Romance Books for Women
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His Rose
Abused. Tortured. Forced. Who would have known that she is worth a million dollars? Elia Dominic Morello, an experienced killer and also professionally known as someone who is in the Mafia. His dark stormy eyes have saw violence, his tanned rough hands have done violence and his perky full lips have said threats of death. He had gone through pain . . . suffering and all the possibility of making him stronger. All her ever did was for the sake of his family and his loved ones. His selfishness was to keep them safe without having to deal with the possibility of dying, with each passing day but it all changed when he found the ONE. Rose, beautiful yet prickly. She was like roses, indeed. But, she was also the woman he'd risk his entire life for . . . no matter the circumstances./0/69316/coverorgin.jpg?v=48017e98f925fe0c16bc5a11cb289a72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romantic Homicide
Sarah thought her marriage was her chance at happiness after a lifetime of hardship. She believed Jake, her husband, loved her, but dark secrets emerge, exposing that she is only a stand-in for Isabel, his brother's wife. Isabel, a woman who took over Sarah's life and stole her chance at gratitude, controls Sarah's world with manipulation and cruelty. As Sarah's pregnancy and plans to escape unravel, she discovers a way out with the surprising return of a man thought lost forever. But can she escape the cage they've built around her, or is it too late?/0/82294/coverorgin.jpg?v=81c35212b288798e5c3f3dc1ec304677&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Love, Only Ruin
My father was jailed, our family disgraced. To save my dying mother, I married Ethan Blackwood, the CEO who ruined us. Our cold wedding; Ethan instantly declared it no love match. My father died a week later. I begged for mercy, but Ethan revealed my father drove his own to suicide-now I was his prisoner, his gilded cage. For five years, I lived as a beautiful facade, a tormented shadow. Ethan's relentless abuse, and his mistress Isabelle, a venomous fixture. Pregnant, a faint hope stirred. But Isabelle faked illness, accusing me of poison. Ethan believed her. He forced an injection, and I lost our child. My world shattered. That last glimmer of light extinguished. My mother' s pact became a cruel joke. He made me swallow contraceptives, then burned the small memorial I made for our son. "He was your son too!" I screamed. "How could you?" Truly nothing left. I walked out and climbed to the Starlight Observation Deck, ready to jump. Ethan appeared, frantic, revealing our son' s actual ashes were safe. Too late. "I'm tired, Ethan. So tired," I whispered, then jumped. I survived, but my will to live was gone. Ethan finally saw the monster he' d become, his revenge's devastating price. He begged for atonement. But as snow fell, my last words: "If there's a next life, let's not meet."/0/25191/coverorgin.jpg?v=45e08b39fc47c477447ab70178f70e4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Lifelong Love
Before Edward proposed to Mary, they had only met each other for three days. Their first meeting was in the hijacked aeroplane, where Mary hit Edward before she was saved from the hijackers by him. After getting rid of the danger, Mary just found that Edward is the CEO of the most powerful corporation in the world. Being stopped in her place, she thought Edward was about to take revenge, however, to her surprise, Edward proposed to her with rose and diamond.../0/85863/coverorgin.jpg?v=35ebd10de9e494171137029aaf313c37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Deadly Deception
The memory of our eighth anniversary was burned into my mind, a perfect image of how my life fell apart. My wife, Olivia, tearfully confessed to a one-night stand, blaming her assistant, Leo. She even picked up a shard of broken wine glass and dragged it across her arm. I loved her, and consumed by my own pain and desperate to save our marriage, I chose to believe her. Two years later, Leo sat across from me in a coffee shop, smug, and ready to shatter my world. "She played you for a fool, Ethan," he said, sliding a thick manila envelope across the table. Inside were photographs: Olivia and Leo, together, smiling, happy. Three years. A timeline that meant she was with him even before she "confessed." Then came the final blow: "Our son, Ethan. He's a year old now. Looks just like me." My world tilted, every intimate moment, every shared smile, every "I love you" of the past three years twisting into a grotesque lie. When I confronted Olivia, her response was chilling, laced with a casual defiance that curdled my blood. "The Hayes family doesn't do divorce," she said, her voice dropping to a low, chilling tone. "We only get widowed." The woman I loved was a monster, seeing me as a tool, an obstacle in her elaborate scheme. Trapped, I knew I couldn't fight her family's power. There was only one person who could help me disappear so completely she would think I was dead. I dialed the number to my estranged sister, Sarah, the family ghost./0/38169/coverorgin.jpg?v=6de593629e0252b815002ded8b57ecab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Second Marrige of Deserted Concubine
She, a beautiful and innocent girl, was harshly kicked away by her ungrateful fiancé. Later, under the arrangement of the emperor, she married the Prince "Wolf" whom everyone shunned. She had meant to spend her life peacefully. But unfortunately, she was decreed to get married for the second time, and was reduced to get involved in a dispute between the nine princes in the empire. Facing her crippled, blood-coughing, poisoned fiancé, she smiled shallowly: I'm going to make you come back to life in my hands! Her fiancé, confronted with his gentle, elegant and beautiful fiancée, spat out his words coldly: If someone bullies you, I will make him living like hell! If God bullies you, I will turn this world into hell!/0/86512/coverorgin.jpg?v=169ec0cd2b2ec43d36a201a4b13ff8b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Devotion To Despair: His Regret
My mother' s dying wish was for me, Sarah Miller, to marry Ethan Hayes. But every time we tried, his housekeeper' s daughter, Jessica Stone, found a way to stop it. Then, after Jessica was involved in a car accident, Ethan manipulated me into taking the blame, promising to marry me once I was released. I served three years in prison for a crime I didn' t commit, holding onto his promise like a prayer. But when I got out, everything shattered. Ethan was marrying Jessica, and my mother was dead. At the hospital, I overheard Jessica gloat, revealing she had deliberately cut off my mother' s medical payments, leading to her death. Blinded by rage, I confronted Jessica, only to be violently pushed down a flight of stairs by Ethan himself. He cradled Jessica, treating me like trash, and coldly declared he truly wanted to marry her. Heartbroken, I ended our engagement on the spot. Later, I arrived at their wedding, carrying my mother' s urn. Jessica' s mother, in a fit of rage, snatched the urn and brutally shattered it, stomping on my mother' s ashes while security guards physically assaulted me. Ethan arrived, but instead of helping, he accused me of ruining his wedding. Then, a phone call revealed the truth: my mother had died because her medical payments were cut off. I screamed at Ethan, exposing Jessica' s evil, leaving him at his chaotic wedding. Ethan, once the man I adored, now stood exposed as a heartless stranger. His blindness and betrayal fueled a fire within me. I vowed to uncover every lie, every hidden cruelty, and make them pay for destroying my life and my mother' s memory./0/94299/coverorgin.jpg?v=59d21d9f4d60243d90f9533a835a4aa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Broken Promise, My New Beginning
I gave my brother my kidney. In return, he promised to finally bring me home. For eight years, I waited on the sidelines of his life, only to overhear him giving my "Welcome Home" party to our adopted sister. He called me a ghost he didn't know where to put, confident I'd show up and smile while she took my place. He was wrong. I didn't cry or scream; I just turned off my phone and walked away forever./0/84890/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8f8cfbbda99cea3e286caab39f98a99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Set Her Free
The long shadows of the late afternoon stretch across my perfectly curated living room, a silent testament to the lie my life has become. My husband, Liam, a rising star, values perfection-a facade we' ve painstakingly built. Our marriage is a stable, respectable union on paper, a performance, with me, a talented architect, as his willing partner. Then he died, swiftly, unexpectedly, at forty-five. Buried within his belongings, a locked box in his study, I found it: the truth. Letters, photographs-a hidden life with Chloe, his childhood sweetheart, his true love for decades. My entire marriage, my twenty years, was an elaborate charade for his reputation. The pain was a physical entity, suffocating, extinguishing my will to live. I died too, then woke up. Not in a hospital, not in an afterlife, but here, in this cold house, two years into my marriage, twenty-four again. The ghost of a twenty-year lie lived inside me, but it brought a cold, hard resolve. I would not let it happen again, not waste another two decades as a supporting character. I will live for myself this time. The key in the lock, Liam' s flat voice: "I'm home." This time, I remained seated. His brow furrowed, unused to my stillness. "Is something wrong?" "Just tired," I replied, my voice as level as his. He was a stranger now, every gesture filtered through future knowledge, every polite smile a calculation, every question a check on his investment. He funded Chloe' s art studies abroad, a fortune spent while I pinched pennies. That money, even now, was for her. The rage was cold, sharp. Then, he dropped the bombshell: "Chloe is coming back… she could stay with us for a while." My heart stilled. It was happening again. In my past life, I agreed, eager to please, starting my slow erasure. This time, I looked directly at him, seeing the feigned concern, the carefully constructed lie. "No," I said, the word a slammed door. His eyes, cold and dark, narrowed. "What did you say?" "I said no," I repeated, my voice gaining strength. "She can't stay here." A strange power surged. He was dealing with a different woman now, a woman who knew all his secrets./0/86188/coverorgin.jpg?v=f17a57edb07b7f0bf699702cf6b8b1bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fake Death, Her Real Power
The call came on a Tuesday, the day before my wedding. My fiancé, David, was dead, killed in a gang shootout. My world shattered; I was five months pregnant, and the grief choked me so completely I tried to take my own life six times. Why was this pain so absolute, so suffocating, when his mother' s eyes were dry and his twin brother, Mark, couldn' t even be bothered to come home for the funeral? Then, late one night, I heard hushed voices from the study-David' s mother and a voice that was undeniably David' s. "You can't keep this up, David," she said. My blood ran cold. "She's strong, Mom. She'll get over it," David' s voice replied, callous and cruel. He wasn' t dead. He had faked his death to be with Olivia, his brother' s wife, claiming she was too "fragile" to handle the truth of losing Mark. Every tear, every desperate attempt to die, had been for a lie. The grief burned away, replaced by an icy fury. My pain wouldn' t vanish; it would transform into fuel. I picked up my phone, scrolled to a name I never thought I' d call-Ethan Thorne, David' s biggest rival. "Mr. Thorne, this is Sarah Miller," I said, my voice shockingly steady. "Your offer… for a hundred-million-dollar dowry to marry me. Does it still stand?"/0/38494/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc4cc88d33490498012d5ef6f0e2fdc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pride of a father and a lover
"I will love you until I have everything you've got, every laugh, every tear, every moment of pure bliss" she affirmed. Lucy, a young woman whose father, a powerful businessman, hands over control of his empire to her. But as she navigates the cutthroat world of organized crime, she finds herself at odds with her stepmother, Mrs. Jazel, who will stop at nothing to maintain her hold on the family's power. Will she choose to follow in her father's footsteps or break away and forge her own path? "Pride of a Father and a Lover" is a gripping tale of family dynamics, forbidden love, and the struggle for power.The novel explores themes of family, love, and the sacrifices we make for the ones we care about/0/48552/coverorgin.jpg?v=642879dcbb4183661628e45e63293b14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Doomed Lycan's Mate
Enough!" I shook my hands violently, breathing trembled, and closed my eyes in terror as his booming voice reverberated across the room. "I have not spent two million dollars on her just for some of your fucking pedicure and stupid stuff that you can do on your own," he said. Because you are aware of the potential implications, stay in your lane. Clara's expression was hidden by shock, and she recoiled a few paces. "She is mine to use; I purchased her." With a death gaze on her face, he said, "Go to your fucking room now. In this present moment!" He gave an order./0/86837/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c7486b0f129cde7b02e49dcddcedca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife They Sacrificed
My life was perfect for ten years, filled with love from my husband, Mark, and our son, Liam, as I created beautiful jewelry. Then, a horrific car accident shattered everything, leaving Liam severely injured. Doctors said Liam needed extensive skin grafts, recommending I, his mother, sacrifice my own skin to avoid scarring. Despite my sensitivity to pain medication, I endured excruciating procedures, my body becoming a patchwork of healing wounds, all for my son. I overheard Liam and Mark: the "skin grafts" were a lie. My pain, my sacrifice, was for my twin sister, Scarlett, to fix a botched cosmetic surgery. My husband and sister had been having a decade-long affair, meticulously orchestrating a grand deceit. My perfect life was a calculated cage of betrayal, the love I felt a one-way street ending in humiliation. The scars on my body burned with a different pain now, a mark of their monstrous deceit. Rage, cold and pure, replaced my despair. I wouldn't just be heartbroken. I would burn their world to the ground./0/70939/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3063d064608d6950f06e3200685ea2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TRAPPED IN HIS GOLDEN CAGE
She was nothing but a pawn in his ruthless world. A weak, fragile girl thrown into a cold-hearted billionaire's arms. When Elena Carter's father's debt threatens to destroy her family, she is forced into an arranged marriage with the most feared businessman in the city Alexander Blackwood. A man who sees emotions as a weakness, a man who doesn't believe in love. To him, she's just a means to an end. A perfect, obedient wife for show. But behind the closed doors of his extravagant mansion, she is nothing more than his prisoner. Cold words. Harsh touches. A world where love is a foreign concept. But what happens when the monster begins to fall for his prey? What happens when she dares to dream of freedom? And what happens when she learns the dark secret behind their marriage? One thing is certain when you play with the devil, you either burn... or become his obsession./1/115713/coverorgin.jpg?v=649fe65e68f89058bd955906409792b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ripped Veil - A Mafia Romance
One year ago, I did something unspeakable. Then I ran from the crime in a bloodstained wedding dress- Right into the arms of a man I was never supposed to meet. One thing leads to another, and before I know it... I'm his. I thought that would be the end of it. One night of bliss. One moment of passion. But I was wrong. Because a year from the day I collided with the Bratva don, he's back. And this time around, I'll have to tell him the truth: The baby in my arms is HIS./0/83917/coverorgin.jpg?v=348f32e0c14c7d9fdbe3cb9abb9c5188&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man She Forgot To See
I gave her everything for five years – my love, my devotion, my entire life. I meticulously planned our engagement party, hoping it would finally make her see me, truly see me. Instead, at that very party, she publicly humiliated me, calling me her "charity case" and her "lapdog," then abandoned me to rush to another man's side. As her car disappeared, a cold, synthetic voice in my mind announced "Objective Failure," initiating a memory wipe sequence. I was forced to watch a live feed of her tenderly caring for him, realizing she' d never once shown me such warmth, before five years of my life and every emotion tied to her dissolved into pure white noise. I woke up in a hospital, five years of memory a blank, the woman whose name was the only emergency contact treating me with utter contempt. Sent back to her ranch, I found a journal detailing her casual cruelty, her abuse, and my desperate, unrequited love for a stranger. How could I have been so blind, so pathetic, so completely devoted to someone who treated me like a disposable toy? Leaving her behind, I started a new life, finally free from the shadow of a love I no longer remembered, yet whose documented pain was undeniably mine./0/84566/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6dc7a92d21512153cc35bd135530168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Architect of Her Own Life
My hands methodically folded a sweater, placing it into an open suitcase on the bed, sharp creases betraying the inner turmoil I tried to hide. Outside, New York City glittered, oblivious, my life' s soundtrack of distant sirens and traffic hum now signaling its end. An email confirmed it: one-way ticket, New York to Rome. Then the elevator dinged. He was home, and he wasn' t alone. Liam O' Connell, my partner of eight years for whom I' d put my own promising career on hold, walked in with his protégé, Chloe Davis, draped over his arm, their laughter about a private joke stopping short at the sight of my packed bags. Chloe' s sharp eyes surveyed the scene, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips before she feigned concern, asking if I was redecorating. Liam' s charming smile faltered, replaced by annoyance, and he accused me of being dramatic, as if my leaving was just a tantrum. I had built his tech empire with my architectural eye, crafted presentations that won investors, only for him to shatter our partnership and give me a front-row seat to his betrayal. The man who once promised me everything on a Brooklyn fire escape, now stood before me, offering a new car key-a desperate, material bribe-for the wound that cut straight to my soul. He fundamentally misunderstood; he thought my love was a negotiation, a problem to be managed. "You were sleeping with your protégé, Liam," I stated, my voice steady, cutting through his classic, cowardly excuse that "it just happened." He dismissed eight years of my life, of my love, as meaningless, claiming Chloe was young, confused, and looked up to him. But I saw his profound, unshakable disrespect. I had given him everything, only to be replaced by a newer, shinier model, a cruel commodity in his world. "No, it' s not complicated," I said, ringing with clarity. "You made a choice. And now, I' m making mine." As the car sped towards the airport, I pulled out my phone and turned it off, leaving him on the sidewalk with his useless car key. This wasn' t an escape; it was a homecoming. I was flying towards a future I would build for myself, free from a man who knew the price of everything and the value of nothing./0/97544/coverorgin.jpg?v=791ddee5c8f4f3e401cf90b82f548cd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Ex-Wife Came Back-Stronger
"Listen, I'm tired of this marriage. We only got married because I needed a wife to secure my CEO position, and now that it's settled, you're not useful to me anymore." My husband, Dale, said to my face, nothing close to guilt flashing in his expression. And that was when I knew... I really was nothing to him. With tears in my eyes, I signed the divorce papers and left. Left his house. Left his family. Left his life. But not without a promise to myself. A promise that no matter what, I would come back. I would come back stronger. The nobody they see me as, will come back as somebody. Somebody they'd all need. ....... Chloe Dave thought life loved her when she got married to Dale Beldson, the hottest man on earth and her long crush. That was proven wrong, when what was supposed to be a happy marriage, turned to a depressing one, with a husband that rarely acknowledged her existence. Still, she held on to the hope that if he'd chosen to marry her, there'd be something in there. Some emotions in there. That died the moment his bestfriend, Nora framed her for laundry and attempted murder, and he chose to believe Nora over her. Even after all her pleas, he still refused to give heed to her. He saw her as a nobody. His family saw her as one. That was when Chloe vowed to come back and shock the world. Shock Dale Beldson, her ex-husband./1/114091/coverorgin.jpg?v=b533d51dad1958ceac66f2a6278732c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hot daddy's best friend
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her. "Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future. And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?/0/82295/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0e92fb4880c151fa92bec573ea56bfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
