Romance Books for Women
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His Cruelty, Her Rebirth
I died once, charred by the flames that consumed me in a house set ablaze by the man who vowed to destroy me. On his 23rd birthday, I was reborn back to a day they called the "blind pick," where 20 women vied for the chance to become Ethan Thompson' s wife. In my past life, I drew the red card, believing it a fairytale beginning, only for Ethan to blame me when his true love, Scarlett, died in a car accident he barely remembered. He never believed me, never listened, his hatred burning hotter than any love we once shared. He dragged me into our home, his eyes filled with terrifying darkness. "You took her from me," he whispered, tightening his hands around my throat. "Now I'll take everything from you." He beat me, doused the room in gasoline, and watched with twisted satisfaction as I burned, branded a murderer and unloved. Reborn, I found Scarlett, the true manipulator, still alive, ready to claim Ethan' s love. I avoided the red card that day, trying to escape a cursed fate Ethan, still the monster, forced me on my knees, made me watch him brutally murder my beloved dog, Sunny, and then cooked it for me to eat. He coerced me into donating my kidney to Scarlett, claiming I owed her, all while Scarlett and her mother, Maria, gloated about their deception, admitting they engineered every twisted event after my original death. Why did they do this? How could Ethan be so blind, so cruel, after I saved his life? But this time, I wouldn't be a victim. I signed the organ donation papers, but my escape was already in motion, orchestrated by my family and a forgotten friend./0/22455/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fb78c0539303bdfd67da81d74816ecb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Series: ASSASSIN
******COMPLETED****** A fearless and ruthless Assassin, Brianna Peters, was now able to finally execute her long-planned revenge against the person who ordered her parents’ untimely death when she was just five years old. Her first step was to get close to her enemy and that step was to become the new Personal Assistant and Executive Secretary for the founder and CEO of the LM Realtors Group, Lucien Michaelson. The only grandchild of her mortal enemy. What will happen if their worlds collide in a way one hopes, while the other despises it to be? What if Brianna who was supposed to kill Lucien turns out to be guarding him subconsciously against his enemies? Find out the exciting romance of Lucien and Brianna. The CEO and the ASSASSIN. In… The Billionaire’s ASSASSIN./0/85812/coverorgin.jpg?v=134fbb9e0ef6b9f3fc17681e5e4c0fd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Regret, His Peace
They told me it was a contract marriage, a deal to save my mother' s life. In reality, it was my own slow death sentence. For three years, I was hired to be Chloe Davis' s husband, the man she blamed for ruining her life after her high school sweetheart dumped her. I endured her endless parade of boyfriends, her daily allowance of five dollars, and constant humiliation, all to ensure my ailing mother received the best care. Then, the day my mother died, Chloe' s assistant called, demanding I return home from the funeral to make snacks for a party. Chloe, my wife, had no idea my mother was gone. Days later, I learned the truth: my mother had committed suicide to free me, after Chloe' s cousin, Jake Stone, maliciously convinced her that she was an inescapable burden. That night, at a club, Chloe poured red wine over my head for Jake' s amusement. But the ultimate betrayal came when I collapsed from malnutrition and exhaustion. Chloe visited me in the hospital, not with concern, but to demand I take the fall for Jake' s drunk driving accident. The irony was suffocating; her own reckless driving had caused the power outage that shut down my mother' s life support, effectively killing her. "No," I told her, my voice finally firm after years of silence. "I want a divorce." Her shock was absolute; I had never defied her. Before I could escape, Jake ambushed me, confessing his role in my mother' s death, triggering a rage that landed me back in the hospital. Yet, Chloe watched as her bodyguards, on her command, broke my ribs and crushed my painting hand. Why had my life become this torment? Why had I, a quiet artist, become the target of such unbridled cruelty? I left with my mother' s ashes, leaving behind all the money, and promised myself I' d never look back./0/72515/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d310089aae93e64f5c72df74dec744b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BABY MARRIAGE CONTACT
As Anna fled, the weight of her decision pressed down on her chest. The knowledge of Salvador's family's dark secrets was like a heavy burden that threatened to crush her. The more she uncovered, the more she realized how tangled their lives were-secrets she could never have imagined. But even in her desperation to escape, Anna couldn't shake the feeling that Salvador was watching, waiting, and slowly closing in on her. His charm had masked his true nature for so long, but now the façade was slipping. Would he let her go, or was he willing to do anything to keep her in his world? The lines between love, obsession, and danger blurred with every step she took away from him. Anna couldn't hide forever, could she? The truth she uncovered about Salvador's family was just the beginning of a darker journey. As she raced against time, one question haunted her: Was it truly freedom she was running toward, or just another trap set by a man whose grip she could never escape?/1/114753/coverorgin.jpg?v=b77506453f0f7877d4f7c329b7338341&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself./0/81745/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfe4216afc603f99f25366b3e11df680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Savior, My Obsession
I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored. On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground. He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths. He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée. He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony. The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own. It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail. I finally died. But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too. We spent years building a new, safe life. I even found real love with a kind man named Liam. I was finally happy. Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance./0/84248/coverorgin.jpg?v=bfffd07cee92c0dcd0e5c67aeee3bcdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Best Friend's Widow
My entire world collapsed when my husband passed away. I didn't have any money, a house, or any idea how to proceed. Then my husband's best friend, Ethan Cole, who is also a billionaire CEO, made me an irresistible offer: if I married him for a year, he would make everything right. It was cold at first. Enterprise. However, the way he gazed at me quickly caused my heart to beat once more. I felt alive the way he touched me. Before I discovered that Ethan was concealing something, I believed I was rediscovering how to love. One of my husband's secrets. One that might shatter me once more./0/80650/coverorgin.jpg?v=abc97d92f4e3fa5dd8c024bf3e8ccd4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Dirty Little Secret
Scarlett May Johnson could sing a heartache, but she could also be hungry. So, when Nashville record mogul Silas Blackwood offered her a deal – and a marriage proposal – she said yes. It wasn't love, just a shortcut to her dreams. Soon, her life became a gilded cage: cold marble, silent halls, and a husband who rarely touched her. Her one escape was Blackwood Ridge Lodge, a wild retreat where she found raw, forbidden passion with a rugged guide named Cody. Then the truth shattered everything. "He shows us... those ATV action videos," a drunk business associate slurred to me one night. My blood ran cold. Videos? Later, I found a hidden folder on Silas's tablet: high-quality, multi-angle recordings of Cody and me at the lodge. Every intimate moment, captured. And according to his friends, he’d been *sharing* them. My escape, my passion, my secret life – all a twisted performance for his sick profit. When I confronted him, Silas didn't deny it. He simply handed me divorce papers, a paltry payout, and an iron-clad NDA. "$100,000. You breathe a word, and your music career is dead." The humiliation was a physical ache, hotter than any ambition. I was no longer an artist; I was a pawn in an old man’s twisted game, violated, discarded without a care. The naive country girl was gone, replaced by a cold, searing rage. And then, a package arrived. From Cody. Inside, a small device and a note: "Sometimes the prey has to become the hunter." Silas Blackwood thought he had won. He was dead wrong. I was ready to hunt./0/84561/coverorgin.jpg?v=61f42a5677feedaa048fe7ef2fc6b65e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Broken
The glossy magazine cover screamed it: "Chloe Van Der Bilt to Wed Titan of Industry Richard Sterling." My heart, which I' d poured into every stainless-steel surface and Michelin-starred dish of "Ember" -the restaurant I built for her-shattered. For five years, I' d sacrificed everything, clawing my way from a greasy spoon to a critically acclaimed chef, all because she whispered a dream in my ear, a promise of acceptance from her elite world. But now, a "courtesy copy" of her wedding announcement, delivered by her family' s publicist, felt like a public dismissal, a warning shot. The humiliation intensified: a fake health inspection, then a calculated smear campaign in the press painting me as an "obsessed stalker," all orchestrated by her and her new husband. Even after Richard Sterling, her new husband, casually dismissed my love as a "youthful infatuation" to my face, dismissing my entire struggle, the final blow came when Chloe's own brother, Julian, and his thugs brutally beat me in an alleyway, all while Chloe herself called to ensure I got the message, coldly confirming she had set me up. Lying battered on the pavement, I realized the woman I adored was a stranger, and the dream I chased was a meticulously crafted lie, leaving me with nothing but ashes and dust. But lying there, something shifted. The broken man she left behind wouldn't stay broken./0/47329/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa919263420b0e578ccc37d950ddd5f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Billionaire's Fake Fiancée
Annie had been by Finn's side, taking care of him as a fake fiancée for her younger sister Sofia, in order to raise money for their mother's medical treatment. She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him, but she always cheered him on and stood by him sincerely. She had been with Finn during the dark years when he was blind, and bringing light into his life. However, she left when Finn could once again see clearly. Sofia pretended to be the one with Finn during his weakest moments and announced to the media that they would soon be getting married. Now that Finn can see again, will he recognize that Annie is the girl who always cared for him, or will he believe Sofia's lies and marry her afterward?/0/92070/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd1b319dba010f738b9ad63d84bd4f9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contract Wife: Thorne's Redemption
I lay in the sterile silence of the hospital, mourning the baby I never got to hold. Everyone called it a tragic accident. A slip and fall. But I knew the truth of my husband's shove. Mark finally came to visit. He didn't bring flowers; he brought a briefcase. Inside were divorce papers and a non-disclosure agreement. He calmly informed me that his mistress-my friend-was pregnant. They were his "real family" now, and they couldn't have any "unpleasantness." He threatened to use fabricated psychiatric reports to paint me as an unstable danger to myself. "Sign the papers, Clara," he warned, his voice void of emotion. "Or you'll be moved from this comfortable room to a more... secure facility. A long-term one." I looked at the man I had loved and saw a monster. This wasn't a tragedy; it was a corporate takeover of my life. He had been meeting with lawyers while I was losing our child. I wasn't his grieving wife; I was a liability being managed, a loose end to be tied. I was utterly and completely trapped. Just as despair consumed me, my parents' old lawyer appeared like a ghost from the past. She pressed a heavy, ornate key into my palm. "Your parents left you an escape route," she whispered, her eyes filled with resolve. "For a day like this." The key led to a forgotten contract, a pact made by our grandfathers decades ago. An ironclad marriage agreement, binding me to the one man my husband feared more than death itself: the ruthless, reclusive billionaire Julian Thorne./0/83466/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202553&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Betrayal Kills Twice
The roaring motorcycles ripped through Montana's quiet air, a sound I knew too well from a life already lived. I stood on my porch, one hand on my pregnant belly, knowing this wasn't just a day; it was the past crashing into the present, threatening a tragedy I thought I' d escaped. In my first life, Caleb, my husband, had killed me after his "true love" Amber died. This time, when the mayor begged me to fetch him, I simply refused, protecting my unborn child. But Caleb, blinded by obsession, had already spun a wicked lie. He told Sheriff Brody I was having a jealous breakdown and had contacted the bikers myself. Brody, Caleb' s loyal friend, believed him. He handcuffed me, mistaking my pleas for insane ramblings. Then, in his misplaced fury, he shoved me down. I fell, a searing pain tearing through my abdomen. On the dusty ground, I watched a dark stain spread, my baby gone. Blamed for the town's massacre, for the deaths of innocents, accused of turning traitor by the very man who' d condemned me once before – how could my second chance be so much worse? But just as despair threatened to consume me, sirens pierced the chaos. State troopers arrived, armed with a confession: the true traitor wasn't me, but Caleb' s beloved Amber, the biker gang' s mole. With my innocence revealed, a new, brutal fight for justice had just begun./1/112094/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f352e9e0af2a13e658cf50265c51a91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Until Death Gives In: He Was My Doom, and Still My Home
The daughter of the Winslow family and the mafia leader of the Yates Group were born as enemies, their families locked in a feud that spanned generations. And yet, somewhere in the clash of blades and pride, love took root. On the day they first met, Lucien Yates should have killed Mira Winslow. Instead, he shifted the aim of his gun and spared her-saving the proud, untouchable daughter of the Winslow family before him. She could have run after being saved. Instead, she chose to fall-straight into the depths of his gaze. For three years, they lived together in secret. Mira was the only light in his endless night. And for her, Lucien allowed himself a dangerous fantasy-a grand wedding in Silvera, where their love could finally break free from the chains of their families' hatred. At the height of their love, she was willing to abandon her family name for him. And he was willing to stand against the entire underworld for her. On his thirty-second birthday, Lucien saw it with his own eyes-Mira handing over a hundred-page document to the head of the Winslow family. Soon after, the Yates Group suffered a devastating blow. The pain tore through him, drowning everything else. He couldn't believe that the woman who had shared his nights... had betrayed him. Mira knew nothing. The moment she stepped outside, she was taken. Iron chains clamped around her ankles. Seawater flooded her throat. The executioner let out a cold laugh. "This is Lucien's order." Until her final breath, she believed it was the man she loved who had sentenced her to death./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."/0/81276/coverorgin.jpg?v=090534318355657290efabd9449e80ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Masked Billionaire
My king-sized bed felt impossibly wide between my long-term boyfriend, Ethan, and me. I' d poured years into him, supporting his struggling architecture dreams, always his loyal rock. I believed in our future, a quiet, stable life together. But then I heard his confession. "Sarah' s great, you know? She' s comfortable. Safe. But the passion… it' s not there. Not like with Jessica." His manipulative ex, who' d once abandoned him, was back. He was preparing to win a public auction to spend a day with her. I watched him publicly fawn over Jessica, outbidding everyone, his eyes only for her. Days later, after a life-threatening car accident, I called him from the hospital. He dismissed me, again, through Jessica. At the formal proxy wedding I' d agreed to for my best friend, Jessica orchestrated a physical attack on me. And still, Ethan chose to save his ex, leaving me behind. "Comfortable. Safe." Each word was a physical blow. How could the man I loved see me as so inconsequential? The betrayal ran bone deep. Was this all I was meant to be? My friend' s plea echoed: "Marry the reclusive billionaire in my place." It was insane. But what was left to lose? I wouldn't be comfortable or safe again. I would choose my own escape. My own fight./0/22925/coverorgin.jpg?v=db93e635d91fd4b1fd28dc03fe54a34a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for my Teacher
Brie is new to college and new to that state. She's never had a boyfriend let alone kissed a guy before and she's hoping all that will change this year. So when a hunky guy on campus asks her to coffee she jumps at the chance. Then once he finds out she's a freshman he leaves suddenly making her wonder what she did so wrong..../0/46547/coverorgin.jpg?v=27b7c866e648975ea247cdf15584fef7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
POSSESSIVE TO GET YOU
"I want to break up!" Rakan's jaw tightened, his heart shattered. No matter how hard he tried to endure the pain, he couldn't bear it like this. Rakan hadn't accepted it yet, and unfortunately, Rea forced him to let go. His mouth felt heavy. He wanted to respond, but his words were stuck in his throat, along with his answer. Until Rakan reached the point of resignation. He just sat there in silence. While Rea looked at him with an inexplicable expression. "She's gone now, but her memories still linger. But I'll make sure to win back your heart. I'm possessive of you, Rea."/0/49050/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fc601e449537a09f82acb53f154d8d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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One More Night
Jake finally stopped singing when he saw the woman standing in front of him, and the band also stopped playing. He thought it was just one of his admirers or fans. He looked closely at the drunken woman who could not even stand up still. She was wearing a loose black shirt and jeans, her hair was long, white skin and with a simple beauty. She even stepped closer to him before speaking. "Hey you! I know you, that such a face deceives women!" said Nicole loudly. "What?" Jake asked in surprise. "You handsome men always bring false hope to women, then when they fall in love with you, you will leave! You are so bad! You are shameless!" Nicole shouted angrily. "Come on Nicole!" Jane shouted, as she tried to hold Nicole by the arm, but Nicole went wild. "No, I will get revenge on this idiot!" After Nicole said this, she suddenly grabbed the man's leather jacket and pulled it closer to her face, Jake bowed to the woman's sudden action and at that moment their lips pressed together./0/45452/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef67f1df0f285559700d69b496729812&imageMogr2/format/webp)
