Romance Books for Women
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Bride Behind The Mask
He ruled as the powerful and ruthless king of the magnificent realm of Stonebridge, with the ability to shape his fortunes effortlessly. However, fate led him into a carefully planned marriage of convenience with her. While he projected an image of invincibility, keeping others at a distance, deep down, he held her close in his heart, yearning for her both physically and emotionally. “Marguerite, I searched tirelessly for fifteen long years just to find you. Please, I beg you, never leave me again, alright? I love you more than words can express. From the darkest nights to the first light of dawn, from twilight to every season, my love for you knows no bounds.” He whispered gentle words of affection and endless declarations of love, wanting to share them all with her. Despite her unassuming appearance, she became the precious../0/21764/coverorgin.jpg?v=77a39bc60d13a8aa92e91b0b17d22fee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Guarding the Badboy
Everybody wants to be protected. Everybody wants to be secured. In every story, if you are one of those "important" people, your life will be filled with threats so there are people around you to protect you, the guardians. Sometimes, or almost always, the damsel in distress is always the one being protected. Dreaming of their "Prince Charming" or maybe a "Knight in Shining Armor" ...but now, I will prove to you that a woman can also protect an "important" person... only that... ...he's a badboy. I am guarding the badboy and this is my story./0/99044/coverorgin.jpg?v=01973ccca1d123f5137c7e127411e4fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets Between Hearts Beneath the Lies
Every heart has a secret... But some secrets can ruin everything. Harper never thought that love could lead to betrayal and passion. She is torn between wanting to know the truth and believing the lies. She needs to find the truth before the lies take over her and the people she loves. In a world where trust is low and every heartbeat counts, can love last when hearts are broken? Desire hides betrayal, and passion hides lies. Nothing is safe under the lies, not even love. Can she trust again.... before is too late./0/80428/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a3a18ab95441dfbddf0bafea6557d8b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unspoken Farewell
I was Emily Rose, a top-tier law student, interning at the prestigious Kent Corporation. William Kent, the notorious playboy heir, relentlessly pursued me, and I fell hard, believing I was finally his "one." Old Man Kent had even announced a challenge: the woman who could tame William for six months would be the next Mrs. Kent. I pictured a future, a ring, a life. Then the news broke: Sophia Vanderbilt, William’s society-approved match, staged a public, bloody suicide attempt, blaming me as the gold-digging home-wrecker. William, to save his family's reputation and his own ascent, instantly turned on me, calling me a calculating liar. The Kents ensured my scholarship vanished, my reputation was shredded, and I became a corporate pariah. They didn't stop there; my nurse mother was framed for theft, and my younger brother faced drug charges. My world burned as their lawyers offered a chilling ultimatum: confess and disappear, or my family would face ruin. I refused, and the next day, a black SUV ran a red light. Then, nothing. Until I snapped awake, back at the very Kent gala where William first charmed me – the night it all began. My heart hammered, a wild bird trapped, but this time, it vibrated with a cold, clear resolve. Why was I back? To relive this nightmare, this betrayal? No, this time, I wouldn't be their lamb. I met William's gaze, my eyes cold and flat: "Not yours, Mr. Kent. Excuse me." This time, the game was mine to play./0/85434/coverorgin.jpg?v=8618968b2fe332f69ee0af8aa01435f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love’s End, Her New Beginning
For five years, my life was Liam Vance, the visionary I helped build an empire with, sketching user interfaces on napkins and designing the very buildings that housed his dreams. Then he brought Chloe Davis home, an aspiring influencer all wide eyes and soft smiles, and my world started to crack. He began showering her with affection, calling her "pure," while subtly eroding my confidence, telling me I was "too ambitious," "like a shark." The criticism was a constant hum, culminating in his promise to marry me "just as soon as you learn to be as sweet and compliant as Chloe." The humiliations started small, then grew brutal. I was forced to kneel and spoon-feed Chloe while our friends watched, locked in a freezing server room until I missed a career-defining project, and made a human target for a combat drone, all while his staff called her "Mrs. Vance." Each atrocity chipped away at me, symbolized by the architectural models he' d had custom-made for our future, each one now sinking into the river, a painful reminder of a lie. I had no choice but to endure, trapped by the scholarship he funded for my younger brother, Ethan, my only family, my only weakness. But when, at a public gala, he let his men strip me naked and throw me onto a stage while he proposed to Chloe, something inside me snapped. Then, there was Ethan. In a cold, glass-walled conference room, Liam, fueled by a possessive rage, pulled a gun and shot my innocent brother, killing the only family I had left. The world went silent, everything turning to dust, but in that void, a cold, sharp resolve began to crystalize. I burned the last model, a miniature wedding chapel, watched our future turn to ash, and finally, unequivocally, walked away, leaving him and five years of memories behind./0/85747/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cc4f5e13dd1b24148c9d13acf898a60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage Application: A Fateful Revelation
"Next." The words called out at city hall, flat and mundane, were supposed to usher me into a new life with Chloe, the woman I' d loved for ten years. Chloe nudged me, impatient. "Mark, that's us. Hurry up." But as the clerk took the marriage application, her voice, initially bored, turned sharp: "Mark Peterson and… Kevin Peterson? Is this correct?" Chloe froze, her perfectly sculpted face contorting in confusion and rage. "What did you say?" The clerk pointed, revealing my brother' s name where hers should have been. "That's two male names. We can't process this." Chloe snatched the application, her eyes scanning, then fixed on me, venomous. "Mark! What is this? Why is your brother's name on here? Where's the real application?" In a flash, a memory surfaced: my past life, on my deathbed at 52, Chloe and Kevin holding hands. They demanded I sign divorce papers, asking not about my pain, but about their "true love" having waited so long. For thirty years, they had used me, behind my back, living off my money. The woman I would have died for, in another life, nearly made me. But this wasn't that life. This was my second chance. "There is no other application," I stated, my voice steady, pulling out a blank form. "You and Kevin can fill this one out. I'm sure he'll be happy to sign it." Confusion, then chilling anger warred on her face. Her perfectly crafted world was crumbling, and she had no idea why. She didn't know the story of the man she had betrayed, not really. I walked away from her, not looking back, the marriage application to my brother a stark symbol of her true place in my life-and his. This time, I' d choose my own path./0/38816/coverorgin.jpg?v=c698af4d3c0afa19b148175dc02da05a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ALEXA; BRIDE OF THE DEMON KING
Alexa, a beautiful beautiful girl aged 20, living with her parents who were both supernaturals - a werewolf and a vampire but then, Alexa possesses no powers or abilities as a supernatural. Alexa feels very frustrated as she possesses no abilities as a daughter of the one of the strongest vampire and chosen werewolf. All she ever wanted was to just have her powers so she can live like others. But then a twist came into Alexa's life. Damon, a ruthless reincarnated demon king came into her life and claims to be her mate. She was the mate of an ancient demon king. Alexa however refuses to believe him since they don't have or share a mate bond. They both felt empty towards each other and that was not how mates are supposed to feel. Alexa believes that mates get attracted to each other at first sight but then it happened. That twist alone changed her life. What happens when she was forced to leave her parents and then kidnapped by her ruthless mate? What happens when her mate forces her to get married to him when all that existed between them was hatred? Will love be ever given a chance? Find out answers to your unending questions here!/0/81054/coverorgin.jpg?v=557aa4e32cddbe007cc03a48718354d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Groom's Vengeance
Hollywood's A-list actor, Alex Miller, stood at the altar, ready to marry studio executive Jessica Hayes, convinced it would be the perfect day. But his bride made a grand entrance – not in white, but in a flashy sports car with pretty-boy influencer Ryan Vance, live-streaming her public ditching as "lesson one" in his "cure" for possessiveness. That public humiliation was merely the overture. For months, Jessica orchestrated Alex's systematic dismantling: forcing him to yield coveted roles to Ryan, literally cleaning Ryan's shoes at awards shows, and issuing televised apologies for fabricated incidents. The crescendo hit when Ryan, with Jessica's dark approval, brutally slashed Alex's face and set him ablaze in a studio, as Jessica rescued Ryan and left Alex to burn. Lying in agonizing pain, abandoned to the flames, Alex comprehended the chilling truth: this wasn't love, or even a lesson. It was a calculated, sadistic demolition, designed to break him. The humiliation transformed into an icy, unshakable resolve. What they didn't foresee was Alex's quiet preparation. Already armed with irrefutable hidden evidence, he began a strategic withdrawal, cutting all ties while securing his future. Now, with a new fiancée and a life far from Hollywood's toxicity, Alex is ready to reveal his own "final cut" – a masterpiece of retribution./0/25206/coverorgin.jpg?v=05108b0d32e1130063acec939f3afc9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Gorgeous Mistress
"Vivian Swift is an intern reporter of the SINO Web. In order to dig out tidbits of Jonathan Luke, the President of Burban Mansion with supreme status and countless wealth, Vivian sneaks into his house. Jonathan Luke has been suffering from insomnia and has difficulty falling asleep. But he finds that the smell of the woman who sneaked into his house could make him feel at ease and help him fall asleep. So he offered a contract to Vivian: to sleep with him. One night for ten thousand yuan. Vivian: pervert Jonathan! Later, Vivian's father was critically ill, the company of her family was robbed, and her fiance has an affair. Her life is totally in a mess then. Vivian: Mr. Luke, is the contract still valid?"/0/81367/coverorgin.jpg?v=514a5810b315318ac15aaf46d2b993de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Behind The Billionaire's Amnesia
I gave him my kidney, my world, the man I' d loved for ten years. Ethan Vanderbilt, my everything, needed a miracle after his crash and amnesia. The perfect match felt like fate, a second chance for us. But when I woke up, sore yet hopeful, his mother Eleanor delivered a chilling blow. "Brittany Covington is his fiancée," she declared, "she gave him her kidney." Suddenly, my sacrifice was twisted into a lie, my love erased. Brittany, the woman who'd chased Ethan for years, smirked down at me, claiming his love, his salvation. Ethan, blank-eyed and memory-less, didn't recognize me, then flinched away, commanding, "Get her away from me." I was dragged out of the hospital, shoved against walls, slapped, my side screaming in protest. Later, at our shared penthouse, all my belongings were gone, replaced by hers. He shattered my most cherished vinyl records, then threw the sharp pieces, cutting my cheek, roaring for me to be thrown out like trash. How could ten years of love vanish? How could he believe these lies, these cruel fabrications, and turn into this monster? Was I truly nothing, my life-saving act utterly worthless, my heart and body breaking under their lies? Just when I thought all hope was lost, standing homeless and bleeding on the curb, a kind stranger offered a lifeline. Ethan' s cousin, David Harrison, pulled up. "Get in," he said, and my new life began with a most unexpected proposal./0/81680/coverorgin.jpg?v=63c0519ed527aafbea724f1d0a67c592&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat's Sister
It was my birthday, and my boyfriend Ethan, my rock for three years, promised something truly memorable. He led me to a raging house party, then abandoned me as a group of leering men closed in. I screamed for him, but he just watched, his face chillingly blank, before revealing our entire three-year relationship was a meticulously calculated lie – his twisted plan to make me pay for what his ex, Jessica, claimed my brother had done to her. My humiliation was then meticulously documented and splashed across the internet for the world to witness. I faced relentless cyberbullying, lost my job, and was hounded by Ethan' s goons who enforced his promise: to ensure I lived in constant fear, just as he' d intended. The betrayal was crushing, stripping away my dignity and leaving me broken, tormented by the incomprehensible cruelty and my family's destroyed reputation. Desperate to escape the unbearable shame, I walked to a bridge where we once dreamt of a future, ready to wash away all the pain. But just as I fell, a panicked call from Ethan, followed by Jessica' s furious hospital room confession, revealed a deeper, more chilling lie – a lie I managed to capture, finally empowering me to expose the truth and fight back./0/83088/coverorgin.jpg?v=aebf03b9ae3acae80a74853361b9011f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Was A Lie
I had waited three long years for Dr. Ethan Walker, my brilliant cardiac surgeon fiancé, to return from his selfless medical program in Appalachia. Our lavish engagement party was tomorrow; I dreamed of our beautiful future. Then, his voice cut through the quiet. Low and cold, he confessed his "Appalachian mission" was a lie-he was with Vanessa, and their nearly three-year-old daughter, Lily. He was marrying me solely for my family's connections and a guaranteed directorship. The man I loved and trusted had played me for a fool. When Vanessa later brazenly brought Lily to our home, the child wore my antique locket-my sacred vow to Ethan-around her neck. I watched them intimately, confirming my worst fears. The next morning, Vanessa brutally framed me for poisoning Lily. Ethan, without hesitation, abandoned me amidst screams as I fell and injured my back. The pain of his betrayal, the public humiliation, and his utter contempt for me were suffocating. How could the man I loved so deeply manipulate me, then cruelly cast me aside for a lie? Was our entire relationship a calculated pretense? Crumpled on the floor, my only thought was escape. I called my sister. "Is the offer from the Vance family still open?" I choked out, desperation hardening my voice. "The one for Julian Vance? The recluse? I will marry him."/0/28648/coverorgin.jpg?v=eeec066bf35ba3986ece98975eea5a7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WITCH KINGDOM
The show started and ended exactly the way I wanted it to. A banal story with a banal ending. The hero defeats the villain, thus earning world recognition, and the villain, as it should be, plays the game. What is surprising here? Perhaps the fact that the villain raised his hero himself, prepared the box for himself, and chose how he would meet his end? A hopelessly ill serial killer, a maniac and Satan himself, as people called me, hoping to rest at least in hell, I was suddenly reborn in a new world. A world where everything is ruled by force, deceit and cruelty, where there are no video cameras, the presumption of innocence and other quinoa that restrained human vices. Finally, I got to where I belonged./0/49767/coverorgin.jpg?v=0523c0dcc8d3f701c313da46771b13cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Bride For The Mafia King
After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni - the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect./0/80898/coverorgin.jpg?v=62e5400ce3964057ffc097ee0c1dcacc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Illusions, Reclaimed Life
After eight years of marriage and years of quiet heartbreak, the two pink lines on the pregnancy test finally gave me a desperate surge of hope: our baby, a chance to fix everything with my husband, Ethan. But Ethan, the man I thought was my struggling artist, was secretly having an affair with a twenty-year-old named Alexis, a girl he'd 'rescued,' shattering the illusion of our life. Convinced her absence was the key, I foolishly booked Alexis a non-refundable ticket to a remote wellness retreat, a desperate, naive attempt to save my family. Within hours, Ethan unleashed a cold, precise rage, systematically dismantling my parents' beloved diner chain, a Midwest institution built from nothing, reducing decades of their hard work to rubble in just three days. He then sent his men to our family home, subtly threatening my parents, forcing my proud father to kneel in the town square and publicly apologize for *my* supposed deceit. When I finally confronted him, begging him to stop, he clamped his hand around my throat, slamming me against the wall, his eyes promising devastation far beyond mere financial ruin. Staring into the eyes of the monster he truly was, the man who had dismissed me as too old and 'not vibrant,' I knew the fragile lie of our marriage, and the hope of our child, could not survive. To break free from his poison, to ensure he could never use a baby to forever bind me to him, I made the agonizing, solitary decision to abort the pregnancy. Hollowed out but resolute, I packed our lives into essentials, left my wedding ring, and with my parents, disappeared to a small town, rebuilding our lives from scratch, waiting for the inevitable. He found me months later, working as a waitress, smugly offering to buy me back, to restore my parents' wealth, thinking he could still control me with money. But as I met his gaze, I calmly delivered the truth that stripped him of everything: 'There was a baby, Ethan. Ours. And I got rid of it. Because of you.' That single, devastating confession shattered his arrogance, leaving him broken and lost, finally giving me the first taste of true, hard-won freedom I had fought so desperately to claim./0/85904/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211105&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning
Today was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a hysterectomy. My husband, Mark, sent a diamond necklace, but instead of him, a young woman' s voice answered his phone. "This is Emily. Please, don' t do this to Mark." Her tearful plea implied she had picked out my anniversary gift with him. He then agreed to a divorce-eagerly, relieved-hanging up before I could speak. He never showed up at the courthouse. He promised to meet me. He broke that promise. Two months later, he stumbled home, drunk, offering me a luxury watch as if it could erase his betrayal. "A divorce? We' re not getting a divorce," he slurred. I saw him days later, laughing intimately with Emily at a café, while I was dealing with more than just a broken marriage. "I have uterine cancer." The words were out, shattering the fragile peace. "You have cancer and you' re telling me now? How could you keep that from me?" he shouted, not out of concern, but anger at how it looked. He raged about losing control, about how this affected him, not once asking about my pain. I had been alone in a hospital bed, recovering from surgery, while he was at a gala with Emily, the "close companion," the night of my surgery. He thought I was making a scene, when he was the one who had brought Emily to his parents' home, to Lily' s birthday party. His mother praised Emily, who' d planned my daughter' s party. They all stood there, a united front: Mark, his parents, and his mistress, making me the villain. His cruelty was breathtaking. "She' s just bitter," he announced to the silent room. "She' s bitter because she' s not a complete woman anymore. She had to have a hysterectomy. She has cancer. She can' t have any more children. She' s broken." He had taken my deepest vulnerability, my illness, and used it as a weapon to humiliate me publicly. Something inside me snapped. I slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the stunned silence. Emily shrieked and lunged, but I sidestepped, and she crashed into a table. "It' s all yours," I said, my voice ringing with finality. "You can have him. You can have this whole rotten family. We' re done." I walked out, hand in hand with my daughter, leaving the wreckage behind./0/53678/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2e6f7af0de64fff0effeba9d38792cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire CEO'S Forbidden Love
When Revan's marriage agreement shocks the foundation of her life, Aurora is faced with a difficult choice: pursue his heart or maintain her loyalty to friendship and loyalty to Calista, Revan's wife. Meanwhile, Revan, consumed by fear of Aurora's possible pregnancy, feels compelled to protect and care for her in any way he can. On their journey to find a path to happiness and peace, the two must face the consequences of their decisions, facing trials that test their love, loyalty, and commitment to each other. In "A Forbidden Love Story," they will discover that fate's fate is unpredictable, and that decisions made in dire circumstances can take them in directions they never expected./0/82306/coverorgin.jpg?v=86d90ecc3004d193c6cc6e67da3d9ae2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Into His Regret
My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world. Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir. Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really. Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights. He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen. My world shattered. His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge. My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state. That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later. My internship vanished. I was ostracized. And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child. Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia. Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments. He even desecrated my father' s grave. How could I have loved such a monster? How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family? I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine. The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating. With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die. And I did. Then, I woke up. It was the day before everything went wrong. And so did Ethan./0/83714/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9082c301776f4ee2d6aa60881509c00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bayou Bride: A Pact With Darkness
My brother Julian, driven by family image, left me abandoned in a remote, dangerous hunting cabin, forcing me to give up my fiancé so his perfect fiancée could have him. Cornered by dangerous squatters, with no hope left, I screamed a desperate plea into the darkness, a forgotten bayou pact. A week later, I calmly walked out, seemingly compliant, only to be subjected to further humiliation and emotional torture by the Sinclairs, culminating in being thrown from their car and forced to drive despite my crippling fear from a childhood accident that killed my foster parents. They locked me away, berated me as ungrateful, a stain on their name, and openly sided with the "perfect" sister who feigned injury to ensure my isolation. But they didn't know I wasn't just surviving; I was preparing my true wedding gown, ready to sever ties and claim the mystical groom who had answered my desperate plea./0/86217/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fa7f0eeb46d3fc1509bb8830e3e3ce2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
