Romance Books for Women
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Still Loving You ( Kobe & Camilla)
Kobe couldn't believe that in an instant, he would suddenly get married. He is currently enjoying freedom because he has just graduated from the course he took. And he has no intention of forcing himself into the job his father gives him. He will marry an unknown woman, whom he has never met. He also can't remember the bride who became his wife. Anger filled his heart and mind for the woman especially when he knew her lies. To get revenge, he will hurt her very much./0/28455/coverorgin.jpg?v=66c0237b18dfa8d12ce87d24a3ab0c86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant For The Royal Prince
HE is a god, a god of hate, he is powerful, he is domineering, he is demanding, he never falls in love, never believes in love, he has black emotions. He is the Royal Prince Raghav. But what happens when he finally returns from the States, to his Kingdom after being away for eight years? A mere palace maid, a pauper melted him. Unknowingly, she took in for him. Taking in for the Prince was a curse to her, it brought her pains, tears and regrets as she was forced to keep it a secret from the Prince. His mother, the Queen swore that it would ever remain a secret, and she was the master minder of everything, seconded by Vidya; the Prince's betrothed. Now, would it ever remain like that?? Would Raghav get to know of his baby?? Is there anything under the sun that would ever remain hidden?? Ride with me for this intriguing story of the mere palace maid and the Prince./0/86207/coverorgin.jpg?v=66495d9932634859d2181344ed869387&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lies We Marry For
The white lace of my wedding dress felt heavy on my shoulders. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Then Mark' s voice, a mere whisper, shattered everything. "I can't do this, Chloe." He stood there, perfectly tailored, his eyes avoiding mine. "I'm sorry," he finally managed, "I love Ashley. We're already married." The world tilted. My bouquet fell, scattering petals on the cold stone. A mechanical voice, only I could hear, boomed in my head: `[System Alert: Primary Life Mission 'Marry Mark Johnson' has failed.]` `[System Failure initiating... Host life functions will terminate in 60 seconds.]` I collapsed, a crushing pain in my chest. Mark just stared, frozen in cowardice. Ashley, my stepsister, rushed in. Not to help me, but to pull Mark away. "Mark, let's go! She'll be fine," she snapped, a look of pure triumph on her face. They left me to die on the church floor. `[30 seconds remaining.]` My world was almost dark. Suddenly, a stranger burst in, desperate to help. He threw himself over me as a chandelier crashed down. He saved me, but lost his legs. Three years later, I was married to him, Ethan Miller. Out of gratitude, I gave him my life. Tonight, our anniversary, I overheard him talking to his friend. "Tell her what? That I'm the best actor in the world?" Ethan laughed, his voice cold. "What happens when she finds out your legs are perfectly fine?" Ashley had put him up to it. My life, my sacrifice, was all orchestrated. My salvation was a lie. My marriage, a cage. The pain was worse than any system countdown. I looked at the man I married, the hero I thought he was. A stranger. A liar. A conspirator with my sister. This had to end. I would burn it all to the ground./0/80367/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c5af8273d69e10dec1e294b1e5c375e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Engagement Party Nightmare
My engagement party at the Plaza Hotel was supposed to be my fairy tale. I was Emily White, soon to be Mrs. Jack Anderson, Wall Street’s golden boy, feeling like a princess in my dream gown. Then, the giant screen, meant for our loving slideshow, flickered. A grainy video played: me, years ago, utterly wasted at a frat party, completely out of control. A collective gasp ripped through the ballroom. Jack’s face turned from white to furious red. He snatched the mic, bellowing, "This engagement is OFF!" He ripped the diamond ring from my finger, brutally shoving it onto my maid of honor, Sophia’s, hand. "Sophia, at least you have some class." Laughter rippled through the guests as my parents sobbed. My world shattered along with the champagne flute in my numb fingers. Just as I stood frozen in humiliation, the main doors burst open. Marcus "King" Corleone, the city's whispered-about power, Sophia's "guardian," emerged from the shadows. Silence fell. He stopped the video, took a mic, and his voice, soft yet chilling, commanded everyone to leave. Only my parents, Jack, Sophia, and I remained. Then, he approached me. “I’ll offer you a contract, Emily. A marriage. To me.” Marry a rumored monster? He gestured to Sophia, who was preening with my ring. My career, my future, my reputation—all gone. Despair washed over me. What choice did I have? I whispered, "Yes."/0/86856/coverorgin.jpg?v=c26dd155170dfbde0a0e8060f318726a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Scars of Her Lies
My passport was in my hand, my bag zipped, when my girlfriend, Sophia, walked in, fresh from a trip with another man. "What are you doing, Ethan?" she asked, her voice airy as she flaunted a high-end jewelry bag. She still thought I was just throwing a tantrum. But when I told her I was leaving her, the playful mask slipped, revealing the cold, calculating woman beneath. Then she laughed, sharp and condescending, suggesting an insincere wedding to make my "sick sister" feel important. My blood turned to ice. She didn't know. How could she? Lily was already dead. The memory of her last breath, just after Sophia's engagement party with Mark Peterson, burned in my chest. Her organ rejection, the doctors said, was triggered by emotional shock from seeing Sophia with another man. When I begged Sophia for the money I'd saved with her for Lily's treatment, she coldly refused, hanging up on me, even having her bodyguards throw me out of their mansion. Lily died on New Year's Eve, holding my hand as fireworks lit the sky. And now, Sophia offered a wedding, a shallow gesture, an insult to Lily's grave. My art, my life's passion, she called "nothing" as she destroyed my supplies, sending a wooden box crashing into my forehead, leaving me bleeding. "I need the money back," I told her, referring to the fortune I had entrusted to her over seven years, money she had instead spent on Mark and their extravagant future. She laughed, calling it "pocket change." What words could capture the horror, the utter betrayal, of realizing the woman you loved had systematically stripped you of everything-even the memory of your dead sister? What deeper depths of cruelty could she sink to? Later, as I fled, she drained my bank accounts, every last cent of my life' s savings. But a new life called to me-the prestigious international art gallery' s offer-a chance that felt like a flicker of hope after so much despair. Now, finally free, I was ready to live for myself./0/83936/coverorgin.jpg?v=1628f28428ff8da9e3e02767991acfe6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Queen of Comebacks
My mother, the CEO of a media empire, gave me a choice between two men for a strategic marriage: my charming Yale tutor or my stoic head of security. But I'd already lived this life, and I knew the truth: my tutor, Professor Blakely, was conspiring with the "sweet" intern, Sabrina, while my trusted security chief, Andrew Scott, was blindly devoted to her. In my past life, they plotted against me, framed me for incompetence, and even delivered a laxative-laced energy drink to publicly humiliate me during a major charity gala. Their betrayal extended to a staged kidnapping, a fabricated "dead" security guard, and a corporate scheme designed to destroy my family's empire, turning my supposed allies into my worst enemies. Why did they hate me so much, and why would the men I once thought I loved sacrifice everything to elevate a conniving intern? This time, reborn to the exact moment of choice, I knew I wouldn't fall for their traps; instead, I'd marry the family's shadowy, emotionless "fixer," Wesley Hughes, turning him into my ultimate weapon./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./0/85234/coverorgin.jpg?v=91d274b314851cae03bf9fc775364aaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Husband's Vengeance
My perfect life, a meticulously crafted facade, shattered the moment I walked into my lawyer' s office, signing a new will to kill the man everyone thought I was. That night, at my pre-wedding dinner, I saw it: my fiancée, Olivia, laughing with my half-brother, Liam, his hand possessively on her back, their betrayal so blatant it stole my breath. The pain intensified as Olivia, with a perfectly fake smile, kissed my cheek, reeking of Liam' s cologne, then dismissed the custom-made key to our dream home as "just a key," leaving me standing alone with my rejected love. As I saw them kiss the next morning, followed by a voice recording of Olivia' s cruel laughter describing me as "poor, sad Ethan" and her "ticket" to Liam and wealth, a terrifying clarity pierced through me. They thought I was weak, a fool to be manipulated, but the man they knew died that day; I would rise from the ashes, a new man ready to enact a revenge they would never see coming./0/37540/coverorgin.jpg?v=350530ae098b85e09390c72b439129e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I am not the Villain
With a luxurious life, a perfect fiancé and surrounded by people, Beatrix is a 17-year-old teenager who lives a perfect life in the eyes of society, but what almost no one knows is that she is an unhappy girl. Their relationship made her realize how important she was, but her opinion changes again with the arrival of the student, and taken by the anger of the moment, Beatrix is driven to do absurd things until finally realizing that the real protagonist of the story is her./0/57007/coverorgin.jpg?v=d78d6439c10965f9472dc99536bcf311&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bad Boy's Cravings
Vincent Moore! Knees falls, and Jaws drops hearing his name. He is one of the youngest billionaire in the whole of Washington DC, in which he owns a sugar company. Partying, fucking and smoking was his middle name, but when it comes to business, he is always serious about it. Vincent has no plans for the future, neither does he have plans falling in love. His aunt has set him up on many dates, but after a one night stand with his dates, he blocks their number and pretends they don’t exist. He believes that women can easily be bought with money, and that’s why he chose living his baddie lifestyle and not caring about love and its fantasy. But his way of thinking slowly changed when he falls in love with Dove at first sight. Vincent vows that he was going to have her to himself, only for him to find out that Dove has a boyfriend and they plan on getting married soon. But despite knowing Dove has a boyfriend, Vincent is still determined to make her his. Will he ever succeed in winning the heart of a girl who doesn’t care about his existence and only focus on her long-time boyfriend whom she loves so much??/0/25211/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e366112ea4fd46f0baf987efc34b73f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO Daddy is So Hot
"Since Shirley Smith took the baby to marry Johnson Roberts, a lot of people don't believe in their marriage. A woman who had married and given birth to a baby marries the well-known Johnson. Who is Johnson? He is the President of the Roberts Group, who is the most powerful entrepreneur in his country! Everyone thinks this marriage must be a trick and Johnson will never treat Shirley well. One day, she wronged said, “everyone doesn’t believe in our marriage because I am a woman who had a child. How can you choose to marry me?” Johnson looked at her fondly and said, “because I am the child’s father”."/1/115408/coverorgin.jpg?v=baf5a8a1c5f97481110fa9515fc69aed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Devil in a Suit - A Mafia Romance
I'll keep her safe from everything... except myself. I'm a billionaire mob boss with a thirst for power. She's a broken girl fleeing from a past she can't escape. We were never meant to be. But fate wouldn't take no for an answer. A one-night-stand lit the fire. An unexpected baby turned it into an inferno. Now, we're both trapped by the flames. Trapped in this dance. Trapped in the darkness. She says she's not afraid of me. But the more she learns, The more she realizes... She should be./0/81341/coverorgin.jpg?v=83232c83bef4f8fca0642d098992eeb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 99 Stones of Betrayal
Ethan Carter, a successful architect, and his powerful tech CEO wife, Victoria Sterling, enjoyed a seemingly perfect life. Five years into their marriage, their sleek Upper East Side apartment epitomized their shared success. However, this polished facade shattered when Vic became infatuated with Jax Ryder, a raw musician. Her obsession quickly spiraled into a blatant, public affair, cracking their perfect world. What followed was a horrifying campaign of torment. Vic publicly humiliated Ethan, pushed him down stairs, and even attempted to poison him. She brought her lover into their home as Ethan' s "caregiver," then shamelessly traded Ethan' s life to a vengeful business rival to save Jax. The ultimate betrayal: she drugged Ethan and surgically removed his kidney, without consent, to save Jax' s grandmother. Ethan endured unimaginable humiliation, despair, and a profound sense of injustice, silently tracking each betrayal by casting away one of ninety-nine cherished stones. He watched, heartbroken, as his wife became a cruel stranger, wondering if she understood the destruction she wrought, or if she simply didn' t care. But when he discovered Vic had secretly filed for divorce to appease Jax, Ethan finally broke. Empowered by the empty stone jar and the bitter truth, he took control, finalized their divorce himself, and vanished, poised to reclaim his life from the ashes of her cruelty./0/94319/coverorgin.jpg?v=7322fcbc7a07377156dba9cb624fdef8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed
The fourth time I lost our baby, my husband threw me out of his Bentley on a deserted road. My crime? The heel of my shoe had scuffed the pristine leather interior. I woke up in a hospital bed, bleeding and alone, only to see him through the glass door, holding his high school sweetheart in his arms. Moments later, his mother posted their picture online with the caption: "Finally back where they belong. A true love story." Their friends commented, calling me a "social-climbing nobody" he was finally getting rid of. They thought they had broken me, that I would come crawling back like I always did. But they forgot about the betrayal clause in our prenup, the one that would give me control of my family's entire fortune. And it expired in one week./0/37865/coverorgin.jpg?v=0709970bfecd1f5fe412002907769292&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Stepsister's Scorn, Lover's Lie
At the elite Auer Conservatory gala, I, Ava Davies, a scholarship violinist, finally felt I belonged, especially with my powerful trustee boyfriend, Ethan Montgomery, effortlessly by my side. But then, the grand screen, meant for donor names, flickered to life, displaying a deeply intimate video of me—a bedroom scene—for all of New York's elite to see, hijacking my deepest humiliation for public consumption. As gasps turned to cruel whispers and mocking laughter, and my world crumbled, Ethan, my supposed anchor, vanished, only for me to find him moments later, gloating with my stepsister, Seraphina, admitting our entire relationship was an "amusing diversion" to orchestrate my ruin. Betrayed by the man I loved, herded like an animal, I was then dragged into a dark alley by his friends, enduring unimaginable torture: chili oil burned my throat, flashes captured my terror, and a searing hot iron branded my shoulder, all for the public's entertainment, sanctioned by Ethan who later, chillingly, instructed kidnappers to "dispose of me." Why had he, the man who once championed me, orchestrated such monstrous cruelty, leaving me broken and branded, desiring my very eradication—what dark secret propelled this twisted vengeance, and could I ever escape his terrifying obsession? This raw, agonizing betrayal transformed me: I would not just survive, I would disappear from his world, on my own terms, turning my back on the ruin he created to forge a future where I, Ava, would finally be free./0/47923/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Under His Rule
The Son is the key to get the inheritance that is only for him, Frianka Hera Wurzel is the heir of the Wurzel Sun Family, but why does her father have to torture her, when she is his only child. True love never exists! so there is no problem if you just give birth to a man without involving love. Duh..! That love is not true! All she needs is baby boy sperm! She chose Hage Juke Armani, the Most wanted syndicate beast of the Philippines. It's amazing, but this is what his eyes chose! The sex sureball that can give a baby boy and of course good quality sperm as well. The male monster who takes advantage and dies only of a virgin woman. Exact! She's a virgin and she can easily attract him and get him to agree! but..will she succeed in attracting him here? If only the first time they met in jail, she wanted to take his life./0/38514/coverorgin.jpg?v=b55c88ee273c7fb4ce8f59c3d0d569fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Am A Master Maid
Fara Fabulosa, a rich child and the only child of her parents. Fara feels that something is still missing from her. Yes, he is surrounded by a lot of fancy equipment, jewelry and money. But no man loved her faithfully. Because in her mind, the men who were courting her were only after money. Until her parents force her to marry a man she has never met. But before that happened, Fara made a way. He ran away from their house with the few clothes and money he had saved. Fara came in as an assistant. But he didn't expect that his future boss would be strict and grumpy. He was Reyman Fernandez, the man who couldn't even take his eyes off her. How will he deal with his new world? Can Fara handle Reyman's attitude? Or maybe she will just give up and marry a man she doesn't even know. Check out this exciting chapter in the life of Fara Fabulosa./0/83937/coverorgin.jpg?v=c67cb284b849e226bb1520d3054cee3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Quantum Heiress: Rewriting My Destiny
I died in a federal prison, framed for corporate espionage. My last sight was the man who put me there, Ethan Scott, laughing on a TV screen, celebrating his new life with my stepsister, Stella Chadwick. He' d stolen my inheritance, my freedom, and my future, leaving me to rot for a crime I didn' t commit. Every breath I took in that cell was laced with a hatred so profound, it almost tasted metallic. But then, I gasped, sucking in the scent of expensive leather instead of stale concrete. I was back, seated at the head of the boardroom, staring at the corporate empire that was my birthright. Ethan Scott stood there, smug and charismatic, ready to play his old game. He even brought Stella, holding her hand, demanding a "triumvirate" for a company I inherited from my father. In my past life, I fell for his lies, his emotional blackmail, his manipulative performance. I was blinded by a warped sense of love and loyalty. But not this time. This time, I felt a cold, sharp clarity. Because I remembered everything./0/84586/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b0588915ce6659b0e25f2fb2af9e1d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
