Romance Books for Women
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Marrying the Moon Goddess
The triplets Loki, Fenrir, Lycaon, are to rule the lives of the Lycan's. Selene born of the moon was gifted to rule over the werewolves, they have never come to meet as the children of the gods were born to rule their own creations. Until the day Lycan's and Werewolves began a w*r to end one another. The gods forbade the young triplets and the young goddess to never love another until they are to meet in marriage. Their fate made the choice to show they always belong together, but would their union free their children? Will Selene's lover let her go? Or will the triplets lovers allow their union? What happens when a marriage isn't enough and the moon goddess, daughter of the gods goes back to love a human? Will they hide her from the world who desires to use them for their own personal gain?/0/85199/coverorgin.jpg?v=5feeaf0b9f22d19774d4a86d41f18523&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cheating Husband’s Painful Secret
The harsh, sterile light of the emergency room usually brought me a sense of purpose. But tonight, it felt like a spotlight on my humiliation. There, on a gurney, was my husband, Liam, clutching his groin, his face pale and contorted, his designer jeans cut away by paramedics. Next to him, a young woman in a crop top, mascara streaked, held his hand, whining about him collapsing. Then I saw it on his chart: Priapism. A prolonged, painful erection. A side effect of recreational drugs. On our tenth wedding anniversary. "I\'m his wife," I finally managed, the words tasting like acid. Her jaw dropped. "His wife? But he told me he was divorced! He said I was his girlfriend." The air left my lungs. My colleagues watched as Dr. Evelyn Reed, brilliant cardiac surgeon, couldn\'t even hold her own marriage together. Relief curdled into rage as Liam avoided my gaze. He looked weak, pathetic. "No, Dr. Chen," I said, my voice cold and clear. "I\'ll handle it. He\'s my patient now." I stripped off my wedding ring, dropping it onto the gurney next to his hand. "We\'re done, Liam. Consider this my anniversary gift to you." The memory of him whispering promises of forever, of honesty, of a partnership built on respect, now felt like a cruel lie. This wasn't just betrayal. He had faked a vasectomy years ago, after our miscarriage, telling me he only needed me, while planning this separate life. The depth of his deceit made me physically sick. A Code Blue saved me from that moment, calling me to save a life. But I promised myself, after I saved my patient, I would return and systematically destroy Liam\'s. I wouldn't look back./1/101746/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f18e5153cafabb1488e8d86bab9598d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Birkin For Every Lie
There are ninety-nine Hermès Birkins sitting in my walk-in closet. To the world, it' s a collection worth millions. To me, it' s a tally of ninety-nine times my husband, Harris, betrayed me. Each bag was a silent apology I accepted to keep our hollow marriage alive. But the hundredth betrayal wasn't fixed with crocodile leather. On the anniversary of my mother's death, I tracked Harris to my family' s private cemetery. He wasn't alone. Jessica, his "first love," was there, standing over the empty plot reserved for my living father, right next to my mother' s grave. They were digging a hole. Jessica smirked, holding a velvet box containing her dead cat and a plaque that read To Arvel, my eternal companion. "It' s just a cat, Cecily," she laughed, tossing her hair. "Don't be so dramatic. Your father won't mind the company. Besides, it shows who Harris really listens to." For years, I accepted the bags and the lies. But desecrating my family's sacred ground? The submissive wife died in that moment. I walked toward them, clutching the evidence that would destroy Jessica' s life and shatter Harris' s world. "Dig it up," I commanded, my voice colder than the grave. "Or I will bury you both right here."/0/85848/coverorgin.jpg?v=9196be9ac4a42a53e17b537bcaa99727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Cold Revenge, His Regret
The last thing I remembered was the cold night air and the unbearable pain as my body hit the pavement. My husband, Mark, and his boss, Ms. Jenkins, had pushed me from the thirty-second-floor office window. "She's just a trophy wife," Mark had sneered. Ms. Jenkins had laughed, her arm wrapped around his waist. I had walked in on them, entwined on his office desk, the contract he so desperately needed forgotten on the floor. My heart shattered, my screams turned to accusations, and they, to protect their careers and their despicable affair, silenced me forever. My last thought was regret for loving him, for trusting him, for giving him my entire world. Then, a sudden jolt. My eyes flew open. I was standing in the quiet, carpeted hallway outside Mark' s office, the thermos of soup still warm in my hands. My phone read 9:00 PM. An hour earlier. I was back. Driven by a force I didn't understand, I crept closer to the door, peering through the narrow gap. And there they were, just as before, Mark and Ms. Jenkins, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. This time, there was no scream, just a cold, hard stone of rage in my chest. This was a second chance. I wouldn't waste it on tears./0/22256/coverorgin.jpg?v=5491a7f9663c642296fe3adc826dadb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract Marriage With My Boss
A marriage bound by a contract, and she obliged to accept it. He was her boss, and she was his secretary. She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected, but when she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. But, someone occupied his heart, and he couldn’t offer anything to her except his talent on the bed. After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme destroyed her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go. Charles seemed to feel her sorrow, hugged her suddenly, and whispered, “Sarah, you can trust me. I won’t ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have cut off relationships with all other women. Don’t you believe me now?” Sarah sobbed gently, “If you have accepted that it’s over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don’t you see how it’s hurting me?” Charles stared at her, “She’s just another woman from my past!” The atmosphere between them became suffocating, and Charles said in a low voice, “Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I’m your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!” Angrily, Charles shouted again, “Sarah, I’m your man!” “Uh? My man?” Sarah laughed and stared at him. Tears began to slip down her cheeks, “Are you, my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and never become your wife! Set free, I’m begging you!”/0/82928/coverorgin.jpg?v=457830f83aefda8e342090ccd1a32de3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Quiet Wife Roared
I was Sarah Miller, publicly humiliated and discarded by NFL star Ethan Vance on his draft day. Branded a gold digger, I vanished, rebuilding my life and secretly marrying billionaire philanthropist Alexander Sterling. Five years of quiet happiness passed. But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. While on a simple errand, I unexpectedly collided with Ethan and his arrogant fiancée, my former intern. Their taunts instantly dragged me back into the nightmare. My attempt to assert my new reality – that I was married – was met with cruel laughter. Ethan snatched my Sterling Foundation card, mocking it as a fake, calling me a delusional liar and a thief. His rage escalating, he brutally crushed my hand in a car door, then locked me in a stadium utility room. Later, he dragged my battered self onto a championship ballroom stage, publicly branding me a stalker and criminal, while displaying my bandaged hand. Why was this nightmare happening again? Was I destined to be forever haunted by my past, my worth shattered anew? But just as he prepared to deliver his final, devastating blow, the grand ballroom doors dramatically swung open. My husband, Alexander Sterling, stood there, a quiet force of nature. My past had tried to consume me, but it was about to meet its match./0/25825/coverorgin.jpg?v=03bf14e5c594dd156a383ad587291bb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On The Border
“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” My soon to be; in a couple of seconds, husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do” Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely. It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands. As soon as the words “I do” left my own mouth I was certain, I just sealed my own fate by marrying Alex Snow. And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later. In a small town called “Snow”, known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will. After his father gets murdered at the hands of Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline. But killing the responsible man, sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay. The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a massacre, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families. Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically in order to stop that war. Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell” *The town Snow and everything it illegally represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you make it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life*/0/86497/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea5123771469f526f04591b1a732e6a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow
"No." The word fell like a stone in our perfectly proper living room. Thirty years old in two months, and the Miller Curse loomed-marry or face ruin. My parents, desperate, had arranged my marriage to Ethan Black, my childhood sweetheart. But the perfect picture shattered. I found out Ethan, the man I was supposed to marry, had been having an affair with Sarah Jenkins, my ambitious young intern whom I had personally mentored. The final insult came at a high-profile gala. Ethan took the stage, and with a smile, proposed to Sarah using a priceless architectural sketch-a design I had always adored, a symbol of our shared dreams. He then soft-talked Sarah, telling her she understood him better, and kissed her passionately while the room erupted in applause around me. He walked right past me, leaving me humiliated, shattered, and utterly alone in a room full of pitying and scornful eyes. My world tilted. How could the man who promised me everything publicly choose another woman, and use my memories to do it? But when he cornered me afterwards, offering to keep me as his secret mistress, his words twisted the knife. He even used the Miller Curse against me, threatening to destroy my career. That was when I knew: I wouldn't just walk away. I would rebuild. On my own terms./0/58270/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Echo of our Love
Nicole married Nicholas Jackwood just to get her late father's company back from her uncle, who threaten to kick her out because she was a female child. Though, their marriage is a contract, the tension was undeniable. Nicole struggles to get Nicholas love because he is every woman's dream and the thought alone was stressing her out. How will Nicole keep her husband to herself irrespective of the contract agreement?/0/84875/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb492ec1ed9c4c9f7067cefacaf17634&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unlikely Ally's Vengeance
A faint blue line on a pregnancy test confirmed the dream I' d nurtured for four years: twins. I, Sarah Miller, an architect, was about to surprise Mark Johnson, the man I loved, the man who had pulled me from the wreckage of grief after my parents' suspicious death, the man whose real estate empire I had meticulously helped build. But when I reached the exclusive downtown club, laughter spilled from the private room, and a voice asked, "When are you and Lisa Chen making it official?" My world shattered as Mark' s confident voice, stripped of all warmth, replied, "Sarah? Sarah was a means to an end. A very useful tool." Then came the true horror: "She has no idea I was the one who made sure that old farmhouse of hers had a little electrical \'accident.\' Best investment I ever made." He killed them. The man I loved, my savior, was my parents' murderer. Everything I believed was a lie. The twins I carried, conceived in a deceit, were just leverage for him, a means to an heir Lisa couldn' t provide. The overwhelming betrayal, coupled with a searing pain in my abdomen, sent my vision blurring. I stumbled out into the cold, hard rain, racing toward my parents' graves, only to collapse in a pool of blood. The hospital confirmed my worst fear: I had lost the babies. I lay there, numb and broken, until a nurse revealed my unlikely rescuer: David Johnson, Mark' s estranged uncle, the man Mark had ruthlessly driven out of his own family business. He was the one who collected my cracked phone, its wallpaper a perfect picture of a perfect lie, with his stern, disapproving gaze in the background – a witness I had always ignored. This man, haunted by the same demon, would become my unlikely ally. Mark had taken everything from me: my parents, my children, my name, my work. Now, I would take it all back./0/81955/coverorgin.jpg?v=76a35b4de18be4371ac9919e5817dd89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turns to Vengeance
My marriage to Mark seemed solid, our life comfortable, until his college reunion. I was there as the supportive wife, trying to ignore a growing unease. Then I saw him, too close to Jessica, his high school sweetheart and now his sister-in-law. The "Ten-Year Love Blueprint" he' d detailed for her-not me-was just the first blow. That night, I found Jessica kissing my drunk husband in our home, then overheard the devastating truth: her son, Kevin, was Mark' s, not his brother' s. My perfectly constructed life imploded as Mark dismissed my pain and his mother furiously defended his affair. A reckless car crash, caused by Jessica, led to my miscarriage; Mark, shockingly, blamed me, then his mother coldly announced, "You weren't strong enough." Even my own parents, dependent on Mark's generous support, disowned me for daring to expose his betrayal. Abandoned and broken, the injustice was crushing: how could everyone I loved betray me so completely, leaving me a disposable substitute in a life that was never truly mine? The agony of losing everything, especially my baby, felt unbearable. But a fateful accident unexpectedly offered a dark opportunity for ultimate escape and rebirth, transforming me into a vengeful phantom armed with a meticulous plan for absolute justice./0/82604/coverorgin.jpg?v=be238533657b7d011f5b45b51a77c83d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, My Ex: She Married a Mogul
I stood at my engagement party, champagne clinking, Liam's arm around me. Life was perfect. My best friend, Chloe, was there, laughing too loudly, but it was our day. Then Liam took the stage. My heart beat faster, ready for his sweet words. Instead, he announced a "sudden, undeniable change." He said he couldn't marry me. His eyes landed on Chloe. "She's the one." The room gasped. My face burned as everyone stared. My fiancé and best friend, my closest people, publicly humiliated me, smirking as I fled town, stripped of dignity. Years later, having rebuilt my life and married Julian Thorne, a tech mogul, I returned to Lynwood for a quiet work trip. And I saw them. Liam, successful, and Chloe, still his trophy. They sneered, mocking my humble appearance, calling me a failure. When I mentioned my husband, they laughed, accusing me of delusions. Liam then attacked me, snatching Julian' s locket, the symbol of my new life. He broke my hand, screaming I was a liar, a thief. Then his goons dragged me to a dark storage room, locking me in. My hand throbbed, my heart ached with crushing despair. They even found Isabella, the kind staffer who tried to help me, silencing her. Chloe appeared, gloating, telling me I would confess I was a lunatic at their wedding tomorrow, to finally destroy me. How could two people be so cruel, so utterly intent on my ruination? I was trapped, shattered, every hope of justice gone. But as they dragged me into the ballroom, preparing to force my twisted confession, an unexpected presence in the crowd began to rise. Julian./0/86173/coverorgin.jpg?v=45d606b1ec89a25446f5651434703c10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Perfect Lie: A Wife's Awakening
My marriage to Liam was supposed to be a dream, a glossy magazine cover come to life. He was the charming tech CEO, I, the brilliant data scientist. But behind the facade of our perfect life, three years passed without him ever touching me, a supposed victim of extreme OCD. Then, at his company gala, a spilled champagne tray revealed the monstrous truth: he didn' t pull me to safety. He shoved me. My head hit the marble, and as I lay dazed, he frantically wiped a champagne drop from his suit, feigning concern that painted him a tortured husband, not the brutal one. The real horror unfolded when I woke, drugged and paralyzed, to his casual laughter just outside the door. He hadn' t panicked; he' d deliberately pushed me. And then, the names: Jake, Ben, and finally, Chloe-my best friend. "Why do you think I married Ava in the first place? It' s the only way to stay in Chloe' s orbit." Every lie, every excuse, every moment of his supposed suffering, shattered into dust. I wasn't his wife; I was a pawn in his sick game, drugged and left vulnerable for his friends' crude "entertainment." How could I have been so blind, so naive, to give my heart to a monster who used me for sport? The sheer audacity, the cold calculation of it all, burned through me. I had to escape this gilded cage, expose the man who had turned my life into a cruel joke. I needed to reclaim my life, and I knew exactly how to dismantle his./0/70275/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9bc57eb949399442cc3bd36d6661abb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife For The Ruthless Ceo
Evelyn Carter never wanted to marry Liam Harrington, but her parents gave her no choice. The marriage wasn't about love-it was a business deal. Liam is cold, distant, and impossible to understand, and Evelyn knows one thing for sure: she hates him. Liam feels the same way about Evelyn. He didn't want this marriage either, but he plays his part for the sake of appearances. Behind closed doors, the tension between them only grows, with sharp words and icy glares. But their new life together isn't as simple as pretending to be a happy couple. The mansion they now call home holds secrets, and so does Liam. Evelyn can't ignore the locked doors, the hushed phone calls, and the feeling that Liam is hiding something that could change everything. As their lives tangle in ways they never expected, Evelyn begins to see a different side of Liam. She isn't sure what's worse, falling for her enemy or uncovering the truth he's trying so hard to keep from her. In this story of love, lies, and second chances, will Evelyn and Liam find their way to each other, or will the secrets between them destroy everything?/0/86822/coverorgin.jpg?v=3703bd0dddd8bf3625b481dab4b2a6fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years Gone: A New Me
The first thing I felt was a dull throb, the smell of antiseptic, and the piercing brightness of a hospital room. A nurse informed me I was Olivia Vance, and my husband, Alexander Vance, wasn't there. Then she mentioned another "accident" and a woman named Sophia, saying, "You'd think a man like him would have better things to do." My nurse, Emily, told me I had a concussion and a fractured wrist, and that she'd seen me a "dozen times" for pulling "stunts to get his attention." I looked down at a wedding band on my left hand – a cruel joke. I was told it was 2025. My last memory was 2018. Seven missing years. And an unfamiliar face stared back from the reflection-thin, tired, broken. My phone, filled with pictures of a cold mansion, smiling strangers, and a dangerous-looking Alexander Vance, confirmed I was married to him. Then I found the contract: an agreement signed in 2020 to be his public wife for five years in exchange for a settlement. The term was up. Scrolling through desperate, one-sided texts to him, I found a chilling message from two days ago: "He will never love you. You're just a substitute. He's with me tonight." A violent memory hit me: a yacht, Sophia Miller's poisonous voice telling me, "He's tired of you, Olivia. You were just a placeholder." Then her hands on my chest, a sudden shove, and the cold water engulfing me. The bruises, the fractured wrist, the aching ribs – all for a stranger I had apparently loved. My past was a living nightmare, but now, with a blank slate, I knew one thing: I was not bringing that broken woman back./0/84551/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6352f33b58935a3ce9d6fbef29a0c8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal of My Childhood Sweetheart
Liam was my world for twelve years, my best friend, my boyfriend, the constant, warm presence who knew my every preference and always had my back. Every thoughtful gesture, every patient explanation, affirmed my trust in him. Then, a whispered conversation behind a slightly ajar door shattered everything. "Only when Chloe falls will everyone truly see you," he murmured, his voice laced with the tenderness I thought was reserved for me, but directed at Emily. "You' re the one who deserves everything." The kindness, the attention, the love-it was all a calculated performance. I was a pawn in his cruel game, a stepping stone to elevate Emily. The truth hit me with physical force, the air in the hallway thick and unbreathable. Every affectionate "Oh, Chloe" for my clumsiness twisted into contempt. How could twelve years of shared life be a lie? How could the boy who painted tiny moon craters for my science project, who found a first-edition of my favorite book, orchestrate my public humiliation and downfall? The betrayal was too deep, too vast, to comprehend. I stumbled back, grief and fury battling for dominance. But as the tears streamed down my face, a cold, clear certainty solidified: I wouldn't fall. I wouldn't be his pawn. My life with him was over, and I would escape, no matter the cost./0/46915/coverorgin.jpg?v=882bcd2cbbc0fe5f839c399741b67770&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Secrets
Shirley Hamilton has everything anyone could want in their life. But the one thing that she wants is to be a car racer, and the only person she deems capable of fulfilling her dream is Dylan. Dylan Lewiston is a businessman in daylight, who is also a renowned car racer. At the same time, he is a cold-hearted Mafia leader, who solely wants revenge for everything that has pushed him into living this vicious life. What comes to pass when Dylan accepts to train Shirley for the approaching car race? Will the vengeful and cold aura of Dylan change with the chirpy Shirley? Will love bloom between them? And most importantly, what will transpire when Shirley discovers the Mafia secrets?/0/85200/coverorgin.jpg?v=2cc27090ab06d866f15ebd4c9ef230c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth She Couldn't Tell
Eight years ago, I gave up everything to save the man I loved. I was an award-winning investigative journalist, Ava Miller, and I put Marcus Thorne in prison - a choice that broke us both. I promised myself he' d be safe, even if it meant he' d hate me forever. But the truth was far more complex than a simple betrayal. A cruel family secret, a hidden illness eating away at my mind, turned me into a stranger even to myself. Now he' s back, richer and colder, engaged to my former best friend Chloe, and determined to make me pay for a crime I didn' t commit. He thinks I' m a liar, a gold-digger, broken and pathetic. He doesn' t know the real reason I did what I did, or that my memory is failing, turning my past into a terrifying blank. With nowhere left to turn, and my mind slipping away, there' s only one way I can tell him the truth, one last desperate message before I lose it all… or myself. I have to make him understand, even if it' s the last thing I ever do./0/38155/coverorgin.jpg?v=a937b18714ae22cd45270815a2b57ff4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Obsession
Oliver Cowell an affluent dreaded Mafia lord, forcefully abduct Kate Fallon in exchange for the money her uncle borrowed from him but couldn't pay back. Little did he know that he is slowly falling in love with Kate Fallon, his debtor niece. What will be Kate's fate from now on, and how will she cope with a monster like Oliver. Stay tuned. Oliver Cowell an affluent dreaded Mafia lord, forcefully abduct Kate Fallon in exchange for the money her uncle borrowed from him but couldn't pay back. Little did he know that he is slowly falling in love with Kate Fallon, his debtor niece. What will be Kate's fate from now on, and how will she cope with a monster like Oliver. Stay tuned./0/80009/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b6c62241a1f8a8447535c66845f152b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
