Romance Books for Women
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Comeback: Love Was For The Foolish
My father, a titan of the tech industry, once saw me as his most valuable asset, meticulously grooming three of his brightest proteges-Mark, Jake, and Chris-not just for his company, but for me. I believed their ambition was for our shared future, a future orchestrated by my father, but a brutal truth shattered that illusion. In the cold silence of my car, after overhearing Mark' s cruel words, I discovered he saw me as nothing more than a spoiled princess, a necessary means to my inheritance, a prize to be endured for power. The realization left me numb, transformed from a hopeful romantic into a woman consumed by a chilling clarity: love was for the foolish. I died listening to Mark's laughter; the new Ava, resolute and cold, emerged from the ashes, ready to forge her own fortress, even if it meant a marriage devoid of affection, a strategic alliance with the formidable Liam Sterling, heir to a rival empire./0/18952/coverorgin.jpg?v=63b7e72cacf4a3dd90da76a170b52dd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hate War
His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you. You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes on my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it making me gasped. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much of importance. Im here for your mom my face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single sec" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry there ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall in the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still sends a shiver to my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes./0/82309/coverorgin.jpg?v=56c77ebb01b95a7e0e81714c4a8a6e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ballerina's Second Act
My life was a perfect ballet: Juilliard-bound, adored by Ethan Miller, the golden boy everyone envied. Our future shone brighter than any stage light. Then, the crash. A blinding flash, then darkness. I woke up to a hospital room, my ballerina legs amputated, a devastating gift from Jess, Ethan' s obsessed ex, who' d deliberately run me down. Every dream shattered. But the real nightmare began when I uncovered Ethan's secret. The man who vowed 'forever,' whose hand I clung to, was secretly comforting Jess, his 'enemy,' filling her with false hope and a twisted compassion. His perfect devotion was a suffocating lie, driving me deeper into a pit of physical and emotional agony. How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, with the very person who destroyed my life? The whys screamed in my head, a desperate, hollow echo in a world turned to ash. With nothing left but the unbearable pain, I sought the final escape. But instead of an end, I found a terrifying twist: I woke up in a hospital bed, three years earlier, my legs miraculously whole, memories of my devastating demise burning clear. This time, I would rewrite my tragic fate and break free from this cursed cycle./0/84812/coverorgin.jpg?v=411421acff17af88dfc617cb26e9f1f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Wife Remembers
The funeral was a quiet affair, a stark contrast to the life I'd just left. My husband, David, stood solemn, but I saw the hollow impatience in his eyes, checking his watch. My death was an inconvenience. They said I was forgotten, a ghost even before I died, especially by my sister Clara, whose theatrical sobs hid dry eyes. The memory of our 30th anniversary crash ripped through me: the screech of tires, then waking to the truth of David' s affair, messages from his lover filling the phone recovered from the wreckage. This knowledge was poison. The whispers at my funeral confirmed it all: "She never got over the scandal, forced into marriage." "Clara was the one he always wanted." The shame, the loneliness, the empty decades-they were all mine. So, I decided the end would be mine too. Back in our cold house, I filled the tub, laid out the sleeping pills, and swallowed them, one by one. There was no hesitation. This was a quiet act of surrender. Then, I gasped awake. Sunlight blinded me. The air smelled of lemon polish and old books, a scent not smelled in years. I was in the bed from our first apartment, my hands smooth and unlined. The mirror showed a young woman of twenty-two. The calendar read: October 1982. Three months into my marriage. David stood in the doorway, impossibly young, impossibly remote. "My mother wants us for dinner. Be ready by seven." His voice was the same, cold and transactional. At the Vance family dinner, my parents and Clara echoed the old accusations. "Eleanor, you must be making David happy. You know how much our family owes the Vances." I finally shattered the silence. "Trying my best? Is that what you call forcing your daughter into marriage to protect your reputation?" I looked directly at my father, my voice steady. "I' m done being the family scapegoat. You wanted this marriage, not me."/0/94824/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f88da19224e094ab62a8debdca8980&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Frozen Promises
Allison Palmer had just wrapped up her world tour when the media announced her pregnancy. Paparazzi snapped photos of her husband Braydon Saunders heading to the hospital for a prenatal checkup with some mysterious woman. Everyone assumed that woman was Allison. After all, Braydon's love for her was common knowledge. The heir to Eldoria's elite circle had pursued this figure skater for three full years. He remained chaste and showed unwavering devotion until he finally married her. No one could imagine such deep affection leading to infidelity. But Allison knew better than anyone that she was not pregnant at all. She figured it was just fake news and brushed it off as she headed to the Saunders residence for the planned dinner. Right outside the door, she overheard Braydon's voice. "I already had someone pull the trending topic. We can't let Allison get suspicious." His mother, Madison Saunders, just gave a cold laugh. "It might be good if she finds out. She's too focused on her career to have kids. Plenty of women would step up to carry on the Saunders line." "Mom, Allison is the only one in my heart. Kathleen and I was just a mistake. Once the baby is born, we'll cut ties completely. Please stop meddling."/0/38976/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d2c6e56c85de4a0db23a29fce161029&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped in his love
After suffering a bad fall on the ice, Dalia finds herself at crossroads in her life. Ryan a gorgeous stranger gives her an ultimatum, forcing her to choose between himself, a guy who promises her a chance at becoming all that she can be or Adam the boy that she's in love with. Hearts are broken as Dalia's boundaries and courage are tested in this epic love story. With the Olympic Games over, the competition for Dalia's heart begins. Dalia was forced to give up Adam the guy of her dreams to pursue a skating career with her gorgeous partner Ryan. Now that the Olympics are over and Canada's favourite couple has returned, there's nothing stopping Adam from reclaiming the love of his life, except Ryan of course! In an attempt to find his way back into his ex-girlfriends life, Adam offers Dalia the opportunity of a lifetime: She will direct a television show that will air nationwide, earning her power and money she never dreamed of having. Everything goes according to plan until Global executives insist Adam hires Dalia's ex-husband and figure skating partner Ryan to work with her on the show. The station argues that Ryan's presence will attract more viewers and possibly reunite Canada's favourite couple. The tension mounts as the history of this love triangle finally comes to a head in the conclusion of the trilogy, Trapped in his love./0/20360/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d7855390ec75405b3e591425ac01890&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Living With A Delinquent
Megumi Tachibana is known as the most honorable student council president of the Academy she attends, because of this she is respected by every student. One day, she received a message from her mother saying: they had moved her belongings to the apartment of school delinquent Louis Arlond and there she also found out that this would be her fiance. It treated her coldly but she did not give up to get the heart of her fiancé. She was willing to do anything to make it treat him differently. There is a reason why she loves him so much but the young man she loves was imprisoned in the dark of the past and that was the reason why he is afraid to trust her. Will she be able to save him and achieve the love she desires?/0/80119/coverorgin.jpg?v=a35c86ceeb9a898d177e81005d8d6be0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Worshiped Him, Whipped By Him
I was just a 20-year-old NYU art history student, interning at my dad’s real estate firm. But my world privately revolved around Marcus Thorne—my father’s handsome, brilliant business partner. My crush on him was pure, all-consuming, utterly naive. He’d always been so kind, a true gentleman. At a charity gala, I watched Izzy Vance, Marcus’s associate, subtly ply him with drinks. When I tried to help him to his suite, Izzy "found" us, her perfectly timed gasp and a discreet phone flash sealing my fate. The next morning, headlines screamed: "NYU Intern Olivia Chen Caught in Compromising Position with Marcus Thorne." Blurry, damning photos accompanied them. Marcus’s icy call followed: "Izzy found you taking advantage of me! My reputation is in shreds because of your childish stunt!" He believed her. Completely. Whispers and hostile stares at my father’s office became unbearable. The kind man I’d adored now looked at me with absolute disgust. My dreams shattered. How could he be so blind? So cruel? This wasn't the Marcus I knew. This felt brutally unfair. That week, the naive girl who worshipped him died. In her place, a colder awareness dawned: the world was not kind, people not what they seemed. He thought I was playing games, but I was done. This was my turning point./0/21768/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa7beb92ef6344fcd2e58e1d863309c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated to meet again
It was a contracted marriage at first but as time goes on, they fell in love with each other. Beatrice Alexander got into a contract marriage with Brandon Emerson, the son of a millionaire. Both of them didn't like each other because it was a contracted marriage but something happened and that was when they realised they love each other. Brandon suggested to start afresh and they did, they lived as a happy couple. Beatrice was framed for a crime she knew nothing about, Brandon divorced her because of it and her family suddenly despised her, she had no other choice than to accept fate. Beatrice left France for London and when she got to London, she found out that she was pregnant, she started working as a waitress to gather up some money for she and her unborn child. At work, she went to the VIP section to take others and was surprised to see Brandon, she happily told him about their baby but he ignored and didn't believe her. She again accepted it as fate, she gave birth to a baby girl and took care of her with the little she had. Five years later, after giving birth, she returned to France. This time around, not as the Beatrice living Brandon, but as a powerful business woman and a caring mother. Will the truth ever be known? Why was she framed?/0/92634/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff11a9aac7660b9f234498df66697033&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was A Blood Bank For My Parents' Adopted Daughter
I was once the apple of the Holt family's eye, a beloved child known throughout Palis. A car accident left me in a coma for three long years. When I finally awoke, I found a new adopted daughter in our home named Maddie Holt. On my first day back, my mother held Maddie's hand and said to me, "Chloe, you should learn from Maddie. She's much more sensible than you." My fiancé, Reece Hussain, also had his arm around Maddie's shoulder and announced, "We're getting married next month." Late that night, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my father and our personal doctor. "The blood transfusion was a success. Maddie's body has completely accepted Chloe's blood." "Hmph, compared to the rebellious Chloe, Maddie is a fresh start and the kind of heir I want. Well-behaved, thankful, always agreeable... that's what a daughter of the Holt family should be."/0/84030/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9c82ee9a4780601bec6db8b1d37bc19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret, Her Doom: A Silent Betrayal
For five years, I was Senator Ethan Scott' s dirty little secret, a songbird locked in his penthouse overlooking the Capitol. My gilded cage shattered the Tuesday his engagement to Sylvia Chavez broke on the news – a political merger, solidifying two powerful dynasties. The next day, Sylvia' s team swept in, professional erasers, dismissing staff and purging assets, and I knew I was next on their list. A week later, the doctor arrived, claiming it was a vitamin shot to protect my voice. I knew it was anything but, and the next morning, no sound came out; my voice, the one thing Ethan cherished about me, was gone. He assumed my silence was an act of defiance, a petty rebellion of a jilted lover. He didn't know that my silence was a weapon, and this entire charade was just the first step in a revenge plan five years in the making. He didn't know I wasn't just Maria Fuller, his disposable mistress, but David Fuller' s daughter, meticulously collecting every piece of his carefully hidden corruption. He was about to learn that some ghosts don' t stay buried, and a politician' s secrets can bring down an empire./0/86533/coverorgin.jpg?v=be14766b2a4ff9dfd929608d877cd40f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lies, Love, and Loss
My wedding was three days away when the police told me my fiancé, David Reed, was dead, lost to the sea in a hiking accident. Just like that, I became a pregnant widow, my world turning gray. Then, David' s older brother, Mark Reed, returned from Africa. When I saw him, the resemblance to David was shocking, a ghost in my living room with a slightly deeper voice. I found myself staring, haunted by his presence. One night, the baby kicking, I overheard voices from the study. It was David' s laugh. My blood ran cold, and I crept closer, the door ajar. "You have to be more careful, David. She almost looked at you funny today," Eleanor whispered. "Relax, Mom. She' s a wreck," David sneered, his voice dripping with confidence. My grief was a joke. He had faked his death for Aisha, a mistress he planned to return to once her supposed terminal illness ran its course. I was a backup plan, a safety net. His mother, the woman who had held me while I cried, was in on the disgusting lie. The pain in my abdomen intensified, a physical manifestation of my agony. I stumbled back to my room, locking the door. My brother Chris called, saying I' d sent a blank text. I heard Aisha' s soft giggle in the hall. She was here, in my house, looking healthy and triumphant. Her eyes met mine through the crack in the door, a cruel, deliberate look that said, "I have him. You have nothing." My mind went blank with rage, then settled into a chilling calm. The game was on./0/54307/coverorgin.jpg?v=c113858085758a41f8ca3689ce2a5bff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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All For You, Daddy [Forbidden Desires Sensual Collection]
Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. Don't you dare. She's innocent. I say the words, anyway, however. I want to drive her away. Now. She caught me with my walls down and that is the ultimate invasion, made worse because I crave it happening again. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." I ignore the regret stabbing me in the neck. "Good."/0/45703/coverorgin.jpg?v=1195c09d6af40d39a74acb0873131642&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FLIRTING WITH A BILLIONAIRE
Damian McBride was wealthy. Ella Sullivan was poor. However, their lives intertwined with each other when his father took her to live with them. She was raised by his father so it was illegal to be infatuated with him. However, she couldn’t resist the temptation of wanting her foster brother. When he announced his plan to marry his fiancée, Ella discouraged him. Then, she proposed to Damian and he was too stunned to speak. He scolded her, however, she did her best in winning his heart by flirting with him./0/86846/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb7e7f80390fa717bb72e8bca73e66bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Signed Away: A Life Unbound
The printer hummed, spitting out the last page of the asset transfer agreement for a company I' d spent five years building with my husband, Liam. Five years of a marriage that was now just ash. My phone buzzed. It was Dr. Alex Chen. "Chloe, are you sure about this? There are other ways." His voice was gentle, the same way it had been for years, trying to hold me together. "No, Alex," I replied, my voice hollow and distant, "There' s no other way. Not for me." He was sick, he didn't know what he was doing. But I was sick too. Sick of waiting for a man who no longer existed, a man who, two months ago, drugged me with potent sleeping pills so he could go out with his ex-girlfriend, Sophia. Because of that, his mother, Liam' s kind mother, died alone. He admitted it without a hint of guilt. My heart finally turned to stone. The love I had clung to, the hope I had nurtured in the dark, it all died with her. For five years, I had cared for him, run our tech company, the one we built together, while he slowly disappeared. His memory didn't just fade; it rewound. He was twenty-one again, and dating Sophia Reed. Now, I was just a means to an end. The woman who paid the bills so he could shower Sophia with gifts, the woman who ran the company so he had a fortune to offer his college sweetheart. I had spent the last two months meticulously preparing for this. Every share, every asset, every dollar in the company was being transferred to him. I was leaving him with everything. And I was leaving him. I gave him the papers. He barely glanced at them, his thumbs moving across his phone. "What is it? More boring company stuff?" he asked. "Can't you handle it?" I pointed to the signature lines. "It's an asset transfer. It's all yours now. Just sign, and it's done." In his current state, he didn't even notice the divorce papers tucked at the bottom of the stack. He just wanted to get back to Sophia. "Hey, Soph," he answered, his voice dripping with affection. "Yeah, I' m on my way now. Just had to sign some stuff here for… her." He didn' t even use my name. "No, it' s great news. I basically own the whole company now. We can buy that beach house you wanted. Yeah, the one in Malibu." He walked out the door, still laughing about all the things they were going to do with the money I' d signed over to him, without letting me tell him his mother was dead. The door clicked shut behind him./0/62129/coverorgin.jpg?v=64df9c38a1cf68aea0e0adea63dbf9a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Awakening: Sculpting My Destiny
Upon awakening, I realized that the movie star boyfriend in front of me, who was begging me not to break up, would eventually lead to my tragic death on the streets for the sake of the innocent female lead. So, after he was put on ice, I decisively accepted the pursuit of the CEO. Within a year, the CEO transformed me from an unknown nobody into a popular movie queen. At the awards ceremony, I was surprised to see Pei Ze, who had made a comeback, as the award presenter. When a reporter asked him, "Do you have any encouraging words for the actress Jiang?" Pei Ze sneered, "Work harder on President Lu's bed," or "Just crawl back to my bed."/0/74644/coverorgin.jpg?v=d89dadacf252f8ac56fbff132fd1ec0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lady Ophelia And Her Doctor
Ophelia Volkov was born into a life of privilege and power. The daughter of Valdoria's High Chancellor, she has everything-wealth, influence, and a family that adores her. She lives in a château more opulent than most royal palaces, with an army of servants catering to her every whim. Her life is perfect. Except for the dream. It comes in waves of pain and longing, always the same. A room soaked in blood. A woman's voice, raw with agony-It hurts!-before the world fades into darkness. Ophelia never remembers the details. She doesn't know who the woman is. Except that she is also named Ophelia. And every time she has that dream, she wakes up weaker, her body betraying her. Weeks spent bedridden, as if something is draining the life out of her. No doctor-no court physician, no foreign specialist-has been able to explain it. Until Gideon Garnett arrives. A brilliant doctor, unflappable and composed beyond measure. A man who doesn't bow to nobility, but watches her with an intensity that makes her feel exposed, unravelled, hunted. He knows something about her condition. About the dreams. And Ophelia is about to learn that the past isn't done with her yet./0/47424/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6bc2537006c56f547abb4dc8b92f0cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HELLO MR BODYGUARD : Until our worlds collided
Sophia a wealthy young lady whose parents died in a car crash. Leaving her the entire company and the mansions scattered everywhere around the world. Sophia has everything handed over to her on a sliver platter. She could have any body she wants with just a spoken word. She's an average height with a killer body. Her shape is a figure eight. Her oval face aligned with her green eyes. Sophia was a sweet young lady who had many friends. She loved everyone. But, what happens when she was raped by a guy in a mask? What happens when our sweet Sophia became the world's coldest woman? What happens when the sight of men made her puke? What happens when an attempt was made on her life? What happens when someone new comes into her life? Will her hated for men blind her from seeing the truth? Will the person who took her away her virginity by force be found? Or was it someone close to her?/0/25210/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb6b701cb5866d1d4e9ae83b792dba82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
