Romance Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Vows
Melissa Wright spent three years as David Haynes' loyal secretary and secret wife; silent, unseen, and unwanted. When she discovers she's pregnant, she believes it's finally time to fight for her place in his life but the night she plans to tell him, she finds herself standing in the shadows watching David toast to a future with his first love; Helena Powell. With her heart in pieces and a child to protect, Melissa disappears without a trace, determined to build a life of her own. But fate has other plans. When she reemerges, thriving and unrecognizable, she's no longer the woman David once overlooked; she's a rising star in the fashion industry, powerful in her own right. Now, David is faced with a woman he barely knows, yet can't ignore. And when he finally learns the truth about the child she kept from him, he realizes too late that the woman he took for granted is the one he can't afford to lose. But Melissa has learned the hard way that love isn't enough. Can he prove he's truly changed, or will she slip through his fingers forever?/0/94294/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104090558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Cut
In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife. After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me." Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job. He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life." I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced." My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again./0/80684/coverorgin.jpg?v=b33e6c6c34c6e05412e2c703cd33b5ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband's Cruel Secret
Today marked our fifth wedding anniversary, sweet with the scent of blueberry pancakes, and I hummed, cradling the secret joy of our twelve-week pregnancy. I couldn't wait to surprise Mike tonight with the news we'd finally conceived after years of trying. But a sudden, chilling suspicion washed over me when I looked at the "stronger supplements" Mike had insisted I take, recommended by his high school ex, Jessica. These pills were unfamiliar, chalky, and came in a plain, unmarked bottle. A frantic search of Mike's sock drawer yielded a pharmacy printout: Misoprostol, a drug specifically used to terminate pregnancies. The dosage matched his instructions for the "supplements." My baby was gone, blood gushing, the world went dark. I woke in a sterile hospital room, our baby gone, my mother's face a mask of grief. Mike walked in, completely devoid of remorse, claiming Jessica "needed this" for *her* last chance to have *his* child, accusing me of being "insensitive" to her needs. Then, my father, crushed by the devastating loss, collapsed into a coma. While he lay fighting for his life, Mike publicly flaunted his relationship with Jessica online, creating a GoFundMe painting himself as their selfless hero, and me as the "unsupportive, bitter ex." The audacity escalated when his lawyer brazenly suggested I "channel my maternal instincts positively" by caring for Jessica's future baby. My anguish turned to a cold, hard resolve as I realized the depth of their malice. I wasn't just getting a divorce; I was going to make them pay for every lie, every manipulation, and every ounce of pain they had inflicted./0/24836/coverorgin.jpg?v=457dc51e45e1ad6c70cb4d1a761170be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader
She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back. “Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance. This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady” *** She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries./0/85690/coverorgin.jpg?v=873e11036eaa1a30c7d08ec2164afb01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Digital Death To Shared Reign
The final memory of my past life was a cold, digital execution. I watched David Chen, my ex-fiancé, on a hundred-foot screen at his company' s IPO launch, alive and destroying me. "Sarah Miller hacked my systems," he' d declared, pulling his new girlfriend, Emily, close. "She tried to con my grieving family and ruin Emily' s reputation." The fallout was immediate: blacklisted, our family' s digital forensics firm raided, our life' s work wiped clean. He' d sneered, "If you can' t bring back my reputation, you' ll pay." I paid. We all did. Until now. The insistent ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the silence, bringing me back to October 12th. It was the day after David Chen was reported dead, the day his parents had come seeking my help. Last time, I' d opened that door, taken their money, accepted their false promises, and poured my soul into his shattered laptop, only for him to rise from the grave to crucify me. But this time, I knew where that path led. I pressed my face against the cool wood, my voice steady. "Go away." Mrs. Chen's muffled plea followed: "Sarah, please! It's about David. We need your help." I' d lied: "No one can truly recover data from a physically destroyed device." The silence on the other side thickened with their disbelief, just before the lock on my door clicked. He was here. Already. The door swung open, revealing David Chen, perfectly alive, his charismatic smile a cruel slash. "See, Mom, Dad? I told you she was hiding something," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a chilling, possessive fire in them. "She knew I wasn't dead." Emily slipped in behind him, a picture of deceptive innocence. He picked up my brother' s locket, a symbol of my family, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it out the window. "You're a monster," I whispered. "No," he said, "I'm a survivor. You've had your little rebirth, your second chance. Fine. Let's see what you do with it." He knew. He was acknowledging it, and my blood ran cold. He thought he had won, confining me to this digital graveyard. But he was wrong. He hadn't just confined me. He had given me a target./0/74583/coverorgin.jpg?v=2575793f22ed24631f1f7c05d31ffa7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Will You Still Love Me The Same
Clara Hughs is an orphan who was working in a bar as a waitress where rich men come to pick up girls. She encountered a strange handsome man at the club one night, Ragnor Usiku, who rescued her from trouble with her employer. Everything changed, as Clara Hughs found herself drawn to this man. Will Clara love him the same when she discovers who he is? Will their love bring them peace or will it create obstacles for them? To know more read "Will You Still Love Me The Same"/0/58470/coverorgin.jpg?v=a05bdd21bc25ab7210268de7517d3673&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last CEO's Deal
Christine passes through hell in the hand of her foster father that certain times, he gave her out to have with men and he gets paid. Mr Webb is the manager of Hudson's chemical technologies and has been stealing the company's money since he began working there. At a time, the CEO of the company, Mr Hudson Cruiz became sick that he stopped work and handed the company over to his son, Mr Fanuel Hudson. Fanuel had to start taking care of the company, and that's how he noticed that the company's money gets missing every month. Mr Webb noticed that the new CEO is aware of what's going on, he then decided to take millions of dollars and run away from the town. Fanuel swore to get him. So he left to Mr Webb's house but couldn't find him,he now had to take her foster daughter with him. He will be under him as a servant until he recovers all the money her foster father stole, or if possible get him too. Will she ever survive in the jade of a ruthless CEO? What happens when she mistakenly signs a contract that was meant for him and the company instead?/0/60973/coverorgin.jpg?v=34ceb274b88e4d5de106a96a7658299d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforgettable Night With Him
Have you ever had an affair? Because me I did it, I know it's wrong but why can't I forget that night? The way how he claimed me and made me feel even weirder when it came to bed. Athena Escarra is a promising young lawyer who loves her work more than anything. She's been married to her husband, Oliver Smith, for six years and would never indulge in an affair-until she met Alessandro Sinclair. Alessandro Sinclair, a prominent CEO of the Sinclair Company, is your everyday rich man who has casual flings and moves on-until he met Athena Escarra. He found himself irresistibly attracted to her and would do anything to have her again./0/84595/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204954&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regret’s Embrace
For seven years, I lived a quiet life as a musician, believing my wife, Sophia, kept her distance to protect my "fragile artistic temperament." It was a story I told myself, a reason for the cold silence of our marriage. But that carefully constructed world shattered when I overheard her whispering another man' s name in the moonlight-her half-brother, Liam. The whispers festered, revealing a truth more agonizing than I could have imagined: her passion, her longing, was all reserved for him. My heart was ripped to shreds, but the true horror began when Liam, fueled by jealousy and encouraged by Sophia, viciously attacked me. Not only did she abandon me, she even robbed me of my painkillers from the hospital, claiming Liam needed them more for a measly foot injury. I didn't understand. How could the woman I loved disregard my broken ribs so easily, while doting on a spoiled, entitled man-child? Why did my pain mean nothing to her, while his minor discomfort became her world? My life, my very art, had been built on a foundation of lies. Then came the twisted game, a cruel choice forced upon Sophia: save me or Liam. With a gun to my head, and my final words telling her I hoped to never meet her again, she chose him, declaring her unwavering devotion to her brother. I didn't die that day, but the man I was did. Now, free from her toxic embrace, and with hands that may never play guitar again but a spirit finally unbound, I am ready to forge a new path. Sophie, however, is left to face the empty silence of a life without the man who once gave her everything./0/25149/coverorgin.jpg?v=99d2ed5d8e23acc74d8f0444398cc0d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You-Know-Who's Beloved Wife
Carol Jones provoked a milkman when she was a teenager, which led to her unfortunate marriage. She was forced to be someone's wife, shameful and disgraceful. Moreover, she had to fulfill her duty as a wife. During the dark days, the man occupied her all the time. However, it didn't make Carol surrender. Instead, she was tougher. A person who got bad cards was destined to lose? She, Carol Jones, had to tame her husband into a loyal dog./0/45173/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230904193540&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hate That I Love you
"Arisse, let's go home" my best friend Kim pulled me "No. I'll stay here. Let's drink some more. I want to forget" I said and raised a glass of whiskey. I stood in the middle of the dancefloor and shouted there. I grind my body to the accompaniment of the song. I let my body go with every beat of the music "Let's go, Arisse please" Kim whispered to me as I saw a man dancing by her side. Who wouldn't be attracted to my best friend with a very white complexion? Has a pointed nose. The eyes are black and have long eyelashes. Add to that her waist length black hair. Her lips were red and just the right thickness. Its body is perfect like an hour glass. I closed my eyes again and felt the music inside the bar. I just really want to forget this night. Let me please. I ground my waist as violent arms pulled me. I was greeted by a pair of angry eyes "You go home or I'll drag you out" he said with emphasis "Let go of me!" and tried to pull his arm back but it only tightened his grip on me He pulled me out of the bar for nothing, not caring if we bumped into someone. "I'm hurting Mark" I said causing him to let go of my arms. Behind him I saw Kim who attended me immediately. "Sorry. I knew I wouldn't be able to bring you home, so I called Mark," Kim explained "Could it be Arisse, I know you're a b*tch but don't feel sorry for Kim! Look, I've always caught her here taking care of you when you're drunk! She's a sensible woman, don't make her look like you" Mark yelled at me "Why didn't I tell him to come with me! He came here willingly, I didn't text him or call him. I sent him home, he didn't want to. I wanted to stay!" "Go, get back there!" he shouted and pushed me into the bar "Mark" Kim stopped her boyfriend "It's annoying Kim that even you will be held because of what he's doing, if he wants to get away, just don't take you with him" he said and stormed off to his car "Arisse, come I'll take you home. I promised Uncle that I would take you home" I stared at my best friend. I saw the worry in his eyes which made me agree. We rode quietly in the back of Mark's car. Silence enveloped the inside of the car before Mark started it I was looking out the window. Watching every passing vehicle. I let out a few sighs "Are you okay?" I looked at Kim. I looked directly into his eyes before shaking my head. "You can tell me everything. I'm always here to listen" he said sincerely "Prin is cheating on me" the tears that I had been hiding came out Kim's eyes showed surprise and confusion "How? I mean, Prin is impossible? Maybe you're just suspicious?" "No, I saw their text messages. I saw all the 'I love you', 'How are you', 'I miss you', Even in our anniversary, she texted the woman 'I wish you're here with me tonight '" more and more tears flowed from my eyes. I wiped it violently. "I'm with Kim. It was our fucking anniversary. I surprised him. I did all the things he wanted us to do, then I can read it! The pain is like I've been stabbed and stabbed again and again, here" while pointing to my heart before resting my head on the backrest of the car. I let my tears fall. "Did you two talk already?" Mark groined while peering at me in the car's rearview mirror. "I can't. I can't see him right now. I'm too vulnerable "Maybe you should hear his explanation as well" he said lazily "You're your best friend because you can defend yourself. You're both stupid together!" I said before closing my eyes I felt Kim's warm hand caressing my palms. He put my head on his shoulder while stroking my hair "Everything will be okay. Calm down first. You don't want to talk to him while you're angry, you might not understand each other even more. Take a break first" I nodded in response. 5 years. I thought we were strong. I thought that was enough to say that Prin and I love each other. 1st year high school when I met him. The moment I saw him I knew he's the one that's why when he flirted I answered him immediately. I was happy in our relationship. Contented with the things he gives me. Everyone who sees us always says "we are made for each other" and I fucking believe that! I love him with every bit of my heart but he just hurt me! He hurt me that I feel like I am dying. I want this feeling to stop It hurts. Fucking hurt/0/83813/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bfc1748e3618c59f2b90e5925aae174&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Secret Mistress to Sterling Queen
For five years, I, Scarlett King, abandoned my East Coast dynasty to be the secret mistress of tech mogul Julian Thorne, believing our intense, private connection was true love. Tonight, at a lavish charity gala, my heart pounded as Julian bid on my grandmother' s vintage Cartier watch, a public claim I secretly craved. But as the gavel fell, winning the priceless heirloom, Julian turned away from me, announcing his executive assistant, Brianna, as his fiancée and sliding my cherished family watch onto her wrist for the entire ballroom to witness. My world shattered under the weight of the roaring cheers, and Julian, with a devastating smirk, whispered only to me, "Don't look so sad, kitten. This changes nothing for us. My nights are still yours." He viewed me as a mere plaything, a dirty secret to be kept in a box, utterly betraying five years of unwavering loyalty and a twisted kind of love. Shortly after, a cold text banished me from "our" penthouse, giving me one hour before security escorted me out, my life with him reduced to an inventory for a storage unit. How could he so brutally discard five years of my life, my love, my trust, for a conventional wife and a public spectacle, acting as if my public humiliation was just a minor inconvenience to our "games"? How dared he imply I was just a disposable mistress, easily replaced and forgotten in his climb to conventional wealth? As his condescending shadow fell over me, I stood up, declared "We're done, Julian," and walked away, ready to build a new kingdom from the ashes of his betrayal./0/80528/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's True Colors
For five years, Emily Carter lived as Mrs. Alexander Sterling, a silent accessory in his Manhattan penthouse, with her dreams of screenwriting suppressed. Her contractual marriage was finally set to end, promising her long-awaited freedom. However, on the very last day, Alexander delivered a shocking demand: he expected her to stay on as a "life consultant," training his new fiancée, Sophia, to be his perfect wife. This profound humiliation was amplified as he tore up their signed marriage termination agreement, arrogantly declaring he decided when their arrangement was truly over. Emily fled that night, but Alexander unleashed private investigators to find her, while Sophia launched a vicious public smear campaign, labeling her a vindictive ex. This orchestrated narrative threatened to derail Emily's burgeoning screenwriting career, as studios began to reconsider her project due to the mounting negative publicity. The searing injustice of being demonized and silenced, despite seeking only freedom, ignited a furious resolve within her. Realizing the only path forward was to fight back, Emily decided to expose Alexander and Sophia's duplicity by revealing their own private words and true intentions to the world./0/83031/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201640&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Game Over, My Love
I spent two years as "Sparrow" in "Chronicles of Eldoria," a quiet, analytical Loremaster, meticulously perfecting my skills and hiding my striking real-life beauty behind a plain avatar. My loyalty to Lex "Lionheart" Miller' s guild, The Crimson Vanguard, was absolute. But when a major server-wide tournament was announced, Lex, obsessed with "visibility," brought in Starfire, a flashy streamer known for her perfected looks. I was publicly demoted, my spot given to her. Then, for daring to question it, I was falsely accused of stealing guild resources and slandered across the server, with Lex himself endorsing a bounty on my head. He didn't even recognize me when I served him coffee in real life, his dismissal in-game mirroring his utterly indifferent gaze. My safe haven, the one place where my talent truly mattered, became a public arena for my humiliation. Two years of silent dedication, every strategic insight, every hard-earned contribution-all discarded because I wasn't "flashy" enough. How could he, who once relied on my genius, betray me so completely, and then act as if I was "never important"? But their cruelty ignited an ice-cold fury. I deleted Sparrow, created a new identity, and decided it was time not just for Eldoria, but for Lex, and the entire gaming world, to see what the "plain, mousy" Sparrow truly looked like. The game was on./0/88037/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c9d025af2d1535d2b3068982c623f4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter
My husband, Emit Arnold, only touches me when he's too drunk to remember he hates my guts. For three years, he's blamed me for the death of his true love, Everleigh. Yesterday, he brought a woman home who had plastic surgery to look exactly like her. Then my own twin children stood before me and told me to get out. "Daddy brought our new mommy home," they said. "You have to leave now." The woman, my adoptive sister Gigi, then deliberately cut her own leg with a knife and blamed me for it. When Emit saw her bleeding, he didn't hesitate. He shoved me to the floor. Later, his sister Isadora slapped me, her eyes burning with hate. "I'm the one who told everyone you killed Everleigh," she hissed. "And I'll keep telling them." My children, my husband, my in-laws—they all chose the woman wearing a dead person's face over me. The love I had held onto for so long was finally gone. That night, he cornered me in my room, ripped the dress from my body, and called me filthy. He thought I would break. Instead, I walked back into the living room, picked up the divorce papers I had already prepared, and threw them right in his face./0/47520/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f9838efbe6e6cb42b4d06b365f69a9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aurora…
"stay two metres away from me anytime you are here, you are just my son's nurse so don't act like the caretaker of this whole house" Malcolm growled angrily as Aurora gulped and moved two paces away from him in fear holding onto the little boy's tiny hands. Malcolm Hart, the thirty-five year old business tycoon and the owner of chains of companies scattered around the world. He is the father of Liam,his seven year old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor and has little time to live, despite having so much money it was hard to get his son treated. Aside being his son's father, he is also different from other men as he doesn't mingle or interact with the world around him unless for business and his ruthlessness was on another level. Things becomes different when Liam is admitted in the hospital because of a sudden seizure due to his illness and he gets attached with his nurse who he later calls his best friend, the two become so attached that Liam ended up asking her to become his nanny as his papa is hardly ever around. As Nurse Aurora step into the Hart mansion, things were not as she thought because on one hand is the son who adores her like his own mother and on the other hand is his papa who didn't even like seeing her because to him, she was just like the other girls. The story of a father and son, caught in the middle of a beautiful love with their in-house Nurse. Will the love for an innocent dying child make two people fall in love or drift them apart?/0/86160/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211241&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, One Betrayal
For eight years, I, Chloe Davis, lived in the shadows, pouring my soul into Liam Stone's music, ghostwriting his hits, and supporting his every dream. I was his secret girlfriend, enduring hidden holidays and hushed dinners, all for the promise that one day, he' d reveal me as the woman he loved. Tonight was supposed to be that night. But as Liam stood on the glittering stage of the Starlight Music Awards, clutching the "Best New Artist" trophy, his eyes scanned the crowd not for me, but for stunning, famous Scarlett Blake. "My inspiration, my muse," he declared, beaming at her. Then, the crushing blow: "Scarlett, darling, once I solidify my A-list status, I' m yours forever." My world went silent. The eight years of sacrifice, my unseen labor, my unwavering devotion-all erased by a public declaration meant for another woman. He celebrated with champagne and victory, completely oblivious to the hollow ache in my chest, the numb limb that was finally acknowledged as dead. He called my quietness a flaw in his perfect evening. He thought a diamond necklace could fix it. He thought his casual affair, texting Scarlett the night of his triumph, would go unnoticed. He still believed there was an "us." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just packed. I was no longer the girl who loved him more than herself. That 18-year-old was gone. The 28-year-old Chloe, the one who just sold her entire song catalog, was done being a stepping stone. This was over. He didn't know it yet, but his secret weapon had just become his biggest threat./0/51431/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8bb5a010613b9aed9df8e9e25957197&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidental Affair with the CEO
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life after…/0/83970/coverorgin.jpg?v=d75bb8f29552fbad99cca1ac6f478f06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife, Unstoppable Heiress
For seven years, I poured my entire life into Caleb, believing his success was ours, even buying his mother an expensive Thanksgiving gift in hopes of finally being accepted. But the moment I walked in, my world shattered: Caleb' s high school sweetheart, Maria, was there with a five-year-old boy who called Caleb "Daddy!" The entire dinner became a public humiliation. Caleb treated me like a stranger, his mother doted on the boy as her "perfect little grandson," and then Maria cried, making the child slap me. When Caleb and his mother demanded I apologize, he didn't even flinch when I walked out, instead grabbing my arm and hitting me for "being dramatic." That' s when I saw the expensive drafting set I bought for his "nephew" through my money-it was for Maria's son. I walked out, leaving him, our shattered fantasy, and every belief I had held about us behind, ready to reclaim my life./0/19518/coverorgin.jpg?v=42148a2cb54938d7b90e7d1551da2fcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
