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Romance Books for Women

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For Her (completed)

For Her (completed)

Usually, they say don't mess with the seniors especially when he held the whole authority of your life. For you, life is a fairy tale until you start college. And once you start your college life, your dreamland would have to come to end or else someone would put end cards by force. College is where friends turned out to be complete strangers and outsiders become friends. New life, new attitude, and new personalities gradually come to eat you when you become the target of the most popular guy in the college. It may lead your life to heaven or worst to hell. Here what she might be destined to get? ~~~ Sheila is an Indian girl who belongs to a rural society has a very happy life with her family. She is not allowed to have any boyfriend, that's how her parents raised her as it's their culture but she was very determined to find her well-wisher. But her life turned upside down when she got the chance to study in one of the famous colleges 'St. Xavier's Catholic College of Engineering' in India. Harry, whose life is full of secrets, is not fond of any new friendships. He always stands away when it comes to new people but he has a valid reason behind his attitude. Karl, he has the power to control everything especially everyone in the college. He rules everyone including his seniors too. He gets everything with the snap of his finger. He is another meaning of arrogant who never fails to make anyone's life miserable. What will happen when these three peoples are destined to meet in different circumstances? Who will have her at the end? Read the story and find out. -----------------------------------------
I am Not Your Villainess

I am Not Your Villainess

Years ago, I, Ava, the adopted daughter, stumbled upon an old screenplay that labeled me the villainess. It foretold my role: a sacrifice for my 'perfect' sister, Chloe. Desperate to rewrite my fate, I poured kindness into the lives around me, subtly guiding studio executive Ethan Crawford to success and saving Marcus Vance from a life on the streets. My hope was to earn loyalty, to shield myself from the script' s cruel prophecy. But on the set of Ethan' s latest film, that hope shattered. A controlled explosion went wrong. While Chloe emerged with a mere scratch, a piece of debris slammed into my side. Agony stole my breath. No one noticed. My adoptive mother accused me of distracting Chloe, and Ethan, seeing only Chloe' s 'trauma,' dismissed my cries for help as 'drama.' He ordered Marcus to take me to an isolated, decaying guesthouse, to keep me out of the press. Marcus, the man I saved, left me there alone, choosing to 'check on Chloe at the hospital' instead. I bled out, helpless and forgotten, the script' s narrative unfolding flawlessly. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice I made, was twisted against me, cementing Chloe' s manipulative victimhood. How could those I helped so devotedly believe such cruel lies? Was my destiny truly sealed by a cursed story? My death, however, was just the beginning. My spirit lingered, an unseen witness. I watched Marcus, desperate to conceal what he'd done, chillingly preserve my body in ice. But the truth, cold and silent, would soon shatter the carefully constructed illusions of everyone involved, dragging the Ashworth family, and the Hollywood elite, into a scandal far more devastating than any screenplay could predict.
The Betrayed Man's Unexpected Wife

The Betrayed Man's Unexpected Wife

My life had quickly unraveled. For seven years, Emily, my fiancée, had been my world. But then Mark Miller arrived, claiming he'd saved her from a hotel fire. He and his young son, Billy, quickly moved into Emily's life, and ours, consuming every space until I became an intruder in my own home. Emily, once so brilliant and driven, transformed. Anything I suggested was met with "Mark says," or "Billy wants." My career was sidelined as I supported her, only to find myself watching her plan picnics with another man's son for "the investor meeting can wait, Billy is more important." The final straw came when Billy, in my study, broke my grandmother's music box, my most precious possession. Mark casually dismissed it as "just an old box." When I got angry, Billy screamed I pushed him, and Emily, without a second thought, decided to side with them. "Mark and Billy are staying here tonight. Billy can have your bed. You can sleep in the guest room." She was literally kicking me out of my own life, one room at a time. I was suspended from my job based on Emily's false accusations and locked out of my apartment by changed locks. This betrayal meant I couldn't reach my dying grandmother, missing her final moments. I was left with nothing but the cold, hard realization that Emily didn't care. With Emily sharing a picture online, calling me "negativity," and cozying up with Mark in our favorite restaurant, I knew I had to act. It was time for a real change, a new beginning. I called Sarah Jenkins. "I'm ready," I told her. "Let's do it. Tomorrow, if you can."
I Returned as the Nanny to the Daughter They Stole From Me

I Returned as the Nanny to the Daughter They Stole From Me

They took my daughter seven hours after she was born. They forged my signature. They buried the paperwork. They handed my baby to one of the most powerful men in the country and told the world she was gone forever. But I never believed them. For five years, I searched. Then a photograph landed on my desk-a little girl with dark hair and the same stubborn tilt of the head I saw in my own mirror every morning. Her name was Lily Blackwood. She was six years old. And she was mine. Now I'm inside Blackwood Manor-not as her mother, but as her nanny. Close enough to hold her hand. Close enough to hear her laugh. Close enough to watch her look at me as though she's been waiting for me her whole life. Because she has. Lily knows a lullaby I created for my unborn child-a song no one else should have heard. She says things that make no sense. She remembers feelings she shouldn't remember. And every day, she pulls me closer to a truth someone has spent years trying to bury. Damian Blackwood is not the man I expected. Cold. Controlled. Always watching. He lets me into his home when he should have sent me away. He keeps fresh flowers outside a locked room no one is allowed to mention, and every secret inside this house seems to lead back to the night my daughter disappeared. Someone stole my child. Someone built a web of lies to hide the truth. And as I uncover the secrets of Blackwood Manor, I realize there are people who will do anything to make sure I never reclaim the daughter they stole from me.