Romance Books for Women
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One Billion For Mistresses
Laura, a young woman trapped in a dark world, and David, a man full of lust and power. When a dark night brings out the deepest secrets, Laura finds herself trapped in a terrifying and terrifying situation, where the desires of darkness and the desire to dominate ensnare her. With crippling fear and disconnected pain, Laura struggles to defend herself, while David hunts for his fraudulent satisfaction. Can Laura find light amidst the darkness or will she be drowned in dark shadows that threaten to destroy her?/0/39873/coverorgin.jpg?v=7831c02465f68171e28d590b76847999&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN LOVE STROKES ( TWO)
After graduating from High school, Emma Lillian and Ben found themselves in a situation they never expected. Emma's Mum found her a suitor because she didn't like Ben as he was not a billionaire. Emma couldn't leave Ben and things got worse when she found out Ben's New girlfriend was pregnant for him/0/20162/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c233835d8f827ebc066aad5dbac80b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love And Business.
Cassia Sanders lost both her parents at a tender age and was abandoned by her only family for the sake of greedy ambitions. Years later she took over the family business as a hidden genius and dominated the industry. Matthew Miller the most eligible bachelor, cold and domineering despised the weak, fragile scheming women of his past. He returned after a few years to manage his father's company as a rival to the all powerful anonymous CEO. What will happen when the two cold personalities collide? Will love.... or business prevail?/0/85240/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205848&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Puppet Unstrung: Chloe's Freedom
The architectural gala was a cruel joke, but I went anyway. It was a habit, just like everything else in my life with Mark. Then I saw Ethan. My childhood friend, the man who' d promised to always be there, now stood across the room, radiating a happiness I hadn' t seen in years, a peace I' d never known. His eyes found mine, and his face hardened into cold disappointment. Then he introduced her: Sarah, his fiancée. My throat tightened as Sarah, blissfully unaware, gushed about our "childhood adventures," each word a barb. "We just decided," Ethan said, his gaze heavy with judgment. "Funny, isn\'t it? How people can just decide to move on." The accusation hung in the air, a direct hit to my years of indecision with Mark. A sharp memory sliced through me: Ethan, on a rooftop under the stars, promising, "Chloe, no matter what, I\'ll always be here. Always." Another memory superimposed: crying in his car last year, Mark' s fifth betrayal. "You don\'t have to go back," Ethan had whispered, his knuckles white, his own heart breaking. But I always did. I was trapped in a cruel narrative, the foolish heroine always returning to Mark. But standing there, under Ethan\'s cold stare, something snapped. The fog receded. The invisible strings went slack. For the first time, I saw the depth of love I' d thrown away, the man I' d shattered. I was awake. The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had been a puppet, and my own hands had helped the puppeteer. I fled, called Ethan, begged for five minutes on the rooftop. But when I found him, he was kissing Sarah, a deep, loving kiss that sealed a future without me. He knew. He knew the significance of the dress Sarah wore, the childhood bird she' d found, the ring he' d given her. He' d weaponized our past, deliberately erased me, and now wanted me to be Sarah' s maid of honor. I was being punished, his words a final, killing blow. "Now, all I can think is how lucky I am that it\'s Sarah who gets to wear it. Not you." Then Sarah' s chilling confession: she was a transmigrator. She had manipulated everything, using my self-destruction to drive Ethan into her arms. "You were just keeping him warm for me," she' d said, her smile triumphant, cruel. "Thank you for giving him to me." The world shifted. I hadn\'t just been a victim of a story; I' d been the target of a predator. At the pre-wedding dinner, Ethan' s mother publicly humiliated me, calling me "unstable," unworthy. Ethan, my last hope, simply asked, "What are you even doing here, Chloe?" Later, on the beach, I overheard him tell his friend about me. "Loved her?" he scoffed. "Come on, Mike. Don\'t be ridiculous. I was just a nice guy. She was a mess. I felt sorry for her. That\'s all it ever was." 'That' s all it ever was.' Twenty years of shared history, dismissed in a single, careless sentence. It shattered me, then freed me. The ghost of what we had was finally dead. I gathered every memento of our shared past, everything that tied me to the old Chloe, and burned them. A funeral. A baptism. I was burning the girl who lived for a love that was never real. I packed my bags for Africa. My flight was in a few hours. This was it. As I waited for the elevator, it opened. There he was. Ethan. Probably here to play the concerned friend one last time. He opened his mouth. "Don\'t," I said. My voice was flat, devoid of all emotion. "There\'s nothing left to say." He saw the emptiness in my eyes. He saw he had finally broken me. Or maybe, he saw that I had finally broken free. The elevator doors closed between us for the last time. I was going to Africa. And I was going alone./0/81642/coverorgin.jpg?v=dabdef29010fee3e010a218c89ce9a43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on Our Wedding Day
My wedding day. Again. I stood there, a young woman forced into an arranged marriage, about to become Abigail Blackwood. In my previous life, a cold, brutal tyrant named Ethan, obsessed with a family vendetta, systematically destroyed everything and everyone I loved. I suffered silently with a terminal illness no one knew about, watching in agony as he engineered my beloved grandfather' s public humiliation and death, and as my sister Ellie endured a horrific abusive marriage that tragically cost her, and her unborn child, their lives. His cruelty knew no bounds: public shaming, forcing me to play piano until my fingers bled for his mistress's amusement, endless torment for every desperate plea. Overwhelmed by despair and humiliation, I chose to die by my own hand. But somehow, fate intervened. Here I am, back on our wedding day. And so is he. Ethan Blackwood remembers everything, just as I do. The monster who tormented me now acts kind, attentive, even regretful, desperately trying to atone. But my heart is a fortress of old wounds, my soul scarred by unimaginable pain. Can I ever trust him, or is this just another, more sophisticated game? This second chance is both a gift and a terrifying burden. I am determined to protect my family, to rewrite our tragic history, and to never again be the pawn in his brutal game. Can love truly blossom from such a foundation of hatred and despair?/0/86648/coverorgin.jpg?v=18af9b57d583aaaa954c239ba76ad103&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance, A Lasting Love
The grand hall buzzed, echoing with the promise of my victory at the National Architectural Innovators Gala. My design, "The Spire of Tomorrow," glistened on the screen, a testament to years of dedication. This was the pinnacle, the moment my life was supposed to take off. But then, a cold dread seized me. I had lived this moment before. In another life, I, Sarah Miller, had won, celebrated by my mentor, Daniel Hayes, his smile a perfect mask for the darkness within. That win had been the beginning of my end. He and his protégé, Emily Chen, systematically erased my contributions, claimed my innovations, and then framed me for embezzlement. Publicly disgraced, I lost everything: my career, my home, and worst of all, my brother Michael' s specialized medical care. He deteriorated, and the guilt consumed me. My story ended in a cold, lonely apartment, crushed by failure. How could I have been so blind? How could my mentor, the man who shaped me, betray me so completely? The injustice burned, a bitter taste in my mouth, and I was left with nothing but unanswered questions and seething resentment. But this time, it was different. As the emcee built the suspense on stage, Daniel and Emily smugly confident in the front row, I knew one thing: I would not walk into their trap again. I raised my hand./1/112773/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5b735dc9486fad8ecff1dd2493491f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Room: The Ruthless CEO's Captive
I stumbled into the wrong hotel room while drunk and accidentally lost my virginity to a stranger in the pitch black. I fled at dawn, hoping to erase the painful mistake. But when I went to a private clinic for a checkup, the "doctor" who walked in and locked the door was him—Cain Reed, a billionaire who coldly declared my body was now his "responsibility." When I tried to escape, he cornered me in the parking garage, threw me into his bulletproof Maybach, and locked me inside his high-security Tribeca penthouse. He had already investigated my entire life—my abandoned childhood, my dead grandmother, my student loans. "You took my first time, and I took yours," he whispered, pinning me against the glass. "You belong to me now." He demanded my complete submission, threatening to stalk my job and my apartment if I dared to run again. I was terrified and suffocating. Why me? Out of all the women in New York, why was this ruthless, powerful man so dangerously obsessed with a nobody who made a drunken mistake? His possessive need felt like drowning, a gilded cage I would never escape. I couldn't let him consume me. Pretending to surrender, I negotiated a public date and watched his luxury car drive away. Then, I pulled out my phone and texted an old college acquaintance. If Cain Reed wanted to control my life, I was going to create a "serious boyfriend" to fight back./0/22196/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3376be9ae08819b88506667025d5877&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fall in Love With a Billionaire
“I don’t f*ck virgins, red.” *** When feisty Eleanor, accidentally stumbles on an arrogant infuriating billionaire Liam James, he's instantly captivated by her. However, on first meeting, he treats her like a piece of dirt. Flaunting his money on her face. Falling for him would be the death of her. But how long can she resist?/0/81955/coverorgin.jpg?v=76a35b4de18be4371ac9919e5817dd89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turns to Vengeance
My marriage to Mark seemed solid, our life comfortable, until his college reunion. I was there as the supportive wife, trying to ignore a growing unease. Then I saw him, too close to Jessica, his high school sweetheart and now his sister-in-law. The "Ten-Year Love Blueprint" he' d detailed for her-not me-was just the first blow. That night, I found Jessica kissing my drunk husband in our home, then overheard the devastating truth: her son, Kevin, was Mark' s, not his brother' s. My perfectly constructed life imploded as Mark dismissed my pain and his mother furiously defended his affair. A reckless car crash, caused by Jessica, led to my miscarriage; Mark, shockingly, blamed me, then his mother coldly announced, "You weren't strong enough." Even my own parents, dependent on Mark's generous support, disowned me for daring to expose his betrayal. Abandoned and broken, the injustice was crushing: how could everyone I loved betray me so completely, leaving me a disposable substitute in a life that was never truly mine? The agony of losing everything, especially my baby, felt unbearable. But a fateful accident unexpectedly offered a dark opportunity for ultimate escape and rebirth, transforming me into a vengeful phantom armed with a meticulous plan for absolute justice./0/86961/coverorgin.jpg?v=715f3c079fefb5fbc25888c85c30175d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession, Her Agony
"I want a divorce, Ethan." The words came out, quiet but steady, hanging in the sterile air as my husband, Ethan, stopped swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He didn' t look at me, but at my reflection in the dark, floor-to-ceiling window. "No," he stated, his eyes cold and empty, "You' re my wife, Autumn. You don' t get to leave." I clutched my suitcase, my knuckles white, heart a frantic drum. He smiled, a slow, cruel curve of his lips, a monster I now saw clearly. "Aren' t you? I own this house. I own the clothes you' re wearing. I own your career, what' s left of it." He ignored my whispered pleas, stroked my hair, then grabbed my arm, fingers digging in. "After what you did? After you killed your sister?" The old accusation, his favorite weapon, slicing me open. "You drove her to it. She' s dead because of you. And you will spend the rest of your life making it up to me." Tears burned my eyes as he yanked me closer, the smell of whiskey on his breath. "You belong to me. In this life and the next. Did you forget your vows? Till death do us part." His hand connected with my cheek, a sharp crack, and I fell, tasting blood. He loomed, not a trace of remorse. "This is your fault, Autumn. All of it." He nudged my suitcase. "Unpack. We' re having dinner with my business partners tonight. Wear the blue dress. And smile." Lying there, a plan began to form. He was right about one thing. Only death would part us. So I would die./0/85866/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e69c61cb9f78f6f9dec4b07e90ae847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Ultimate Betrayal
My wife, Scarlett, doubled her company' s stock value overnight, and her idea of celebrating involved a new pair of men, not for her investors, but seemingly for me to "coach." It was the peak of our three-year marriage, a performance where I was a mere accessory, like a thousand-dollar vase-present, but never truly seen. She ordered me, her 'good little cuckold,' to buy protection and champagne for an hour-long tryst with two strangers, right in our penthouse, while her friends tittered with malicious laughter. The final straw broke when she smirked, "You' ve been my good little cuckold for so long, you should be an expert by now." That night, Liam wasn' t just going to buy the champagne; he was going to turn her perfect world upside down./0/33929/coverorgin.jpg?v=e642ee2956825cc34c6d8656960cf996&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter
Soulless - werewolves who have turned rogue with no humanity left, giving in to their beastly urges. Rejection - an act in which your soulmate rejects the mate bond, causing immense pain to the rejected. Moon Goddess - the deity that created the werewolf race whom her creation worship Omega - The lowest ranked wolf in the pack sometimes treated as nothing more than a slave or an object Alpha King/Queen - The rulers of the werewolf nation Runt - The smallest of the wolf pack, usually ignored or bullied for being the smallest Crystalline Thorn grows under the abuse by her father as she trains to take the throne one day and become the Alpha Queen, leader of every wolf in the werewolf nation. She dreams of the day when she meets her mate and be accepted as a strong Queen, especially since she is a runt. But her dream is soon shattered when on the day of an Alliance her mate discovers her "weak" form and rejects her promptly leading to her father disowning her and her hopes to inherit the throne is dashed. But that is the least of her worries. Soon, with the help of Geminie and Amberle, Crystalline learns of a war that has been brewing for thousands of years, of a destiny that has been written in the stars by the original Moon Goddess - Luna - and the Goddess of Destiny - Morai - have placed upon her and her connection to the Lost Princess. Will Crystalline be able to retrieve her throne? Will she accept the mate that rejected her or chose the second chance mate? Or will the weight of responsibility handed to her crush her entirely?/0/83676/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202709&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Five Hundred Thousand Dollar Lie
Three years of playing my guitar until my fingers bled, enduring stale smoke and leering eyes in a Vegas lounge. It was all for him, my fiancé Jax, to pay off a $500,000 debt that threatened his family's legacy. Finally, the "contract" was fulfilled, the debt paid, and I was on my way home, dreaming of our reunion. But when I reached our old apartment, it was empty, a foreclosure notice taped to the door. Panic clawed at my throat as his phone went straight to voicemail, over and over. Then, a notification from a music blog changed everything, showing Jax, my fiancé, beaming with Savannah Monroe at a high-profile Nashville party. The caption: "Nashville's new power couple, Jax Thorne and Savannah Monroe, celebrate their groundbreaking merger." My phone clattered to the dusty floor, my mind unable to grasp the words. I stumbled to the penthouse address listed, only to overhear their voices dripping with casual cruelty. "She'd do anything for me," Jax bragged, his voice cold, "Pure profit." Savannah's syrupy drawl followed, "The loan shark? Seriously? You hired an out-of-work actor from Memphis." My blood ran cold as the truth hit me: the debt, the loan shark, the three years of hell-all a lie, a twisted game orchestrated by the man I loved. "Revenge," Jax hissed, "Her father stole a hit song from my dad. Ruined him. Drove him to suicide. I wanted her to feel what it was like to have everything taken away." My entire life, my sacrifice, my love-it was all a setup, a cruel, elaborate joke. His father was a jealous drunk, a gambler, and the 'stolen song' was a generous gift, not a theft. I was a pawn in a revenge plot based on a lie, completely broken, with nothing left. But as I stood there in the Nashville sun, clutching a small, crumpled piece of paper-a mysterious number for "a true emergency"-a desperate, fluttering hope ignited. I had never used it. With trembling hands, I dialed. "Rothschild, private office." The name echoed in my mind, a legend. "I... I need to speak to Marcus Rothschild," I whispered, "It's an emergency."/0/88682/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac3514396928830fc9d97f827ce12c95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Ultimate Sacrifice
My sister, Jayda, stumbled at a charity gala, splashing a drink near Diamond Hampton' s prized show dog. It was a simple mistake. The reaction was not. Diamond' s security guards, men built like refrigerators, brutally beat Jayda, leaving her crumpled on the polished floor. My husband, Alex Wade, Diamond' s head of security, blocked me from reaching her. "You need to be quiet, Erica," he said, his face an unreadable mask, as his men dragged my bleeding sister away. He dismissed her injuries, claiming she shouldn' t have startled the dog, and forbade me from calling the police or talking to the press. He even threatened Jayda' s life if I caused a problem for Ms. Hampton. Later, he forced me to play my cello for Diamond until my fingers bled, then smashed the instrument. He then demanded I undergo a hysterectomy to appease Diamond, who claimed she couldn' t have children because of him. I was screaming, "That' s not a debt, Alex. That' s a sacrifice. And you' re not sacrificing yourself. you' re sacrificing me!" He let his men drag me to a private clinic where Diamond, in a white coat, watched as a doctor performed the procedure without anesthetic./0/82581/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ef512a05020cf7a15dc0c1d2920bf75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Building My Own Empire
The Travis County Courthouse air felt thick with possibility, or maybe just anticipation. I stood beside Eleanor, ready to get our marriage license, imagining a new life, our life, about to begin. Then her phone buzzed, an email cracking her perfectly calm facade. Her voice thin, she announced her protégé David was in professional meltdown, demanding her immediate presence. Just like that, she left me standing there, marriage license application in hand, and walked away. Minutes later, a text arrived: a confession of an affair with David, a secret pregnancy, and her audacious offer to raise their child as ours. But the humiliation deepened when I returned home to find them intimately entwined on our sofa. As I packed my bags, a video arrived on my phone: Eleanor, with a sneering smile, calling me "unambitious" and "boring," a mere "means to an end." The betrayal hit like a physical blow, curdling into hot, sharp rage. Was this who she truly was? Had our entire relationship been a calculated charade, and I, Michael Thompson, just a pawn in her ambitious scheme? The depth of their cruelty was staggering. Broken, humiliated, and operating on pure adrenaline, I scrolled through my phone, pausing on Sarah Chen's name. "Marry me," I blurted, a desperate, defiant plea. And in a surprising twist, she said yes, igniting an unexpected path forward./0/20632/coverorgin.jpg?v=876666b013c0a43441217ce9a440c1db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ALWAYS BEEN YOU
"Five years and that's all you have to say to me?" he asked. Standing so close she could taste his breath. She wanted to move away from him. But she didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. So she stood right there. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her. "Well... Is there anything else you want me to say?" she asked The side of his mouth moved upwards. He was smiling? Why the hell was he smiling like that? She thought. She didn't remember saying anything funny. "You left... Kitty" he said. "I asked you to stay... Begged you to stay... And you left anyways.. With him. And now you come back... Acting like everything is okay between us...?" There was something about him... She thought. Something about the way he called her 'Kitty' that made her heart flip. He was the only one who called her that. She hadn't even realized how much she missed him calling her that. "You shouldn't have gone with him". He said. "Oh really? Why not? Because you didn't want me to?" she asked. She was starting to get angry. "Yeah that's right" he replied. "And because of what you felt for me -what we felt for each other. When I came near you, you felt an excitement so intense that you ceased to breathe --like you are feeling right now. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And that should have been enough to make you stay" --------------- Katherine has had a crush on Jensen Packard since they were teenagers... But he never notices her as he sees her as his best friends Sister. But what happens when she returns five years later... And Jensen knows he can't let her go for the second time./0/86492/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211830&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, A Million Lies
The phone buzzed, a jarring sound, and it was Liam. His voice, once a comfort, was now a broken mess, choked out words about losing everything in a high-stakes poker game-including his grandma' s house. I abandoned my college dreams, moved to the coast, and spent five grueling years as a nightclub hostess, saving every dollar to pay off his million-dollar debt. But then, the final payment made, I overheard a conversation. It wasn' t a mistake. It was a five-year-long, cruel game orchestrated by Liam and my high school rival, Ashley Thompson, to punish me for being a scholarship student who always came first. Heartbreakingly, a familiar voice, his, dripped with malice: "It was Ashley's idea. She wanted to punish her. And I owed Ashley a favor." My world tilted. The love, the sacrifice, all a twisted lie. When I confronted him, his voice, stripped of pretense, confirmed my worst fears, "You gave them. Don't pin your bad choices on me. You liked being the hero, didn't you?" Later, Ashley came to my door, demanding a five-million-dollar necklace as "repayment" for my academic success, threatening my ailing mother. Then, a "staged" car accident left me bruised, and Liam, ever the actor, rushed me to the ER, only to abandon me for Ashley' s dinner reservation. My mother, manipulated by Ashley' s lies, died tragically trying to escape the nursing home. Liam, once again, dismissed my grief as an inconvenience. I couldn't fathom the depths of their depravity. Why me? Why such calculated cruelty? What kind of monster would use love as a weapon and sacrifice an innocent life for a twisted game? With nothing left but a box of ashes and a broken heart, I booked a one-way ticket to the UK, determined to reclaim my life, to find out who Chloe Davis truly was beyond their game./0/94001/coverorgin.jpg?v=e17c4a15f3ea3a24d15ead88c7ca9ec6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Dumped her Husband after she Found his Secrets
Five years into their marriage, Tobias Stevens faced bankruptcy and was burdened with huge debt. He was in poor health and worked odd jobs at an old warehouse. His earnings were barely enough to cover the rent. To support the family, Dorothy worked by day and collected bottles from roadside bins to sell for money in the evenings, often taking her daughter, Margaret Stevens, with her. On Dorothy's birthday, Margaret surprised Dorothy with a cheap cupcake bought with coins she had saved for half a year. Dorothy was deeply moved. After saving diligently for months, she finally gathered enough money to buy tickets and take Margaret to the amusement park she had always dreamed of visiting. As they reached the entrance, they unexpectedly saw Tobias there. One of his arms was around the waist of his first love, Liza Briggs. His other arm was holding Liza's daughter, Sandra Briggs. They were heading towards the rides. "Daddy..." Margaret called out loudly to Tobias's back. A staff member of the amusement park immediately turned around and stopped Dorothy and Margaret. "Sorry, but the amusement park is closed for a private event hosted by Mr. Stevens today. You'll have to come back another day."/0/25951/coverorgin.jpg?v=026c5f8158e3c4842e6c7777c45cbe73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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