Romance Books for Women
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Stuck With A Stubborn Wife
Have you ever wondered what it feels like to marry someone whom you have never met before? Helena was devasted when her CEO husband sent her divorce papers and insisted that she signed them. To him, she was just a gold-digger who wouldn't say no to money. Much to his astonishment, Helena refused stubbornly, "To hell with your money! After all that I have been through, you want to divorce me? Jokes on you! I won't divorce you even if you give me your whole fortune. You are in this for life!" Wanna find out why Helena was hell-bent on staying married to him? Read on!/0/79651/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfb3c066c2ce7b94aaf333b9fc0a03c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years' Love, Shattered by a Call
My wedding to Ethan, the man I’d loved for five years, was weeks away. Everything was set for our future, a beautifully planned life together. Then the call came: Ethan’s high school sweetheart, Chloe, was found with severe amnesia, still believing she was his girlfriend. Ethan postponed our wedding, asked me to pretend to be his brother Liam’s girlfriend, insisting it was "for Chloe’s sake." I endured quiet agony watching him relive their past, his every loving gesture now for her. Chloe’s Instagram became a public shrine to their "rekindled" love, #TrueLove emblazoned everywhere. I even found a groundbreaking clinic for Chloe, hoping for an end, but Ethan brushed it off. Then, I overheard him: I was just a "placeholder," a "good sport" who would wait, because I had "nowhere else to go." Five years of my life, my love, my loyalty, reduced to a disposable convenience. The cold, calculated betrayal punched the air from my lungs. He thought I was trapped, that he could use me at will, then return to me, expecting gratitude. Numb, I stumbled. And then, I met Liam, Ethan’s quiet brother. "I need to get married, Liam. To someone. Soon." The words escaped me. Liam, who had watched silently, responded: "What if I said I'd marry you, Ava? For real." A dangerous, desperate plan ignited within me, fueled by pain and a fierce desire for reckoning. "Alright, Liam," I declared, a new resolve hardening my voice. "But I have conditions: Ethan must be your Best Man, and he must give me away at the altar." The charade was about to begin, but now, it was on my terms. And Ethan had no idea the bride was truly me./1/107329/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d138610db23336779da5088a7bbf8ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married my Ex-boyfriend's Elder Brother After Breaking Up
Before the engagement ceremony began, Bowen Green was nowhere to be found. He merely left me a message. "Rosie had a heart attack. I must go and stay with her. Let Bowen handle today's wedding ceremony for me. It's just a formality anyway." Dressed in my wedding gown, I stared at the photo of him and Rosie Price embracing tenderly in the hospital. My fingernails dug into my palm. At that moment, I didn't show my anger. The door opened, and Brice stepped in, clad in a black suit. He was tall and imposing, with a suppressed darkness swirling in his eyes. I looked up at him, rumored to be cruel, and suddenly smiled. "Brice, do you dare to marry me?" Brice's eyes deepened, locking onto me like a wolf. "Leyla Yates, you're asking for it."/0/61765/coverorgin.jpg?v=d73120a140fd7b95e9c3f54d4e6321a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lure of His Kiss
Three years into my engagement with Ethan, he secretly got involved with my best friend. He openly flaunted his new girlfriend in our social circle and repeatedly allowed the mistress to provoke me, turning me, his childhood sweetheart, into a complete joke. He was sure I wouldn’t make a scene and would tolerate him, until my new man handed me a wedding invitation and then posted our marriage certificate. When Ethan knelt down to apologize and try to win me back at my wedding, I stood beside my rich man in Alexander, looking at him coldly. "Having been with someone like you, I find it embarrassing."/0/88519/coverorgin.jpg?v=e185a71dbc2216623b65a45b694d44d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce, Rebirth, and Sweet Success
The last thing I remembered was the blinding pain behind my eyes, then darkness. When I opened them again, I was back in my bed, twenty-five years younger, before my life became a hollow marriage to August Savage, a U.S. Senator who saw me as nothing more than a political asset. A painful memory surfaced: my death from an aneurysm, brought on by years of quiet heartbreak. I had seen a picture of August, his college sweetheart Heidi, and our son Kadin on a family retreat, looking like the perfect family. I was the one who took the picture. I shot out of bed, knowing this was the day of that retreat. I ran to the private airfield, desperate to stop them. I saw them there, bathed in morning light: August, Kadin, and Heidi, looking like a perfect, happy family. "August!" I yelled, my voice raw. His smile vanished. "Carolynn, what are you doing here? You're making a scene." I ignored him, confronting Heidi. "Who are you? And why are you going on my family's trip?" Kadin then slammed into me, yelling, "Go away! You're ruining our trip with Aunt Heidi!" He sneered, "Because you're no fun. Aunt Heidi is smart and fun. Not like you." August hissed, "Look what you've done. You've upset Heidi. You're embarrassing me." His words hit me harder than any physical blow. I had spent years sacrificing my dreams to be the perfect wife and mother, only to be seen as a servant, an obstacle. "Let's get a divorce," I said, my voice a quiet thunderclap. August and Kadin froze, then scoffed, "Are you trying to get my attention, Carolynn? This is a pathetic new low." I walked to the desk, pulled out the divorce papers, and signed my name with a steady hand. This time, I was choosing myself./0/85747/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cc4f5e13dd1b24148c9d13acf898a60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage Application: A Fateful Revelation
"Next." The words called out at city hall, flat and mundane, were supposed to usher me into a new life with Chloe, the woman I' d loved for ten years. Chloe nudged me, impatient. "Mark, that's us. Hurry up." But as the clerk took the marriage application, her voice, initially bored, turned sharp: "Mark Peterson and… Kevin Peterson? Is this correct?" Chloe froze, her perfectly sculpted face contorting in confusion and rage. "What did you say?" The clerk pointed, revealing my brother' s name where hers should have been. "That's two male names. We can't process this." Chloe snatched the application, her eyes scanning, then fixed on me, venomous. "Mark! What is this? Why is your brother's name on here? Where's the real application?" In a flash, a memory surfaced: my past life, on my deathbed at 52, Chloe and Kevin holding hands. They demanded I sign divorce papers, asking not about my pain, but about their "true love" having waited so long. For thirty years, they had used me, behind my back, living off my money. The woman I would have died for, in another life, nearly made me. But this wasn't that life. This was my second chance. "There is no other application," I stated, my voice steady, pulling out a blank form. "You and Kevin can fill this one out. I'm sure he'll be happy to sign it." Confusion, then chilling anger warred on her face. Her perfectly crafted world was crumbling, and she had no idea why. She didn't know the story of the man she had betrayed, not really. I walked away from her, not looking back, the marriage application to my brother a stark symbol of her true place in my life-and his. This time, I' d choose my own path./0/90053/coverorgin.jpg?v=88220acd0a86264b6a25dbb913e458b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Final Gift
For four years, I was a ghost in my own home, trapped in a loveless marriage to a man who despised me. The entire house smelled of lilies-the favorite flower of Hettie, his childhood sweetheart. The day she came back into his life, he tossed divorce papers at me. He demanded my family's company as his compensation and announced that Hettie was carrying his child. In a last, desperate attempt to hold on, I lied and told him I was pregnant, too. He just laughed and called me a pathetic liar. That night, he brought her to our home for dinner. He asked me not to wear my late mother's perfume because Hettie was allergic. He was asking me to erase the last piece of my mother for her. Then I saw it. Around Hettie's neck was the diamond necklace Brady had given me for our first anniversary. The doctors had already warned me that with my terminal illness, I didn't have much time left. That single, cruel act was the final blow. The last bit of love I had for the boy who once promised to protect me died completely. I walked over to the table and calmly signed the divorce papers. Then, I picked up my phone. "Darcy," I said to my lawyer, my voice steady. "I'm transferring all of my shares to Brady Kennedy. Make it effective immediately."/0/84553/coverorgin.jpg?v=a76c11dc70c91c1f66cda9631343ca31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Two Days to Escape
The glowing line of code on Sarah' s monitor signaled another crisis averted, a familiar satisfaction that quickly vanished, replaced by the dull ache of a life suffocating under the weight of her possessive fiancé, Mark, and his manipulative sister, Emily. "Just three more days," she whispered to the empty office-a countdown to her escape and a new life where she would finally be valued. But her carefully constructed countdown shattered the moment Emily, supposedly pregnant and fragile, staged a dramatic public collapse in Sarah' s office, openly accusing her. Mark, the supposed love of her life, didn' t hesitate; his immediate, furious accusation- "What did you do?" -echoed through the silent office, his eyes burning with pure hatred. The betrayal was swift and absolute. He accused her of attempting to kill Emily and, later, their unborn child (Emily's baby, not theirs). Her reputation, her career, and her very freedom evaporated under a deluge of his self-righteous rage and Emily' s calculated lies. The accusations hung heavy in the sterile hospital air, turning her into a monster in front of her colleagues and the police. How could the man who once adored her believe such monstrous lies without question? How could a bond forged in love warp into this toxic web of manipulation and deceit? The injustice was a cold, sharp blade, cutting deep into her soul. She was trapped, branded a villain, with no one but herself to fight the tide of his blind fury. Yet, a seed of hope remained. Just two more days, she reminded herself. Two more days until a clandestine agency pulled her from this nightmare, erasing her old life and giving her a chance to reclaim herself. It was a risk, a leap into the unknown, but it was her only way out./1/116605/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcffae0bee8e4569dc9915993a0857ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Returns With Secret Twins
Chloe Kensington went to her billionaire husband's private suite to share the news of her pregnancy. But pushing open the door, she found him intimately holding a woman who had her exact same face. She finally understood she was never a wife, just a cheap, convenient placeholder. When she fled into the freezing rain and texted him about the baby, Axel responded by throwing a brutal divorce agreement at her. "I don't want this accident," he said with empty eyes. Before she could even fight back, his true love brought thugs to the estate, injected Chloe with a paralyzing drug, and drenched the walls in gasoline. "Tomorrow's headline will be so tragic," the woman smirked, striking a match to burn Chloe and the unborn heir to ashes. As the flames roared and thick smoke choked her lungs, Chloe's heart completely died. She didn't understand why her devotion was treated like garbage, and how he could let them erase her existence so easily. Four years later, she returned as Elena, an untouchable medical consultant, holding the hands of her fierce four-year-old twins. When they accidentally crossed paths on a train, Axel stared at her with red, trembling eyes, desperately calling her name. Chloe just looked at him with absolute disgust. "Excuse me, sir. Keep your hands to yourself."/0/24269/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b6d30f5342d3af341259b406c1bde7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Everything about you
Persephone Wilson has buried everything that happened 4 years ago between her and Theodore Huxley in the past. She used to be irresponsible and outgoing and lived under her older brother's wing. But after getting her heart broken she decided to escape. Living a new life happily in a new country with her little girl. But when her daughter was diagnosed with a rare blood disease, though reluctant she had to do everything in her power to save her. Theodore Huxley on the other hand was stuck with a void in his heart no one can ever fill. He was on top of his career and was ruthless than ever. Engaged to be married to a wonderful and brilliant lawyer. But upon seeing his blue eyes on the little girl, he was caught in a dilemma./0/58453/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a0401ec8ff8dfef02ad87df8df0cbec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Redefining My Fate
In the previous life, I was framed for cheating in the college entrance examination and was banned from taking the exam for three years. My future was completely ruined. My twin sister, on the other hand, successfully got into the USC School of Cinematic Arts and became a top female star in the entertainment industry, while I worked in a factory screwing screws. After work, I was robbed and killed in the outskirts with no one to claim my body. After being reborn, I kept my sister's admission ticket. I reported the human traffickers' parents to the police./0/87385/coverorgin.jpg?v=f21cb0e6a90478d717def969dd8df251&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Promise, Her Prison
The day I was released from prison, my fiancé, Don Ford, was waiting for me, promising our life would finally begin. Seven years ago, he and my parents begged me to take the fall for a crime my adopted sister, Kelsey, committed. She got behind the wheel drunk, hit someone, and fled the scene. They said Kelsey was too fragile for prison. They called my seven-year sentence a small sacrifice. But as soon as we arrived at the family mansion, Don’s phone rang. Kelsey was having another one of her “episodes,” and he left me standing alone in the grand foyer to rush to her side. The butler then informed me I was to stay in the dusty storage room on the third floor. My parents’ orders. They didn't want me upsetting Kelsey when she returned. It was always Kelsey. She was the reason they took my college scholarship fund, and she was the reason I lost seven years of my life. I was their biological daughter, but I was just a tool to be used and discarded. That night, alone in that cramped room, a cheap phone a prison guard gave me buzzed with an email. It was a job offer for a classified position I had applied for eight years ago. It came with a new identity and an immediate relocation package. A way out. I typed my reply with shaking fingers. "I accept."/0/45586/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cfbcfaa7021fd8d1527bc923e811455&imageMogr2/format/webp)
It Should Have Been Like This
Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee. Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind. But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn-he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last?/0/89880/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc6b4dceb482453055611b15be927a2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Heiress to Hellbent
I was the fiancée of Bryant Barnes, the cold heir to a tech empire. Our engagement was a dynastic merger, a picture-perfect lie splashed across magazines. But behind closed doors, our life was a bizarre war fought with money and public humiliation. The war turned brutal when his mistress, Kalia, broke into our home with her friends and had me beaten, stomping on my hand until it broke. I pressed charges, but when Bryant arrived at the police station, he took one look at my bruised face and walked past me to comfort a sobbing Kalia. "Don't make a scene, Charlotte," he said, his voice laced with annoyance. He had them released without a second thought. The final betrayal came when Kalia pulled me into a lake. I can't swim. Bryant dove in, swam right past me to save her, and turned his back as I sank beneath the water, leaving me to die. A stranger pulled me out. In that moment, I finally understood. It wasn't that he was incapable of love; he was just incapable of loving me. For the one he loved, he would destroy anyone. For the one he didn't, he would leave her for dead. The last embers of my foolish love turned to ash. Lying in my hospital bed, I took out my phone and called the one man who had ever shown me kindness. "Jaden," I said, my voice steady. "I'm ready to burn it all to the ground."/1/112840/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e66e7e4919cd0636254302c9a26bee8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Regrets Losing
I thought I had it all, love, a husband, a life I built for us. But Alex betrayed me in ways I never imagined. And then Cassy returned, the woman from his past, the girl he once loved, right before our marriage fell apart. I was still his wife when it happened, still trusting him, still believing in us. Yet our marriage crumbled, and I was left to pick up the pieces of a life he no longer seemed to care about. Then he discovered the truth, the real me, the woman I was meant to be all along. Suddenly, Alex wanted me back, fighting for the love he thought he lost. But can I trust him after everything? Or is this just another lie waiting to break me?/1/113958/coverorgin.jpg?v=f51443849afd8046e1eccffa8da9ea47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!
For five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife-the woman who gave Shawn a kidney to save his life and received nothing but cold indifference and his family's contempt in return. Behind her dutiful-housewife mask hid the world's most feared cybersecurity genius and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed anyway. For love. For the family she still hoped they'd become. But hope dies in a cold swimming pool. Shawn shoves his pregnant wife into the water to save his drowning mistress. Elara wakes in a hospital bed with an empty womb and nothing left to lose. When Shawn comes to discard her for the woman he chose, what he finds instead are five of the most powerful men alive, standing where his weeping wife used to be-Elara's brothers. The peasant is dead. The predator just woke up. Now Shawn's empire is bleeding out under a cyberattack no one can trace, and the man who threw her away can't stop chasing the woman he created. But Elara has already chosen a man who never made her prove she was worth keeping./1/118387/coverorgin.jpg?v=e77be29d2b00270f95c5b4f1f3b9fd59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Shadow, Mr. CEO
Anabel woke up alone in her Manhattan penthouse, her billionaire husband Caleb missing from their bed once again. While folding his jacket, she found a hidden tablet containing a photo of a positive pregnancy test and intimate messages from a woman named Jodie. When Anabel secretly followed him, she saw him tenderly kissing the pregnant woman. The most chilling part? Jodie looked exactly like Anabel. Anabel wasn't a wife; she was just a placeholder for his college ex. When Anabel slammed the divorce papers on the table, Caleb sneered and tore them to pieces. "This marriage is a strategic alliance. It is not ending." He threatened to bankrupt her brother's firm if she dared to leave. To humiliate her further, Caleb moved his pregnant mistress into their company, gave Anabel's office away, and blatantly stole Anabel's unreleased jewelry designs to present as their own work. When she resisted, he physically pinned her against a wall, violently asserting his ownership. For three years, she had endured his coldness, acting as the perfect corporate wife. She couldn't understand how he could be so pathologically cruel, using her as a mere stand-in while systematically trying to strip away her life's work and dignity just to please his mistress. But the quiet, obedient wife was dead. At the executive board meeting, Anabel publicly exposed the stolen designs, dropped her resignation letter in front of a stunned Caleb, and walked out. Stepping into her ruthless new lawyer's waiting car, she grabbed the injunction lawsuit. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./0/90534/coverorgin.jpg?v=698d7f6c27e8c63099608da1bde15157&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Neighbor
At seventeen, Beatrixa Watson and her neighbor Maverick Fuller tasted forbidden fruit, hiding their romance from everyone. That day, she nervously held her homework, seeking his help. Her budding affection burned too brightly. He noticed her feelings and gently coaxed her to lift her skirt. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt," he said. Her unease and resistance melted under his charming, tender smile. After that day, whenever Beatrixa visited him next door, his voice carried a teasing warmth. "I worked so hard helping you with your problems, Bae. How about a little reward for me?" Her cheeks flushed as she agreed. When passion took over, he always kissed her forehead. "Bae, you're so good. I really like you." He promised to go public with their relationship once she got into his university. But when she arrived at his house, clutching her acceptance letter with excitement, his careless, mocking voice stopped her cold. "The only one I care about is Bailee. Beatrixa's just the neighbor girl. If Bailee hadn't been abroad as an exchange student this past year, and if Beatrixa didn't look a bit like her, I'd never have been with someone as overweight as her. Now that Bailee's back, it's time to ditch this problem."/1/113569/coverorgin.jpg?v=435c0bacb19da3297f5ba047611726a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress And Her Genius Comeback
I skipped my final lab review in Geneva and endured a fourteen-hour flight to surprise my husband for our fourth wedding anniversary. Instead, looking through the window of our beachfront estate, I saw him playing the perfect, loving father to a "tragic widow's" daughter, kissing the widow with practiced, casual intimacy. Fleeing in pure panic, I got into a horrific car crash. Waking up in the VIP hospital room, I kept my eyes shut and heard my husband talking to his best friend right beside my bed. "She's just a party girl who knows how to swipe a black card. I only play the part because I need her father's proxy vote for the IPO." "Every time I have to touch her in bed, it feels like a corporate obligation. It makes me sick." Later, even my own father demanded I step down from my company role and publicly welcome the mistress, just to protect the family's investment in the upcoming ten-billion-dollar IPO. Four years of marriage and quiet humiliations, all reduced to a calculated lie. They all thought I was just a brainless, hysterical socialite who could be easily manipulated and discarded. They didn't know that the core anti-aging algorithm his entire empire relied on was secretly built by me. I calmly pulled out my phone and texted my divorce lawyer. "I want him bankrupt. On the day his company rings the bell, I am going to burn his entire life to the ground."/0/85382/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1b215297d66ea61175dd040bfa76f3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
