Romance Books for Women
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One-sided love: longing for a heart
"One-sided Love: A Heart's Longing" In "Unilateral Love: A Heart's Longing", we are transported into the life of a woman named Natália Moom. From an early age, she harbored an intense and passionate love for Carlos Sky. As a young woman, she secretly followed him, harboring dreams of a shared future. As time passed, her love only grew, and she finally achieved her goal of becoming Carlos' wife. However, the marital happiness was fleeting, as Carlos never showed a reciprocal love for her. Despite her efforts to win him over and awaken any feelings in his heart, he remained aloof and cold, constantly leaving her with an emptiness in her chest. He didn't show even a flicker of compassion for her, and she wondered if he even remembered the young woman following him so cautiously. As the years passed, Natalia began to feel trapped in a one-sided love affair. In a desperate act to try to pique some interest in Carlos, she decided to use the divorce and the Moom Corporation as bargaining chips, in the hope that it would make him realize her worth and lead her to a new chapter in her marital history. However, her attempts were in vain, as Carlos remained unperturbed, showing himself indifferent to her proposals and her feelings. After the painful divorce, the protagonist is confronted with the bitter reality that her love for Carlos was one-sided from the beginning. She realizes that, despite her tireless efforts, he never loved her back and that her passion was in vain. Now, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, struggling to heal the wounds of unrequited love and find the true happiness she's been denied for so long./0/66950/coverorgin.jpg?v=600f0a303cda2b55b8f02588dc3ff908&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wings of Heart
When fate intertwines two lives, even the strongest challenges cannot break the bond. Haridas, a dedicated airman in the Indian Air Force, and Premlatha, a spirited and intelligent student, find their worlds colliding in unexpected ways. From stolen moments in Delhi to heart-wrenching trials that take them miles apart, their love is tested by tradition, tragedy, and distance. Premlatha's resilience leads her to Kerala, where she unknowingly crosses paths with Haridas's family, while Haridas's unwavering dedication to his career fuels his hope for a brighter future together. In a story where destiny plays a masterful hand, love finds a way to endure. Set against a backdrop of cultural traditions, military life, and the vibrant tapestry of India, Wings of Love is a moving tale of resilience, serendipity, and the triumph of an unbreakable connection./0/18611/coverorgin.jpg?v=41efb4ae03f8c70f1c26587125e619a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover
Life isn't always perfect. And Wanda discovers this when she has to take on several jobs simultaneously to gather enough money for her uncle's surgery. And yet, that was never going to be enough. With a crushing debt hanging over her head due to her uncle's excessive gambling, Wanda chooses the last option she has: make a deal with the Devil-Quincy. She is going to have to sell her own self now. Discover how this dangerous decision turns into a perfect love affair in "Contract With the Devil"./0/46144/coverorgin.jpg?v=5fbde5543b7d3c57be68c92f13a426c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BOSS LADY
The story narrates the excursion of Emily Thompson, the splendid and visionary organizer behind a tech startup, as she faces individual and expert difficulties in laying out her organization as a prevailing player in the tech world. As the organization develops, it wanders into different fields from cutting-edge computer-based intelligence to space investigation, continually pushing the limits of what's conceivable. After some time, the account develops past Emily, winding in the tales of other urgent characters, as they face moral problems, mechanical difficulties, self-improvement, and, surprisingly, interstellar connections. The story develops from an individual story of desire and versatility to a fantastic account of mankind, man-made consciousness, and infinite investigation. It fills in as a demonstration of the force of vision, values, coordinated effort, and the unstoppable soul of investigation./0/85879/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef1c787c1e3b487cb0705efb506c5cc7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears a White Dress
On the eve of my dream wedding, everything seemed perfect with my charming fiancé, Ethan Blackwood. Our partnership was built on mutual respect and shared ambitions, or so I believed. Then, his mother raised a toast to Chloe Hayes, the "dead" childhood friend Ethan rarely spoke of, the girl who supposedly died saving him. The next day, as I walked down the aisle, all eyes were on me, but Ethan' s were fixed on the church doors. A stunning woman stood there, frail but firm, her voice echoing, "Ethan? I came back for you." My groom' s face went white. He whispered, "Chloe?" In front of the city's most influential people, Ethan stumbled towards her, pulling her into a desperate hug, completely forgetting I existed. My white silk dress turned into a humiliating shroud as cameras flashed, capturing my public discarding. He finally looked at me, with no love, no apology, just annoyance. "Olivia," he stammered, "I… I' m sorry. I don' t know what' s happening." His attention quickly returned to Chloe, whom he shielded, calling her "fragile" and leaving me abandoned at the altar. The headlines screamed: "Billionaire Groom Abandons Bride at Altar for Ghost of Dead Girlfriend!" My parents, concerned only about stock prices and reputation, told me to "handle this" and "not look weak." I watched as articles about Chloe' s death vanished from the internet, Ethan already controlling the narrative to protect her. Alone in my hotel suite, I wondered, who was I without him? I was just the woman publicly discarded. That night, my phone rang. It was him. "Liv, are you okay?" he asked, but then Chloe' s voice cut in, dripping false innocence, "Oh, Ethan, tell her I' m so, so sorry." My rage finally boiled over. "Get her off the phone, Ethan!" He defended her, spoke of his guilt, then offered to "compensate" me. I laughed, a bitter sound. "You think this is about money?" I was a placeholder. The moment his ghost became flesh, I was disposable. He pressured me, "Liv, please, just try to be reasonable." I gave him an ultimatum: "You tell her to leave. You come back here and explain yourself to me, alone." Chloe wailed in the background, "Oh, Ethan, she hates me!" His voice hardened, blaming me, "Do you hear that, Olivia? Is that what you want? To be this cruel?" I hung up, the phone clattering to the floor. He was still in love with her. I was the third person in a two-person story. With cold resolve, I pulled off my engagement ring and threw it out the window. Then, I called my agent. "Book my flight. I want to leave tomorrow."/0/48647/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525224730&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Babysitting the mute billionaire
Ava Adams tolerated living with her stepfather and her douchebag of a stepbrother. She lived her life being maltreated by them until luck smiled on her and she got a job to work in the Kings'mansion as a babysitter. She was glad to leave the hell hole she called a home. She got the shock of her life when she found out it wasn't a little boy she would babysit, but a grown up man. A very sexy, mouthwatering one at that. Fate brought Alexander King, the young billionaire and the master of the mansion to her. He got into an accident few years before and was not his normal self. What are you doing? Read more to find out how their journey of love began and who made Alex that way. Will their love prevail? Will Alex take revenge on those who made him that way?/0/37540/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250115172632&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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=20260106205105&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./0/86505/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106224428&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./0/80404/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193522&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family That Framed Me Mad
Ashley’s life is a cycle of hope and heartbreak. Every boyfriend, no matter how sweet, always leaves her after a chilling meeting with her adoptive father, Mike. This “meeting” always takes place in his sinister tool shed, a place that mysteriously changes everyone who enters. After her latest love, Tom, exits the shed utterly disgusted, Ashley, a successful freelance writer, confronts Mike. This spirals into a terrifying incident with a knife, forcing her to call 911. But when the police arrive, the horror intensifies. Mike, shockingly calm, convinces them that Ashley is paranoid. The tool shed, to their eyes, is just a shed. Betrayed by the very system meant to protect her, Ashley is painted as mentally unstable and ultimately coerced into a psychiatric facility. Even her adoptive mother, Susan, initially a fleeting source of hope, falls prey to the shed’s influence, turning against her. Isolated and branded delusional, Ashley is tormented by one burning question: What unspeakable secret does that ordinary shed hold that destroys every relationship and twists every mind, leaving her utterly alone and without recourse? Just when all hope seems lost in the sterile confines of "Serene Pines," a shocking encounter with a familiar face from her past cracks open the possibility of a truth far darker and more sinister than she could ever imagine./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=20260106210121&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=20231218100424&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=20260106202154&imageMogr2/format/webp)
