Romance Books for Women
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The House-Husband Who Was Rex
I gave it all up. My reputation as "Rex," the undefeated legal titan of LA, my multi-billion dollar cases, the power, the respect. For three years, I was just Ethan Miller, Olivia Hayes's devoted husband, the "house-husband" who cooked, cleaned, and managed her life, hoping she'd finally truly see me. But her world revolved around Julian Vance, her celebrity ex-boyfriend. Every conversation, every decision, every raw emotion was for him. I thought I'd hit rock bottom when she casually bought me a new suit, only for me to realize it was a gift for Julian. Then, at Julian's lavish birthday party, he publicly confessed his "undying love" for Olivia. She cried, heartbroken, while I stood by, dismissed as her "support" and the punchline of a cruel joke. Not once did she defend me. I'd quietly driven myself to the ER after she fussed over Julian's tiny scratch instead of my bleeding, deeply cut hand. I'd listened to her colleagues pity me, calling me a "saint" for tolerating her obsession. But that night, seeing her openly weep for a man who wasn't her husband, after all I' d sacrificed… a freezing clarity washed over me. Why had I wasted three years? Why had I become invisible? How could I have been so blind? My foolish support had only enabled her toxic obsession. When I walked out of that party, I wasn't just leaving Olivia; I was burying Ethan Miller. Rex was coming back, and he was bringing hell with him. Olivia Hayes was about to learn the true cost of underestimating patience, and the man she so carelessly discarded./0/19259/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518104119&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Personal Maid
“Why do you defy me, little dove?” He demanded and Desire was torn. Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together. His blue eyes bored into hers for a while before Desire finally looked away again, waiting for her judgement, her dead judgement for breaking a rule “The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private maid and you’re the only person who has the privilege of this rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?” “I’ll pick the first option, let me die at stake or by hanging. Whichever option suits you, My lord but please just let me die a quick death” Desire pleased with a determined look on her face. A story of love, War, royalty and fate./0/66503/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241130190053&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From High Society To His Service
"In the glittering world of the wealthy elite, a powerful billionaire has everything he desires. But when he meets his new maid, a fallen aristocrat with a mysterious past, his world is upended. As the two fight to suppress their forbidden attraction, the secrets of their pasts threaten to tear them apart. In a battle of love and power, can they survive society's scrutiny and discover the true meaning of love, or will their passion burn out before it even has a chance to ignite?"/0/84337/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e0b66c06e6be6cc151f9d66090127a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress He Threw Away
For five years, I poured my life, my talent, and my unpaid labor into building Ryan Blakely' s dream. I was his graphic designer, his strategist, his every support, believing our shared struggle would culminate in a shared future. Then, live on a pixelated stream, bathed in the glow of his multi-million dollar success, he smiled, that brilliant, camera-ready smile. "I'd like to announce my engagement to the brilliant and beautiful Stella Lawrence." The name hit me like a physical blow. But he wasn't done. He then publicly dismissed me as a "clout-chasing groupie," "good for the struggle, but not for the high life." My world went silent. After everything, he called me trash, then marked me one last time before discarding me with a morning-after pill. The next day, his new fiancée, Stella, called me a "charity case." When I dared speak back, Ryan stormed over, slapped me, and then abandoned me as thugs, hired by Stella, stabbed me in an alley. How could the man I loved, the man I gave everything to, not only humiliate and betray me, but physically harm me and leave me to die? Was our entire five years a lie, or was there something more sinister at play? Just as I lost all hope, a powerful hand shoved Ryan aside. My protector, Andrew Scott, stood over me, instantly revealing my true identity: Gabrielle Fuller, heiress to a tech empire. Now, it was time for Ryan to face the real world he had so carelessly discarded./0/86840/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212658&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Marriage Built On Lies
I thought marrying Noah Harrison was my fairytale. He gave up everything for me – his family, his fortune. He said, "You're all that matters." Then his older brother died, and Noah became the sole heir. His family dragged him back, and I watched as he was molded into a stranger. A stranger whose intimacy was now shared with his widowed sister-in-law, Olivia, in the library, whispers of an heir filling the air. His mother, Mrs. Harrison, began my "training," each lesson a cut, reminding me of my "humble origins." When I found myself pregnant, a secret joy amidst the cruelty, I thought it would save us. I was so wrong. I overheard Mrs. Harrison whisper, "A child from her would be a stain on the family line. We must handle it." After a forced cup of tea, I miscarried violently in a cold hospital room. Then, a chilling clarity broke through my medicated haze. I heard the doctors, talking to Noah outside my room. "A hysterectomy is the only way to prevent future complications." Noah' s voice was firm, "Do it. Whatever it takes to protect her." I believed him. But then I found his locked journal. The pages laid out a truth colder than ice: the miscarriage was orchestrated, the surgery was not to save my life, but to ensure I could never bear a child, never challenge Olivia's secret pregnancy. He had ordered the removal of my uterus to secure his inheritance, to keep me a barren, placid wife. The man who sacrificed everything for me had sacrificed me for everything. The naive girl was gone. Now, only escape remained. I would fake my own death, and it would be spectacular./0/48513/coverorgin.jpg?v=41ba772c33c7228b2c39ce781c413186&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Matchmaking
Isabella met Alexander Montgomery, a billionaire who became interested in her. However, their strong relationship fell apart when a surprising truth came to light. Can they find the strength to let go of their feelings after learning a truth that could destroy their trust in each other? A tall man in a suit confidently swung open the doors to the spacious office where the Director of a renowned matchmaking agency for the wealthy worked. He was also one of the investors in the event, making it easy for him to request what he desired. With the two men following him, they opened the door without waiting for an invitation, but that didn't stop him and let his own enter the spacious room. "Make me a participant." he said, facing the man with his legs on the table. The man just smirked at the serious look he was showing. "What a sudden decision? Something caught your attention?" He asked with a smile. He sat down without saying anything and looked at her seriously. "Someone already caught my attention and I want to know her." The Director grinned widely and put his foot down on the table. It's been two years but he didn't think he would be so eager to meet someone he didn't know who he was and he wanted to get to know him because he looked serious. "Oh? Isn't this one of the girls -" "No, You're aware of how I remained indifferent towards my ex-wife for the past years. This isn't a game anymore. I genuinely want to be compatible with that woman." This is a serious and innocent joke. He tried to be serious but he couldn't because he didn't think that a man who met a woman would be this desperate. Different huh? "Okay." He stood up and reached for his laptop. He personally knows who got the man's attention and why the man is so desperate for a woman he just met. "What's her name?" He asked while looking for the files of the participants in the service. "I don't know." He raised his eyebrows. "You don't know? You didn't even ask his name?" "No, I forgot. Something came." He sighed. "Fine. Maybe her appearance? Describe it." He asked again. "She has long black hair, pale skin, small but pointed nose and green eyes." He raised his eyebrows again. He didn't know anyone with a green-eyed participant. Could this be a new participant? He didn't answer and looked through a file that was just starting to join the service. There weren't too many on the list so he knew he'd see his picture right away. He scrolled down until he reached a photo of a woman without make up so I can see her green eyes in the photo. He clicked her details but it didn't have much information and it looks like she attended the event you held the other day for the first time. He turned around his laptop so the man could see what was in the photo. "Is she that woman?" He pointed to the letter on the laptop. Even though the woman had no make-up and her posture was simple in the photo, he immediately recognized her. A smile appeared on his lips. "That's her. I want to be matched with her." "But you know the rules, you can't just request something like that." "Five million." It stopped at what he said. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her suspiciously. "The match maximum is 500k, you spend five million just to match her?" "That's right. I want to know her. If you're disapproving with the price, I'll mark it up. Name it." He said nothing. The person in front of him shook his head at what he was saying. "You're being desperate now. Huh?" He didn't answer and waited for what he would do next. Naturally, he would be taken back. They weren't discussing pesos; they were dealing in dollars. The maximum they mentioned was 500,000 pesos, whereas the 5 million he proposed was in dollars! "I'll send you the contract. Since you're late, you'll find the girl yourself. I don't have much information about her because it looks like she's new." He rose from his chair, his movements calculated and determined. "Alright, no problem. Just send over the contract, and I'll take care of it." He pivoted on his heel, ready to make his exit, but the words of the Director sliced through the air, stopping him in his tracks. "If you choose to become a part of her life, be prepared to stand your ground until the very end. Because, my friend, you might just find yourself regretting your decision." Those were the last words he heard before he left./0/39909/coverorgin.jpg?v=efa9d70b01d9a5cb7806dd63ff41ceb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY GIRLFRIEND IS A BUNNY
Camila Anthony, Was tagged as the most useless and the most ugliest among her two siblings. She had no friends in School, at Home or anywhere. She Fell in love with an handsome guy in the same class she was, it was a one sided love until he got to find out Camila was in love with him. As time went on, he fell in love with Camila too and at the same day he wanted to confess his love to her, Camila lost her memory and everything about her changed./0/84650/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205018&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear Wife, Let's Divorce!
The boardroom was silent, captivated by my Apex Tower presentation-the culmination of my career, projected onto the massive screen. But instead of my schematics, a live feed of our meditation room flickered on, revealing my wife, Sarah, in a tender embrace with another man, Mark. A collective gasp, then stunned silence. My meticulously built world crumbled, my dignity in ruins before my investors and team. How could the woman I' d worshipped for fifteen years, the angel who supposedly saved my life, do this? It was a betrayal so profound, I couldn't comprehend it. Was our entire life a carefully constructed lie? I retreated, shattered, only to uncover a chilling conspiracy that turned my heartbreak into a burning desire for retribution, setting in motion a fight for my very survival./0/25204/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c089405e349d3c2f43e4893853f0263&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beloved Substitute
"One rainy night: Morris Shaw was chased and killed, accidentally hit Aria Rice, so, Aria took him home, escaped the robbery. Seeing him covered in blood, she thought he was a murderer, so she avoided him after that. MK Multinational Group: Without wealthy-family background, Aria was often bullied by her colleagues as an intern. On that day, the president came to inspect the company and all Aria’s colleagues dressed up beautifully in order to attract the president. Only she went to buy an ice cream and ran into the president when she came back. Morris: ""it seems that you like ice cream very much."" The murderer? The president? How could he be her boss?"/0/23327/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220816183254&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unselfish Shelter
[HIS SERIES BOOK #3] “You’re my light, my love, and my shelter.” –Gabriel Elizar. He chose to chase her. From the moment he laid his eyes on her, he began to fall deeper. But not all love story deserves a happy ending. Things ended up so bad, resulting into a multiple heartbreaks. As Gabriel finally realized that the woman he loves wasn’t destined to him, he decided to give up. He came back to his unselfish shelter, the woman he never thought of as his love. The woman who is willing to provide a home for his wrecked heart./0/78393/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41a020fcabb20f869d27f35cb518e71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jelly Love
Aitana has a steady hand with nail polish and undeniable talent with a brush. At the prestigious Luna spa, her viral designs have made her one of the most sought-after manicurists among influencers, models, and agency staff. But everything comes crashing down when a furious client accuses her-in front of everyone-of dating her boyfriend. The proof: a social media story with the unmistakable hallmark of her jelly nails. Humiliated and warned by management, Aitana tries to rebuild her image while the real cause of the scandal, Iker-owner of Glow Agency, attractive, addictive, and manipulative-reappears in her life as if nothing had happened. Aitana swears she won't fall for it again. But while she files, buffs, and paints her nails, she begins to hear repeated confessions. Many of her clients, unknowingly, share more than just nail polish and secrets: they've also been with Iker. And there's something else Aitana doesn't dare share. Something that grows in silence. In an environment where everything is leaked, everything is judged, and everything is recorded, keeping a secret could cost you more than your job. Between love scandals, rivalries between promoters, reputations that crumble like battered nails, and decisions that will change her life, Aitana must choose whether to write this story with brilliance... or cut it short before it hurts more. Between nail polish, secrets, and broken hearts... Aitana also has one that beats for two./0/85902/coverorgin.jpg?v=468b8b9225489c544818f78a1dfd5750&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Control
The rain that had veiled Emily' s funeral still clung to my black dress as I approached Mark' s gleaming penthouse, a place that now felt like a tomb. The elevator opened directly into the living room, and the first thing I heard was Mark' s easy laughter, a sound that felt like a physical blow. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, oblivious, while I, his fiancée, had just buried my little sister. His eyes swept over me, from my damp hair to my scuffed shoes, and disgust flickered across his features. "Sarah. What are you doing? You didn' t follow protocol," he hissed, stepping back as if I carried a plague. Then, he grabbed the worn leather purse Emily gave me, holding it like a dead rat before dropping it into his high-tech trash chute. "Now go," he commanded. "Get out. And don' t come back up until you' re clean." That' s when I saw it. He wasn' t afraid of germs. He was afraid of losing control. He never touched my dying sister, citing "contamination risk," but freely shared mai tais with his assistant, Lisa, and her family in Hawaii, while Emily withered in an impersonal hospice. Every humiliating cleansing ritual, every compromised dream, every sacrifice I made for this man-it was never about love. It was about breaking me, about proving I was worth nothing. Something inside me, long dormant, finally shattered. I didn' t go to the sanitation suite. I walked out of that building, leaving behind his sterile, loveless world. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I was never going back./0/72292/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250419120217&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veil of Vengeance
What would you do if you discovered that the person you trust most has betrayed you in the cruelest way? Ana found out when she saw her boyfriend, Javier, in bed with her best friend. The love she thought was perfect crumbled in seconds, and with it, all the illusions she had built alongside her beloved. Torn, confused, and devastated, Ana decides to face a truth she never imagined: the lie has been her companion all this time. But in the midst of the chaos, something within her ignites-the desire to heal, to become herself again. As the memories of a love that now seems unreal resurface, Ana embarks on a journey full of pain but also self-discovery. Each step forward reveals new facets of herself and what she truly wants in her life. And while Javier continues to seek a second chance, Ana wonders: is it possible to leave the past behind and find a love that values her for who she truly is? Veil of Vengeance is an intense story of betrayal, growth, and second chances. Discover with Ana that true strength doesn't lie in forgetting but in learning to love yourself first. An emotional journey that will capture you from the very beginning and won't let you go until the last word./0/82304/coverorgin.jpg?v=5429eff3983fc7cc5edbb4dfa7837b1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scripted Villain's Second Chance
I loved Isabella fiercely, my childhood sweetheart, the sunshine of my life. Our families were bound, our futures intertwined. I thought we were destined. Then came the betrayal. She shattered my family's legacy, my parents' health, and finally, my very life. As I lay dying, brutally tortured, I saw her, cold and triumphant, with Daniel Chen-the man she loved, whose 'death' she believed I orchestrated. My last, agonizing thought: This was never my story. I was just the villain, a disposable pawn for their destined romance. My parents ruined, my loyal dog, Max, cruelly taken on her orders-all for their 'happy ending.' The cosmic injustice hit harder than any physical torment. How could my entire existence be nothing more than a manipulated plot device? A tragic footnote in someone else's grand love story? The sheer absurdity, the profound unfairness, was suffocating. But then, I gasped. I wasn't dying. I was back. Years before my horrific end. I remembered this exact moment: the breaking point. This time, I knew the script. And I would burn it all down before it burned me again. My life, my rules./1/102328/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns
To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat. While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa. He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture. The breaking point came the night I went into labor. Dante didn't hold my hand. He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room. So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost. I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie. When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name. He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone. He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe. It took him three years to find me again. He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son. "I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything." I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army. "You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly. "If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."/0/37876/coverorgin.jpg?v=60fa43dcc64072da5bcb0a53d14d6f91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Millionaire´s Enigma
Arya, needs money for her mother's surgery. Ayden, needs a surrogate mother so as not to lose her company. The only requirement is that she never touches him. “Are you a virgin?” “I mean, if a vibrator counts.” She notices how Ayden swallows hard and struggles to pass the water. “Number of sexual partners?” “Well I've only had a couple of dildos, turns out the latex ones are very sturdy” she replies smiling. Ayden stands up in annoyance and breaks the good mood in the room. “This is not a fucking game, Miss Arya” says the millionaire threateningly. “Get out.” “No, wait, I was just kidding” she clarifies seriously. “I said, what, get out!” he punctuates each word and slams the table. Arya, who sees her only chance, shattered, regrets having joked as she did, she never thought it would have such consequences. She walks devastated to the exit without expecting anything, now she doesn't know what to do or whom to turn to. She sees many cabs coming and tries to hail one, but instead a dark-colored Aston Martin pulls up in front of her. It is Ayden Emory. “Get in,” he asks, but she ignores him. “Is she always so hard-headed? Get in or no deal.” The hope that it wasn't all overtakes hold of her, and she gets into the sexy millionaire's car./0/42882/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a5aa4b210f81019d78c697bf4c61b62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TAKE ME I'M YOURS
Good only for her Kind only to her Deadly when it comes to her. LETHU My life was normal, as normal as life can get. Alone, lonely, ‘I hate my job’ kind of normal until I found out all along I had not really been alone. For six years he has been in my life. For six years he has watched, touched, and held my body as if it was his to hold. It is until I am kidnapped that I meet him, my stalker. No one will touch me with him still breathing. He would burn the whole world to see me smile. Deep, toe-curling, and unconditional love. He would kill for me and he would die for me. He is obsessed and I am obsessed with being obsessively his./0/34278/coverorgin.jpg?v=aea798ebed95cdcdb9d3f9da690f0b94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rise of the fallen kingdom
Rosety was the princess of the kingdom of Farkland and soon to be ruler. but with an unexpected event happening, which led to her losing her family as well as her kingdom. she went in search of help from kingdom to kingdom in order to search for someone who will form an alliance with her and she can finally avenge her people's death and finally take over her own kingdom. but what happens when she was met with the most Arrogant emperor there was and that emperor wants nothing but to bed her. will she be able to resist him or will she give in?. she she finally get the chance to save her kingdom?. Keep reading to find out just what happens in Princess Rosety's life 👇👇👇/0/22076/coverorgin.jpg?v=805c58e8c9ac8c326cb7e11263ee5022&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chubby Chasers
Have you ever wished we lived in a world where people loved us more for what's on the inside then they do what's on the outter parts of us? Well wish no more in chubby chasers you will get the stories of 7 men that are what most would call sexy and 7 very beautiful bigger women. You will get to go on their adventure of finding love.../0/82930/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201456&imageMogr2/format/webp)
