Romance Books for Women
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Claimed by the Hartfords
Elena Winters, a talented but struggling art curator, never expected to be pulled into New York's glittering elite. Hired to curate the grand opening of the exclusive Hartford Art Museum, she's drawn into the lives of three enigmatic billionaire brothers: Alexander, powerful and stoic; Nico, the charming flirt; and Damien, the reclusive tech genius who keeps his emotions locked away. As secrets and scandals from their family's past threaten to unravel everything, Elena must navigate high-stakes drama and undeniable chemistry. But just when it seems she might give her heart to one brother, she finds herself falling for the one she never saw coming./0/38329/coverorgin.jpg?v=41a101852f8f46c3fc0013b36a3b0f54&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Trick
Donna had a wealthy family once. Later, her family business collapsed and she became poor. Luckily, her fiance still loved her. At their wedding ceremony, there is something unexpected. A devil man ruined her marriage and her fiance was taken into prison for embezzling. This man is Karl Kent. Karl is the president of HNE Group which is a huge multinational group. This is the first time he returns to his native country and expands the Asia Pacific business. His ability is undoubted and he is called a business legend! He has been believing that his mother was persecuted by Donna’s parents. So he takes this revenge! However, the thing is not that simple. There are lots of hidden stories about Karl’s parents’ death.../0/22431/coverorgin.jpg?v=c890d7d5e9815129a4db7719e2552a8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The American (A Forbidden Love Story)
"What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. "You hit me, which caused my coffee to spill all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious. "So, what do you want me to do about it," He speaks like he has done nothing wrong "You are supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone "And why should I." "Because that is what people with manners do." "I know that, but you don't deserve sorry from me." "Wow, really, and why is that." "Because black bitches like you don't deserve it." "I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say getting angry with his insults "Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer to me. I don't say anything, but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I even expected him to say anything better. It is Ethan, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story about two people who knew how to express the word hate more than anything else to one another. Ethan hates Adina more than anything in the world and would give anything to see her perish into thin air. While on the other hand Adina could careless about Ethan other than the fact that she won't let him walk all over her with his arrogant character. What happens when a big incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for the each other. Read to find out how the person you hate the most is the one person you can love the most./0/83752/coverorgin.jpg?v=00e475b6b6846bb4355e2d92ce10ad37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret
"Stage IV lymphoma." Dr. Carter's words hung in the air. I had only months to live, and the treatment required a family member's consent. My powerful relatives were strangers, detached from my pain. My heart clung to one person: Liam, my husband. He was my last hope. But when I called, he rejected my calls. When he finally came home, he sneered, accusing me of "faking for attention." He walked out, leaving me alone, calling a cousin over caring for his dying wife. The next day, when I blurted out "I have cancer," he laughed, "That's a new one. You're getting creative." He refused to sign the forms, abandoning me. His callousness cut deeper than any illness. Then, my cousin Savannah showed up, admitting she had drugged Liam and framed me three years ago, destroying my life. Liam's life. But before I could react, she slashed her own arm with a letter opener, screaming that I attacked her. Liam burst in, embraced her, and glared at me with pure hatred, dragging me to the hospital to apologize. How could he be so blind? How could he believe her monstrous lies over his own dying wife? Didn't he see he was the fool, playing into her cruel game? The injustice, the betrayal, pushed me to my breaking point. But as the world faded to black, a desperate thought sparked: what if I confessed to her lies? What if exposing the monster he believed me to be was the only way to reveal the true monster lurking in the shadows?/0/51956/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Bride
A night before her wedding, Henrietta catches her fiance in bed with her sister, and makes a video of them without their notice. She displays the video on her wedding day, to expose their betrayal. She calls off the wedding and looks unto her parents for support. Surprisingly, her parents' desperate desire for wealth and power forces her to endure the painful charade. She walks out of the hall, while her sister gets married to her fiance in her stead. Will Henrietta find strength to heal and move on?/0/80832/coverorgin.jpg?v=210f005a6dd98042f84be1d6801494a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Reckoning, Her Reign
The heavy oak door of San Francisco City Hall felt cold under my fingers. I was waiting for Ethan. We were supposed to get our marriage license today. My phone buzzed. A message from Ethan: "Running late. Emergency at the hospital." Typical. Dr. Ethan Miller, the respected neurosurgeon, always had an emergency. But then, a new post from Chloe Davis, his research assistant, popped up. A photo: her, in our master suite, Ethan's arm around her. Another: a sonogram, tiny and gray, with a heart emoji. The caption read: "Future Dr. Miller coming soon! #blessed #surprise." My breath caught. Our master suite. The one I decorated. He didn't just abandon me at City Hall. He moved her into our home. My phone vibrated again. A long message from Ethan: "Ava, I can explain. It was a mistake... She's young, her research career is just starting... You've always wanted kids, right? She can go abroad... You can raise it. It'll be our baby." Rage, cold and sharp, flooded me. He wanted me to raise his mistress's child. I, Ava Chen, Investment Director at Chen Corp, from a family that built a tech and real estate empire in this city, was no fool. I dialed a number I knew by heart. Liam Walker answered on the second ring, airport noise in the background. "Ava? Everything okay?" "Marriage license," I said, my voice steady. "City Hall. Now. You in?" He'd been in love with me for eight years. "Liam," I said, "Are you in?" Another pause, shorter this time. "Give me an hour. Don't move." He hung up. My story was just beginning./0/39627/coverorgin.jpg?v=440e3b56c96237f4cda77e9aedbf3ee4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My husband is the richest CEO
"You foolish bitch, do you really think you can marry Henry?". Her mouth curved into a wicked smile as she lowered her head to look at Ashley. "I am the real daughter of the head of the Browns. You will never become the bright and shinning flower of the Brown family" she let out a low snort "It would have been better if you end up like your stupid mother" she said with an evil grin on her face Ashley tighten her grip on her cloth as she heard Lucia's statement "You will never know what the drug you took was and what I have in stock for you. But one thing I'm sure of is that you enjoy your wedding night in advance" She then took out her phone, and dialed a number. "Are the two street ruffians I have arranged especially for my sister ready? Tell them to come here now." Ashley opened her eyes wide in shock upon hearing what Lucia had said. She knew that Lucia had never liked her. But she didn't expect that her to be this vicious. It seemed that Lucia wanted to drug her and found someone to rape her. Such a wicked woman! Ashley stood up and sneered. Lucia heard some movements, so she turned around. Seeing that Ashley was already sanding in front of her, she took a few steps back. "You... you are not asleep?" She stammered "Lucia Brown, it must have been very hard on you to pretend to be a good daughter for a long time. Do you feel comfortable now that you have finally taken off your mask?" Ashley said with a hint of mockery in her cold eyes as she looked like someone about to strangulate Lucia/0/62014/coverorgin.jpg?v=d91ec8c4bb44470313ffe4a3aa71c4c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love My Baby Sitter
On a quiet night, Samuel had just arrived home after attending a fancy company party. His legs were a little wobbly from the effects of the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night. Although he was known for his firm and in-control attitude, tonight Samuel had let himself get carried away by the drink./0/36707/coverorgin.jpg?v=21332f510be769b9fb4797ce4d903519&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Mistress Is A Hidden Heiress
Playboy, Casanova and Heartbreaker were some adjectives used by the paparazzi to describe the brilliant interior designer and the hottest CEO of Grayson Group Of Hotels, Aries Grayson. But that quickly changed when his eyes landed on his best friend's perfect girlfriend, Cara Silencio. The moment their eyes locked for the first time, her innocence took his world by storm. Cara was everything Aries secretly wished for in his life, but she was off-limits, and Aries chose to abide by the rules of BroCode. Cara Silencio has her own fair share of secrets that could destroy her. Somewhere between hiding her real identity from the world and struggling to meet end needs, Cara was exhausted. She wanted to marry the Knight of her life, Keith Wilson, and lead a peaceful life. But the demons of her past destroyed everything, and she was pushed into the endless tunnel of darkness. Years later, when Aries found her at the infamous strip club, his desires came back to life and this time he was aiming to claim her. A night of passion didn't satiate his craving for her. He wanted to worship her body every night. Aries came back to the club to find her, but Cara was gone, leaving no traces behind. Aries called his most competent informer to dig about Cara Silencio, only to stumble upon the shocking truth. "Mr Grayson, the woman you're looking for is the heiress of New York's biggest business empire!"/0/20809/coverorgin.jpg?v=89b27ba00e9e1178717bdb253b37edd4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Search of Love Season 1
Everyone who has pain don't show it... someone may hide it behind a beautiful smile, whereas someone may hide it behind the mask of ruthlessness❤ I'm a happy soul in front of world, but wounds in my heart are quite too old, I'm searching for peace and all above, I'm passing through the paths, in search of love❤❤ ~ Ivana... Ivana Williams, a simple and hardworking girl had a dream! dream of being loved and cared..After losing parents at a young age and being sent to an orphanage, she never got what she dreamt of.. I'm heartless as people say but do they know me? Just as much I want to show them is only what they see, I've learnt my lesson and that's enough for me, Love is the only thing that I don't want to feel ❤~ Justin... Justin Merchant, a cold hearted CEO who doesn't believe upon woman and would choose trusting upon a snake than woman after what he went through... She's supposed to be a kind and smiley girl for the world and he's the coldest one...but what's their real identity behind the mask? What will happen when their path will cross? Will Ivana get what she dreamt of? Would Justin be able to trust her? Let's wait and watch P.S. this is my first ever novel so please show some love❤/0/59094/coverorgin.jpg?v=acdc79b12b407668022d3e26e8809ef6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Touch Me Dear Husband
Gavin Hugh is the son of George and Samantha Hugh. He practically runs his father's company. In other to become the CEO of the company, he agrees to marry Arianna, a model whose marriage has been arranged with him. He hates her and shares no intimacy with her. Five years later, years of loneliness, Arianna decided to pilot her marriage her own way, which includes seducing her husband to touch her./0/18538/coverorgin.jpg?v=b93b253187a5afd550aca9d41e095a9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bullet In The Heart
To protect her mother and young brother, Jessie had no choice but to accept the blind marriage her father had arranged for her. But just before she could tie the knot, her fiance abducted her because of a mysterious accident she got involved in the past. However, Cupid has never stopped being mischievous as Jessie unexpectedly fell in love with him. Unbeknownst to Jessie, getting married into that family would stir and trigger the unfathomable drama and power that she would endure her whole life. Overwhelmed with conspiracy, misunderstanding, and love affair, she thought that happiness would finally come to her after all the drama has come to an end. But to her dismay, another blow totally defeated her. Where did her love go?/0/25027/coverorgin.jpg?v=909599c08b2dec0024f2eea8ef366951&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Still Loves Her
Her husband affair with her best friend made her asked for a divorce, not knowing life of a divorcee is full of obstacles, she seems strong from the beginning, but her parents foul temper and her siblings rude behavior towards her for being a divorcee, make her grow depress, will she be able to endure everything and move on? What will happen to her ex-husband who seems to still love her? And her kids who have to experience the life of broken home./1/101597/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd4c8895c3df8af8b8fc7e826bd54552&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pancakes for a Stranger's Love
My husband vanished on our fifth anniversary, leaving me frantic with worry. I thought something terrible had happened until a stranger named Jayda sent me a photo. He wasn't missing; he was in a penthouse, flipping pancakes for her with a smile he hadn't shown me in years. When I tracked them down, Bennett didn't apologize. He shoved me away to protect his pregnant mistress, looking at me with pure disgust. "You're a liability, Iris," he spat, cutting off my access to our bank accounts. "Stop being hysterical." He laughed when I clutched my head in agony, claiming I was faking pain just to ruin his new happiness. He didn't know my "headaches" weren't a plea for attention. They were Stage IV Glioblastoma. While he was buying her the diamond necklace I had always wanted, I was receiving a terminal diagnosis. I looked at the man I sacrificed my entire career for and felt a cold, final resolve. "Fine," I whispered, tossing the medical report in the trash where he wouldn't see it. "Send the divorce papers. I'm done."/0/85699/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ebd5f5aaf4885b5d169f56cba767965&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal In White Roses
My engagement party was supposed to be the culmination of seven years of love with Liam Miller, a public declaration before we started our lives as husband and wife. The room was filled with our closest friends and family, everything perfect, down to the white roses and the soft string quartet. But then, the video montage Liam prepared – a journey through our relationship – flickered. It cut to a sterile hospital room where Liam cradled a newborn baby with a tender joy I hadn't seen in years. Then the camera panned, revealing his assistant, Sarah Jenkins, in the hospital bed, wearing an engagement ring identical to mine. A collective gasp swept through the room as the music died, leaving deafening silence. Liam rushed to my side, whispering, "Chloe, calm down. Don't make a scene," before gaslighting everyone, calling it a "technical glitch" and dismissing my shock as "emotional." My world imploded. I stood there, humiliated, watching him protect her at my expense. The anger was cold and sharp as I walked to the stage, announcing, "It seems there's been a happy surprise. I wasn't aware we were celebrating two families tonight." I held up my hand, then pointed to Sarah, saying, "It seems Liam is a man of great generosity. So generous, in fact, that he's given out two of the same ring." I slid my diamond ring off and placed it on the tablecloth, telling him, "I wish you and Sarah double happiness. You clearly deserve each other." As I turned to leave, Liam grabbed my arm in the hallway, raging, "What the hell was that, Chloe? You humiliated me!" "You humiliated yourself, Liam," I retorted, realizing this wasn't just a betrayal; it was years of hidden lies. Back at our penthouse, a text from Sarah arrived with a photo of her wearing my custom-designed star-map bracelet-the one Liam was supposed to give me for my birthday next month. Her text read: "He says some things are just meant for the right person. Thanks for the design, Chloe. It's beautiful." The calculated cruelty of it stole the air from my lungs. Then Liam returned, offering a diamond necklace I' d seen on Sarah, trying to dismiss everything as "one mistake." He still didn't see it. He still chose her. After he left to care for their sick baby, my phone buzzed again with more texts from Sarah: screenshots revealing years of his lies-missed birthdays, fake business trips-all spent building a family with her. And then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I was pregnant. Two months along. Our own happy surprise. The baby. Our baby felt like a part of his deception. I couldn' t tie myself to him, to this pain. The decision made itself: I would cut him out of my life completely./0/48063/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Beautiful Imperfections
"KIERSON ..." I stopped walking when I heard Maria's voice. "Hmm? What is it, Maria?" I heard my husband asked her. I closed my eyes as I gritted my teeth with so much irritation. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm myself. "I-I want ... I want to m-monitor our baby growth," she said sofly, she made sure that, there's a sadness on her voice. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, repeatedly. What does he want to release? "Maria." "Please ... Eson, I want to be with this baby for longer ... please ..." I clenched my fist because I was so angry. "Maria ..." And why the h*ll her voice is so fre*king soft?! With feelings! D*mn you! And how dare her called my husband 'Eson'? That's my only nickname for him! The amount she already claims! Not because she is the mother of my husband’s eldest child is she entitled to that! I am still a legal! I am his wife. I calm myself again. "B-but ..." "You don't want to? You don't want your baby to grow up with his real mother?! Kierson ... please ..." I'm her biological mother, b*tch! "Your son will be angry, when he finds out that Xena is not his real mother! K-kierson ... please. I'm begging ... I want my son to grow up with me... please ..." she pleaded and I know, she's crying now. I could hear her sobs. Well, b*tch my husband and I talked about it. So there is nothing more you can do. Just accept the fact that you will be lost in our path, soon. "W-what do you want, Maria, hmm?" No! Don't listen to her, Kierson! "Separate your wife. Divorce her and marry me, m-marry me, Kierson and we can give our children a happy and complete life ..." "M-Maria ..." "Please! Divorce her or else! I will abort your child!" she said. And it was as if a bomb had exploded in my head by hearing those words. W-what? Until now? are they still doing something while I'm turning around? I thought ... has he changed? I felt the pain inside my chest ... I was caught there and a tear came down my cheek. Kierson ... how did you do this to me? Do I think you already love me? I thought you would accept ... "Yes ... yes, I'll divorce her. J-just stop crying. that will be with our child." That's it. I lose, I lose him. I'm Xena Carter-Mojeh, known as ruthless attorney, I'm a secret Mafia Queen and married with a f*cking playboy Dr. Kierson Mojeh. And this is my story ... Complicated./0/83428/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b2c4b82a4c4b37c5450274e77ff1a80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mic Drop Queen: My Unapologetic Rise
The desert heat of Coachella was intense, but I was ready for a day of music and fun, especially knowing my boyfriend, Jake, was five hours away, supposedly stuck in the library studying for a huge exam. My phone buzzed in my hand, a small notification flashing: "Connected to Jake' s iPhone." My heart stopped. He was here, his personal hotspot active, confirming the lie. Then, the crowd cam zoomed in, and my face filled the giant screens. A mic was thrust into my hand, and in front of thousands, I asked for my 'lost' boyfriend, describing his distinctive Nirvana shirt and backward cap. Everyone played along in a giant 'Where' s Waldo,' until the cameras found him: Jake, in a VIP cabana, kissing a blonde girl in a tiny pink top. The gasp from the crowd, then the boos and jeers, echoed the cold fury that washed over me. This wasn't just cheating; it was a public spectacle of his deceit. How could he do this? How could he lie so elaborately, only to be caught in the cruelest, most public way possible? But instead of crumbling, a fierce clarity took hold. Looking directly into the camera, my voice steady, I declared, "Found him." This wasn't the end; it was the beginning of my reckoning, a public declaration that I refused to be his victim./1/105815/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd6a304ee3a4aec5ede6630e67cf3332&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Ego: My Ruthless Divorce
I had been a "decoration piece" for Kenton Parker for three years, a contract wife bought to pay off my father's gambling debts. I lived in a cold penthouse, making his coffee and answering his phones, while he treated me with the clinical indifference of a stranger. On our third anniversary, I waited alone at the city's most exclusive restaurant, only to see a news alert flash on my phone. Kenton wasn't coming. He was caught on camera at a hospital, looking at his "friend," ballerina Blanca Donovan, with a raw, frantic worry he had never once shown me, not even when I fell down a flight of stairs. I finally snapped and filed for divorce, citing his "irreversible erectile dysfunction" just to destroy his massive ego. I thought I was free, but Kenton retaliated with a cruelty that left me breathless. He froze every bank account I owned and had his secretary smash the last photo I had of my mother. He reminded me of the five-million-dollar penalty in my contract-money I didn't have. "You don't get to leave until I say so," he roared, dragging me into his office. He used my father's life as a leash, forcing me to play the part of a doting wife at his family's Hamptons estate to please his sick mother. He wanted to starve me out until I crawled back to his side. I couldn't understand how a man could be so heartless. He didn't want my heart, yet he refused to let me go, treating my life like a line item in a corporate merger. He wanted to keep me as his prisoner while he spent his nights with another woman. But Kenton made one fatal mistake. He thought I was just a broke, submissive secretary with nowhere to turn. He didn't know that I was "Vee," a world-renowned art restorer with a secret legacy and a six-figure commission waiting for me. As we shared a bed in the Hamptons and he pulled me against his chest, whispering that I was "his," I didn't feel comfort. I felt the cold, hard spark of a woman who was finally ready to burn his contract to the ground./0/58121/coverorgin.jpg?v=eef54d41c2e4e56894ffac73d8f3d2a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
