Romance Books for Women
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Wrong Number: My Sweetest Goodbye
My eight-year marriage ended over a photo of my husband, Drake, with his young associate, Kandace. He called her his #WorkWife. That same night, he accidentally scalded my arm with boiling soup. Instead of taking me to the hospital, he left me stranded on the side of the road to comfort Kandace over a headache. His cruelty brought back a buried memory: the night his negligence caused me to miscarry our child, a loss he twisted to blame entirely on me. The final blow came when I saw it-a matching tattoo on Kandace' s wrist, the same one Drake had over his heart. This wasn't just an affair; I was being replaced. He begged, cried, and even carved the tattoo from his own chest in a bloody display of desperation. He swore he loved me and couldn't live without me. So when the hospital called to say he was in a critical car accident, fighting for his life, I listened calmly. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice perfectly clear. "You have the wrong number."/0/18264/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230717135332&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Regnante
When you're the most feared and powerful Italian Mafia Boss, you cannot have the world know of your existence or of any personal ties you may have. Otherwise bad things tend to happen, and this man learnt that lesson the hard way. Now, he refuses to allow anyone close to him, much less get anywhere past his cold exterior. Their story wasn't meant to begin like it did. They weren't meant to meet the way they did. After all, she was only a university student and he was a ghost. Nonexistent, a rumor, a story you told your children at night. But when the most unforeseen circumstances causes their paths to cross, not once, not twice, but thrice--an encounter that ends with the vow of discretion and avoidance. They have no choice but to acknowledge they have to stay away before one of them gets hurt. Which is exactly what happens. This causes another encounter between the two, but this time with a promise of safety and security, because he owes her his life. *** "I say what I mean, and I do what I say." He assured in a low rumbling voice that had her transported back to older times. "And when I say I will keep you safe, believe me that not even a hair on your head will be touched." (COMPLETED)/0/49395/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a6af0c9ae6a2c89d99e8f61197e67b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Man Who Forgot Her
My fiancé, Floyd Meyers, announced he was canceling our engagement. He was proposing to Jaylah Ryan, an heiress, all because a psychic claimed I was the cause of his misfortune. Jaylah then falsely accused me of tearing her expensive gown. Floyd ordered his guards to slap me fifty times and forced me to kneel in the snow all night to mend it. When Jaylah's mother needed an emergency transfusion of my rare blood type, he dragged me to the hospital to be used as a living blood bag, without anesthetic. He threatened my mother and my dog, forcing me to repair an architectural model for him. When Jaylah engineered another incident, he threatened to burn my mother's hands unless I confessed to a crime I didn't commit. My own mother, terrified, screamed at me to sacrifice myself. With a numb heart, I chose my own hands, enduring the searing agony of hot coals until they were ruined and blackened. As I lay dying, he appeared only to snarl, "I hope you die and rot in the ground. I never want to see your face again." The truth shattered me when the psychic confessed Floyd had paid her to lie. He had orchestrated my downfall from the start. When I confronted him, he forced champagne down my throat and drowned me in the pool. But I woke up again, back on the day I first met Floyd Meyers./0/31092/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220908101213&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love on the rooftop
LOVE ON THE ROOFTOP Blurb Amelia ran to the topmost floor in her school with tears in her eyes. Her uniform was soiled with eggs, tomatoes and flour particles. Her hair was wet with water mixed with egg dripping down her uniform making her smell bad and unkempt. She looked at the unfamiliar environment she was in and cold shivers ran down her spine. She dragged her feet to the rails with her mind in turmoil, is she ready to do this? She asked herself unsure of her decision. With a look of determination, she held the rails and began to climb. The cool evening breeze blew across her face making her hair scatter all over her tear stained face. She took in a deep breath and allowed her legs to cross over the rails in an attempt to jump out, "what are you doing?" She heard a deep masculine voice and turned abruptly in fear to see a handsome man standing few feet away from her. "Please go away" she pleaded but he stood there unmoved. "What are you doing?" He repeated coming close to her, "don't come any closer" she screamed at him and fresh tears poured out of her eyes, "what does it look like I'm doing?, I'm ending my miserable life. Why am so unfortunate?" She lamented and there was a moment of silence between the two of them. She turned back to the rails and made up her mind to jump at the count of three but at the same time, conscious of the stranger behind her. "Why are you still here? Leave now before you will be called a murderer" she said coldly scared that he might end up in jail because of her death. "I don't know why you are doing this girl" he said with a sigh "but, before you jump, look around you and tell me if you are worst than the person or people you've seen" he said, his blue eyes teary as he looked into her hazel eyes. Amelia turned her face away from him "you don't even know me nor the reason I'm feeling this way. I beg you to stay away from me" she replied stubbornly. There was silence once more until the strange man spoke up again, "since you feel that you are the only one in pains and the only way to end it is by jumping, why the f**k are you still there and not jumping!!?" He yelled and she recoiled in fear. Their tears were now streaming down their cheeks freely. "I can't do it, I'm not ready" she muttered, "yes, it's not worth it, let's be survivors" he cooed. Without thinking twice, she fell into his awaiting arms as they cried their eyes out. Who's this strange man and why do I find solace in his arms? She wondered. "What is the reason behind his tears?", "Why do I feel we are connected somehow?", "What is this feeling I'm having?" She asked no one in particular as she relaxed more in his arms. Love on the rooftop, solely written by Authoress Gifted Please do not copy/0/57217/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa868cd165d37257bbe2c750c9dad98c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adorable Twins of the President
Ace King, The most eligible bachelor of London. Being the number one eligible bachelor he didn't want to settle down. He is the CEO of King corporation. He has money, look, fame everything. Girls die to be with him. But for his arrogant nature no one dare to mess up with him. He is known for his arrogant nature and anger issues. In the business world he is known for his dominating way. His employees calls him workaholic devil behind his back. He was happy in his life until his eyes fell on Amelia, his new PA. Amelia Williams, A simple yet beautiful girl. 15 years ago, her dad met an accident and got paralyzed. After this Amelia saw her mom doing multiple jobs to buy her dad's medicine and their needs. When she got graduated she started searching for a job, so she could help her mother/1/101958/coverorgin.jpg?v=340c894240726221c2ff47483a80177c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Grand Remorse
For nearly a decade, I was the perfect wife to Grant Sloan, sacrificing my own dreams to support his meteoric rise. But when I saw a photo of him at a company gala with his young intern, Kylee, his hand on her back and a smile I hadn't seen in years, I knew my marriage was over. My world shattered further when my younger sister, Aubrie, was assaulted by her boss. I begged Grant, a top lawyer, to help her. He coldly refused, claiming his caseload was full, only to later stand in court as the defense attorney for my sister's attacker-who turned out to be Kylee's brother. The betrayal was absolute. Fueled by Kylee's vicious online campaign, Aubrie was driven to suicide, jumping from the courthouse roof as Grant and I watched. The final, sickening blow came when Kylee desecrated Aubrie's grave, grinding her ashes into the dirt over a plot she wanted for her dead puppy. Grant, finally seeing Kylee's monstrous nature, brutally punished her and her brother. He came back to me, broken and begging for forgiveness, even staging a grand public proposal. He thought his remorse could erase the blood on his hands and the ashes on the ground. I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and offered him a single word. "No."/0/66134/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250402172209&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tyrant King's Queen.
"Look at me properly and try to remember." He implored her, his silvery eyes boring into hers. Maya raised her nervous eyes to meet his. Searching her head, she tried to remember where she may have met this man before. As she stared at him, a sense of familiarity began to settle. Those eyes... she'd seen them before. Where has she seen them? One by one, the images came. The pictures from a time she had forgotten. She had helped someone with eyes just like this. Still in his embrace, a daunting realisation began to set in. She'd met this man before. Long before he even dreamed of being a king... **************** A tyrant king conquers a kingdom so he can get married to her forgotten princess. People expect a marriage filled with strife and everything but none of that happens. Instead he treats her right, worships her and kisses the very ground she walks on. Why is that? People wonder. The reason is quite simple. Years ago, the same princess had saved his life from the bitter hands of death when he was betrayed by his half brother, the crown prince of Madonia./0/81152/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194928&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Last Lie
My life was perfect. I was Ethan, a successful architect, seven blissful years into marriage with my high school sweetheart, Olivia. We were talking about starting a family; life was good. Then Liam walked into the cafe. "You' re Ethan, right? Olivia' s husband." The young guy smirked. "I' m Liam. Her boyfriend. She' s pregnant with my kid." My world imploded. Olivia arrived, slapped Liam, and swore he was a nobody. I wanted to believe her, desperately. But his relentless DMs chipped away at my sanity: photos of her arm wrapped around him, her distinctive bracelet, a new guitar she bought him. Then, the sickening truth: Buddy, the golden retriever I adored, was actually Liam' s dog, given to me as part of her elaborate deception. The final blow came when I overheard her. She wasn't just abandoning me for him in Maine; she' d been secretly drugging my protein shakes for weeks, actively sabotaging my lifelong dream of having children. The betrayal was malicious, beyond comprehension. Why? What monstrous game was she playing? Watching Olivia passionately kiss Liam in Maine sealed it. I was done. I left my wedding ring, a note, and my phone, Liam' s taunts still blazing on the screen. As I walked away into the cold, clean air, I knew this wasn't just an escape. This was the start of uncovering the raw, brutal truth behind every lie./0/86158/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211455&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Betrayal, Rising Stronger
The first thing I felt was water in my lungs, then nothing. Now, I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head throbbing, with three years of my life mysteriously wiped clean. My father explained it away as an "accident," a fall into a lake, but the icy demeanor of my supposedly devoted bodyguard, Liam, and the saccharine sweetness masking venom from my stepsister, Brittany, painted a disturbing picture. "You valued him," my father said of Liam, confirming my worst suspicions about a past I couldn't recall, yet instinctively recoiled from. The "caring" nurse, the dismissive father, the subtly cruel stepsister-they all confirmed a horrifying truth: I was the obsessed, pathetic fool in a one-sided romance. This betrayal was cemented when Brittany, in a staged "accident," showered Liam with attention, and he, without a moment' s hesitation, left me in my hospital bed to comfort her, his "concern" for her a stark contrast to his disdain for me. Why had my past self been so blind? What dark secrets lay buried in those missing three years that made me cling to a man who despised me and a family that clearly harbored ill will? The humiliation burned hotter than any fever. But in that cold realization, a new resolve was forged. The pathetic Chloe was gone, drowned in that lake. With a click, I deleted Liam' s picture and contact from my phone. My amnesia was not a curse; it was a clean slate, and I vowed to reclaim my life and burn down the world of those who had wronged me./0/85063/coverorgin.jpg?v=328bd0369828bafdae5dcff6ea851a90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Love, A Deadly Betrayal
For six years, I poured my soul into supporting Ethan, transforming blueprints for my own dreams into the foundation of his. Then he came home, reeking of another woman' s perfume, and my perfect future shattered. He mocked my paranoia, shoved me to the floor, and I lost our baby-a secret hope only I knew. But the real gut punch? Seeing that other woman, Tiffany, wearing my locket, the symbol of our eternal devotion, given to her by my husband. He later used my deadly seafood allergy against me, watching, with disdain, as I convulsed on the kitchen floor. Why was he doing this? Why was he so hell-bent on erasing me? Lying in that hospital bed, Sarah, my kind nurse, whispered a plan, a way out-my grandmother's secret safe deposit box, a new identity, and a whispered promise of escape. My real fight for survival had just begun./0/83968/coverorgin.jpg?v=d49df21d72cf72612d36997f60644e45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Napa Betrayal
My life was perfectly aligned: a positive pregnancy test, a dream wedding in Napa Valley to my fiancé, Andrew, the man I' d loved for seven years. I snapped a photo of those two pink lines, my heart overflowing. This was our future. But then, stepping into the vineyard, I overheard Andrew confessing a shocking secret: he' d married someone else, his deceased brother' s pregnant girlfriend, Maria, just yesterday. His family insisted, it was for a "Scott heir." My perfect world shattered, the joy in my chest freezing into a lead weight. My pregnancy, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a burden. In a cold, clear haze, I deleted the photo, deleted our shared future, and scheduled an impossible appointment. The lies kept piling up: Maria showing up at our menu tasting, him escorting her past me at the clinic, her Instagram announcement of "Daddy and I can't wait." His entire family celebrated a new "Scott heir," clearly complicit in his deception. How could he think I wouldn't find out? How could he believe he could have his cake and eat it too, building a life with me on a foundation of such cruel lies? He underestimated me, utterly unaware of the chilling clarity that now filled me, or what I was truly capable of. I gave a performance worthy of an Oscar, then began to systematically dismantle his carefully constructed deception, starting by packing up every single thing he owned. My wedding day became the day his life would truly end, and mine would finally begin./0/87879/coverorgin.jpg?v=f825b95a3f7254bd3e4ac21304614391&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaimed by the Alpha: A Second Chance
Emma Matthews felt that in Lucas Blackwood, the future alpha, she had met her true mate in the sleepy village of Silverwood. But when Lucas publicly rejected her under the brutal power of his father, her heart broke, and she had to run away. Emma moved far from Silverwood five years ago and is raising her triplets on her own. However, fate intervenes when she returns to the town she once called home on a work trip. When she meets Lucas, who is now the alpha and frantic for a second shot, sparks flare again. Regretful and driven to win Emma back, Lucas knows how precious and hard-earned Emma's trust is. They have to negotiate a perilous road populated with surprising betrayals, ominous adversaries, and long-buried secrets that come to light. Stakes get higher with every disclosure. To safeguard both their future and the kids Lucas never knew existed, Emma and Lucas have to face their history. Shall the shadows that stalk them snuff out their renewed love, or can they transcend the hurt and falsehoods that tore them apart?/0/44859/coverorgin.jpg?v=043d5421f87cb2fc6bc228791793a53f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Billionaire
Alex needs an heir to inherit his grandfather’s property, but he is determined to avoid any relationships or marriage after a terrible breakup with his ex-girlfriend. Despite trying everything, he can't find a suitable woman to give him an heir. Desperate, Alex decides to search for her himself. He meets Mia, who is desperate for something Alex promises to provide, but only if she agrees to give him a baby. Mia accepts the proposal, but their plan doesn't unfold as they had anticipated. Will they eventually marry, or will Mia leave with his heir and pursue her own path?/0/84594/coverorgin.jpg?v=b65ba05c1901fe4c663441494cc84112&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Story, My Proof
The sterile white hallway of the hospital echoed with the sickening crack of bone. It was my bone, shattered by Daniel Hayes, the man who once swore to cherish me. He'd just slammed my hand against the wall, shielding my ex-best friend, Chloe Davis, who feigned tears behind him. Chloe, the architect of my ruin, had twisted Daniel's amnesia, painting me as a gold-digger and our son, Ethan, as a child of questionable paternity. Daniel, stripped of memory, looked at me with cold fury, then at our infant son with contempt. "Get out," he spat, threatening security. My son, innocent in his bassinet, was disowned. The man who wept with joy at our ultrasound now called his own son a bastard, even shoving Ethan's high chair over, causing a severe injury. His cruelty knew no bounds; I sold our last symbol of love, my engagement ring, for Ethan's surgery, only for Daniel to steal our son at gunpoint. My pleas fell on deaf ears; the police sided with the powerful CEO, and a fabricated court order made me an unfit mother. How could he forget everything? How could he believe such monstrous lies? The man I loved was gone, replaced by a ruthless stranger determined to erase me. But a mother's rage is a force no amnesia can quell. With nothing left to lose, I swore to take back my son, even if it meant tearing down the empire he'd built on our shattered past./0/31249/coverorgin.jpg?v=87dbbef147c2dfccca0abaaaa43ffbb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Loved Two Princes
A tale as old as time... He ran a finger along her burning cheek, his eyes on her lips as he watched them part. "If you're found like this with me, there'll be no discussion about it. You'll definitely be stuck with me then. Are you really, really sure, princess?" Two brothers, vying for the attention of the same woman... "I do see you Zoey, whether you're at an art class or just wandering around taking in the sights. I see everything you do. That's the problem." He rounded the corner and bent down on one knee, pulling the robe over her shoulders. "Lately, all I see is you." Can one heart truly belong to two men? She's engaged. So is he. And according to the headlines, so are the mouths of their betrotheds. How far will he go for revenge? Lady Zoey is the daughter of Duke Arden, only she's never met the man. So what right does he have to marry her off to some pompous, playboy prince? Prince Aaron Condor is in love with Lady Emily Maine. But when King Henry and Duke Arden decide to mend fences, Aaron ends up engaged to newcomer Zoey. Duke James Beaumont returns to Caines after being exiled five years ago. He's only back to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Emily Maine. 3 months later, Aaron and Emily are caught together in a compromising liplock. James wants revenge. Zoey wants someone to tell her it's okay to give her fiance a second chance. When the jilted lovers meet on the streets of Caines and he proposes to her, Zoey learns that that person is not James Beaumont. She meets with James again anyway and accidentally ends up married to him. It was all a drunken mistake, but that doesn't make The King's Guard hunting them any less real. One small-town girl turned noblewoman, an entitled heiress and two best friends who just can't stop getting mixed up with the same women./0/25148/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ad4ea6a41fb7c6fcd76b5d01ac0bdd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vanished Lover
Because of a mistake, Jill Grace was pregnant with a stranger’s baby. She expected that the man would marry her for this baby anyway, however, she did not realize that she was wrong until the man took her new-born baby away and vanished. Five years later, when Jill occasionally saved Leon’s son from a car accident and made a contract marriage with Leon, the truth was gradually getting known./0/36568/coverorgin.jpg?v=0472eac235439ea2e5e04ced168183fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Half Faced Alpha
“From today henceforth, you will carry disdain on your face. Till you find the destined mate. The one who will willingly run to you.." "I want to help you avoid your fate. That king will never find you for as long as I live." "Fall in love with me...And I'll show you all of the beautiful things life has to offer." Alpha Axton, a ruthless Alpha of the dreaded pack of whispers, one that is widely feared by all, one that is never seen, only heard of, one that screams of blood thirst and war conquers a witch infested village on the other side of the moon, earning himself a curse from the Pack's head witch. He will carry her curse until no one is afraid of him, until a woman willingly walks to him. He resigns to his fate knowing no one will come, until a naive girl, living away from everyone finds him one day.../0/84125/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203945&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill
My husband, Matthew, was on a ski trip with his mistress, and his assistant, Stella, sweetly told me the Henderson project needed sorting, fever or not. When I tried to call in sick, Matthew scoffed, dismissing my 104-degree fever as "drama." After eight years of being treated like dirt, humiliated and controlled by him, I calmly told him I wanted a divorce, but he only laughed, reminding me he paid for my ailing father' s expensive medical treatments. Minutes later, a company-wide Slack poll popped up: "Is Gabrielle's divorce threat for real this time?" Matthew voted "Fake," and my colleagues piled on with ridicule. When I typed "It's real. I've hired a lawyer. And I quit," I knew my life was about to explode. Still reeling, I went to the office to deliver my resignation, only to be met by Stella. In a horrifying live company video call with Matthew, she had maintenance workers dump buckets of ice water on me, drenching my feverish body. I collapsed, hitting my head on a glass table, and the world went black. Waking in the ER with a concussion, Matthew stood over me, fuming about the cost and the "scene" I'd made, completely devoid of concern. Then came the news: my father's life-saving procedure had been cancelled while I was unconscious. It was Stella, who had used my phone to cancel it and steal the $50,000 bonus Matthew had promised me, gloating that she was Matthew' s ultimate problem-solver. My father was gone. Killed by their casual cruelty. But as the raw agony tore through me, I realized something cold and clear: they had pushed me too far, and now, they would pay. I would take nothing from Matthew but my freedom, and then I would watch their carefully constructed world burn./0/86628/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212148&imageMogr2/format/webp)
