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Romance Books for Women

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Mackenzie is the daughter of one of the country's biggest businessmen, successful and a role model to the social cream, but what they don't tell you is that from the gates in, her father is a gambling addict and her mother is a compulsive shopper. Mack, affectionately nicknamed by his little five-year-old sister, dreams of the day he will graduate from social work school and leave home taking his little sister Lola out of the toxic home he lives in. But her whole life is turned upside down when her father loses his entire fortune in a game of chance, and in order not to lose the house and his business, he trades in his own daughter. Now Mackenzie will have to marry the owner of the casino, a forty-year-old widower with no character who plans to be elected mayor and who will use this marriage to clean up his image. What the girl can't imagine is that such a "characterless" man may seem like a calm amidst the turmoil her life will become, but his son, Vincenzo Fontana, only twenty-two years old, will be the real hurricane, who will flood her life and present her with an irreverent, electrifying, and passionate world! A game of manipulation, staging, adrenaline, and lots of chemistry! She will have to marry a man twenty years her senior, but the real problem is her son, who can be quite a problem, especially when he is in the next bed, and it is his bed that she wants to be in!
The Janitor Who Saved a Billionaire

The Janitor Who Saved a Billionaire

I was Elara Vance, a humble janitor by day, a secret Legacy Keeper by night, painstakingly saving every penny for my retirement. Then came the ludicrously generous $35 million offer from Marcus Thorne, a titan of industry. His demand: perform a sacred lineage ritual over his "suicided" son, Julian, and then "sanitize" the scene. It felt wrong, but it was my escape. Stepping into Julian' s opulent, blood-soaked room, a primal chill seized me – this was no suicide. The gruesome scene screamed violence, not despair. Then I saw him, truly saw the "body," and my world tilted violently off its axis. Julian Thorne wasn't just a dead rich kid; he was Jake Miller, the man I' d loved, who vanished a decade ago, leaving my heart in pieces. And he wasn't dead. He was alive, barely, a victim of a monstrous, unspeakable betrayal. Marcus Thorne, the grieving father, was a cold-blooded killer who' d tried to murder his own son and wanted me, the Legacy Keeper, to clean up the mess and take the fall. The decade of heartache over Jake' s disappearance collided with burning rage and terror. How could the man I loved be entwined in such depravity, and I, the innocent, be the chosen scapegoat? The weight of his family' s dark secrets threatened to crush me in that room. With Marcus' s goons pounding at the door, demanding answers, I knew I had two choices: die here, or fight back using the very "ritual" he desperately craved. This wasn't about money anymore; it was about survival, and exposing a powerful family's terrifying truth.
Eight Years To Forever

Eight Years To Forever

I, Ava Miller, an architect, spent eight years with Ethan Hayes, though our shared life felt built on shifting sand. He constantly chipped at my confidence, yet I clung to the hope of 'us'. At a New York charity auction, Ethan bought my grandmother's unique sapphire pendant. My stomach plummeted as he publicly presented "my" heirloom to his young intern, Chloe Vance, then whispered, I'd get "something new." His words were a gut punch. A video soon showed him boasting he'd propose to Chloe. He did, at a party, using my sapphire, crudely reset, branding me "strong" while asserting Chloe "needed him." Post-confrontation, he replaced the damaged stone with a worthless glass replica, convinced I wouldn't notice. His manipulations peaked when he dragged me into Chloe's staged suicide attempt at the ER, ditching me bleeding to chase her drama while caught with her lipstick on his face. Eight years of my life, systematically cheapened and discarded for his brazen, theatrical lies. The audacity, the disgusting manipulation, his absolute lack of remorse – it was suffocating. How had I been so blind? But the script truly flipped. Abandoned again at the ER, one name cut through the noise: Julian Thorne. The man who, years ago, unexpectedly offered, "Ditch the zero. Marry me." My shaking hand steadied as I called. "Is that offer still on the table?" I whispered. A liberating breath. "Okay. Yes." San Francisco was my final destination. I was coming.