Romance Books for Women
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My Son's Watch Exposed My Husband's Lies
My son, Leo, died a month ago from what they called a tragic accident. My husband, Benedict, has been my rock, holding me together as our world ended. But when he brought the nanny, Kendall, to our home, he wasn't comforting me. He was comforting her. He called me hysterical for wanting to plan our son's funeral because it was upsetting Kendall. That night, I heard them together in the guest room. His low rumble, her soft reply. In a desperate need to feel close to my son, I went to his room and found his smartwatch. The one he was supposed to be wearing that day. I charged it, and a notification popped up: Leo's Journey - Data Upload Complete. I pressed play and heard it all. My son, begging for me as he baked to death in the car. Kendall, telling him to be quiet before locking the doors. The betrayal was absolute. My grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting our son's murderer. I scrolled past my family and friends and found the name of my husband's biggest rival. "Chase," I said when he answered, my voice steady and unrecognizable. "I'm leaving the company. I need a change of scenery."/0/80658/coverorgin.jpg?v=061426cfdc8335ef6740960abeb6ccd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bride's Dark Secret
Our wedding, live-streamed to millions, was meant to be my perfect future with the radiant Veronica. She was my salvation, helping me move past my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who had supposedly clung to me pathologically. But then, from inside the grand piano, Clara's worn journal slipped to the floor. "What trash is that doing here?" I spat, kicking it away, reinforcing the narrative Veronica had perfected. The Event MC, David, picked it up, announcing the first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song, "Faded Embers," dated years before she claimed it. Veronica’s tinkling laugh felt suddenly hollow. I stepped in, defending her, pointing out a prep school melody only "we" would know, further solidifying Clara’s image as a delusional liar online. But David turned the page, reading Clara’s secret high school entries about me. "I think 'Faded Embers' is almost finished. It’s for him." Dated years before Veronica and I even met, before I "officially" knew Clara. My certainty wavered. This wasn’t the Clara Veronica had painted; this was a girl who admired me from afar, a pure unrequited love. The words continued, detailing Veronica's open cruelty: discarded gifts, her chilling taunt “You don’t belong here, street rat,” and the unimaginable horror of Clara’s 19th birthday. "He never believed me. He never asked," Clara had written. I swayed, remembering my cold judgmental rage, Veronica’s calculated comfort. A knot of sickening realization tightened in my gut. The lights flickered, a crystal glass cracked, an ominous sign. This wasn't a wedding anymore; it was a reckoning. And I, Ethan Cole, was just beginning to realize the monstrous truth about the woman I was marrying, and the horrific injustice I had enabled./0/20635/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a343afbb0575dee0ced41dc3e298834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not The Usual Fairytale
Combination of two romantic/tragic stories that combine reality and fantasy in a perfect blend. Who's The One? Stacy takes a walk down the memory lane when she is asked about how she met Derin, the love of her life and how much she loves him. As the conversation progress and some dark and unsettling truth is revelled that makes her suddenly being asked to confront her biggest REGRET; the thing she everyday; till date; regrets. An Unfolding Tale The journey of Ana, who lives her life the most. She never paid any heed to the problems in her life, would do anything to let her life be PERFECT. But as all humans who walk in the search of perfection: something she does goes horribly wrong with turns her life upside down. She is struck by realization that she is loosing the the most precious thing in her life./0/81307/coverorgin.jpg?v=11ab13e716c6fea965d7329cdeb7c0ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love
It was my ninety-ninth wedding to Ethan Carter, my Southern Belle smile frozen in place despite the whispers of Charleston society. Suddenly, a hidden screen at the altar flickered to life. It showed Tiffany Hayes tearfully auctioning a fake heirloom, claiming Ethan was her savior while he loudly abandoned me to bid a million dollars on her manufactured drama. Ethan then systematically unleashed horrifying abuse. He locked me out and moved Tiffany into our home. He dangled me from a skyscraper rooftop. He brutally forced me to desecrate his deceased parents' tombstones. And finally, he drugged, violated, and filmed me, before leaking the humiliating video online for the world to see. How could the man I secretly saved, twice over, believe such monstrous lies and become my tormentor? How could he drive me to the brink of utter despair and into the embrace of the cold, indifferent ocean? Yet, as the waves closed over me, a forgotten childhood promise and the unwavering dedication of my oldest friend pulled me back. I was ready to witness the devastating truth Ethan would soon uncover and the reckoning that awaited his betrayer./0/84876/coverorgin.jpg?v=3292035f0ee8585ee19446d6a2e409d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract, Baby, And Billionaire
The cold screen of my phone cast a harsh glow on Olivia' s smug, made-up face-my art school rival-her latest post a candid, unflattering photo of me. Then, I saw the caption: "Some people will do anything for money. Here's Scarlet, a little fuller these days. Wonder if she finally landed a big fish. Or maybe it' s just a little goldfish she' s carrying?" The comments exploded, branding me a gold-digger, a woman using a baby to trap a man. Nausea churned in my stomach, not just morning sickness, but pure panic. Just as the world narrowed to the poison spreading online, a new notification flashed: a press release from the Sterling Corporation. My heart pounded as I clicked, expecting another blow. Instead, it was an announcement from the notoriously reclusive tech mogul, Liam Sterling: he confirmed he was the father of my unborn child and vowed legal action against any defamation. The world tilted. Liam Sterling? The legendary, untouchable genius from college? It was impossible. I had never even spoken to him. How could he be the father of a child conceived in a transaction with a nameless stranger in a dimly lit hotel room-a desperate mistake made to save my dying grandmother? It made no sense. The public shaming felt insignificant now, overshadowed by a terrifying reality: my quiet, desperate life had just collided with a world of unimaginable power. I was trapped, a pawn in a game I didn' t understand. I had signed a contract for survival, and now I was paying the ultimate price./0/81956/coverorgin.jpg?v=81ee0f250ed96dd5743719d2f81eae88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Their Dark Game
I'm Ava, a software engineer. But my reality is a nightmare. I' ve "died" twice in premonitions, murdered by my childhood friends, Liam and Noah, who were obsessed with another girl, Eliza. Now, framed as a corporate spy, I' m at their memorial, for men supposedly dead in a fiery crash. Then, they appear. Alive. They demand I choose one of their "legacies," implying my charges vanish if I comply. Their return isn't a miracle. It' s a terrifying trap. These men, who once "killed" me, kidnap me again, trying to extract my secrets. They publicly brand me an imposter, even parading out another woman as the "real" Eliza. My reputation, my sanity, everything is on the line. How can I fight these controlling ghosts who claim to love me but treat me as a replacement? Is this elaborate gaslighting, or is a deeper, more sinister plot unfolding around me? The line between my chilling premonitions and current reality blurs dangerously. What dark game are they playing? But I have a secret weapon: my late father's hidden data chip and a desperate, clandestine agreement with the powerful Julian Hayes. I will inject an experimental memory-restoring compound, risking everything to uncover the truth and dismantle a vast, deadly conspiracy, even if it means confronting my own haunting past head-on./0/86823/coverorgin.jpg?v=3359a314ccf6c7a3bb0f18cc38ffcc92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marry A Comatose Man I' d Never Met
I stared at my father, cutting through the tense living room silence. "I want to marry Blake Harrison." Just hours before, I' d woken to a terrifying truth: My life wasn't my own. I was the villainous side character, destined to be sacrificed to showcase Chloe Davis, the protagonist. The world' s script had a tragic ending for me: My brother, Mark, would disown me. My childhood crush, David, would forge a psychiatric evaluation. And my fiancé, Ethan, would use it to have me committed to a mental institution. I' d be the first casualty in their twisted love game for Chloe. I became Chloe's plaything. She "accidentally" locked me in a freezer, causing near-fatal hypothermia. Then she framed me for a "cut," leading to my forced skin graft. She poisoned me with mangoes, knowing my severe allergy, almost killing me, only for them to demand I apologize to her. They publicly humiliated me with my private photos and then killed my beloved cat, Snowball, cooking him into a soup she made me drink. I didn't understand how their devotion to Chloe made them so cruel. How could the men who once protected me become my tormentors, twisting every truth to fit Chloe's narrative? I refused to accept that fate. I would escape, reveal the truth, and rewrite my ending. My chosen path? Marriage to a comatose man I' d never met./0/23231/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e2846b9e0b14d31e14b3fb42ad2cd50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Phoenix Bride: Call and Lie
It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My wedding to Liam Vance, the tech mogul, a man I loved and trusted with my whole heart. Then, a text from an unknown number shattered my perfect world: a photo of a woman's hand, a massive diamond ring mirroring mine, resting on his custom wedding suit sleeve. The message: "Is this the wedding dress you designed for me? It's beautiful, Ava. Liam is a lucky man." My blood ran cold as I recognized Chloe, Liam's "terminally ill" ex-business partner, reflected in the photo. He had been spinning elaborate lies, claiming to comfort her in her final days, while he was secretly planning a wedding with her, using our venue, on our day. Every hushed phone call, every late night "crisis" at work – it all clicked into place. I was just a naive fool, part of his elaborate facade. The white roses he' d sent me that morning wilted, mirroring my dying love. A smudge of Chloe's garish pink lipstick on his suit sleeve, brought into my studio, was the final insult. Anger, cold and sharp, replaced my heartbreak. He called, spinning yet another lie about a server meltdown, postponing our wedding. But as I listened to the string quartet playing in the background of his call, a new, dangerous resolve hardened within me. He wanted a wedding that day? Fine. He was going to get one. But it wouldn't be his. I was going to rewrite the entire script, and it would be a masterpiece of public humiliation./0/62814/coverorgin.jpg?v=507ef41eb1ce5a7f0f4107749b9bb4ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife
The Billionaire Betrayed Wife follows Rachael Morgan, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael's life spirals into chaos when she's cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust-even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power./1/107588/coverorgin.jpg?v=abbf314ef5c3306f229160157f335907&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Riveted Duke
"...If she gets close to me by chance, I'll be force to separate you from her." He threatened his wife. "If we aren't welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from." She replied boldly. "And you think I'll allow you to go that easily?...You're my wife and whatever I say stands. Don't think you can get away from me easily." ******************************************* Rebecca's only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with another's child. As she lives with her husband, she realizes the true reasons why he had married her. Duke Williams has been her secret admirer, obsessed with her beauty and only wants her for himself. Rebecca's love life gets threatened when her child's father returns and an unexpected ex moves into her husband's house. Will she be able to save everything she loves or let her home fall apart?/0/25178/coverorgin.jpg?v=387beaafb724c95cf589348e935de4ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Addicted to His Wife
"She spent one night with Simon. Sophie thought she would get rid of his control and cut off their relationship directly, but unexpectedly, he was hunting her all over the city. Finally one day, she was hunted down and brought to him, Simon clinched her jaw and said, “Where’re you trying to go?” Simon curled up a smile when he found hate that flashed in her eyes. Well, it seemed that only if she got well disciplined, she would behave obediently."/0/38156/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1a1786c95bc43e3cbdce33b11d0d16d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Love, Deep Kiss
After a dirty contract was signed, she was caught back to his side and became the noble Mrs. Quan. The next morning, she held her wrist, “Excuse me, Master Quan, are you an electrical man?” “Aren’t you clear about it?” He was an emperor in the business world but loved her to an extreme degree. When her ex got married, the master felt displeased and forced her to go with him! “It’s so windy outside. If I were blown into others’ arms, they wouldn’t return such a cute me.” He pinned her down on the bed, “Who dare touch you? Are they courting death?” When the truth was known to all, she snuggled up to him:” Why do you treat me so well?” “I haven’t got tired of making love with you.”/0/82930/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2bc1889b3d43dd0c1c2b1be74b5032b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex's Unseen Son
Her world revolved around the sterile precision of Boston General, a frantic pace that helped Evie outrun a haunting premonitory dream. Then he returned: Dr. Julian Vance, her former fiancé and the brilliant surgeon whose abrupt departure had shattered her four years prior. He wasn't alone; a stunning woman in a pristine white dress, just like her dream, was by his side, introduced as his fiancée. His cool, dismissive gaze, devoid of any shared past, was a stark reminder of their painful ending. He publicly dismissed their intense history as "nothing," twisting the knife of her past, desperate attempt to secure his future. Julian's fiancée, Victoria, a woman straight from Evie' s nightmare, systematically dismantled her reputation, turning colleagues into a whispering gallery of judgment. The final, brutal blow came when Julian, a cardiothoracic genius, coldly refused to operate on Evie' s dying father, abandoning him to succumb to his illness. How could the man she once loved, a man sworn to save lives, deliver such a cruel, calculated act of revenge? Was all their shared history, all her past sacrifice, truly worthless to him, or was this a deeper, colder malice she couldn't comprehend? The raw pain and burning hatred consumed her, every breath a testament to his unforgivable betrayal. With nothing left but fractured dreams and a hollow heart, Evie packed a single bag, determined to outrun Boston, him, and the wreckage of a life defined by his cruelty./0/19338/coverorgin.jpg?v=114004baccc5caa7a8c8a76dd7ef7fe6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Forbes Interview: A Wedding Day Betrayal
I gave him everything. Twelve years of my youth, my full Stanford scholarship, a promising career as an analyst at Goldman Sachs – all sacrificed to build his company, NextGen Solutions, from the ground up. I was his co-founder, his COO, the true architect of his vision, working 80-hour weeks for a mere $65,000 annually while he took all the credit and lived like a king. Then, just seven days before my 30th birthday, Ethan Miller, the man I believed would finally propose, proudly announced in a Forbes interview he was marrying "a woman who dedicated her youth to him" on that very day. My phone exploded with congratulations, everyone convinced he meant me, his childhood sweetheart and loyal partner. But I knew the chilling truth: he was marrying Brittany Hayes, a stunningly incompetent intern, with a lavish Tribeca penthouse and a 10-carat Tiffany diamond bought with "our" company’s funds. I overheard him telling his fraternity brothers he’d “smooth it over” with me later, mocking me as his “free COO” and “total simp” behind my back. The man I had loved and bled for, the one who took every credit and let his friends humiliate me, truly saw me as nothing more than a convenient, disposable resource. His casual cruelty, after all my loyalty and hard work, hardened my heart. On my 30th birthday, wearing my own custom Vera Wang wedding gown, I walked into City Hall. My presence there was not a desperate plea for him, but a silent, deliberate declaration of my freedom. My true fiancé, a man who truly valued me and our future, was already on his way from London./0/86499/coverorgin.jpg?v=2044eec1d95c0be10836809214d941c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chance at a Broken Marriage
My wife, Sarah, was dead. The police called it an accident-a slip in the bathtub. But I knew better. The will reading shattered my world: Sarah left everything to her daughter, Emily, the life insurance, the house, every penny. I was left with nothing. Then came the final blow. Her last request was to be buried next to her ex-husband, Robert. A letter, stained with pink, revealed a suicide pact between them. "Some loves are meant to last forever," she wrote, a cruel blade twisting in the wound of my twenty-year marriage. The woman I had loved, the life I had built for her and her daughter, evaporated into a bitter lie. I was merely a bank, an ATM for her and her old flame. Emily, the child I raised, looked at me with chilling indifference. "Get out," she snarled. "This is my house now." I felt the floor drop out from under me. The rage, the betrayal, it all consumed me. Then, a sharp pain, blood... and darkness. I jolted awake, not dead but in my own bed, sunlight streaming through the window. It was October 12th, 2011, the fifth year of our marriage. I was back. The illusion shattered, the game reset. And this time, I knew all the rules./1/108886/coverorgin.jpg?v=63a7ef366409b70fe4491825b5e78cd4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection
!!WARNING!! This series will wreck your panties and your soul; no safe words, no apologies. Expect a possessed woman being exorcised: spiritually and physically by the priest's dick to a high school famous ball player, ramming his hard c*ck into his best friend's mother's soaked c^nt to lesbians cheating on one another for the same throbbing, cum-slicked monster cock and many more. This collection would be filled with some of the craziest affairs known to be taboos to healthy people but a normal way of life to sex starved CEO's, doctors, divorced women and others. If "please, Daddy, harder" makes you clutch your pearls... slam this shut and run. But if the idea of being taken, marked, and filled until you can't think straight has you throbbing already...flip the page, slut. You've been warned. Grab your sex toys ladies Cause author Xena is coming with the heat. kisses./0/90068/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a8bfb5b8330114de41c5ade49eb1699&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession Became My Perfect Escape
I've been married to Emit Arnold for three years. It was a shotgun wedding, forced after I woke up in his bed, drugged and confused. On that same day, the woman he truly loved died in a car crash, and I was instantly recast as the villain who had stolen her life. Now, my adopted sister, Gigi, a hauntingly perfect copy of his dead lover, lives with us. He adores her, while my own children run past me to throw their arms around her instead. He humiliates me in front of our family, suggesting I'm unstable and need to be sent away "to rest." The final blow came at the annual charity gala. He took the sapphire necklace he once gave me, the last symbol of a love I thought we had, and fastened it around Gigi's neck for the whole world to see. Watching him gently brush a stray hair from her face, a gesture once reserved only for me, I knew it was over. He wasn't just ignoring our marriage; he was publicly executing it. That night, I walked out into a raging storm. The next morning, I collapsed on a cold bathroom floor, miscarrying a child I never knew I was carrying. As I cleaned myself up, alone, I felt the last of my love die. My divorce summons was served on Gigi's birthday./1/116024/coverorgin.jpg?v=166a0bc939d5670bf7fcd1ccf7adadd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
