Romance Books for Women
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Husband In Law
Gina promised herself that she would actually get married before she was twenty-five years old, because they were in the race that when the woman was over twenty-five years old, she would be an old maid forever, just like her cousins and her aunts. Gina works as a waitress in an expensive restaurant at night and studies in the morning. Ace is the man she secretly loves and her co-worker as a waiter, he did nothing but teases her. Unexpectedly, Ace suddenly proposed marriage to her, even though he wasn't courting with her. But Ace Durant unromantic words were hardly the proposal of her dreams. Seeing this as perhaps her chance to get married before she is twenty-five years old, and thus she can break the spell in their family beliefs. Gina decided to take Ace offer, but she had also a proposal on her own… Never had such words affected the cold-hearted Ace. The undercover agent who pretended to be a waiter, had told her that the only reason he would marry her was to protect her, as if Gina's world collapsed when she heard that. But he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep their temporary marriage strictly in name only. Can Ace avoid Gina's venom and her seduction of him?/0/53252/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidentally got pregnant with my professor
It's been one month, one month since I noticed that there's something off about me, something's not normal and it all started after THAT night. "Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" "One shot! One shot! Woahhhhhh" "Truth or Dare?" "Dare!" "See that handsome guy on the bar counter wearing a black polo shirt? Get his number" "EZ! So easy!" It started with the dare that I should just ask for the number and ended waking up next morning in a bed with a total stranger, BOTH NAKED./0/21456/coverorgin.jpg?v=610c0615c449ce5416b1fb9654b79e0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Crossing Paths
After a decade of chasing success in New York City, Emily Monroe's career in interior design is everything she dreamed of- until a failed project sends her back to her sleepy hometown of Riverbend to regroup. Tasked with restoring the town's historic library, Emily is ready to prove herself again. But when she discovers that the project's lead contractor is her high school nemesis, Jake Harper, sparks fly in unexpected ways. Jake has spent the last ten years building a reputation as the go-to craftsman in Riverbend, trading his wild teenage years for stability. Working with Emily means navigating their complicated past-and a growing attraction neither of them expected. As they rebuild the library, they'll have to decide: can two people with such different lives make room for love, or are some paths better left uncrossed?/0/18536/coverorgin.jpg?v=87fc3c18f2f55bd5264b69086d2c4c59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Kiss Less
He was the most powerful man in the entertainment industry; she was just a young and unknown actress. However, his dominating pursuit of her dragged Melissa into his world of deception and seduction. Her attempts to escape from him were thwarted at every turn, and she failed again and again. Finally, she capitulated and swallowed her bitter humiliation. However, adding insult to injury, she discovered that she was merely a cheap substitute for another woman in his life. Resolving to run away with another man leads to him having a mad-dog moment as he tries to win her back at any cost. It is then that Melissa realized his love and desire for her had escalated beyond her wildest imaginings. How should she choose? Return to him or start a new life with another man?/0/47412/coverorgin.jpg?v=d733699822ee6472b526ab58adc81170&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DIVORCED: MY EX-HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK
My whole body began to quiver as I looked up at Ryan who wore a smug or was it? I couldn't tell as my vision was blurred with tears. "What is the meaning of this?" I questioned still in disbelief. Where had it all gone wrong? We were happy, he respected me and so did I...I even fell in love with him so how could he do this to me?!. "It's exactly what it says in the paper, Ciara" "And what is that?" I stubbornly inquired. It was as if I didn't want to believe what the paper read until Ryan says it with his own mouth. A part of me still wanted to fight for whatever we still have left; still wanted to protect our marriage. But then he'd said it. Ryan had uttered those words I so desperately dreaded," I want a divorce, Ciara" *** Ciara is the heiress to her father's company but she left all of that to be in a contract marriage with Ryan. It was supposed to be a 'no-strings-attached' kind of feeling but, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. Just when she wanted to start a clean slate on their first anniversary, she was handed a divorce paper. Ryan is a billionaire and a man with a hardened heart. He never saw Ciara as something more than just a 'fake wife' who was willing to help him out with a case. Deciding that he had had enough, Ryan hands Ciara a divorce paper setting himself free from her but 5years later, he seems to have a change on heart and wants to win Ciara back at all cost. But on his way to the office of the new investor of his company he is overcomed by a welling shock that the name of his new investor was Ciara. The same Ciara he'd known and once loved. What happens when this two dual meets for the first time since their rough divorce? Would they rekindle their feelings or would they leave it at that? Could second chance love prevail? Find out in this long rollacoaster ride!/0/85697/coverorgin.jpg?v=e846ad04eab51350f70fcc869ab1ac34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Obedience Becomes Enslavement
My wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, a celebration of Mark and me, successful professionals building our dream home. But the nightmare began the moment his mother, Eleanor, stopped us with a prenuptial agreement none of us had ever discussed. This wasn't just about assets; it was a contract of enslavement: unconditional obedience to her, living under her "guidance," every penny of Mark's income going to her, and his loyalty to her always, always coming before me. I looked at Mark, expecting him to laugh, to tear up the papers, to tell her she was insane, but he just stood there, weak and pleading, signing away our entire future. The joy of the day evaporated, replaced by a cold, heavy dread. Our honeymoon was miserable, and when we returned, the reality hit me: Eleanor had taken over my master bedroom, the one I designed, and announced she was giving us a measly allowance for our "little expenses." The mortgage on my house, the one I fully paid for, was over three thousand dollars a month. That was it. "You will not control my life. You will not control my finances. And you are not the head of this household," I declared, walking out the door. I returned to constant oppression, her early morning demands, her judgments about my career, her attempts to control my meals. Mark, the man I married, just withered under her shadow, a pathetic puppet on his mother's strings. He didn't defend me, he didn't take a side; he only ever chose her. The final straw came when Eleanor, in a deranged attempt to secure her grandson' s future (which meant MY house), demanded Mark and I legally adopt my destructive nephew. She wanted to erase me completely and hand over my future, my property, my identity. "No," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. Her face contorted with rage. "I am the head of this family! My son will do as I say, and as his wife, you will too! We are doing this! I've already told Brenda!" That was the unforgivable line. I pulled out the divorce petition from my briefcase. "Here," I said, my voice ringing with authority, "Read this." Mark's face went pale as he read "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE." "Divorce?" he whispered. "Yes, Mark." I looked at him, at Eleanor, at Brenda. "I am divorcing you. I am done with this family. I am done with your mother's insanity. And I want all of you out of my house. Now." I walked out of my house, the feeling of liberation washing over me, ready to fight for my freedom./0/22105/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa51fc1ff27247ab14799bf1b36f154a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FORCED TO LOVE
Grace is a young woman who was married into a rich family. Alfred never loved the idea but married her out of the greed of losing the company. After getting back to the company, he plans with his girlfriend to send Grace back to where she came from. Can they succeed? Will she go or become the thorn to their flesh? Alfred is forced to marry Grace despite his love for another woman. The exact- his father and his friend came together in an agreement that their first children of different gender will marry. Alfred is the first son of his father and Grace is also the first daughter to her own father. Alfred is in love with his girlfriend refused but the offer of losing the company to his younger brother if he doesn't marry Grace gave him second thoughts. Read this story to the end to get to know what will come out of their marriage./0/25674/coverorgin.jpg?v=f148ad1f97519f13581a03773966d0d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Other Half
A twenty years old, emmy Johnson an enigma with a dark childhood which only her friend Maria knew what hid in there simple down to earth, what else was among emmy's personality Comes James a billionaire kind hearted man but has many rivals, he takes over the Thomson publishing co. After his father retired Now a PA at Thomson's publishing co emmy find the kind man, arrogant and insane What happened when emmy's dark secret leak out ?/0/48061/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'll Be Gone
"GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk. "Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled. "On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him. "5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry? "I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes. "I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned. "Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice. Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says. I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me. "Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'. And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife? "W-who?" I asked stunned. "Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling. Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian? Oh, yeah! Jillian, Jillian is his first love. I was holding onto my chest as I felt its pain more. None of my own walked back and I didn’t even notice the tears I had falling from my eyes. I was at the exit of the hospital when I saw my wife ... and she was with that woman. "Thank you for the treat, babe," I heard Jillian say and I stopped walking. "No problem, babe," my wife said with a smile. He was really different when he was with Jillian. With this woman Lervin rejoices. They were walking in my direction and I felt like I was stuck where I was. I can't move and I'm having a hard time. Lervin stopped walking when he saw me and I was confused. I started to walk and I did. But I also lost my balance and stumbled. I could feel the pain in my chin and I definitely had a wound from it. Funny, I can’t stand it. I could not move my body. "Miss, are you okay?" the man in front of me asked. Do I look okay in this situation? That was what I would have said to that man, but even my voice I could not get out. This is not the first time this has happened to me. Often, I lose my balance and often I can’t speak. Why is it? Is something wrong with me? Am I not normal? "Stand up, stupi-d." Tears welled up in my cheeks as I heard her cold voice. My husband .../0/83426/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf8a1df8d7ffed8a05f0e31f5fd4d8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebuilt: The Woman They Dismissed
Ten years ago, I was just the quiet girl next door, hopelessly in love with Ethan Carter. Prom night was supposed to be my moment, my chance for him to finally see me. But instead, he asked me for my car keys, not for us, but for Jessica Vance, the girl he was setting up fairy lights for. Just as I handed them over, my phone buzzed with the call that would shatter my world: my dad had a heart attack. My heart sank as I watched him kiss Jessica, under those very lights, his flimsy excuse for needing my car keys. When I desperately pleaded for them back, my world crumbling around me, he just fumbled, then admitted they were locked in Jessica's car – and she flatly refused to retrieve them. No one offered me a ride, not even a glance of pity, as I ran miles in my prom dress, missing my father' s final breaths because of their casual indifference. They reduced my raw grief, my trauma, to a mere bid for attention, laughing about the 'dramatic girl' who 'ruined the party.' It was a cold, lonely clarity: they never saw me, and they never would. Ten years later, I returned to New York not as the shy girl they discarded, but as Claire Anderson, a formidable architect. Now, he thinks he can waltz back into my life, seeking redemption for a past he barely remembers, but I' m ready to remind him exactly who he dismissed./0/80506/coverorgin.jpg?v=55dd24c286accaa2625b5d1684876ad1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unscripted: My Own Story
My life with Jake was supposed to be a rom-com: I, the supportive girlfriend, he, the brooding game developer destined for greatness. But our apartment was a toxic mess of his empty energy drinks and my growing resentment, as the rent-paying backbone of his "genius." Strange, unsolicited “viewer comments” glowed in the air around me, always excusing his messes, validating his outbursts, and telling me how to be the "perfect" partner. They echoed in my ears the night Jake threw a tantrum over a hot dog, shattering our matching mugs and leaving me cut and bleeding, while the comments screamed that he was just "hangry" and "passionate." After Jake publicly flaunted his "support crew" and I lost my major freelance job due to the "difficult" reputation he manufactured, I was drowning in a narrative everyone else seemed to believe. Why was my life so chaotic, and why did everyone, even my own parents, act like I was the problem? Fleeing in despair, I stumbled upon a shocking truth: My entire life, every argument, every emotional manipulation, was a meticulously crafted "script" by a "Relationship Architect" named Mark Taylor, designed to make me the perfect, submissive character in Jake's "hero's journey."/1/125280/coverorgin.jpg?v=20a84eeb5ff5281985123da0cc3381a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Coder and Her Secret Billionaire Husband
I wrote every line of core code for BeanStalk Tech, even suffering permanent scars in a lab explosion just to protect a prototype. But right before the company's massive IPO, my fiancé Estill stole all the credit and publicly replaced me with my half-sister, Jessenia. My own father called an emergency board meeting, demanding I transfer my 15% shares to Jessenia as her "wedding dowry" to Estill. When I voted against it, my father flew into a rage, freezing my family trust fund and cutting off all my finances on the spot. Estill cornered me at City Hall with Jessenia on his arm, pointing his finger at my face in front of a staring crowd. "For money, you'll throw away the last bit of decency we have? You're nothing without me!" I had poured my soul into building his empire and sacrificed my youth for this family, only to be stripped of my life's work and discarded like absolute trash. Why did my own blood relatives despise me so much, treating my genius as nothing more than a stepping stone for the sister who only knew how to play the victim? With my back against the wall, I looked at the contract marriage agreement handed to me by Camilo Meyer, the apex predator of Wall Street. I signed my name, deleted my father's contact, and logged into my offshore accounts to short BeanStalk Tech. They wanted to ruin me, but they didn't know I was about to crush them all./1/115871/coverorgin.jpg?v=2278330ee575df11bd5b1d1111eb466d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping Into The Dangerous Devil's Arms
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family. Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb. When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump. "You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly. To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding. I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded. But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot. When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony. Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number. "You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."/0/20483/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f4ba9aee806c2081e7aeffa9eb16eba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Where Love Begins
Where Love Begins One reckless night. One devastating secret. One love neither of them expected. Mira had always lived carefully. Working long hours, keeping her head down, and carrying the crushing weight of a debt she never created. Survival was her only priority. Love was a luxury she could never afford. Then one night changed everything. After a company celebration filled with music, laughter, and too much champagne, Mira wakes in a luxury hotel room with a terrifying realization - the man beside her is Teddy Witherson, the powerful CEO she works for. Her boss. The man whose approval controls her career. The man she can never face again. But secrets have a way of resurfacing. As Mira struggles to hide the truth, Teddy begins to realize that the mysterious woman from that unforgettable night is far closer than he imagined. At the same time, family pressure, buried desires, and dangerous obligations begin to tighten around them both. What started as a mistake could destroy everything. Or become the beginning of something neither of them ever believed in. Because sometimes... love doesn't start with a perfect romance. Sometimes love begins with chaos./1/119440/coverorgin.jpg?v=07cab37607af86c87da1db83dc992044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Silent Escape
Aurora stood in the freezing New York wind, clutching a late-stage liver cancer diagnosis in her trembling hands. She had rushed to her son's school seeking comfort, only to find her husband, Julian, and his adopted sister, Seraphina, playing the roles of the perfect parents. Seraphina had even signed the school register as the "Mother." When Aurora appeared, Julian looked at her with cold disgust. "Don't show up today, Aurora. It will just embarrass Leo." Her own son, the boy she had carried for nine months, shoved her hard against a table. "All my friends have normal moms! You're a mute! I hate you! I wish Dad would marry Aunt Seraphina!" Instead of stopping him, Julian coldly told her to face reality, while the family patriarch called to threaten her with immediate replacement if she dared to be jealous. Six years of silent devotion and swallowing her trauma for this family meant absolutely nothing. In their eyes, she was just a defective stain on their perfect, wealthy lives, easily discarded and already replaced. She didn't shed another tear. She took off her diamond wedding ring, cut off the long hair Julian loved, and left the luxury penthouse with nothing but her old sketchbooks. When Julian arrogantly transferred four million dollars to buy her submission, she ignored it, picked up her drawing pencil, and prepared to spend her final days living entirely for herself./0/24052/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sunshine My Love
"Edward Atticus" is a Handsome billionaire who loves to be in power. His dominant and Killing aura was feared by everyone around him. He likes to control everyone. Every woman will die for his one look. Do anything for his family. "Not POSSIBLE" is not in his dictionary. "Liliana Berk" is a sweet and Innocent girl. She cares for others than herself. Everyone loves her because of her childish nature. Have fear to love and get hurt. What will happen when these two different people meet each other? One is Demon other one is Angel! Will the theory of "Opposite poles attract each other" work between them or not?/0/94133/coverorgin.jpg?v=104e0eef8e071a3e9f108a9cac590bd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Mafia Revenge
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began./0/84724/coverorgin.jpg?v=a45fca9923feb331a3b93890626d0d7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
