Romance Books for Women
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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./0/21427/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e0002e5d5c081af7c0da881b40fc397&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Game Of Chase
Running away from the dark past of her life, Sofia McCommer is determined to start new and prove her worth to her family by joining her family business that's close to bankruptcy. Scorched by life, Adrian T Larsen, the powerful business magnet has become a man no one wanted to cross paths with. With only darkness filled in his dead heart, he doesn't know what kindness is, and has an intense hatred for the word: love. And then comes the game. A game of ignoring the cold-hearted playboy Sofia plays with her friends at a Saturday night club. The rules were simple: Ignore the billionaire, hurt his ego and get out. But little did she know that getting out of the paws of an injured tiger wasn't an easy thing to do. Especially when the infamous businessman, Adrian Larsen's male ego was at stake here. Bound by fate when their paths clash with each other more than Sofia ever expected, when the powerful billionaire barges into her life, sparks and desire start to test her resistance. But she has to push him away and keep her heart locked to keep both of them safe from the dangerous shadows of her past. The dark past that always lurked around. But can she do that when the devil has already set his eyes on her? She has played a game, and now she has to face the consequences. Because when a predator is teased, it's supposed to chase.../0/84784/coverorgin.jpg?v=17b244b8e132e464bc98328bd08fc17d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Turning Back Now, Liam
The sheets were still warm, Liam' s scent clinging to the pillows, a familiar comfort in his minimalist apartment. This was our routine for years-best friends who' d blurred the lines into something I thought was real, a future we were building. Then he walked out of the bathroom, casually announcing Olivia, his high school "what if," was back in town; my architectural advice, my city knowledge, repurposed for her date. The name hit me, cold and hard, a revelation that crumbled my world: I was just a convenience, an "easy" placeholder until his long-lost love returned. He left for Olivia' s date, leaving me shattered and exposed in his bed, the realization hitting me like a physical blow-I was simply a tool in a game I didn't even know I was playing. The ultimate betrayal came when he and Olivia, after a car accident where he only cared for her scraped wrist, accused me of being dramatic, and Olivia herself, a toxic sweet poison, physically attacked me, turning Liam' s hatred directly on me. "You psycho! You attacked her!" he roared, utterly convinced by her performance, telling me I was "dead to him." My world, my love, my trust-all annihilated in one devastating night, with the final blow being his utterly blind, unwavering belief in her lies. I watched my life with him, 20 years of friendship and love, reduced to ashes by his callous disregard and an impossible betrayal that left me no choice. There was only one way out, one way to reclaim myself from the ruins he had created. I booked a one-way ticket to Vienna, leaving everything behind, finally ready to build a life on my own terms, block by block, note by note, without him./0/83689/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd966fcd3e21c1bf01d6dcbfe2fc20be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wife Undisclosed: The Ultimate Power Play
My manager Brenda was hounding me for content to revive my flat music career. To get her off my back, I casually posted a mirror selfie wearing my husband, NFL superstar Liam O' Connell' s, custom varsity jacket. Within an hour, my phone exploded. The internet went wild, declaring I was faking it for clout, trying to ride the coattails of a man I supposedly didn' t know. Then pop star Ashley Vance, who' d been aggressively pushing a fake "power couple" narrative with Liam, jumped in. She posted a picture of herself in a cheap knockoff, publicly accusing me of being "fake talent with fake everything." Her millions of fans, the "Vance Vipers," swarmed my social media, tearing me apart. They called me a clout-chasing wannabe, comparing me to Ashley and saying she wore it better. It was a vicious online assault, fueled by lies and jealousy. The absurdity of it all burned me. How could something so innocent twist into this public circus, all while the truth – that Liam was my husband – remained a secret? Was I supposed to just take it? My answer came in the form of a reality TV show offer. "Paradise Match" wanted me. And Ashley Vance was already on the cast list. I accepted. Game on./0/21740/coverorgin.jpg?v=05a24b0267148c36b4235f01ebbe24bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Soft Moans
Soft moans that's what she calls it. Her moans unheard by her sleeping parents down the hall, as her brother's tool drills into her wet hole. She swallows her screams of pleasure, her nails sinking dip into his manly back, her voice whispering words of encouragement in his ear. Her hips moving in rhythm with his body movement. This is wrong and she's well aware of it. ******* It had started as a mere attraction, a mere attraction from one sibling to another but what started as a mere attraction became lust, pure lust. Aaron and Alexia are twins from birth, they both did everything together, growing up they fell in love with each other but each of them tried hiding their feelings for one another. But such feelings of lust couldn't be hiding for that long, such feelings for desires couldn't be held back. Both twins find themselves giving in to the pure lust between them and finds it really hard to change their relationship back to the way it was before. The deed has been done, there was no changing anything. Would Alexia and her brother get to stop the taboo they are already entangled in? Would the lust between them turn to love? Would their dirty secret come out in the open? Read!! Read!! Read!! To get all the answers./0/82594/coverorgin.jpg?v=adad43d9f014a40f3eacccf3500bde8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Your brother, my husband
Naomi Thompson was blissfully preparing for her wedding to Alexander Darlington, the man she had loved since high school. But what should have been a romantic visit to his apartment turned into a nightmare, she found clues-Rachel's clothes and whispered conversations-that revealed a shocking betrayal. Instead of the fairy-tale ending she had dreamed of, Naomi was forced to confront the painful truth: Alexander had been unfaithful. Her world shattered just days before her wedding. In a desperate attempt to escape reality, she had a one-night stand with a stranger-only to later discover he was her fiancé's elder brother, Raymond Darlington. Naomi ran from the marriage, vowing never to return. But five years later, she comes back with a new identity, Erica Smith, and a mission-to reclaim what rightfully belongs to her. To achieve this, she must enter into a contract marriage with Raymond Darlington. Will her plans for revenge stay intact, or will fate have a different path in store for her?/0/86505/coverorgin.jpg?v=c888c5ec76a8f38431665ce5e3ffcd36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Unveiled: A Vengeful Bride
"I don' t want to marry him, Mom." The words were a whisper, a desperate plea from the master suite that was supposed to be my bridal sanctuary. My wedding was tomorrow, everything paid for, hundreds of people coming. Yet my mother, steady as ever, offered a way out: a ticket to Florence. Just hours before my dream wedding, I stumbled upon a nightmare. From my balcony, soft lights illuminated the shocking truth: my fiancé, Liam, the celebrated tech genius, was locked in a deep, familiar kiss with my stepsister, Chloe. It wasn' t just a stolen moment; it was a betrayal that shattered eight years of my life. I confronted my father, seeking solace, but he sided with Jessica, Chloe' s manipulative mother, who mocked my pain. He dismissed my feelings, accused me of hysteria, and finally, tragically, raised his hand to me in defense of his new family. The sting on my cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the agony of knowing my own father chose them over me. Later, I discovered the true depths of Liam' s deceit. Security footage revealed him admitting I was merely a "ticket in," a stepping stone for his career, while his heart had always belonged to Chloe. He wore her picture in a locket, planning our future while loving her. The man I knew was a carefully constructed lie. The grief hardened into a cold, fierce resolve. I wouldn' t just disappear. My wedding day would still happen, but it wouldn' t be a celebration of love. It would be my stage for justice, a meticulously planned takedown. I was no longer the victim; I was the architect of their destruction, ready to pull the cornerstone from the empire Liam had built on my lies./0/22053/coverorgin.jpg?v=46a34e9f2254411a8dde4b4ce6dcb15f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Life Of Adrianna
CONTAINS MATURE AND SEXUAL SCENES RATED 18+ © All right reserve. When a woman who is addicted to sex had a sexual fling with the plumber, it becomes a thing of blackmail. Adrianna, who couldn't control her sexual urges thought that if some women get away with cheating, she should get away with it too. It was not easy with Mustapha. Her life and relationship with her fiancé was almost ruined. The moment he pulled the trigger, Adrianna thought it was over for her. But she survived because life still had more in store for her./0/82907/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201538&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband She Left For A Call
For five years, I, Ethan Miller, was the steady anchor in Sarah's life, a well of quiet devotion for a love she never truly reciprocated. Our marriage was a beautiful, empty shell, and I, her husband, felt increasingly like a ghost she barely saw. Then Mark Vance, her college flame and unaddressed obsession, reappeared. The facade swiftly crumbled. My gut clenched discovering her hidden shrine of his photos, and watching her eyes sparkle for him, while for me, they were always flat. The final, devastating blow came with finding a positive pregnancy test – and Mark's intimate email to her, discussing "our baby" and a shared future. My wife was pregnant with his child, right there in our home, and he was claiming paternity. The humiliations piled on: she introduced me to Mark as someone who "helps with things," ditched my award ceremony for his event, and callously abandoned me in a hospital bed for his phone call. My life, my very existence, was systematically erased from her world, replaced by him. How could she be so oblivious, so savagely dismissive of the man who had poured his soul into making her happy? The silent anger gnawed at me, a cold, hard certainty solidifying deep within. This was no longer just grief; it was a profound disgust for the sheer scale of her betrayal. So, while she was busy celebrating her engagement to Mark—on our fifth wedding anniversary, no less—I sent her a video. In it, I calmly laid out every lie, every deception, every cruel slight. Attached was the signed, finalized divorce decree. Our cooling-off period was over. Our marriage was a relic. I was done. And I was leaving./0/85410/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9a7be67f6e1e6b6a06d5e34774f90ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Home-Wrecker Was Her Lover
I'd been gone seven years, building our future, tending to my dying grandmother, holding onto the promise of coming home to my wife, Chloe. Then came the punch-a brutal, public assault from a man in a black baseball cap. He screamed, "You home-wrecker!" while cameras materialized, flashing like a firing squad. Reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking if it was true I was screwing Chloe Davis and getting paid for it. Chloe Davis. My wife. The questions made no sense. My attacker ripped off his sunglasses, revealing Mark Jensen, a celebrity athlete, who then threw intimate photos of him and Chloe at my feet. "I'm her boyfriend!" he bellowed to the media, pointing to an expensive watch, a gift from her. "What does a bum like you have?" Boyfriend? For years? My mind reeled. The woman I'd been married to for seven years? The confusion curdled into pure, incandescent rage. I pulled out my worn leather wallet, clutched a folded document, and held it high for everyone to see. "What are you talking about?" I yelled, my voice shaking with fury. "I'm her lawful husband!" A collective gasp went through the crowd. They'd come to expose a kept man, but the real home-wrecker was the one who threw the first punch./0/37071/coverorgin.jpg?v=13a977841c29172b51de19234e8c40fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Madness in Love
Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment. "Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early." She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her? "Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me." He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends on Minal while saying that. Feeling his lips on her neck, Minal feels like losing herself. "Shah Zain please....." For the last time, she tried to free herself from his hold. But Shah Zain again stops her from uttering anything. He just wants to feel Minal's closeness with himself. He wants to say how much he loves her./0/86818/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212552&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected No More: My True Lover
The cold, damp air clung to me as I stood on the porch of the Hayes family home. It was late, the kind of late where the world feels heavy and silent. I swallowed hard and asked Mrs. Hayes, "Is it true? That Liam... that he's been in love with me? His whole life?" Her brilliant smile was the answer, confirming a devotion I hadn't recognized. For years, I had held a secret, hopeless love for my adoptive brother, Ethan Miller, who had practically raised me. Sketchbooks filled with his face were my hidden treasure-until he found them. His face wasn' t just shocked; it was filled with pure disgust. "This is sick, Chloe," he spat, throwing the sketchbook at my feet. From that day, my life became a living hell. His new girlfriend, Madison Lee, my college roommate, systematically framed me for everything. Ethan, my Ethan, believed her every time, his cold, disappointed eyes killing a piece of me with every glance. The final blow came when he announced their wedding, then threw me out of the house. The Chloe who loved Ethan Miller died that night. Tonight, a new Chloe was born, one who would sever every tie and burn every bridge. I doused my sketchbooks in lighter fluid and watched them burn, his smile turning to ash. I texted Liam Hayes one word: Yes. He immediately replied, I'm on the first flight back. Don't go anywhere. I'm coming home. Ethan stood, his eyes wild with confusion, as he stared at the burning remains of my past. "Why?" he demanded, as I quoted him, "Because they're disgusting. You said so yourself." I announced my engagement to Liam, on the exact same date as his wedding. My parents nodded, relieved, but Mrs. Miller's smile faltered. "But... Chloe, that's Ethan and Madison's wedding day." "I know," I replied. "It's a good day to start a new life."/1/101836/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222007&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Died Alone, My Spirit Watches
"We'll release one woman. Your choice, Mr. Shannon." Facing the kidnappers, my husband didn't hesitate. He pointed at his sobbing high school sweetheart, Flora. "Release Flora," he commanded, his voice steady. "She's fragile. Adrianne is tough enough to handle this." I tried to tell him I was bleeding, that I was pregnant with our first child, but he pushed me toward the knife without a backward glance. "Don't be dramatic, Adrianne," were his last words to me. I died alone in that cold, dark basement. But my soul didn't leave. I hovered invisibly, watching as my husband ignored calls from my phone for two days. He told his friends I was just "playing games" to punish him for saving Flora. He didn't know those calls were from my killers, laughing at his stupidity while his wife lay dead. It wasn't until my brother dragged him to the morgue and ripped the sheet off my body that his arrogance finally shattered. "She was carrying your child, you idiot!" Staring at my pale, lifeless face, the crisis manager who thought he could fix everything fell to his knees, a broken man. But tears won't bring me back. And now, he has to pay./0/83220/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c20664c7d38dbbc8af7c2683015478a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Lies: Her Unshakeable Peace
I was blinded by love, pouring every spare cent and endless late nights into his dreams, even passing on a scholarship to stay by his side. Graduation day was meant to be my triumph, valedictorian honors awaiting, my future with Ethan stretching bright before us. But instead, the Dean's grave voice announced an accusation of academic fraud, and my name was tragically linked with Chloe' s, Ethan' s 'childhood friend,' who feigned innocence. "It was mine," Chloe sobbed, loud enough for the microphone, "Sarah stole my work." Then, the man I loved, my everything, stepped forward, not for me, but to embrace her, publicly declaring his belief in Chloe' s lies, accusing me of bullying. My world didn't just crumble; it turned to dust. My diploma was instantly withheld, my honors stripped, and my future, painstakingly built, evaporated into thin air. Every eye in that auditorium judged me, condemned me, while the man who once swore to build an empire with me watched my humiliation, his face a mask of cold righteousness. How could the man who promised eternal love betray me so easily, abandoning me to public ruin for a fabricated story? The searing pain of that injustice fueled every step as I fled, leaving behind my shattered past. Five years later, I returned to a college reunion, a woman transformed, only to find Ethan on one knee, holding a diamond, naively believing he could reclaim the girl whose life he ruthlessly destroyed./0/85723/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ba8a533f7dafcb277fa52603fec88fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Wedding Bells to Shattered Dreams
Five years. That' s how long I' d spent in Paris, dreaming of New York, of the life Liam and I would build. I was finally back, holding the custom cufflinks for our wedding, ready to surprise him at a fancy hotel where he' d told me to meet him for dinner. But I got the surprise instead. I saw him, laughing, his arm around Chloe, his assistant-the same girl who' d made my high school a living hell. They disappeared into the hotel, and moments later, his call came through, breezy and apologetic. "Something huge has come up. I' m deep in negotiations with a crucial client, I can' t get away. We have to postpone dinner." A crucial client. In a luxury hotel room. Then, Chloe' s text: a barrage of photos-Liam kissing her, her in Liam' s shirt, a selfie of them entering the hotel, her lips on his cheek. Underneath: "Hey old friend, long time no see. I' ve got my eyes on your fiancé, no need to give him up, I' ll just take him." The initial shock gave way to a cold, clear calm. The love, the devotion-it felt like a stupid joke. When Liam finally came home, I was packing. He tossed a cheap Eiffel Tower keychain on the table, a souvenir from his "client meeting." Then I heard his friends, Mark and Josh, laughing in the hallway, letting themselves in. "Is he still in there with Chloe?" Mark whispered loudly. "Of course," Josh snickered. "He' s got Ava flying back thinking they' re getting married, while he' s screwing his assistant. He' s a legend." "He says Ava' s a bore. And she doesn' t have that ugly scar on her back." The scar. The one Chloe gave me, pushing me down stairs. The one he' d comforted me about. And then, later, Liam came in with Chloe, her hand snaked around his arm. "Chloe needed a place to stay for a few days. Her apartment has a pest problem," he said, pouring her wine, in our home. Then I saw the prenatal vitamins behind the coffee maker. She wasn' t visiting. She was nesting. Chloe emerged from the bedroom, wrapped in Liam' s bathrobe, fake tears in her eyes. "I' m so sorry. I' ll just go sleep on the street." Liam rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Look what you did! You made her cry! Apologize to her right now, or get out." I stared at him, at the stranger he had become. "Fine," I whispered. I grabbed my bag and walked out into the pouring rain. He pulled up beside me in his car. "Get in, Ava. Stop making a scene." I kept walking. He accelerated, then slammed the brakes, splashing dirty water all over me. "This is what you wanted, right? To be a martyr? Fine. Have fun." He sped off, leaving me bruised, wet, and heartbroken. But then my phone buzzed. It was my grandfather' s assistant. "Miss Miller, your engagement to Mr. Ethan Hayes has been formally agreed upon by both families." Liam' s older brother. The direct opposite of him. One engagement ended in a threat, and another began with a phone call. I knew then that this wasn't the end. It was a new beginning./0/21271/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a969a47f5dbc0e9a8d2cb1fab73e866&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CEO'S BED WARMER
Meet Steve, a young billionaire, pompous , arrogant,whose heart was shattered by her ex girlfriend as a result of love, swore to take his revenge to every ladies he come across, he became a bed warmer sleeping with different women , both married and single ended up destroying many of their lives Meet julia, her secretary whom doesn't give a damn about him being arrogant , what will happen when the boss decides to teach her a lesson that she will never forget What will happen when the women decide to come together to revenge on how steve shattered their lives especially caro who ended up aborting two babies for him read as the secrets unfold/0/81343/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dc2d48946e9043ccde8076f4c10676b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When His Past Met Present
My argument with Jake still echoed, his excuses about Emily ringing in my ears. I drove to our old, tiny apartment, a monument to a past that now felt like a cruel joke. My comfortable suburban life, built on what I realized was a lie, mocked me. My Jake, the boy I married, was gone, replaced by a stranger. That stranger was having an affair with Emily, a young woman we' d once helped, and then the ultimate betrayal: Emily appeared on my doorstep, tearful and pregnant with Jake' s child. The irony was a bitter pill. While I reeled, my own body betrayed me. A miscarriage. Our baby, gone before I even knew it was there, while his mistress carried his. His true callousness emerged later. He confessed his twisted logic: years ago, after an illness, I' d been told conceiving might be difficult. Desperate for a child, he' d arranged for Emily to carry his baby. The monstrous deception: she' d disappear, and we' d raise the child as our own. He thought I' d be happy for this sick manipulation of my deepest desires. Disgust curled in my gut. My entire life with him was a brutal, calculated farce. Just as the last shred of my world crumbled, a thud from the bedroom jolted me. There he stood. Not the man who' d shattered my life, but a ghost of love lost. Eighteen-year-old Jake, confused, innocent, staring directly at me. The boy who was once my lifeline, now a stark, impossible reminder of everything I' d lost, and everything I still had to fight for./0/22992/coverorgin.jpg?v=f912cbbabf4c486817b64ebd5faf057c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Happy Together
“We'll be married for only a month. After that, we'll get divorced immediately.” Even though their marriage had been arranged by their great-grandfathers before they were born, he believed that such a rude and noisy woman like her didn’t deserve to be his wife. Little did they know then that they were destined to be together. Hiram, the handsome young CEO who could never be turned on by a woman, and Rachel, the beauty who somehow brought bad luck onto all the men she went on a date with, were getting married, against all odds./0/54436/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
