal that could tank his company's upcoming IPO, costing him hundreds of millions. As if my world wasn't collapsing fast enough, I got a call that my younger brother had been arrested for assaulting my ex in my defense. Christian didn't want my apology; he wanted a solution. He slammed a prenuptial agreement on the table in front of me. He gave me an ultimatum: sign a two-year marriage contract to turn the scandal into a corporate fairy tale, or he would ruin me. Trapped, I agreed. But when my furious brother confronted him at the police station, Christian looked him dead in the eye and said something that left me breathless. "I didn't marry her to solve a problem," he said, his voice echoing in the small room. "I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."/0/31690/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0eb367190080efd8ec1388379cbdb75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous: Don't Mess With The Domineering Boss
She fell into her sister's trap and had a one night stand that left her pregnant. Four years later, when she returned with her kid, a charming but bossy gentleman entered her life. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she found him familiar, but couldn't figure out why until she saw her son stand next to that man.../1/124127/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d5300db1ed07e0650a3b8ff4892fb5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The Cruel Tycoon's Deal
Dee Wallace's father was imprisoned for a massive financial scandal, leaving her family in ruins. She thought her fiancé, Donny Monroe, was her only salvation. But at their luxurious engagement party, she overheard Donny passionately kissing her cousin Brittaney in the shadows. They were laughing about her father's downfall and plotting to steal her trust fund the moment she signed the prenuptial agreement. Their cruelty didn't stop at betrayal. Donny and Brittaney leaked a maliciously edited video of her father in prison, turning him into a public target. The shock caused Dee's mother to attempt suicide. When Dee tried to stand up for herself, Donny's wealthy family publicly humiliated her. Donny even slapped her across the face at a high-society gala, calling her worthless trash while the crowd watched and mocked her. Stripped of her dignity and watching her family being systematically destroyed, Dee felt a chilling hatred replace her despair. She realized that enduring the pain would only get her parents killed. She desperately needed absolute power to crush those who wronged her. Instead of crying, she walked straight toward the most dangerous man in the room—Angelo Monroe, the ruthless, true head of the Monroe family. She slid onto the barstool next to him, her eyes burning with madness. "Take me out of here. To your room. Tonight, I'm yours."/1/117683/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5b92dbbc3a47d63a5e86c842648c9be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Billionaire For My Twin Heirs
For three years, Chloe existed as a quiet, submissive fixture in her billionaire husband Julian's gilded cage. When she finally handed him the signed divorce papers, he just laughed, assuming she was throwing a tantrum over his blatant affair. He didn't know her real reason was a desperate secret: she was hiding their three-year-old twins in a cramped Queens apartment to protect them from his ruthless family. Julian refused the divorce, and his obsessive need for control drove him to investigate her every move. When his surveillance team uncovered the children calling her "Mommy," his arrogance twisted into a murderous rage. Assuming she had betrayed him with another man, he trapped her in their penthouse and violently cornered her. During a brutal struggle, he forcefully ripped a strand of hair from her scalp under the guise of a punishing kiss. Chloe was left trembling and humiliated, unable to understand why a man who openly flaunted his mistress would go to such terrifying lengths to keep a wife he never loved. She had sacrificed everything to keep her babies safe, yet an invisible net was already suffocating her. Fleeing the apartment, Chloe thought she had finally bought enough time to escape the city with her children. She had no idea Julian was already staring at a text message that would detonate her entire world. "Preliminary DNA results are in."/0/20034/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee43314ac5a4e83670c4088ac1e60786&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Chosen Bride
Delilah was a 22 years old gorgeous woman who was adopted by Quinn family. She was the chosen bride for the young ruthless billionaire named Kayden Quinn. Delilah loved Kayden as her life depending on him but the only thing she got was hurt. He hurt her by using her own love that she had for him. It was all because Kayden believed that his parents death happened because they went to save Delilah but he never knew the truth. He was blinded by the fake truth and fake hatred. He even raped her, hurt her, gave the most painful memories to her because he wanted revenge. He hated her so much but he knew one thing and that was, How much he hated, his heart would only belong to one woman in this world and that woman's place in his heart would never change, as his Delilah's love for him never changed......../1/109286/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bf5de89312238cc2d4e51d47c3dfc55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Step Daddy's Naughty Girl
I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit. I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth. Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous. A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed. Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become./1/115406/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ee08fb1912f5910da6651a276f77c93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the Don - A Mafia Romance
My baby's father wants me dead. I didn't ask to carry a mobster's baby. But he never gave me a choice. The man who gave me my son stole my innocence in return. And now, his Bratva brother is coming to finish what he started. Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast. His name alone makes my blood run cold. But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster. We're trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence. One wrong move, and he'll take my son away. So when he gives me his sinful offer -become his fake wife or become his latest victim- The only answer I can give is yes./1/101923/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec909cc1ccc974f7477a6c6a25f182d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen
My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack./1/110573/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e868a819f80274753fd0292c126c2f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Big to Fit.
"You don't always have to say something, you know that, right?" I said, my voice sounding strange in my ears. "You need to stop talking down on people just to massage your stupid ego!" ***** The worst thing about suddenly changing schools is the part where you think it's your chance to begin from the top-take life by the reins and navigate it in the direction you've always wanted. That was what Sydney Walker thought when her boyfriend, Chase Monroe, released private pictures of her right before he left the town. Then a week after, her father is found dead in the cold rain. She was forced to go live in a whole new city with her family which she barely knew, giving her hope that she could start afresh. But news flash: she's still the same plus size, introverted nerd even in her perfect sister's kind of clothes. And Tyler Sinclair-Lakeview's golden boy, never called it a day if he didn't remind her that she was three times her sister's size, up to their senior year. But the more he punches her in the guts, the more circumstances around her push her to fight back. But when? And how would she finally square up to the one boy that toxic part of her secretly wants to see every day? And what about Tyler? Are his insults just mere "tease" or is there something going on in his family that no one else knows about?/1/121848/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ae17ffb6c7b1058541e93c06e5f4d48&imageMogr2/format/webp)
