Romance Books for Women
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Billionaire's Game Of Revenge
"For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escapes your lips. You lose." "And what will happen if I lose?" I asked hurriedly, not moving my eyes from his atrocious one, breathless, tempted, but also scared. "You will let me touch you. With. Your. Consent." *** A one night mistake. A slap. Garnet was going to regret slapping the most manipulative and desirable billionaire, Roy Layne. He tried to know the secret behind her tears but it ended up in a game of revenge. After finding her as his new PA, he gained a chance to teach her a lesson for the slap, to beckon her in his charm. To make her his using all possible means. But, at the same time, his insensitive brother, Lucien Layne, claims that he knows Garnet's dark past and had selected her as his prey. When both Brothers have set their eyes on the same woman, who is going to win?/0/58581/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bece2a0a0135619d04a503a576489ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Redemption.
She discovers her fiancé and her sister getting intimate right before her wedding. Determined to expose them, she plays the tape on her wedding day, but her parents don't support her. Now, she has a chance for a new beginning with a wealthy man through a contractual marriage. Will she be able to get her revenge on her fiancé? Will her transactional partnership with the wealthy man evolve into something more?/0/26785/coverorgin.jpg?v=bec8999f492722f78cd5e32ce6d517db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tides Of Love - Flash Marriage
She was in it, to escape a forced marriage. He was in it, because of her. Lana Lang, is the golden daughter of the Lang empire. Or so the world thought. She wanted nothing more than her parent's love and attention but all that was given to her little brother. Sometimes she'd wonder if she was truly a daughter of her parents or she just couldn't meet their expectations. Forced to marry a good for nothing man, by her ever so controlling parents. She rebelled and took it to herself to choose a Man way better than her parent's choice. In a night, she acquired a husband and became his legally married wife. ***** "Sir, your wife is about to get married to someone else." With an evil smile, a certain Man replied, "Set up a press conference immediately, it's time to announce to the world. Who my wife is." Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Characters, places, and names are only my imagination./0/87457/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d952b4d21a707e1fdea5aa0847b1408&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Heart, His Cruelty
The phone buzzed frantically during my board meeting. It was my mother, her voice a shredded mess, whispering, "He's here. At the university. He's making us..." before the line went dead. "He" was Gustav Bradford, the man I loved, the man who was destroying me. I raced to Westwood University to find my parents on their knees, humiliated, with Gustav standing over them, beautiful and terrifying, beside his therapist, Estelle Strong. Estelle, his new everything, whispered lies about my parents disrespecting them, while my father, a man who debated world leaders, bowed his head in shame. My mother sobled silently as a drone live-streamed their humiliation. When I confronted him, Gustav, with a chilling smile, ordered his guard to break my father's leg. A sickening crack echoed, followed by my father's agonizing scream. Then, my mother's. They both lay broken. The love I had for Gustav shattered, replaced by a cold, vast emptiness. "I will kill you," I whispered, the words tasting like poison. He just smiled, kissed my cheek, and left, telling me he'd be home for dinner. That night, my parents, in a desperate act to free me, took their own lives. My scream was soundless. I called Amit, my friend, for the drug that would make me look dead. I had to die to live, and I had to live to see Gustav Bradford burn./0/91026/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a6d763a41bfe7c44fa77dcd23c5f397&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Guided by Love
In a world grown dry with doubt and division, three weary souls set out on a journey that will awaken a miracle. When Daniel, a humble preacher marked by loss, follows a whisper of faith into the desolate lands, he is joined by Isabella - steadfast, luminous, and unafraid to believe when all seems barren - and Elise, a seeker torn between light and shadow. Together, they carry the covenant of a living river - one that flows not only through the earth, but through the human heart. From the rebirth of Willow Creek to the awakening of forgotten cities, The Everflow traces a breathtaking pilgrimage of renewal and redemption. But as the river spreads, so too does resistance - from powers that fear the tide of grace and the breaking of old chains. Through storms and silence, fire and flow, Daniel and his companions learn that the greatest battle is not against the desert without, but the drought within. Told in luminous prose and steeped in spiritual symbolism, The Everflow is a sweeping saga of faith, unity, and the unyielding strength of divine love. It is a story for every heart that has ever felt dry - and for every soul still longing to remember that the river never truly stopped flowing. When faith becomes a current, hope a journey, and love the water that carries us home - the Everflow begins./0/85186/coverorgin.jpg?v=00810939b3bd2e77696550e76fd63170&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wife: Billionaire's Unexpected Love
They called us the brilliant Reed sisters, both surgeons. I was Evelyn, the older one, and in my last life, I poured everything into saving Daniel Sterling, the man I was supposed to marry. I sacrificed my career, my groundbreaking research, my very soul, all to make him whole. My younger sister, Sarah, was meant for Alexander Thorne, a dying tech mogul, in a high-risk medical trial, and she died tragically. Everyone thought Daniel adored me, but the moment he no longer needed me, he ruined me. He revoked my license, shattered my reputation, and cast me out, spitting, "Sarah was supposed to be my wife!" I died alone, broken and in debt, a shell of who I once was. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back, sitting in our living room, at the exact moment my fate was sealed. My parents worried, Sarah looked pale, and then came the words: One of us would marry Daniel Sterling, the other Alexander Thorne and his substantial compensation. Sarah, the selfless act perfected, whispered, "I can do it. I'll marry Mr. Thorne." In my past life, I fell for it, sacrificing myself for her. But this time, I saw the flicker of triumph in her eyes, I remembered Daniel's coldness. The words tasted like poison, but I forced them out, changing everything: "No, Sarah. You're right." To the stunned silence, I stated, "You said you would do it for the family. So you should marry Daniel Sterling." I turned to my parents, my voice clear. "I will marry CEO Alexander Thorne." Sarah's panic was real. "You love Daniel! You can't throw your life away!" Daniel burst in, disdain and anger on his handsome face. "Evelyn, what is this nonsense? Marry Alexander Thorne? Are you out of your mind?" He saw me as a transaction, a tool, but that realization no longer hurt. "I said," I repeated, my voice ringing with finality, "I am willing to marry CEO Alexander Thorne."/0/25163/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8690a95066fd6fffe27ed2d3b527a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire Husband, Hold Me Tight
Twelve years ago, she saved him; twelve years later, he proposed to her. He said, “Sarah, I love you!” It made her sleepless all the years. One day, she finally couldn’t stand it and shouted, “Maurice Brown, I want a divorce.” He sealed her mouth in a different way, “Honey, the prenuptial agreement says, there is no divorce between us, only the bereft of each other.”/0/85835/coverorgin.jpg?v=64ae6ef42273eac6e679d966aac018c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Arranged Marriage
The Fairmont ballroom shimmered with expensive light. It was supposed to be the happiest night of my life, my engagement party with Sarah, my girlfriend of six years. Everything was perfect until Liam, Sarah's assistant, crashed in, drunk and enraged. "A toast!" he slurred, holding a champagne bottle like a weapon. "To Sarah. A woman I love. Not him. Me. It's always been me." The room fell silent as Sarah rushed to him, taking the bottle, her entire focus on placating the man who had just publicly sabotaged our engagement. She led him away, not sparing a glance for my humiliation. My father's words echoed in my ears: "You have three days." The Hayes family pact loomed – an arranged marriage if I wasn't wed by my 35th birthday. Sarah returned, feigning apology, then accepted Liam's smooth, practiced apology on behalf of us both, drawing a line in the sand with me on the other side. Later, back at our apartment, a pocket-dialed voicemail from Sarah revealed her intimate laughter with Liam, confirming their secret connection. A photo, sent by a friend, sealed it: Liam kissing Sarah against an alley wall, a deep, consuming kiss. The final piece of evidence, burning into my mind. This wasn't just a drunken mistake; it was a calculated betrayal. My six-year future, the one I had fought for, lay shattered by deceit. I picked up my suitcase, the fight drained from me. There was only one path left. "Confirm it," I told my father's assistant. "My meeting with the Chen family is scheduled for tomorrow at noon."/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."/0/18350/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf5f8e2d27eecc00f9ed071e09522f64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beauty and the Bad
What would you do, if you had the chance at a second life? Chloe Byrne has lived her life playing by the book, never stepping out of her comfort zone. Never partied. Never drank. Never kissed anyone. All that changes, when her father is taken from her in a fateful car accident. Chloe and her mother now have to up-root their home, and forget their old lives. Chloe now has a second chance at a new life – as Haley Quinn. Who exactly is Haley Quinn? A mysterious man, draped in dark ink and golden eyes, and he may just be the key to finding herself; Chloe or Haley. Would you take the chance at a second life, or watch it race by?/0/86160/coverorgin.jpg?v=b056aec2a3bf32efcd33451d134fcee0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, One Betrayal
For eight years, I, Chloe Davis, lived in the shadows, pouring my soul into Liam Stone's music, ghostwriting his hits, and supporting his every dream. I was his secret girlfriend, enduring hidden holidays and hushed dinners, all for the promise that one day, he' d reveal me as the woman he loved. Tonight was supposed to be that night. But as Liam stood on the glittering stage of the Starlight Music Awards, clutching the "Best New Artist" trophy, his eyes scanned the crowd not for me, but for stunning, famous Scarlett Blake. "My inspiration, my muse," he declared, beaming at her. Then, the crushing blow: "Scarlett, darling, once I solidify my A-list status, I' m yours forever." My world went silent. The eight years of sacrifice, my unseen labor, my unwavering devotion-all erased by a public declaration meant for another woman. He celebrated with champagne and victory, completely oblivious to the hollow ache in my chest, the numb limb that was finally acknowledged as dead. He called my quietness a flaw in his perfect evening. He thought a diamond necklace could fix it. He thought his casual affair, texting Scarlett the night of his triumph, would go unnoticed. He still believed there was an "us." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just packed. I was no longer the girl who loved him more than herself. That 18-year-old was gone. The 28-year-old Chloe, the one who just sold her entire song catalog, was done being a stepping stone. This was over. He didn't know it yet, but his secret weapon had just become his biggest threat./0/86809/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d821ff4fe8ebfaee25b022de00a1d4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Eyes: A Wife's Escape
The phone rang, shattering the silence. It was the hospital. My husband, David, was in the ER. He'd been in a severe accident, his injuries particularly bad to his face and eyes. When the doctor told me his corneas were beyond repair, a strange sense of peace washed over me. The very reason I'd married him - the eyes that had once belonged to Alex, the love of my life - were now destroyed. I walked out of the hospital and called my lawyer. "Draw up the divorce papers," I said. "I'm done." My marriage wasn't real; it was a cage I'd built. For five years, I' d endured his insults, his coldness, his affairs, all to keep Alex's eyes in my life. He'd even taught our son, Leo, to despise me, to call me names, to see me with his father' s contempt. The day before his accident, I' d threatened divorce if he went on a reckless trip with his mistress. He' d scoffed, certain I' d crawl back. But now, the corneas were gone. The last piece of Alex was gone. My reason for staying, my obsession, my penance-it was all over. He wouldn't see me at the hospital, telling the nurse his fiancée, Emily, was his only family. That was fine. It made this cleaner. I was finally free./0/23217/coverorgin.jpg?v=bfcea98bf81f592eb0a901b5489cc581&imageMogr2/format/webp)
IN LOVE WITH A VAMPIRE
This story is all about a girl named Catherine. Catherine is an orphan who lives with her Aunt named Rose. She wishes to study but her aunt doesn't want her to study. One night, Rose sent Catherine an errand on her way, she lost the money and there was no extra money with her so she went home back. When she got home, she met her aunt in the sitting room watching a movie. She stared at her aunt in tears and then Rose asked why she was sobbing?. Catherine told her she lost her money when Rose heard what Catherine said, she stood up and slapped her. She sent her out of the Mansion. That night Catherine was hungry so she went to the other street. On her way, she saw two guys hovering over a lady. She became curious and went a little further only to find out that they were sucking a lady's blood. She screamed seeing the blood and lost her balance. The two guys turned back when they saw Catherine,they stopped sucking the lady's blood then they came closer to her. One of the guys named Andrew bowed down and held Catherine’s neck, he moved his mouth closer to Catherine’s neck, he was about to bite her neck when his phone rang . He checked the caller when the caller turned out to be his mom Queen Amber, he hung up. Andrew was about Catherine again when his phone rang, he picked the call and hit Leo to carry Catherine. What would happen when Catherine woke up? Will they Kill her? will they fall in love? Find out/1/125743/coverorgin.jpg?v=414aca193c469712c00a58642408f52a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Captive: Pregnant With The Tycoon's Heir
Five years ago, Sienna made the most devastating mistake of her life: falling in love with Nikolai. What for the naive young assistant was an unforgettable week of passion was nothing more than a fleeting distraction for the cold-hearted Russian tycoon before he returned to Moscow. When Sienna discovered she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to him, only to be met with cold indifference. Alone and heartbroken, Sienna vanished to protect her daughter. Now, Nikolai was colder and more lethal than ever. But his frosty exterior began to crack when he crossed paths with a four-year-old girl in a restaurant, a girl with the same defiant gaze and unmistakable ice-blue eyes as his own. Convinced that Sienna hid his heir on purpose, Nikolai unleashed his fury. He issued her an unforgiving ultimatum: either she moved into his mansion under his rules, or he'd take the child away from her forever. He believed he'd trapped a compliant captive, but he was about to discover that the tender-hearted assistant he abandoned had become a fierce mother willing to do whatever it took for her child./0/62151/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca09a14eec14ad2dd5c52e55699779ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Mr. President's Exclusive Wife
In order to reciprocate Jason Moore who saved her life, Alison Clark quickly married CEO Jason who was seriously ill. Alison thought that she had to try her best to protect and take care of Jason, but to her surprise, she turned to be the one being protected and spoiled and became the enviable Mrs. Moore. However, wasn't it said that Jason could not live more than two month, why was he getting better and better day by day? It turns out that he lied to her that he was never ill! Alison who found the truth and tried to get rid of him is held in Jason's arms, "Want to marry someone else? No way!"/0/85836/coverorgin.jpg?v=670bd2f4b27592f0af0a8ec93df7b310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, My Freedom
The call came on a sunny Tuesday, a day promising peace, as I reviewed blueprints in my home office. Then, my phone vibrated with his name: Ethan Carter, my husband. "Chloe," he said, his voice cold and distant, "We need to get a divorce." He wanted to give "her" legitimate status; he' d met someone. I simply leaned back, my voice flat, "Okay. Then we should do that." He hung up, without a proper goodbye, after arranging for his lawyer to draft the generous settlement papers. My best friend, Maya, on the other hand, exploded, "That son of a bitch! After everything you' ve done for him!" Her fury was a storm I couldn't feel, my own emotions a placid lake. "He wants to give 'the other woman' legitimate status," I recited, the words foreign on my tongue. Maya vowed to burn his suits and sue him for every penny, insisting I was in shock. "It' s okay," I told her, a tired smile touching my lips. "I also had an affair." A different kind of silence fell. "And another thing," I added, looking at my perfect blueprints, "His affair? I arranged it."/0/86485/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5d8d442cae2477c71e3066bd0da7c7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Deceit, My Vengeance
I stood at the awards ceremony, basking in the success of my firm, Miller Thompson, and eagerly anticipating my fiancé David Chen' s arrival. He' d texted that he was in a last-minute investor meeting, brimming with pride for me. Then I saw the ring. On another woman' s hand. The Möbius strip engagement ring I had designed for David, the one he claimed he' d lost six months ago in Singapore. And then I heard her on the phone, cooing to "David" about their child, Leo, and him laughing in the background. My world shattered. David, my loving fiancé who talked about our future, was secretly a husband and father living a parallel life-a life I was unknowingly funding. All those late nights, "tech conferences," and tearful stories about "lost" rings were elaborate lies designed to extract my money and trust. My heart pounded with the sickening realization: I was his chief investor, not his partner in love. How could I have been so blind? He was the architect of my dreams, or so he said. He was everyone' s favorite, my parents adored him. All the while, he was building another life with someone else, using my money, my network, and my love as his foundation. Every memory we shared, every promise he made, turned into a grotesque parody of the truth. The fury that replaced my shock solidified my resolve. I dropped the phone on his name and typed two words: "Call me." This was no longer about heartbroken despair; it was about cold, calculating vengeance. He had stolen my future, my money, and my trust. Now, I would make him pay./0/19973/coverorgin.jpg?v=746626faa48a938fae501c775739e1e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The bad boy & the virgin
All my life I have been controlled. I never had a life. My mother seemed to hate me. My fiancé acts as if he couldn't stand the sight of me. So when I found my Fiancé and my mother in bed together I left. Little did I know that I would get drunk, go to Vegas, and meet a bad boy that could end up being just what I needed.../0/23542/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8003721fa9a27004e30183b4a1dc7ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
