Romance Books for Women
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Stay Away From Me
Alice traveled to her best friend Viola's house to prepare for her college entrance exam. However, Viola was not at home, and Alice found herself waiting with Viola's brother, Sam, who had long harbored feelings for her. Sam offered Alice a drink, secretly adding some substances to it to incapacitate her. Regrettably, Alice fell asleep, and Sam engaged in non-consensual sexual ( Rape) activity with her. Following this traumatic experience, Alice has struggled emotionally, making it challenging for her to trust men. She has even faced moments of despair, attempting suicide multiple times due to the aftermath of the incident. She deeply regrets her visit to Viola's house, especially since she had previously chosen to remain abstinent but was violated by Sam. The question remains: Can Alice ever open herself up to love again? She has turned down numerous suitors and developed a significant mistrust of the male gender./1/103342/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b1e9945039276a1bb6dbb35495cad92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Christmas Downfall: Don, You Shouldn't Harass A Mafia Princess
Anna Brown, the formidable mafia princess of the Brown clan, once shared a passionate bond with Daniel White-the "Silver Fox" of New York's underworld-whose Christmas vow of eternal love had her believing in a future together. But when Daniel's tattoo artist lover Lola brands Anna with a humiliating slur and claims to carry his child, Anna's devotion curdles into ruthless revenge. She strips Daniel of his power, freezes his assets, and exposes Lola's greed, only to watch Daniel spiral into the clutches of the vicious gangster Grizzly. As Christmas memories of roasted sweet potatoes and rose-lined proposals fade, Anna confronts the bitter truth: some love, like a cold sweet potato, can never be warmed again./0/95231/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5c28b417da16a78b44591f94274a734&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Number: My Sweetest Goodbye
My eight-year marriage ended over a photo of my husband, Drake, with his young associate, Kandace. He called her his #WorkWife. That same night, he accidentally scalded my arm with boiling soup. Instead of taking me to the hospital, he left me stranded on the side of the road to comfort Kandace over a headache. His cruelty brought back a buried memory: the night his negligence caused me to miscarry our child, a loss he twisted to blame entirely on me. The final blow came when I saw it-a matching tattoo on Kandace' s wrist, the same one Drake had over his heart. This wasn't just an affair; I was being replaced. He begged, cried, and even carved the tattoo from his own chest in a bloody display of desperation. He swore he loved me and couldn't live without me. So when the hospital called to say he was in a critical car accident, fighting for his life, I listened calmly. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice perfectly clear. "You have the wrong number."/0/85822/coverorgin.jpg?v=45cb87c30cc4972b78da912bed0db2d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scarf That Broke Us
"Let' s get a divorce, Victoria." It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and for the ninety-ninth time, I heard those flat, bored words from my wife, Victoria, as she dismissed me for real estate analytics on her tablet. But then, she lowered the tablet, her beautiful, cold face mocking me: "Besides, I can' t leave you right now. I' ve been poisoned." She claimed a "love charm" from Thailand made her obsessed with her assistant, Ryan, who was the only one who could "cure" her. She then presented me with an absurdly expensive watch for our anniversary, a symbol of "loyalty," before calmly asking me to move out so Ryan could move in for his "treatment." Then, I saw it: my late mother' s cherished cashmere scarf, a symbol of my last tender memory, wrapped smugly around Ryan' s neck. It was the final cut, twisting the knife in a wound I thought was numb. "No," I said, the word startling even myself. I walked into a gleaming skyscraper, ready to resign, only to be told Victoria' s signature was required. She made me kneel in a crowded, high-end restaurant, forcing me to publicly declare I wasn' t good enough for her, just to sign my resignation. I did it. I walked out feeling nothing but a grim sense of victory, clutching the signed paper. Then, the world shattered when news reports surfaced, not from my new life, but of her erratic behavior, even assaulting someone who spoke ill of me. My phone rang, "Northwood Police Department." Victoria had filed a missing person' s report. She had found me. "She' s on her way to your office now, sir," the officer said, "We' re sending a car over as a precaution, just to keep the peace." My new life, so carefully built, was crumbling before my eyes because Victoria couldn' t stand to lose control. What would I do?/0/55973/coverorgin.jpg?v=fee5c2ef738ac45bf8a0ab9f72d4ccd0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Enchantment of My Son's Father
Kara never imagined that the purity she had guarded so carefully would vanish in a single night. Her life changed drastically in an instant. She was ostracized, alienated, and even treated no better than an animal. Kara was deeply devastated, but she continued to persevere for the sake of her child. After several years had passed, she was reunited with a man who had inflicted profound suffering upon her. He came back and further ensnared her life. Would Kara be able to endure once again? What if the man tries to take her child away in the future? Would Kara be willing to let go of her child to the man who had shattered her life?/0/86147/coverorgin.jpg?v=67a8518d46e5f2141043082a132a7ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Liberation
Our marriage was a battlefield, and the whole city had front-row seats. For five years, Chloe Davis and Mark Stone were New York City' s most famous train wreck, a story of pure animosity that sold magazines and fueled gossip columns. They said we hated each other. They were right. I had married Mark on my twenty-second birthday, a calculated decision, fueled by a decade-long desire for revenge. He was my older brother Liam' s biggest rival, a man who represented everything my family stood against. But he had Ethan' s eyes. That was enough for me back then. On our wedding night, instead of consummating our marriage, I set the penthouse on fire. That set the tone for the next five years. I paraded college students to charity auctions, smashed priceless vases, and weaponized his own humiliating betrayal against him in front of his board. Each calculated move, each public spectacle, was designed for one purpose: to push Mark Stone to his breaking point, to make him the one to initiate our divorce and set me free. And it worked. He finally served me the papers, citing his new love, Bella, as the reason. But then, the carefully constructed walls between us crumbled into something raw and ugly. In the heat of our final, desperate clash, he gasped out a name. "Bella." A sharp, searing pain shot through me, and my first instinct was to hurt him back. I bit down hard on his shoulder, tasting blood. He recoiled, his eyes wide with shock, then narrowed with fury. He left, leaving me crumpled on the floor, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. My vision blurred. "Mark," I choked out, "Something's wrong." He walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone on the cold floor, convinced it was just another trick. In the sterile white of the hospital room, the truth was delivered with clinical detachment: severe internal bruising and a hairline fracture on my lower rib. These were not self-inflicted wounds; they were the physical toll of five years of "intimacy." But the real blow came, not from him, but from Bella. She orchestrated a fall in the stairwell, falsely accusing me of pushing her. Mark, blinded by her cunning, believed every word, unleashing a torrent of my past sins against me, shattering any remaining dignity. "You're just like you always do," he spat, his grip like a vise on my hair. "You set fire to our apartment. You trashed a charity event. You think I'd believe a single word that comes out of your mouth?" His face, once so familiar, was now a stranger's-blinded by a pretty face and a well-told lie. He saw Ethan's face in her, the same way I once saw it in him. The realization was so absurd it was almost funny. I had built my own cage. And now, I was trapped, exiled to a desolate seaside villa, no phone, no internet, no contact with the outside world. A punishment. A banishment. But Mark had no idea that his prison was actually my path to liberation. He thought he was breaking me. He had no idea I was just getting started./0/44942/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a8a94cbaaae364396e240c0f8c7b8f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN I SEE YOU
"But why won't you kiss me back, wait don't tell me I didn't meet the standard of the girls you kiss and make out with" "Brianna your hand is bleeding come let's stop it and cover up that wound" there is no way am having this conversation with her. "I don't want to cover wounds, I want you to answer my question?" "Brianna please drop it you are playing with fire"/0/51431/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8bb5a010613b9aed9df8e9e25957197&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidental Affair with the CEO
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life after…/0/23204/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce0681ec25ef519595b0e70a3ea2b468&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betide to Love You
“You don't even know what limits I have crossed just to get you, Candice.” *** None of this was supposed to happen. They both were so different. Candice Whale, a woman of strong facades. Tyler Moretti, a ruthless mafia leader. They were never a match. But, when he desires her, nothing could stop him from possessing her. What methods he might use are better left unanswered but he is going to write her fate with his own hands. When Tyler and Candice get bounded with each other eternally in an unfortunate event, she is left with no choice but to accept him wholeheartedly- being ignorant of what he does and how much menace resides in him. But, the question left is whether the unexpected bond forged with love was just fate or the devil has planned this all along?/0/29693/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c95bc8c375c2560cb05dc95e0445962&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Turner's chance
Aanu lives life as it comes. It doesn't come very subtly though but she's come to terms with it. However, there is chaos when the core of her existence is shaken by the reveal of the truth about her paternity. Forcefully, to protect herself, her education and the people she loves, she then enters an arranged marriage in a land far from hers, with the hopes to get out unscathed. Caleb Turner doesn't live life like a typical English man anymore. He practices a religion that is foreign to his family and society and as such, life presents itself to him in varying sorts. He is quite at peace with his chore of a life. That though, is until his father set him up for a contract marriage to earn a massive construction deal and hide the woes he perpetuated in the past. For Caleb, he was just going to get it done with, like every other deal, coming out with success like his endless business conquests. But life doesn't always agree with our plans. And it sure did not agree with Aanu or Caleb. Here is a story that tells the tale of two very different people, distinct in race and creed, falling in love. What ensues between the two in this money-convent will dazzle as they fight family, friends, stereotypes, their pasts and even themselves through their own peculiarities to obtain the the essence of life; love./0/84525/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0386340e5f5b52c0b0c1719b3f75087&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Blame to Beloved
I'm going to die soon. That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam. Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left me severely injured. He blamed me, never outright, but in every cold glance, every clipped word, every night he spent at her hospital bedside instead of home with me, his wife. When Chloe miraculously woke, he seized the opportunity, serving me divorce papers right there, in her hospital room, in front of her triumphant face, sealing my fate. And Chloe's cruel revenge didn't stop there; she was setting my mother's home ablaze when she died in a police chase, and Liam, consumed by grief, still chose to believe her lies, accusing me of murder. Even from my hospital bed, dying from a mysterious illness that was a direct result of that initial crash, my love for him was so absolute I took the blame, confessing to a crime I didn't commit, just to protect my mother and salvage the last shred of his peace. But now, years later, a miracle returns Liam to the day before our wedding, haunted by the future he unknowingly destroyed, armed with the truth, and a burning desire for a second chance./0/25151/coverorgin.jpg?v=5baa12027cc392b9ae681fb8efb04429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Marriage: My CEO Husband Follows Me Everywhere
Going to the wrong room and sleeping in the wrong bed, Diana Miller "lost" her virginity and lost her money, and she was kidnapped halfway to get a marriage certificate! He was the most mysterious and noblest man in the C city. He had all the power, everything was in his control. He was decisive and ruthless, but he only spoiled her. "I want a divorce." Diana said it for the 108th time. "After we have a baby." Since then, the pregnant plan had been implemented every night. Until one day, she saw a woman with the same face as hers, standing next to him during the day, and occupying her wedding room at night. The pregnancy sheet in her hand fell suddenly. Five years later. Facing the man who was approaching aggressively, she said in horror, "Go away, I don't know you!" The man turned a deaf ear and approached slowly. “You will know me after it!” The little kid hiding behind the heavy curtains quickly covered his eyes: not suitable for children!/0/85823/coverorgin.jpg?v=f68cb9f5b9b22b6198bcdc28b36283ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Her Spiritual Facade
Ethan Miller, a tech mogul, believed he had it all: a thriving empire and a fiancée, Seraphina Blackwood, his pure and minimalist sanctuary. He' d poured millions into her "spiritual journey," building her a lavish, soundproof studio for meditation and yoga. But one day, a system alert about unusual power consumption led him to an unimaginable scene. The serene studio was a den of debauchery, filled with loud music, champagne, and Seraphina, who shrieked with laughter that he "totally bought it!" She bragged about bleeding him dry for ruining her life, revealing her "pure and spiritual" facade was a calculated act of revenge to fund a reunion with her criminal ex-boyfriend. His world shattered; love turned to a cold, hard rage. He reeled from the betrayal, realizing he wasn' t her savior but her target, a naive fool he vowed would see his vengeance. This time, his "lucky touch" wouldn't be for her benefit but for his own absolute reclamation./0/54027/coverorgin.jpg?v=daad0eab43c96298f654924dfce044ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Disabled Husband Is A Secret Billionaire
To save the family business from bankruptcy, Carmen was forced to marry a paralyzed and blind man in exchange for an investment in her father's business. Her early marriage to Felix was terrible but she held on. He had not stopped telling her that he already had someone in his heart because he too had not wanted this marriage. At first, she didn't care about it, but when she started to have feelings for him, this sentence became the most poignant of her life. Following Hugo's advice, she put Felix at ease and managed to enter his world. The two of them grew closer and she helped him agree to have surgery to regain his sight and mobility in his legs. The same day he regained his sight, she was so happy for him that they just went out together to celebrate, but that same evening, everything changed after he met a woman. “This woman has things in common with my ex-fiancée who I have been looking for for a long time. I pray it’s her.” Carmen had been in pain but told herself that it didn't matter because he was certainly looking for her in order to ask her for explanations but after that night, he had become distant with her. The unpleasant man she had once known was back and she was able to measure hismonstrosity the night he slept with this woman in their apartment and on the bed she shared with him. Betrayed and hurt, she asked him for a divorce and decided to leave, hoping he could at least hold her back but he seemed quite happy.Three months later, she was passing in a street when a child insisted that she buy his newspaper that he was selling. She wasn't used to it but for a child, she made the gesture and the headline was what paralyzed her on the spot. “After three years where everyone thought he had lost his life in a traffic accident, billionaire Elio Ramirez is back and has been living all this time under the false identity of Felix Alvarez.”/0/22231/coverorgin.jpg?v=29aabdaf54c4ca8f6e7e4b46acdf7ee9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MARTYR
Hailey Amaranth, did everything just to make her husband Hunter Lewis love her. A man that she took and should have married her best friend. Hunter promised that he will make Hailey's life miserable and hell. Chaotic, both hurt and both destroyed. Who amongst the two is the real victim, the abductor abused, or the abducted abusive? Is there any hope that they can reconcile or will the wounds remain to deepen in their hearts?/0/44618/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ed8972207f4f9f0810b9c7e20de53f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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From Naive to Ruthless
The bell above my clinic door jingled. I was Dr. Hayes, a woman who' d finally built a life, a stable family. Pregnant with our planned baby, I believed my husband, Mark, was as excited as I was. Then Chloe, a seemingly confident student, walked in with a smile that felt sharp, unpleasant. "I'm Chloe. Mark's student," she stated, then pushed up her sleeve. There, a fresh tattoo: an infinity symbol intertwined with our anniversary date. "Mark got one too," she purred, "Matching. Cute, right? He said it symbolized forever. Our forever." My stomach clenched, the air left my lungs. That night, Mark played the doting husband, his hand resting on my pregnant belly. But I smelled her perfume, faintly. Days later, I watched on our car's security camera as Mark drove to Chloe's apartment, not a "faculty meeting." I heard him tell her, "Poor Evie. So trusting... Evie' s predictable, a bit naive." He laughed with her, calling my past, my pain, "clingy." Then came Chloe' s texts: a photo of Mark in her bed, followed by a box of my childhood cookies. "He got them for me," she wrote, "Said they reminded him of sweet, innocent things. Guess I' m his new sweet thing." He saw me as the damaged girl from the group home, easily fooled, not the woman I'd become. The man I believed saved me from my past used it to mock me with his mistress. How could I bring our baby into a home built on such casual, callous lies? The trusting, hopeful Evie was gone. I called a clinic, then a ruthless lawyer. This time, I was playing for keeps./0/41698/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c7b3b5313d0615cc2e7e205741a3b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aurora's Vendetta
Returning from work to discover that her parents were murdered by a dead Capo, Aurora seeks answers from her uncle. He tells her the truth and that strengthens her resolve to get revenge from the children of her parent's murderers. Finally she gets to the Capo's house to get Vendetta from his children, especially Matteo the first son and Capo of the Outfit. But is it possible when she realizes that the man she wants to kill might be the only man she could ever love?/0/19960/coverorgin.jpg?v=474920e94c98ec5982bee52be414b3fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wanted
Hunter and Melody have been best friends since they were born, but somehow Melody fell in love with Hunter. He was dating Lucy the most popular girl in school who claimed she needed to keep their a relationship a secret so in public she was dating Nick who starts liking Melody. It's a lover's triangle that could end a friendship and break a few hearts along the way as well./0/81281/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9afb6208550735b301294c3fab06ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
