Romance Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal
It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage." For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart. My final act was an escape. But death brought no peace. Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body. I waited for shock, for panic. Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face. He didn't rush to my side; he laughed. A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face. My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge. From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance. I died thinking this was his ultimate victory. But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted. I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me. A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie? What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all? I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved. He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment. It was just the beginning. And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction./0/67548/coverorgin.jpg?v=f853d9adeae1c192af68fc46dffd943d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bane Of Her Existence
One thing Danielle Frost swore with her life was that she would surely make Jacob Miller pay. After fifteen years of unrequited love, Danielle is humiliated in a grand way by Jake and this scars her for life. Three years later, Danielle and Jacob are forced to work together or face their worst fears. They can't find a common ground until their fears finally catches up with them and they find themselves falling for each other again. *** "Can things ever go back to the way they were? We had something going, Danny." I could sense the frustration in his voice, accompanied by the occasional ticking of his jaw. His finger traced my face, stopping at my scar. I couldn't breathe as I wanted nothing more than to sink into his arms. But he had to pay. "There was never a we, Jake. There never will be." Taking his hand, I let it rest on my belly. He stood still, the wheels turning in his brain until he finally understood. "You're pregnant!" "That's right, Jake." Standing on top toes, I whispered into his ear, "And it's not yours." I turned and left, head held high as I knew his world had just crumbled. I reveled in it, but why does it feel like I left my heart behind?/0/35752/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc01fdb581b301f2cfd71875e88edce3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enjoying My Awesome Life After Divorce
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?/0/58139/coverorgin.jpg?v=16f81d7c70200d83b2dc3235d3f47370&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Groom For The Day
Tanya Darlington's well-planned future collapses when she catches her best friend and bridesmaid in bed with her fiancé the day before their wedding. Devastated and heartbroken, Tanya finds herself crying on a darkened street when a man, chased by armed men, rushes towards her. She impulsively unlocks her car to help him, making herself a target in the process. In their hideout, adrenaline-fueled passion ignites between Tanya and the mysterious stranger, leading her to throw caution to the wind for the first time in years. Only for her to learn the following morning that her famous musician fiance was determined not to let a "little" misunderstanding stop the wedding. It was meant to be the wedding of the year, and he wouldn't "allow" anything to ruin his good image. Furious and desperate, she makes a bold decision: she asks the stranger to be her groom for the day. Will he accept her proposal? What does he stand to gain? Who is this enigmatic man, and what are the consequences of such an impulsive choice? This story is filled with suspenseful plot twists, steamy moments, unexpected turns, and, of course, love. Enjoy!/0/87015/coverorgin.jpg?v=1820f80d27ff1511ba360b422aa17832&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Became A Lie
The wedding dress, a Parisian dream, hung ready. My guardian, Daniel Hayes, the man stepping into the role of my husband in three weeks, surveyed me with possessive eyes. Everything was perfect, almost too perfect for the girl who lost her parents and world in a fire, only to be taken in by a generous "uncle." Then, his phone buzzed. A name popped up: "Sarah." And beneath it, a picture of a smiling woman and a small boy grinning at the camera, with a message: "Kev and I are waiting. Don't be late." My perfectly constructed world began to crack. He admitted it-Sarah was his fiancée ten years ago, before she left him. I was merely a "substitute," a convenient look-alike to fill the void she left. His affection, his care, our shared love-all a calculated lie. Then, an anonymous email confirmed my worst fears: he was still seeing her, even now, on the eve of our wedding. "You're a monster," I told him, tears streaming down my face. He just stared, unmoved, his voice like ice: "The wedding will go on as planned, Olivia. You will not embarrass me." He wanted me to be a dutiful wife, a pawn in his twisted game. The pre-wedding gala was a public humiliation. Sarah appeared, triumphant, with her son. Daniel, caught between us, didn't defend me. He paraded me before the woman he truly desired. It wasn't just betrayal; it was torture. And then came the ultimate blow: he hit me, in front of them, leading to the devastating loss of our unborn child. Lying in the hospital, my heart hollow, I let him believe his feigned remorse. He wanted to "make it right," to "send them away." He thought he still had me, the forgiving, wounded woman. But the girl who loved him had died in that studio, with our child. A new plan, cold and sharp, began to form in the hollow space where my heart used to be./0/55219/coverorgin.jpg?v=50e1fd50096c4eb55ead51cdfb193b5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated Love.
She let it ring and ring, but there was no answer. Leaving the phone ringing, she reached over and tried to find a pulse. Terror struck her as the unimaginable slammed into her mind. He had no pulse. He couldn’t be dead. What happened? Oh my God, what was going on? Needing the comfort of her baby, Chris, she rushed to the nursery. Chris was laying in the crib. Clothed in the sleeper and matching cap she had so tenderly dressed him in earlier in the evening, he wasn’t moving. The stiff body of her son testified to the horrible truth she could not accept - both Jim and Chris were gone. She sat in the rocking chair in the nursery, her dead baby in her arms. For hours she stared ahead, not caring what happened to her, and not knowing what to do next. She couldn't cry. She tried to pray but she didn’t know what to pray for and for the first time in her life, she did not get any comfort from praying. Her mind was too numb to accept the unacceptable. Jim and Chris couldn’t be dead. Her amazing life couldn’t be over. What happens next... Find out.../1/115891/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5e07fe946b23f1f870b110eb2ee6aa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: The Billionaire's Obsession
I trusted the wrong people in my past life. My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die. But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me. In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were. Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me? Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished. I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt. When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder. "Please don't kill me, Scarlett!" This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go./0/68197/coverorgin.jpg?v=446cce131807294622e3e81b224da0fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BENEATH THE CONTRACT BRIDE
What sounded like a simple transaction-a well-deserved fake marriage for a year between independent, struggling journalist Emma Clarke and reclusive billionaire Adrian Cross-was basically for Adrian to require a picture-perfect wife to silence on critics and appease the board. While Emma would want cash badly to help her family out of its financial ruin, little did she know that there existed an entire subterranean world of secret chambers that lay beneath the surface of Adrian's glistening empire. Emma's investigating instincts soon detect very plausible truths that can destroy everything Adrian has built. Concerning fictitious romance turning into some genuine emotional angle, Emma now faces an impossible choice: to expose the most compelling story she might write all career long or to protect the man she has learned to love./0/20503/coverorgin.jpg?v=9593fd7c635f56d01cd926586da15c3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bleeding Rose
Abused, tortured, forced A desperate woman would do anything to save herself from her abusive husband, In order to escape her husband, she would do the impossible to be free But what if the only way out for her, is that she had to die and be forgotten. But can the dead stay dead for long My name is Rose Richards and this is my story/0/97722/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5f2b5a8dcb750488059cd7a6ad46093&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant For My Brother's Best Friend
There was blood on his hands, and something worse in his eyes. And it terrified her to death. --- Crystal Peterson's only crime was to fall in love with her brother's best friend, Jaden Astor. She thought he loved her, too. Until he came back home one day with Valerie, the woman he was going to marry in two weeks. Already pregnant and disowned by her adoptive family, Crystal ran away from home without even a word to Jaden. Five years later, Crystal and her son, who had a terminal illness, were barely surviving and trying to make ends meet when she answered a knock on her door one day and found the one man she would rather stay away from all her life standing there and begging for her forgiveness. But forgiveness was something Crystal never had to offer Jaden. Not when she had to sell one of her twins just to keep the other twin alive. Not after being disowned and mocked by her family and everyone she once held dear, loosing everything she ever worked for, including her education. But what happens when she finds out who had actually bought one of her twins four years ago? Does she have a place for Jaden in her heart anymore, or she'd rather stick to Noah, the only man who was ever there for her when her world crumbled to the ground? *** Obsession. Possession. Love. Betrayal./0/66575/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5ca472b6751c0ebacb0a2b6a3b10e6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
90 Days with my Billionaire Ex
Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. "You're a beautiful little thing," he said, his tone mockingly soft. "Maybe I'll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario's body in the street." I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. "I'm already Dario's prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that's Dario. I'd rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs." The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips. Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. "Careful, girl," he hissed. "That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That'll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell." I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to./0/22450/coverorgin.jpg?v=91aafe700b5b179e6a099613fcd24f1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
COCKPIT
In the cockpit, watching the captain and co-pilot about to take off, is the right time for 'silent review ' with thoughts of safety procedure but my mind drifted...sandwich between these two identical hot bodies, in this tight space, in this scary weather is the ultimate fantasy. Hmm ... eyes opened and staring at me are deep blue two sets of eyes burning, setting me up on fire or is it to get fired! Keith has been fighting for this fucking control all day and these girls just cannot keep their lips and hands off each other. He is in distress! Now that they are in the bathroom, hoping for a cold shower; they exclaim at the sight of the jacuzzi! They made a show of preparing a warm bath, lavender scents, candlelights and all. Could they be part of Chris' childish scheme? This is pure torture! he is way too horny watching the two girls; sucking, soaping and fondling. He moved closer to join in. They rejected him!! ! Rejected him . . . Sorry, we are here for the sideshow, girls only. Right there, he confirmed his suspicion, the set -up. That fuck retarded Chris ! !! Fuck 'tard Chris !! ! !! He was going to storm out and confront him but saw the bathroom door open; expecting Chris, Chris to burst into laughter! Lisa ....... What the hell is she doing here! With that damn bottle of champagne. He was to say get ....out ..... One of the girls walked up to Lisa and started to undress her. He swallowed hard ...to concentrate on the voices . . . Why not join us for a bath, it's big enough for four. I will help you undress; your outfit is too tight anyway ''. Are those titties real? Can I touch them? Better still, let's drink champagne off those titties...no glass cups anyway./0/19530/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1a941f5c63eb8b93c2e6cd1e908e8d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Return Mafia Bride
After a passionate one-night affair in Venice with a mysterious man, Cathy Simmons returns to New York to learn she is pregnant. But the father, Maximo Rossi, is not your typical man; he is the merciless Mafia lord over the Rossi Empire. Secrets come out and Cathy is compelled into a contract marriage she never wanted when he comes to claim his heir. Cathy has to decide between freedom and fate while enemies lurk, family truths play out, and a love she never expected. But in Mafia life, love has a cost; someone is about to pay it in blood./1/122056/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b40e1318a547c58863122f51cdb595d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pride Shattered, My Heart Released
For two years, I lived in Julian Astor's multi-million dollar penthouse as his secret girlfriend. I thought my quiet devotion would eventually melt the cold, powerful CEO's heart. But then I found out I was nothing more than a convenient placeholder. His childhood sweetheart and true love, Sloane Sterling, had returned to New York. The moment she came back, Julian's world shifted. He wore the watch she gave him and let his mother publicly humiliate me, forcing me to walk in agonizing stilettos until I collapsed on a boutique floor. Other women mocked me at galas, calling me a pathetic stand-in. When I finally packed my bags with a broken heart, Julian didn't even try to stop me. He just left for a business trip and had a courier deliver a casual note. "I will think about it. We will talk when I get back from Chicago." Looking at his arrogant, dismissive words, I finally realized that my two years of love were just a "tantrum" in his eyes. I laughed until I cried, then fed his note into the shredder. I opened my phone and deleted the photo of my positive pregnancy test. This child would be mine alone. I booked a one-way ticket to Paris and walked out of his gilded cage forever./0/80851/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d9862a93ab2db361468b36717a56bfa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love He Couldn't See
My lungs were failing, but my music was finally taking flight. I was a dying folk singer, determined to record my father's unfinished songs – a legacy. A grant from the prestigious Astor Family Arts Foundation felt like a miracle, a chance to complete my final masterpiece. Then, the “miracle” became a nightmare. The foundation was run by Ethan's family—my ex-fiancé's. And then *she* crashed into my world: Bella Thorne, America's sweetheart pop star, Ethan's new, very public girlfriend, announced she'd "collaborate." It wasn't collaboration; it was a hostile takeover. Bella and her producers butchered my raw sound, demanding synths and demanding co-writing credits on my father's decades-old lyrics. They wanted to make it "pop," to erase me. Bella's cruel jabs became relentless, each comment a tiny cut. My health, already fractured, spiraled with the stress—coughing fits, nosebleeds I desperately tried to hide. Ethan, the man I once loved, stood by, a silent, unreadable observer, always by *her* side. He watched my spirit being systematically dismantled. Then, in a moment of manufactured fury, Bella "accidentally" slammed my father's vintage guitar to the floor, splitting it in two. The guitar wasn't just wood; it was my soul, my last connection to him. Bella then posted a tearful video, portraying herself as heartbroken, casting *me* as the volatile drama queen. The internet, fueled by carefully leaked old photos of Ethan and me, branded me a gold-digging manipulator, faking my illness for attention. Even Ethan, seeing Bella's performance, was convinced. He texted, offering to "replace" my irreplaceable guitar, further proving he never truly understood. I was dying, fighting for my art, and the world thought I was faking. How could he be so blind? With trembling fingers, I deleted Ethan's contact. My legacy, my final gift, was being ripped apart, but I wouldn't let them silence the truth in my music. I had to protect it, even if it cost me everything./0/39646/coverorgin.jpg?v=e98b83a6721400f48280aef51b2df6ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
First time meeting you
Will Kate ever be able to forgive the man who made her lose her virginity for a one-night stand and caused her to become pregnant? After losing her memory, Kate fell in love with the same man, but when she was able to regain it, the bitterness and hatred she had for him returned. Ken was discovered by the witch while searching for a body to enter since he is attracted to Kate's undeniably attractive figure and wants to get her into bed. Can this sturdy love be stopped by the witch? It contains tales of love, emotion, hatred, betrayal, ungraciousness, and wicked power./0/84420/coverorgin.jpg?v=af080a666d64d7f5d33ba3a832dfc3b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Scripts, Shattered Life
My film career was soaring, my dreams finally within reach. Then, the word "Plagiarist!" echoed through the festival hall, a death knell for everything I' d built. Industry contacts vanished, my name became a hashtag for fraud, and my working-class parents, who' d sacrificed everything, disowned me. Just as I contemplated tearing up my life, producer Ethan Scott appeared, a charismatic savior who saw through the lies, stood by me, and whisked me away to a secluded Austin home. He built me a private editing suite, framed my old scripts, and became my biggest fan, my only audience, convincing me the outside world was too dangerous. For five years, I was safe, loved, and completely isolated-until tonight. Scrolling Instagram, I saw a Sundance hit, "Dust Devil Heart," hailed as a masterpiece by Sabrina Lawrence. Its story was identical to the script I' d just finished, the one I' d read aloud to Ethan. And there, in the background of Sabrina's celebratory photo, was my husband, his arm possessively around her, a look of adoration I hadn't seen in years etched on his face. My "savior" was at Sundance, not in L.A., and everything I believed about my perfect, safe life shattered into a million pieces. I had married the man who orchestrated my downfall and stole my art, turning my life into his "content farm." But he underestimated me. He broke my spirit once, but this time, he just ignited a fire./0/75011/coverorgin.jpg?v=72690894801fab568f8ee1ad79eb31c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
IN THE HANDS OF TIME
"What do you think you're doing?!" Raye asks the moment the door closes behind them, her vision glazed with controlled fury. The corner of his mouth tilts to a smile, unfazed by her outburst "Getting you back". ~~~ Raye and Kohen are childhood friends turned lovers, but obstacles threaten their adolescent love and an unresolved misunderstanding drives a wedge between them for good-or so they think. What happens when their paths collide once more and they're forced to confront the past?/0/46784/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcb8bf37d787f3f85f360778ad0d7016&imageMogr2/format/webp)
