Romance Books for Women
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His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Comeback
I married Mark Harrington, an ordinary architect, giving up my entire past, my family, and even my name, for a love I believed was true. Then, his actress “one true north” reappeared, dramatically pregnant on a penthouse ledge, and Mark publicly claimed *her* baby as his. He didn't stop there; he ordered me to lie, to tell the world I was the unfaithful wife, and then, he demanded I abort *our* own child. I refused, but the headlines screamed I was the cheat, and his mother, a woman who despised me, locked me away in a sweltering shack until I lost everything—including the child I secretly carried. How could the man I loved, the one I sacrificed everything for, subject me to such unimaginable public humiliation, betrayal, and tragic loss? They thought I was just a discarded wife, a nameless fool easily dismissed. They were gravely mistaken. It was time for the world to meet Emily Sterling, the daughter of a powerful media empire, and she was coming for them all./0/22168/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f9568fff0d2310fa5dcbd84e968e4a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bet Made Her Mine
A love triangle between a group of friends and an outcast fearless lady, whereby one loves another while the another love another. As a result of a accidental bet made by one of the group (G4) members, Alexander was determined to make Tara fall in love with him so that he can have her then dispose her. But what happens when the fearless Tara made the mafia son Alexander, to fall in love with her instead. Unfortunately for them, few members of the group are not happy about their relationship so Alexander and Tara ends up facing trolls that tends to break their relationship./0/89436/coverorgin.jpg?v=d554fa3d1c9c11303d5e9ccaf4b0cd1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes To His Embrace
The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my head. I had one last call to save my life, and I chose her: my Issy. But the woman who answered was a stranger. When I told her they were going to kill me, that her cousin Jordan had set me up, she was impatient. "I have no time for this," she said, her voice like ice. "Jordan and I are finalizing our engagement party invitations." Engaged. To the very man who wanted me dead. I pleaded with her, reminding her of our life together, of the memory loss from the treatment her family forced on her. "I don't have amnesia," she snapped. "I remember everything that matters. You're a mechanic from Ohio. I'm an heiress. We live in different worlds." She told me she loved Jordan, that he was her equal and I was nothing. The click of the phone hanging up was louder than the gun cocking behind me. I wasn't afraid of dying anymore. The woman I loved had already killed me. Just as I closed my eyes, the warehouse doors burst open. A dozen figures in black suits disarmed my captors in seconds. A tall woman in a power suit stepped out of the light. She offered me a business proposal: a marriage contract. In exchange for my signature, she would provide protection, resources, and a complete escape. It was my only way out./0/75826/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My super sexy roommate
Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. He walked campus halls like he owned them-tattoos inked across golden skin, smirk cocked like a loaded gun, and eyes that dared anyone to look away first. Between classes and drinking parties, sex and boys, Keagan had it all. He didn't chase love-he devoured it in the dark, left it breathless, and moved on before morning. Until Jamison. Small, skinny, anti-social. With glasses too big for his face and sweaters that hung off his shoulders like afterthoughts, Jamison barely existed in Keagan's world. Quiet, forgettable... or so everyone thought. But there was something in the way Jamison looked at Keagan-like he saw straight through the leather and lust. Like he wasn't afraid. Keagan should've ignored him. Should've kept walking. But something about that awkward little ghost of a boy stopped him cold. Curiosity, maybe. Hunger, definitely. Because suddenly, Keagan wanted more than a body to ruin-he wanted to see if someone like Jamison could handle the heat. The question wasn't if Keagan would break him. The question was... would Jamison beg for it?/0/80832/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194301&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Reckoning, Her Reign
The heavy oak door of San Francisco City Hall felt cold under my fingers. I was waiting for Ethan. We were supposed to get our marriage license today. My phone buzzed. A message from Ethan: "Running late. Emergency at the hospital." Typical. Dr. Ethan Miller, the respected neurosurgeon, always had an emergency. But then, a new post from Chloe Davis, his research assistant, popped up. A photo: her, in our master suite, Ethan's arm around her. Another: a sonogram, tiny and gray, with a heart emoji. The caption read: "Future Dr. Miller coming soon! #blessed #surprise." My breath caught. Our master suite. The one I decorated. He didn't just abandon me at City Hall. He moved her into our home. My phone vibrated again. A long message from Ethan: "Ava, I can explain. It was a mistake... She's young, her research career is just starting... You've always wanted kids, right? She can go abroad... You can raise it. It'll be our baby." Rage, cold and sharp, flooded me. He wanted me to raise his mistress's child. I, Ava Chen, Investment Director at Chen Corp, from a family that built a tech and real estate empire in this city, was no fool. I dialed a number I knew by heart. Liam Walker answered on the second ring, airport noise in the background. "Ava? Everything okay?" "Marriage license," I said, my voice steady. "City Hall. Now. You in?" He'd been in love with me for eight years. "Liam," I said, "Are you in?" Another pause, shorter this time. "Give me an hour. Don't move." He hung up. My story was just beginning./0/29990/coverorgin.jpg?v=98da0674b53a75d1c385f26fd10bd64e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night, Two Babies
Five years ago, the Powell family fell into ruin. Madeline gave birth to twin boys; she left one to the child's father and took the other away. Years passed. Madeline came back as the Internet's reigning queen of public opinion. However, somebody else caught wind of her return. The man pinched her by the chin and sneered coldly, "Since you're dying to shoot something, how about we film something together?" Madeline's eyes widened and her throat went dry. The following day, she saw a little boy who looked exactly like her son inside the man's house. Madeline couldn't help but throw her arms around the boy. She even kissed the boy's plump cheek. Surprisingly, the boy was not happy. He put on a solemn expression and scolded her, "Behave yourself!" Madeline was peeved. How could that man have made her boy as unlovable as he was？/1/111963/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0254bd5fd65afce8ea37123741c3174&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Roommate Is My Baby Daddy
It's the holiday season, and single mom Jade urgently needs a roommate.... She posts an ad and thinks she's found the perfect match... until J. Morrison shows up.... Jace Morrison, her best friend's older brother, her one-night-stand from last Year's January... and the father of her 10-month-old daughter. As Jace settles in, blissfully unaware that the child was his, strict rules collide with Jade's determination to keep Harper a secret, But, truth always has a way of slipping out as what was supposed to be a temporary holiday arrangement, now quickly turns into a tangled web of sparks, Secrets, Jealousy, and heartache that neither of them can ignore./0/79737/coverorgin.jpg?v=99d17e43181ac55ea16d60112d93fa9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fiance to Fury: The Gala Betrayal
My Napa estate glowed under the California sun. The Aura Foundation gala was meant to be my legacy, a chance to pour my tech success into something truly meaningful. My fiancé, Brandon Maxwell, was the charming, supportive partner by my side, or so I thought. Then the encrypted email arrived, a grainy photo of Brandon with another woman, Cassandra Rourke, a notorious PR shark. The caption chilled me to the bone: "He's not who you think." My heart hammered, a cold dread spreading through me like poison. This couldn't be real; Brandon loved me, didn't he? But then I remembered the hushed calls, the gifts bought with my cards, the subtle isolation from friends. I overheard him at a pre-gala dinner, his voice low and conspiratorial, calling me "clueless" and this gala "a goldmine." He laughed about how I trusted him completely, how he'd urged me to hire Cassandra's firm. Devastation hit me like a physical blow. My world shattered when I later found their vile texts and photos on his iPad, mocking my naivete. "Evie's so naive, thinks this gala is about charity. It's about us, baby." Even as I bled from a shattered decanter, he worried about the cost, not my injury. He gaslighted me, telling me he loved me, yet defended his mistress publicly when she attacked me. He watched me walk away, believing I was broken, that he had won. I was branded the unstable, jealous woman, while he and his mistress paraded their "love." Whispers followed me, painting me as a "psycho" ruining her own event. I felt a profound shift, the naivete burning away, replaced by a cold fire. I was no longer the victim, but the architect of my own ending. The gala would indeed be unforgettable, but not in the way they imagined./0/81145/coverorgin.jpg?v=842564f0eca43c0757fe91842c5c7b3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Afterthought Boyfriend
The pen hovered, ready to sign the lease for our new apartment, signaling a huge step forward after seven years with Chloe. This was supposed to be it, our future, a real home we'd finally share. Then, her phone buzzed for the third time in minutes, betraying the familiar source of chaos: Liam. "He needs me," she whispered, already pulling away, leaving me stranded with two unsigned leases and a bewildered agent. My heart sank when I scrolled social media to find Liam's smug selfie with Chloe, her arm around him, captioned "My angel, always there." Her follow-up text wasn't "Are you okay?" but an angry accusation: "Are you trying to make me look bad? I'm dealing with something real here." The supposed "crisis" was a lie, a performance designed to put Liam first, as always. Seven years of always being second, of cancelled plans and hollow apologies, now burned with the bitter truth: he wasn't having a relapse, he was just having my Chloe. Every single time, her excuses and empty promises had left me feeling like an afterthought, my feelings dismissed. How could I have been so foolishly hopeful, clinging to the belief that her fleeting affection was genuine love, not just a desperate cling to a safety net? Then, my boss offered an escape: a lead designer position in San Francisco, a chance for a fresh start. I was done with the lies, the neglect, the constant battle for a love that wasn't truly mine. Looking Chloe in the eye, despite my fever, I declared, "We're over. Your apologies are always too late." This time, I was choosing myself, walking away for good./0/82553/coverorgin.jpg?v=03e668352b29ddb0e0b7e8493748a860&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Doll
I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate. Then he left me for his "true love." In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong. He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was the only woman he remembered, the only one he loved. Guilt gnawed at me, but I clung to his twisted miracle, marrying him fast. My mother warned me, her voice weak but firm: "Sarah, this isn't right." I dismissed her, blinded by supposed love. Months later, in an isolated cabin during brutal childbirth, I heard Michael' s voice, cold and ruthless. He confessed his amnesia was a lie, a scheme with my stepsister, Jessica, his true love. They planned to steal my baby and force me into degradation. My baby girl was murdered by him, yet I was forced to breastfeed Jessica' s child, a constant, sickening humiliation. My mother' s warnings echoed, a devastating realization setting in: I was just a pawn, a "milk machine." But when Jessica cruelly revealed my own child had been slowly poisoned, something in me snapped. Broken, but not defeated, Mama V – an old friend of my late mother – recognized me when Michael dumped me at a decrepit city club, fully intending to sell me into a life I couldn't bear. She offered me a choice: sing for my life, or be swallowed by despair. I chose to sing. And I chose to live./0/83961/coverorgin.jpg?v=95598cf88d367bb5ed7c3dbb6602b056&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sacred Reckoning
For years, I was Gabrielle Johns: a dedicated librarian in our sleepy Utah town, and the devout wife of Matthew Scott, a man cherished by our church. My deepest prayer was for children, and after embracing IVF and discovering I was having quadruplets, I truly believed God had answered my prayers fourfold. My brutal pregnancy was a testament to my faith, and Matthew, my "devoted" husband, orchestrated prayer circles, praising my suffering as a mother's beautiful love. Then, six months in, at a church potluck, my world shattered. Hiding in the garden, I overheard Matthew and two elders. Matthew, the man I loved, calmly explained how I was merely a "vessel," a "righteous sacrifice" carrying children for his mistress, his sister, his old friend, and his deceased fiancée's parents. He chuckled, deeming me "so trusting," "so naive," for believing these impossible pregnancies were ours. My casserole dish crashed, mirroring the implosion within me. Each kick from inside became a violation, a chilling reminder of his cold deception. I stumbled home, the truth a gaping wound, forced to play the loving wife while a cold rage hardened my core. He' d not only used my infertility, he' d caused it, poisoning me for years with "supplements" to destroy my eggs. My love incinerated, replaced by a singular, burning desire. The devout, forgiving Gabrielle died that night. The woman who remained knew one thing with absolute certainty: She wanted revenge. She would make Matthew pay, not with quick death, but with a living hell far worse./0/51735/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6aeecb27bb3c3324d176d5b7e3b3b07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Dangerous Love
Erada and Olivia are identical twin sisters who were separated at birth, one grew up as an heiress to one of the four main families in Green city while the other became the leader of the most notorious group of mercenaries, Daera, her name brings fear into everyone's heart, cold and merciless, she will kill everyone who stands in her way. When Daera decides to seek revenge, she is determined not to spare anyone, not even her identical twin sister. In her quest for revenge, she meets Draco Steele, the CEO of Glam jewelries, the most formidable billionaire in Green city and Olivia's first love, Erada's aim was to use Draco just to exact her revenge but she slowly starts too fall for this dark dangerous billionaire. What happens when the two sisters gets stuck in a messy love affair ***/0/91470/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d3cff65a9f1d3b852a7311ebe63f5ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Five-Year Deception, A Lifetime of Payback
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved. On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there. I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera. She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning. I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine. "She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad." My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family. "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you." The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control. They were about to find out just how wrong they were./0/85369/coverorgin.jpg?v=0872952bf9220b1a280dd03e133c43c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Burning Revenge
The leather seats of the Rolls-Royce were cold against my bare skin, just like the emptiness inside me after another stolen encounter with Ethan Vance. I was Scarlett Hayes, a sharp fashion designer, entangled with a tech billionaire, a genius admired by the world. But tonight, the usual rush was gone, replaced by a chilling void as I watched city lights blur past. Then, a message on Ethan' s laptop caught my eye: "Ethan, the storm scares me..." From "Willow." Willow, my sickly stepsister, a name that tasted like bitter poison. My phone buzzed. It was Ethan. "I have to step out for a bit. An emergency. Stay here." He rushed out, leaving me with a cold dread. I tracked his car to a high-end hotel, and what I saw shattered my world: Ethan, tenderly carrying Willow like she was made of glass. He was her protector, her long-lost sweetheart; the two painful parts of my life colliding. Suddenly, Willow wasn't just some delicate girl. She was Ethan's past, and now, my stepsister. Rage, betrayal, and a deep, aching hurt swirled inside me. The arranged marriage my father forced on me wasn't just an escape anymore. It was a weapon. My revenge. Two days later, homeless and broke after a vengeful shopping spree, Ethan found me. He offered me refuge. I saw the handsome, deceptive face of the man who had played me for a fool. A week later, at Willow' s welcome-home party, the ultimate humiliation struck. In a cruel game, Ethan chose Willow repeatedly-for kindness, for trust, and finally, on a sinking ship, to save. His silence when asked who he loved more was a public verdict. He chose Willow. He always would. Something inside me snapped. I lunged at Willow, my hands finding her fragile neck. Ethan pulled me off, his face a mask of cold fury, choosing her even then. "He was never yours," Willow hissed after I was detained. "This whole affair? It was my idea. He recorded everything. All for me." The betrayal was monstrous. I walked out, went to his penthouse, and systematically destroyed it. I burned everything to the ground. The "ailing" groom in the South, Liam Sterling, was not what I expected. He was healthy, charming, and looked at me as a long-lost dream, confessing he had orchestrated the arranged marriage just to meet me. Just as I found a flicker of peace, a fragile hope for a new life, Ethan came back. He interrupted my engagement party, a wild, desperate man, publicly declaring his love for me. But it was too late. I rejected him. I had a new, real life. On the eve of my wedding, in a final, mad act of possession, Ethan kidnapped me. He took me to a secluded private island. He tried to rekindle our past with lavish gifts and desperate affection. I feigned compliance, secretly planning my escape. I managed to get a message to Liam. He came for me. As we escaped, a cliff collapsed. Ethan, in a single, selfless act, threw himself in front of us. He saved us. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Ethan, lying broken at the bottom of the cliff. He lost. I won. But deep down, a question lingered: what kind of love could twist so violently?/0/50640/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa2cd5d3cc2eda4c3d2e473d4c2cf906&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sweetest Obsession
The complex love between desire and pain intertwined a captivating tale of obsession and redemption. The story unravels around the fascinating love between Samantha and Liam. They have been a perfect and ideal couple since they got married after all the heartbreaks they encountered just to fight for their love for those people who are the cause of their separation. They fix their painful history of love. After they confront the person who concealed their separation rendering between love and hate./0/90375/coverorgin.jpg?v=297159cd2293523d96ac1e1a3c00ebb1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection
Desire might be gentle but not here, it is filthy, possessive, obsessive and once you taste it you can never get enough. Steamy Sessions is NOT sweet slow burn novel with a charming prince, this collection contains quite a number of EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT including: •Intense power play. • Pet play, pain play, bondage, obedience training. •Dubsub elements. •Possessive, obsessive, morally questionable love interests. •Dark Erotic Fantasies. •Exhibitionism, degradation and praise. •Noncon/Dubcon. •Sharing, Public Submission. •Sadistic Dom, Brutal Switches and Feral Brats. •Queer Characters. •Possessive Monsters./0/47042/coverorgin.jpg?v=36c06cc7e6a33e7bd7261d1d0720d8b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Luna who said No (Luna awakening her true power)
Due to unfounded charges, Sarah's parents pass away, and Sarah joins the pack as an enslaved person. All she wanted was to grow up and leave the pack. She thus decided to reject her Alpha mate after learning that he was the son of the pack's Alpha. Everyone had adored Nathan since birth thanks to his good looks, friendliness, and zeal as the pack's future alpha. He was saddened to learn that his partner was a pack enslaved person, but he couldn't help but pay attention to Sarah. He was utterly insane up until Sarah rejected him. Sarah, who turned down her partner, learned the truth about her birth; she was a witch's daughter with exceptional mind-reading skills, and she went on to become a well-known negotiator. The Moon Goddess offered Sarah another chance two years later, but Sarah discovered that her companion was still Nathan. What else is going to occur between them? Will Sarah decide to accept Nathan after his significant personality shift or reject him once more?/0/86777/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2a86da38df7e404ec59e401f1e10cb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Friend Zone: A Brutal Awakening
"Ava, I only see you as a friend." Ethan's quiet words in the noisy bar landed like a ton of bricks, shattering my decade-long crush into a million pieces. I had just poured out years of hidden feelings, only to be met with those five simple words. It was a clear, brutal end to a love story I had directed, starred in, and watched all by myself. He finally looked at me, his expression full of a pity I didn' t want. "You' re my best friend, Ava. I don' t want to lose that." That phrase, 'best friend' , felt like a curse, a box he put me in, safe from my affections. For years, I had held onto fleeting moments, replaying them like favorite movie scenes, only to realize they were just casual gestures from a friend. My entire devotion had unknowingly sabotaged any other chance at a relationship. I was his sun, but he saw me as just another planet in a predictable orbit. The realization was liberating and devastating all at once. Driven by a desperate need to numb the ache, I found myself in a dark bar, downing tequila shots. It was there, amidst the haze, that Liam Walker, my deceased best friend Lily' s younger brother, found me. He saw through my pain, calling Ethan an idiot for not seeing my brilliance, a compliment that pierced through my drunken despair. He saw me not just as a friend, but as someone brilliant. His fierce kindness was too much, leading to a messy, desperate kiss that I instantly regretted upon waking. The guilt, tied to Lily' s memory, was a heavy weight. I believed I had crossed an irreversible line with the boy I'd practically watched grow up. My panic reached a peak when Ethan called, only for Liam to answer and coldly declare, "She was a little busy crying her eyes out after you broke her heart. You' re a bit late with the concern." He hung up, leaving me with a terrifying but thrilling jolt of electricity. Before I could process it, I sent Liam away, convinced I was just like Ethan, careless with others' hearts. But watching Ethan with his new girlfriend, Sarah, and realizing he had let my unrequited love fester out of fear, shattered my remaining illusions. Why did he never love me, even for a second? Why did he let me waste all those years? The bitter truth solidified: he was a coward, too afraid of real loss to embrace something real. And in that moment, I resolved to reclaim my life, to shed the heavy coat of unrequited love, and for the first time, choose myself./0/28426/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b7b74709846220d56bd2c5701729252&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hot Professor
Sandra Morgan, is a rich spoiled kid. She gets everything that she wishes for. There isn't a guy who can resist her charm. However, a bet that she lost to her friends made her kiss the third guy coming from the college entrance, not just a kiss but a kiss that will make him turn on and arise the desire to an instant that he will wish to make love right there. To everyone's surprise,e who thought that it would be a piece of cake for her, the man pushed her away let alone being turned on. As if it was not enough that they find out that this man was none other than a new professor of philosophy and is in charge of maintaining disciplines. What will happen next? How will Sarah survive the wrath of Professor? “ Weren't you scared doing all those dirty things? ” the officer asked, looking at her with dumbfounded eyes “ Sometimes you are too scared to be scared, ” she replied, PS: This story is not just about romance. It deals with all the issues that teenagers nowadays face like bullying, drugs, sex, homosexuality, rape, incest, etc. This story has mature content and is R18. Read only if you can take all../0/19822/coverorgin.jpg?v=56169e4331fd318a2a1b3c73ebc34806&imageMogr2/format/webp)
