Romance Books for Women
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Mr CEO You're Dumped
Daniel mistook Wendy for an ordinary girl who nursed him when he had a car accident. However, he didn’t know that the nurse was actually the only heiress of the biggest enterprise. Daniel married Wendy not because of love, and then divorced her because his ex-gf came back to him. Suffered enough humiliation and grievance, Wendy didn’t love Daniel anymore, and went back to inherit all the property, and that’s when Daniel regretted divorcing her and now he wants her back. Will Wendy agree to marry him again?/0/23883/coverorgin.jpg?v=be866406f0c8ea2ff1b3f9e650dc34b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mending My Broken Heart
Falling in love is like falling off a cliff, where your brain says, DON'T DO IT! YOU WILL DIE! But stupid heart says, JUST DO IT! I CAN FLY! ••••• Beautiful, yet introvert, self conscious, nerd, JIVIKA SINGHANIA is head over heels in love with Ranbir. RANBIR KHURANA, one of the most eligible bachelor and business tycoon, who is the craze among women is totally into RADHIKA SINGHANIA, Jivika's cousin. RADHIKA is well aware of Ranbir's love and Ranbir is her life but She can't love her life more than her dreams and Freedom... Things go nasty When circumstances take a turn for the worst and bring together Jivika and Ranbir. Amidst twists, lies, ambitions, passions, betrayals Jivika finds herself stuck at the receiving end of Ranbir and Radhika's hatred. Believing that she's responsible for destroying their lives, the two lovers leave no stone unturned in making Jivika's life a living hell. Will Jivika ever be able to get out of her pain and problems? What game would destiny play with the trio? Is life that simple? Ranbir, who hates Jivika, to what extent would he go for hurting her? When testing time comes, who's love would prevail and who's love would fail?/0/81139/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e215229f0f80880d285e3cd0d91ff6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Bet
Scarlett Morgan, a college student, lived paycheck to paycheck, working miserable jobs. For a year, she played the ultimate fangirl, utterly devoted to arrogant football captain, Blake Cunningham. Every demeaning errand, every public snub, she accepted with a forced smile. It was all part of a twisted, high-stakes bet against her childhood rival, Julian Vance. The Christmas Gala, the bet's deadline, had arrived. Scarlett, homemade cake in hand, prepared for the final act: a public "love" confession to Blake. But an enraged Tiffany Hayes, Blake's childhood friend, suddenly attacked. Tiffany, seeing Julian's protective move, smashed a cake onto his face. As the university clock chimed midnight, shattering the ballroom's silence, Scarlett's control snapped. A year of feigned adoration and silent suffering boiled over. The carefully constructed "simp" mask crumbled. This was now about every insult, every patronizing glance, every humiliation she had endured. How dare they treat Scarlett Anastasia Morgan, a hidden heiress, with such contempt? Fueled by simmering fury, Scarlett unleashed a shocking public retaliation. The game was over, but the real reckoning had just begun./0/90056/coverorgin.jpg?v=594dc8d853a7488cdcdfe663e102e546&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeance is a Silent Waltz
My sister was dying, and my husband, Alex, refused to let me see her. "Diamond's comfort is my priority," he said over the phone, his voice cold. "She's not comfortable with you there." Diamond. The woman who supposedly took a bullet for him. A debt he was repaying with my life. His repayment plan had already cost me my future. He stood by impassively as I was forced to sign sterilization papers, ensuring Diamond, who claimed the bullet had left her barren, would never have to see him have a child with another woman. They smeared my name in the press, painting me as an unstable addict whose "violent outburst" led to my sister's hospitalization. At the funeral they planned without me, they announced their plan to send me to a "facility" for my own good. The night before their wedding, he came home drunk. He grabbed me, his hands roaming my body in a grotesque parody of intimacy, and whispered her name. "Diamond." Something inside me finally shattered. I shoved him off me, screaming my own name. The next morning, Diamond stood on our doorstep, a triumphant smile on her face, calling me a barren, washed-up musician who couldn't even keep her own sister alive. Looking at them, the monster and his master, I felt nothing but a cold, clear resolve. I turned and walked away from the wreckage of my life. It was time to erase Erica Wade and build someone new. Someone who would burn their world to the ground./0/83955/coverorgin.jpg?v=0197f6b07bbfd37eadec514c859b80df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Apologies, Andrew
My husband, Andrew, a promising politician, asked me for a divorce for the eighth time. It was always the same drill: his 'childhood best friend,' Gabby, would throw a tantrum, threaten his mayoral campaign, and he' d oblige, promising to "fix it later." This time, the exhaustion was bone-deep, but when we sat in our lawyer' s office, something felt different. Chloe, the paralegal, grimly asked if she should schedule the reconciliation filing for next month, as usual. "There won't be a next time," I heard myself say, shocking even myself. But Andrew, ever the politician, just gave a weak, placating excuse about calming Gabby, just like always. Later, I walked into our brownstone to find Gabby and Andrew in the kitchen, laughing amidst a flour-dusted mess. My obsessively neat husband, covered in flour, asked if I could whip up Gabby's favorite coq au vin. "No," I said, a word that felt foreign on my tongue. Andrew' s face flushed; he shoved me, then dragged me by the arm and locked me in the dusty pantry, telling me I' d stay there until I learned to be "a supportive wife." Hours later, Gabby opened the door, sneered, and drenched me with a bucket of ice water. Something inside me, long dormant, snapped. I lunged, swung the empty bucket, and caught her head with a dull thud. Andrew rushed in, saw Gabby crying, grabbed a handful of my wet hair, and roared, "You crazy bitch! Apologize to her, or get the hell out of my house right now!" "Okay," I said, pulling out my phone. He looked confused. "Okay, what?" "Okay, I'll get out." I finally dialed Wesley, my old architecture mentor, the man Andrew had demanded I cut out of my life years ago. "Wesley?" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Can you... can you come get me?" He didn' t ask why. "Send me the address. I'm on my way." This time, there was no turning back./0/85363/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec055e6c0ab05df19398b3a65bc36d2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sacrificed Everything For Nothing
For eight years, I poured my soul into this prestigious firm, fueled by a secret, burning love for my boss, David Chen. I pushed my own artistic dreams aside, endured endless hours, and navigated the cutthroat corporate world, all for a crumb of his attention, a fleeting nod of approval. Then came Emily, the charming new junior architect who effortlessly captured the warmth and affection David had always withheld from me. In a brutal office confrontation, he publicly dismissed me, then I later discovered the devastating truth: a calendar notification on his phone, "Dinner with Emily's parents. Discuss ring." My world shattered. The love I' d built my life around was a mirage, and I was just an invisible cog in David' s meticulously planned future. The sting of rejection, the deep, soul-crushing humiliation of realizing I had sacrificed everything for nothing, left me reeling. He hadn' t just overlooked me for a promotion; he' d completely erased me from a future I' d foolishly dared to dream of. But then, as I clutched my signed resignation letter, the anger ignited a new path. I wasn't just walking away; I was running towards a future uniquely my own, a destiny far removed from David Chen and the hollow ambitions of corporate life./0/87866/coverorgin.jpg?v=11a48b3f2514ab19d60a1d0c2d3d34e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Are Mine, Little Sister
I always wanted a big brother. Someone to love and protect me. So, when he did come home that day with daddy, I was the happiest. But little did I know my new brother was a monster. A psychopath any sane human should avoid. I needed saving from him. But what do I do when the one person that was supposed to save me from my brother was actually him? ****** Her whole life, Rali has always craved to be loved by the right man. To give her virginity to someone deserving who would cherish her forever. But what happens when she gets stuck with the 'wrong' man? And worst of it, her big brother? How does she run from a man who controls the world? And what does she do when secrets from her past come out to hunt her? PLEASE NOTE: This book is an extremely DARK romance with explicit scenes. The male character is the kind of villain you want to avoid. He does things that might be unacceptable. Please take note before you dive into this extraordinary journey./0/84581/coverorgin.jpg?v=89aaa099446b282757676921c8879833&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heart's Sorrow Unboxed
The world slammed back into me in a dizzying rush. One moment, oblivion. The next, I was back in a familiar bed, the sun warm, the scent of roses faint. My heart seized at the June 12th calendar-the day it all began to unravel in my first life, the day before Richard announced he was funneling our savings into his first love' s art gallery. Then he walked in, handsome and dismissive, still my husband, yet a stranger. The sight of him brought nothing but a hollow echo. I stood by the fireplace, a silent observer as Vivian Hayes, ethereal and artfully fragile, entered the room, captivating Richard with a tenderness he' d never shown me. Later, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place: a beautifully wrapped gift, a silver hairpin "Heart' s Sorrow," a sketch Vivian had made, fumbled into my hands by a clearly distracted Richard. My husband had handed me a gift meant for his artistic mistress, the one he had always loved more. The bitter taste of betrayal choked me. This time, I closed the box and pushed it back across the table. "I think you' ve made a mistake," I said, my voice clear as a bell, shattering the forced cheer of the family dinner. The silence was deafening, Margaret' s smile frozen, Richard' s jaw tight, Vivian' s face a mask of shock. I placed my napkin on the table, the desire for divorce no longer a desperate plea, but a cold, final business decision. "If you'll excuse me," I said, walking away from the stunned table, leaving behind the wreckage of a life I was no longer willing to live. I was alive, I was back, and this time, I was going to rewrite my own story./0/33739/coverorgin.jpg?v=9648ca7a8023f159a6ba32d5218f1ab4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hunger Unleashed
Bradley Jackson vs. Jean Broody Dr. Jean Broody is a hot-headed, happy-go-lucky type of person whose world is filled with sex and merriment. He believes that people should not allow society to dictate how they must live their lives because life is too short. With a successful career, the love of his family, money, and an endless supply of willing ladies at his beck and call, he thinks he has it all. Till Bradley sweeps into his life like a storm and brings with him an unexpected awakening that brings Jean to his knees. Lt. Bradley Jackson is an honest-to-goodness bad-ass and intense person who doesn’t care much for fun. A survivor of a dark and rough childhood, he is a strong advocate of discipline. When he’s forced to live with Jean, the most laid-back person he’s ever met, he’s pushed to explore his deepest desires. He recognizes something in Jean that calls to him. Something that he needs…something he can't resist. When these two completely different personalities find themselves together, things take a dangerous, intense and exciting turn that shocks both of them. How will Jean cope when he finds himself in uncharted territory that threatens to change who he is? Can Bradley survive the desperate, soul-deep desire within, in the face of the hovering danger that could destroy both of them?/0/20442/coverorgin.jpg?v=5382b39011d107933d91c9c398ab191b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Girl Who Wouldn't Break
For three years, I existed as a quiet shadow in Ethan Hayes' s glittering New York world, always present, always available, my life a series of unspoken duties. Each one was a sacred notch on a silent, relentless tally, a life-debt I, Willow Miller, was bound to repay stemming from a long-forgotten act of kindness. But on a brutal winter night, amidst a biting New York blizzard, Ethan' s words cut deeper than the wind: "Scarlett' s back. Not some… substitute." He didn't just dismiss me; he dragged me into his penthouse, then publicly offered me to his business partner, Liam Donovan, with the chilling disdain one reserves for an unwanted stray, before ordering me to "get lost and never bother him again." I stood freezing, enduring every cruel word, every public humiliation, every demand – from wading into an icy river for a worthless charm to being paraded as a scapegoat at a society gallery. Why, you ask, would anyone endure such degradation, such ceaseless torment, for a man who clearly saw me as nothing more than an implement, a disposable stand-in? It wasn't love or devotion, but a binding promise rooted in my secluded Meadowbrook community' s oldest laws: a life-debt, the "Hundred Favors," owed for a simple sandwich given to a starving traveler years ago. Completing this impossible count was my only path home, the sole way to break free from this gilded cage and reclaim my true self. Now, with 97 favors behind me, just three stood between me and my freedom, forcing me to wonder if his next cruel demand would finally shatter me, or if I would endure and return to the home I so desperately yearned for./0/85207/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eb0cb0da1ce7a552d349baf71e44af2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Queen's Vengeance
The grand hall of the royal palace was suffocating, every eye fixed on me as I stood before the throne, about to choose my betrothed. This supposed day of destiny was, for me, the day my life had already brutally ended before. I remembered the cold bite of the executioner's axe, the jeering crowd, and Prince Adrian, the man I loved, standing with his new lover, Lady Seraphina, watching me die. He had accused me of treason-all to clear his path to her. My last breath was choked with betrayal, then darkness, until I woke up screaming in my own bed, alive again. I was back, at the very ceremony that had sealed my doom. King Theron boomed, calling for my choice between General Kaelen and Prince Adrian. Adrian, handsome and charming, hissed a low warning, meant only for me: "Don't even think about it, Elara. You know who I want." He then arrogantly announced to the King that his heart belonged to Lady Seraphina, publicly humiliating me. The old me would have crumbled, but not anymore. Fueling my resolve with the memory of the axe, I walked past a stunned Adrian, ignoring his fury, and stopped before General Kaelen. My voice clear and steady for the entire hall to hear, I declared: "I choose General Kaelen." The silence was deafening, the murmurs of scandal already rising. Adrian, enraged by my defiance, later cornered me, his eyes blazing. "You're trying to make me jealous," he sneered, then leaned in, whispering, "When you get tired of his boring silence, you can come to me. I'll keep you as a mistress. It might be... amusing." The arrogance, the sheer disregard for my dignity, fueled a cold, hard anger within me. "You are mistaken, Adrian," I replied, my voice like ice. "I belong to no one but myself. And my future belongs to General Kaelen." He failed to grasp that I was not the girl he knew, leaving him sputtering in indignation. Days later, his scheme with Seraphina to extort my dowry by faking an injury led to Adrian striking me, then shoving my loyal maid, Lyra, who hit her head and lay still. Seeing Lyra, my innocent, loyal maid, injured because of them, something inside me snapped. The last vestiges of my old self burned away, leaving only a cold, pure, diamond-hard rage. They had gone too far. They had hurt my people. And for that, they would pay. I made a silent vow, looking at Lyra' s still form: I will not just survive. I will not just win. I will destroy you. Just then, a calm, cold voice broke through the tension, "You will not touch her." General Kaelen stood in the doorway, dust-worn armor telling of his rapid return, his hand on his greatsword. He was back./0/20755/coverorgin.jpg?v=fdc30d50f886be51995a8068811746ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear You
I love you so much till my eyes and heart don't want to open up to my circumstances. The state where you are the only one and I am one of you. I don’t care even if your common sense tells me to leave you. I still endure, with my character that has less trust in you. Whether my suspicion in excessive or you who really don’t put me first, you choose to leave, keep your heart away from me, throw away your feelings that you used to convey to me, then you act like we were never there before./1/100225/coverorgin.jpg?v=6997cd35e3102d8e66f63a4a8a4b03f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Revenge: A Game With The Billionaire Brothers
After the accidental murder of the first wife, the Clyde's family hired another, to continue Ryker's mission for an heir. Samantha Houston, chosen to be Ryker's bride, had a fling with a strange man on her wedding Eve. But on her wedding day, he showed up as Ryker's brother, Ryan, the youngest son of the Clyde's family. Samantha, now entangled in the chains of the two brothers, will do everything to keep her dangerous secret affair forever,else risks losing her life like her counterpart. Will she succeed?/0/81609/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195635&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Grave Mistake
My beloved Mike was dying. So when a mysterious "Program" offered a cure, I agreed to their impossible demand: marry arrogant billionaire Ethan Vanderbilt in a highly publicized ceremony. The clock was ticking. I endured public humiliations, the callous indifference of my forced fiancé, and the cruel games of his venomous ex-girlfriend, Chloe Astor. After she framed me for theft, Ethan furiously canceled the wedding. Desperate, I humiliated myself, begging, even kneeling to lick Chloe' s shoes, all to keep Mike's lifeline intact. Ethan, provoked by a new slight from Chloe, reignited the wedding plans into a grotesque spectacle of revenge. The ceremony finally happened, but just as the vows were complete, Ethan abandoned me at the altar, rushing to his "distressed" ex. As I lay there, broken, a message confirmed Mike was stable, my contract fulfilled. My public "suicide" was my ultimate escape, a final act in his world. But death wasn't the end. Haunted by my fall, Ethan discovered the horrifying truth: I wasn't just his fiancée, I was an operative in a fabricated reality, and his entire world was a staged "narrative." Now, consumed by a desperate, possessive love he never knew he had, he' s accepted a suicidal "new task" from "The System" to cross dimensions and reclaim me. He thinks I'm his. But I'm building a new life with Mike, the man I loved enough to fake my death in another reality. And he's about to find out how truly impossible that reunion will be./0/89118/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a1aa7c26d46cdf7786ecf971dbbdd5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collateral Love, Cruel Betrayal
I was a foster kid with a talent for art. My benefactor, Declan, gave me everything: an education, a home, and a future. I loved him, and I agreed to be his wife. Then his adopted sister, Faye, decided she wanted my brother. When my brother rejected her, Declan had his hands broken, destroying his future as a musician. Faye framed me for kidnapping her, and Declan believed every word. He had me thrown into an abandoned mine pit filled with snakes as punishment. Then, to teach me a "permanent lesson," he had his men drag me to a clinic. They took one of my kidneys. The man who promised to protect me, who I thought was my savior, carved a piece of me out for a crime I didn't commit. The love I felt for him died on that operating table. When I woke up, he sat by my bed and told me our wedding was still on. He thought he had broken me. He was wrong. He doesn't know I have a plan. He doesn't know I'm leaving. And he'll never see me again./0/33270/coverorgin.jpg?v=bccad65de15b7adeb12f2e511f960a84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DANGEROUS ADDICTION
DANGEROUS ADDICTION: Sex, Love and Scandal “Everything I hate...Yet Crave.” A collection of over thirty five steamy, twisted, highly erotic short stories and filled with dark sexual fantasies and desires. DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships./0/34678/coverorgin.jpg?v=09b023c9d07754f64645b01e75496733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Love Gets The Best Of Me
Rose and Burke: A marriage that started off as a deal and evolved into a story! With Rose's family on the verge of bankruptcy, Burke's offer seemed like a godsend - - marry him, and he would cover the debts of her family. For Burke, she was the last connection to the truth. But read on as she became something much more and love got the best of him./0/19973/coverorgin.jpg?v=746626faa48a938fae501c775739e1e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
