Romance Books for Women
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My Sweet Seduction
Margaux 's world collapsed when her fiancé left her alone at the altar. Lester was her first love-her first boyfriend, first kiss, and first heartbreak. When she was ready to give it her all, she was left hanging in the air. Meanwhile, all the women are ready to kneel before Lawrence if he wants them to. An antipathetic, arrogant, and womanizer called "Destroyer Casanova" At the intersection of their paths, can Lawrence be able to rebuild a woman's broken heart? Can Margaux still trust again? Will they find the true meaning of trust? Will they take risk for what they call love?/0/18568/coverorgin.jpg?v=78cd3234bd49a186a16a1152a99bcac5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Mission: Ex-wife Strikes Back
Three years ago, Terrence fell for Jean and they got engaged. Everything had been going well, until Julia, Jean's sister, got drunk and slept with Terrence one night for some unknown reason. Due to this sudden turn of events, Terrence ended up marrying Julia, and Jean decided to go to another country. However, Terrence refused to touch Julia even once since that night, and his hatred for her grew with every passing day. The day Jean returned, Terrence immediately decided to divorce Julia, and no matter how hard she pleaded, he could not be swayed. Feeling betrayed by her sister and the man she loved, Julia swore to herself that she would get revenge and make them regret what they did to her./0/86931/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c2cff578f6dbb8e1f03592a88114036&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dying for His Love, Reborn
"Ava, are you really going to propose to Liam again?" My best friend, Sarah, looked at me with worried eyes. I just smiled and adjusted my brand-new dress. This was the fourth time; it had to be a success. An hour later, I was at the Grand Hotel, clutching the custom-made engagement ring for Liam. He was making a "huge announcement," and his best friend said he wanted me there. My heart raced, certain this was it-after three years and three rejections, he was finally ready to accept me. But then, standing beside him in the spotlight, was a beautiful woman I' d never seen before. "This is Chloe Green," Liam announced, "My fiancée." My world imploded. The room erupted in applause, but to me, it was deafening silence. Hundreds of eyes turned to me-pity, mockery, amusement. I was the city' s biggest joke, watching him slip a sparkling diamond on her finger. When I tried to show him the ring I' d brought, he sneered, "You thought I' d ever want something from you? You thought I' d ever want you?" Then he threw my precious, custom-made ring into the dark, freezing river below the balcony, challenging me: "Go get it, then. If you can find that ring in the river, I' ll believe you." Despite my fragile health and my doctor' s warning, I jumped. I found it, shivering and half-drowned, and returned to him, only for him to declare, "This scar... Every time I see it, it makes me sick. I would never marry a woman like you. Get out of my sight." The scar was from the kidney I' d donated to save his life. I died alone in an empty chapel days later, a "dying wish" marriage proposal from me twisted into his cruel, public humiliation. My ghost, tethered to his hatred, watched him publicly propose to Chloe while I faded into transparency, my very existence erased by his disgust. But a private investigator and my doctor had the truth about my sacrifice-my hidden kidney donation, my last letter to him. They revealed it all, forcing him to confront the monster he had been./0/19976/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ea99ef4d937493de7ac8bd7420376e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I didn't mean to cheat on you
Can you love two men at the same time? I was in love with my boyfriend but his wondering eye just made me wonder if he was even the right one for me. Then there was a family friend that I have always wanted but he was older than me and just happened to now be my boyfriend's coach. It seems like now my life is so full of secrets and lies..../1/101949/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbee16595d0d44c8948ffdc7434fccf3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Astrophysicist And Her Secret
After five years of a cold, empty marriage to tech titan Arlo Hatfield, I tricked him into signing our divorce papers, disguised as a grant application for my astrophysics fellowship in Chile. Just as my escape was within reach, I discovered I was pregnant. At the same time, I found Arlo doting on his childhood sweetheart, Brielle, who was faking her own pregnancy to win him over. In the hospital, suffering from a real pregnancy complication, I watched as Arlo rushed to Brielle' s side, completely ignoring my pain. He was so blinded by her lies that he didn't even realize I was carrying his child, assuming I'd just had a minor stomach flu. "Corinne, darling, are you alright?" Brielle cooed, her eyes glinting with victory. "Arlo and I just got the most wonderful news. Our little one is doing so well." He never even looked back at me. I saw the truth then: I was invisible to him, and so was our child. His world was built on power and lies, and there was no place for us in it. So I fled. I took our baby and disappeared to Chile, building a new life among the stars, far from his suffocating shadow. I thought I had finally escaped. Years later, after a catastrophic earthquake, he found me. Bruised, broken, and desperate, he begged for forgiveness. "I didn't know," he pleaded. I looked at the man who had shattered my world and held our child closer. "You didn't care to know," I said, my voice as cold as the space between galaxies. "And now, you've lost everything."/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."/0/79735/coverorgin.jpg?v=01bd74eea0f4ebdd5b8777d66db18a6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Decade of Devotion, A Lifetime of Deceit
For ten years, I poured my love and life into Marcus, the charismatic man I considered my future. I supported his ambitions, navigating the complexities of his relationship with his "best friend," Liam, and even overlooking his subtle slights. But my world shattered when I awoke in a sterile hospital room, weakly clutching Marcus’s hand, only to overhear him on the phone, confessing he'd secretly manipulated me into a bone marrow donation. Not for an infection, but to save Liam. The betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain. He offered marriage like a consolation prize, an attempt to mend a rift he couldn’t comprehend. The horrifying truth unraveled: my sacrifices for Liam had stretched beyond marrow—he’d coerced me into an abortion, shamelessly abandoned me mid-proposal to comfort Liam, and even offered me up to a ‘mugger’ to save his precious friend. Each revelation was a fresh wound, painting a picture of chilling indifference and a profound, sick devotion to Liam that eclipsed everything else. How could he consistently choose someone else over me, with such breathtaking callousness? Was I merely a pawn in their self-serving game, a convenient resource to be used and discarded? My heart, battered and bruised, finally hardened into an icy resolve. Enough was enough. In a desperate, empowering act of self-preservation, I made a call. I was done being his doormat. "I'm leaving Marcus," I rasped, the words heavy yet liberating. "I want in. Marry me. Let's build something that can't be broken." This was my chance to cut ties, to reclaim my worth and finally choose myself./0/28893/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3859ae3bdba2546db2daa6394c074e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sparks Fly
**Synopsis:** Sofia Delacruz has always held one steadfast belief, instilled by her Abuela — "Sparks fly when you meet your one true soulmate." Yet, when she feels this electrifying connection with superstar playboy Ryan Barnes, she is torn between the rational and the romantic. Finally, she decides to take the plunge. However, navigating his glamorous superstar lifestyle—something she detests, becomes a challenge. Can he, in turn, adapt to a girl-next-door life like hers? As two vastly different worlds collide, a series of events unfold, revealing their lives will never be the same. And just when Sofia believes her hands are full, she feels another spark, this time with someone entirely different... **Excerpt:** She gasped, swiftly pulling her hand away as if repelled by his touch. "That's not possible," she murmured, her voice trembling, fingers clutching her chest. "What's the problem?" He didn't sound surprised, rather oddly calm. "Is it the chemistry between us?" "No," she shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with disbelief. "There can’t be any chemistry between us. There’s something wrong." He exhaled deeply, taking measured steps towards her. "To me, the only thing wrong here is you refusing to accept the obvious." "Which is?" She already knew what he'd say next but prayed silently that he'd say something else. "Fate," he calmly replied, still walking towards her. "Fate has brought us together. We're meant to be." "Fate? Do you even have the slightest idea what that means?" She held up her hands, gesturing for him to stop. "Everything," she said, frustration and confusion evident in her eyes, "Every single thing I've ever known or believed in romance depended on this, and you're telling me it was all a lie?" "I'm not telling you; I'm showing you," he replied, his tone unwavering, coming closer. She raised her arms again, signaling him to halt. "Look, James, there can only be one spark."/0/20289/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BETROTHAL
In a quest for an heir, Mr. Obed's daughter, Folakemi Obed became betrothed to Olamide Garba. Fola had a distaste for Olamide's personality and she called him an arrogant bastard. Then, something happened and everything changed. An incident that changed their lives forever. Events unfolded and the truth was revealed. Would Fola be strong enough to oppose her father's wish? Would the truth give her a change of mind? Find out if Fola would be able to respect her father's wish or go against it./0/43911/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fa4194aff228d4c8c872b3ffb00b594&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Teen Again
A teen again tells the story of an old man who accidentally gets entangled in a teenager's body. Joe is determined to use this opportunity well but how certain can he be when he would have to play the role of a killer? Joe struggles with the unbalanced situation he was in which could bring tragedy if he fails to play along. Joe abandons his actual family and the love of his life, in order to be there aggressive billionaire./0/37810/coverorgin.jpg?v=f75c53483352f51da126d05bef77fff8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Doctor's Prankster Bride
On her first day of the internship, Dr. Simmi Oberoi, a state topper in MBBS, but a smart, rebellious prankster messed up, with her devil may care attitude. He is the dean of the Goenka hospital, Dr. Samrat Malhotra, a leading neuro surgeon hailed as one of the best in the world. This first encounter set the two of them in a confrontational relationship full bickering and challenges. But who knows what destiny has in store for them when Samrat marries Simmi forcefully. Why Samrat marries a girl he hates and how will Simmi a strong, opinionated but rebellious prankster deal with this marriage?/0/20602/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6164d77e25a902bd50a70ef47447110&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Resisting Her
What happens when a billionaire meets a crazy girl? Azra isn't just a crazy girl, she's a biker bitch. Being raised with males, she adapted to their lifestyle... On a good day, She ran into trouble with another biker clan, a group of bad guys who wanted to vent their anger on her, but in her haste to escape, she saw a flashy car parked by the side of the road. She didn't think, she dragged the driver out, got into the car, and drove away. Good thing she's also good with cars. However, her relief was short-lived, she suddenly heard a cold voice from behind her. "Who the f*ck are you?" The car screeched to a halt. Her eyes widened, she turned immediately"You!" * * Meet Kian, A billionaire flirt. He returned from the state only to discover that his father found a bride for him. A girl he's never seen nor met. He doesn't know if she's pretty or not. What happens when fate plays around with them and he couldn't resist her anymore?/0/86775/coverorgin.jpg?v=a572874f619e7fd93f71887771c406f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Perfect Husband
For seven years, I was the perfect husband, or rather, the perfect live-in help, trapped in a gilded cage after the Davies family took me in following my parents' death and arranged a marriage to their daughter, Olivia. I gave up my dreams, working a stable job and tending to their every need, becoming a well-dressed butler to a wife who treated me like a convenience and a daughter who called me Ethan. But then, one night, after celebrating a major promotion, I returned home to find the smart lock code changed. Access denied. My own daughter, Lily, saw me through the frosted glass and walked away, refusing to open the door. Olivia's phone went straight to voicemail, the house line just rang. A profound cold settled in my bones as I realized one small deviation from seven years of perfect service meant I was literally cast aside. The next morning, I drove to a diner and called a divorce lawyer. When Olivia finally called, annoyed I wasn't home for Lily's school ride, I simply said, "I'm with my lawyer. I'm filing for divorce." She laughed, bewildered, asking if one night outside was worth it. I thought of the endless chores, my abandoned art, Lily calling me Ethan, the cold silence of the house, and the shadow behind the glass. "Absolutely," I replied. Her tone shifted, sharp and authoritative. "Fine. You can divorce me. But you can't take Lily. She's a Davies. She stays here." I smiled grimly. "Don't worry," I told her, "I'll waive my parental rights. You can have full custody." I then quit the job, gave up the car, and hung up, feeling a wave of liberation I hadn't known in years. I shed the role of their dutiful servant, moving back to my dilapidated childhood home. I rebuilt it with my own hands, filmed the process, and watched in stunned silence as my online channel, "The Rebuilder," exploded, bringing me more success and peace than I'd ever known. This was my life now, simple, honest, and truly mine./0/78171/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Until You Say Stop
When broke and invisible artist Selena Valez is summoned by enigmatic billionaire Adrian Cavalli, she expects rejection, maybe humiliation-not a contract. Not a proposal that binds her to him in every way that matters. Adrian doesn't want her body. Not first. He wants obedience. Proximity. Silence. A space in his private world she cannot escape from once she enters it. He claims he remembers her. That she was his before she even knew his name. And what begins as a business arrangement soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and more intimate than either of them expected. Now, Selena must navigate a life of velvet rules, unspoken power, and a man who guards his past like a weapon. Because Adrian isn't just dangerous-he's convinced she belongs to him. And she's starting to believe him./0/80674/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd4713e4cbdeb8fd05b1f521a28e8784&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Husband's Revenge
My wife, Sarah, always craved something louder, something more, unlike my quiet integrity. She'd called me to a Boston steakhouse, claiming a critical deal for her family's company, Ross & Sons. But the meeting quickly devolved into a predatory ambush, led by the infamous corporate raider, Vic Sterling. When I pointed out the deal's fatal flaws, Mark Jenkins, Sarah's COO, called her, and her voice, impatient and dismissive, echoed through the phone: "Alex, just stop creating problems. Let the professionals handle it. Don't ruin this for us." Sterling, appearing like a predator, then openly mocked me, calling me "the anchor" and a "relic" while Davies, his accomplice, snickered. The ultimate betrayal came when Sarah herself walked in, ignoring my warnings, and with a star-struck smile, publicly announced, "Our marriage... it's run its course. I'm choosing a future with Vic. Professionally, and personally." They snickered and pushed divorce papers towards me, ready to discard me and our shared legacy like yesterday's trash. The humiliation burned, a bitter taste, as they mistook my quiet nature for weakness, and my principled stand for a lack of ambition. They boasted of their boundless power, completely unaware of the true, silent influence I possessed, built on generations of uncompromising integrity. My patience had reached its limit. With a calm hand, I signed the divorce papers, then reached for my phone, meticulously dialing a number that would shatter their carefully constructed illusion of invincibility./0/37341/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbadfe8150377681ba1521cae9427531&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Believe In Arranged Marriage
She has nothing neither her family loves her nor people like her, people always curse her for no reasons but still she always tries to be happy and make happy to others but always got failed. She never asks for anything from God because she always respects what God gives her, but the first time she asks something to God and he gives her the opposite thing instead of her wish. And her wish breaks her belief in arranged marriage. This story belongs to Aisha who always tries to be happy but is soon snatched by someone. Who? Let's find out./0/84585/coverorgin.jpg?v=73bab145b9f33b4b2d1ec169cad42eb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Quiet Sadness Remains
My husband, Ethan, an art history professor, used to call me his muse, claiming the lines of my architectural designs inspired his work. Then, his voice, once filled with adoration for me, began to brim with passion for Chloe, his new TA-a "brilliant mind" and his latest "muse" with whom he was spending "late nights in the archives." The faint, floral perfume clinging to his clothes, dismissed as paranoia, solidified when I found his laptop: not Renaissance art, but dozens of photos of Chloe, culminating in a chilling image-Chloe, wearing my silk robe, on our bed, dated just two nights ago when he was supposedly working late. A sudden, sick curiosity twisted into blinding betrayal, as the sanctuary I designed with such care became a monument to his deceit, turning my perfect partnership into a living lie. With newfound, icy clarity, I vowed to dismantle the life we' d built, brick by painful brick, and reclaim every piece of myself he had shattered./0/61276/coverorgin.jpg?v=18b35bd6bb8fe01f61d3c7de131ce3fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Showing off His Fated Love
I dreamed of my ideal guy, but when I opened my eyes, I found that he was the Christopher I usually can't stand. As I gradually opened my heart, he revealed that he was in a relationship. Furious, I went to catch him cheating, but he cornered me step by step and pushed me onto the bed. "Take a good look—do I have any kiss marks?" "Touch my face—are there any lipstick stains?" Huh? Why is this jerk only bringing up things I don't want to see?/0/84898/coverorgin.jpg?v=800129c5a5ab7931db234900d06340f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Cruel Comeback
Seven years ago, I was Jocelyn Fuller, a girl desperate for love, standing in front of Ethan Lester' s apartment, begging him not to leave. He looked down at me, his face cold, and uttered words that shattered my world: "Don't be naive, Jocelyn. We're from different worlds." He took the money my father offered and vanished, leaving me so broken I tried to end my life twice. The devastation didn't just fade; it festered, hardening me into the CEO of Fuller Properties, a name synonymous with power in New York real estate. Now, Ethan Lester stands outside my skyscraper, looking up with desperate hope, roles agonizingly reversed. I made him wait for five hours in the freezing wind, just as I had waited for him, relishing the chilling echo of my past pain. I wanted to know why he had abandoned me, why he chose money over our love, and why he looked so utterly defeated now. This time, the game was on my terms, and his payment was just beginning in a meticulously cruel revenge./0/60181/coverorgin.jpg?v=374369ac07e382998365f91f0a91d852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
