Romance Books for Women
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Dangerous: Don't Mess With The Domineering Boss
She fell into her sister's trap and had a one night stand that left her pregnant. Four years later, when she returned with her kid, a charming but bossy gentleman entered her life. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she found him familiar, but couldn't figure out why until she saw her son stand next to that man.../0/98449/coverorgin.jpg?v=10b2f6744cb76cadd3a89daa61fb9a78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Four-Year Lie
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern. I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for. The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me. The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world. So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject./0/94339/coverorgin.jpg?v=22c6927eae866ad7c21e93d64171c32f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Anniversary Divorce: My Queen's Rise
My husband handed me divorce papers on our anniversary. It was a "temporary maneuver," he said, to appease his pregnant mistress until she gave birth to his heir. Then he left me to die in a storm and forced me to give my blood to save her, threatening my parents' graves when I refused. He called me a "blood bag" and expected me to wait patiently for his return. He thought he knew his practical, loving wife. He was about to meet the queen who would take his crown, his company, and his entire world./0/38047/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f043e7d02af3ad0b4d6f7e7993ca891&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage: The Billionaire's Regret
Trigger Warning: Emotional distress! - Ivy Morgan deeply fell in love with the business tycoon Wyatt Reed. Bound by a life debt, Wyatt married her. However, as the years passed, Wyatt never treated her as his wife. He only uses her. Knowing this, Ivy gave up that love she once felt and filed for a divorce. After the divorce, Wyatt regrets everything he had done in the past and realized how much he loves Ivy, making him coax her whatever it takes. Will Ivy acknowledge the billionaire’s regret?/1/111251/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fe6f34e415087708ddfe187d8da9db0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ugly Wife Went Viral
I, Serena Sterling, was infamous in our social circle for being ugly. Heavy bangs that hid my eyes, a face scattered with freckles, and clothes that never quite fit right made me unpleasant to look at. And yet, somehow, this very appearance caught Adrian Blackwood's attention. Even under pressure from his family, even as people mocked him for having a "taste for the ugly," he still insisted on marrying me. In the three years that followed, he spoiled me into becoming the most envied wife in our circle. I thought it was real love-the kind that saw past appearances and reached the soul. Until the day I stumbled upon ninety-nine love letters in his study-and a trust document bearing another woman's name. Only then did I realize that all his devotion had been nothing but a lie-one that turned me into a shield for the woman he truly loved. He had never loved me. Now that he had secured his position in the Blackwood family, he was finally free to be with her. I didn't argue. I handed him the divorce papers, wiped away the disguise that had made me "ugly," and disappeared from his life./0/81290/coverorgin.jpg?v=efdb6649e18507bdab186a931f6e2b99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Died, Freedom Began
The jagged glass bit into Amelia Hayes' s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God' s sake, I' m in a meeting." A sharp blow, then darkness. She awoke not in her blood-slicked car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun to kill her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia' s first life. The familiar ache in Amelia' s chest gave way to a chilling, new fury. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan desperate, unyielding devotion. She endured his coldness, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan' s circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. Her heart, once broken, now felt nothing but a hollow echo of unrequited love. Then, at a gala, a cruel act involving Eleanor' s ashes, and Ethan, without hesitation, shoved Amelia, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia' s head reeled from the impact. That was the final straw. No tears, no anger. Just a cold resolve. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I. Want. You. Out. Of. My. Life. Forever," she stated, her voice clear. She was reborn to be free./0/31957/coverorgin.jpg?v=894f020e04a47a3817e95e2b9a9211eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Infinite Love From My Ex-husband
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game./0/92454/coverorgin.jpg?v=769fad4e27d5671a7f1b2cd494790665&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Seventh Chance
Vincent had an admirer who was relentlessly devoted, pursuing him for seven years. This woman was of average appearance and circumstances, yet she never gave up on him. Initially, Vincent felt nothing but disdain for her, telling her off harshly and repeatedly, which was unusual for someone who typically adhered to social decorum. However, Mira accidentally discovered what Vincent had saved her contact as in his phone. He called her darling./0/90061/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bc2dcf27a2aa87f85c8aed18ed1f414&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him
y mother was in the hospital after a nasty dog bite, so I called my fiancé, Cohen. He was supposed to be my rock. Instead, I got annoyance. He was in Aspen, on a ski trip with my best friend, Hillary. "What do you want me to do? Fly back right now?" he snapped, before hanging up to get back to the "perfect snow." The dog, it turned out, was Hillary's. The bite on my diabetic mother's leg quickly developed into a raging infection. I texted Cohen an update, telling him she was getting worse, that they were talking about surgery. He didn't call back. Instead, Hillary's Instagram story updated: a photo of her and Cohen, cheeks flushed from the cold, smiling in front of a fireplace. The caption was a single heart emoji. While they were sipping hot chocolate, my mother went into septic shock. As I sat alone in the grim hospital waiting room, staring at my silent phone, I knew he had already made his choice. He had chosen a vacation. He had chosen my best friend. He had left my mother to die all alone. She passed away at 3:17 AM. I held her hand until it grew cold, then walked out into the gray dawn. I wasn't just grieving. I was done. I was going to erase myself from his world and burn everything to the ground./1/112093/coverorgin.jpg?v=41df67521e8d4afaa23766fd485c28d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wedding, My Goodbye: I Was Dying, and He Never Knew
On the fifth anniversary of their marriage, Evelyn did not receive a gift; instead, she received a wedding invitation featuring her husband and another woman. The bride was none other than the woman Evelyn had diligently cared for over the past five years, the woman who had been his unattainable ideal love, now awakened from her vegetative state. "If possible, I hope you can give the ceremonial address in our wedding," Adrian said, his eyes filled with unwavering anticipation, certain that she would agree as she always had. Evelyn tightened her grip on her phone in a wave of emotion, and after a moment of calm, nodded in agreement. Unbeknownst to Adrian, Evelyn's quick acquiescence came from having been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. Today would become the day he would come to regret most in his life./0/87357/coverorgin.jpg?v=8628e3d1a88ec53f01880acbc8f404e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Deadly Embrace
My marriage to Kameron Stephens was perfect. He was handsome, powerful, and utterly devoted to me. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman in the world, and I believed them. One afternoon, I went to pick up my best friend’s son from kindergarten. But I froze when I saw my husband, Kameron, kneeling to tie the little boy's shoe. "Daddy, can we get ice cream?" the boy asked. The word slammed into me. Then a beautiful woman—an old friend he swore was just like family—walked up and kissed his cheek. Kameron wrapped an arm around her waist. A perfect family. My perfect husband, with his perfect secret son. The timeline clicked into place with cold precision. He had gotten her pregnant years ago, right after I caught them kissing and he begged me to take him back. All those years I pleaded for a baby, he put me off with sweet excuses, saying he wanted me all to himself. It was all a lie. He already had an heir. I was just a placeholder, a beautiful doll to show off to the world. That night, I hid in the shadows of our home and heard him on the phone with her. "Don't worry," he said, his voice cold. "I'll never let Hailey have a child. The Stephens' fortune will all be for Leo." My world shattered. He had stolen my chance at motherhood and built a family with another woman, while I was left with nothing but a hollow marriage and a legacy of lies./0/79743/coverorgin.jpg?v=62f4c37f584df274c0685494b832acf4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Weeks Before My Wedding, My Fiancé Forgot Only Me
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away. After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future. Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me. I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call. "Total genius move," he boasted to friends. His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding. Heartbroken, I feigned belief. I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies. He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency. After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first. He even tried to cut me off financially. How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster? His betrayal poisoned every memory. I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty. His audacity left me reeling. But I wouldn’t be his victim. Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed. I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter. I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom./0/97666/coverorgin.jpg?v=834256029d7a5179485bdb20239e3558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Donor's Trick
After Emma went abroad due to illness, Jeffrey fell in love with Amelia. When Emma returned home because of kidney failure, Jeffrey discovered that Amelia's kidney was a perfect match for her. To save Emma, Jeffrey orchestrated a seemingly perfect wedding that was a ruse, treating Amelia as a living donor, maintaining the illusion of love to nurture her. Amelia was once lost in the joy of feeling loved until she accidentally uncovered the truth. She was nothing more than a lifeline prepared for his beloved. With her heart broken, Amelia chose to disappear completely through a staged death. In the throes of losing her, Jeffrey still used his resources to find a new kidney donor for Emma. After her recovery, Emma's true self-centered nature was revealed. In the daily company of Emma, Jeffrey's illusions were shattered, and he realized too late that he had fallen in love with the very woman he sacrificed-Amelia. Unfortunately, it was too late. Five years later, Amelia returned triumphantly as a leading figure in her industry. Jeffrey pursued her with overwhelming joy, while Emma, driven by envy, schemed against her, ultimately breaking the law and ending up in prison. Jeffrey lost both love and fortune, left only with endless regret for the rest of his life. Meanwhile, Amelia completely bid farewell to the past, embracing a life of her own making, built on career success and genuine love./0/90457/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2dffb37e7bed6bf7d8921d2de8d4d89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Thought I'd Stay: His Mistake
Today was my four-year anniversary with Chace. He told me to wear my white dress for a surprise he had planned. I spent all afternoon getting ready, practicing my "Yes," certain he was finally going to propose. But when I arrived at the hotel ballroom, the banner read, "Congratulations, Chace & Karyn." In front of all their friends and family, he got down on one knee and proposed to his childhood friend, Karyn Warren. He used his mother's heirloom ring—the one he once showed me, saying it was for the woman he would spend his life with. He then introduced me, his girlfriend of four years, as "a very good friend." His new fiancée smiled sweetly and told me their marriage would be an open one, giving me permission to stay on as his mistress. I overheard him telling his friend his real plan: "Karyn is my wife for show, but Ember can be my woman on the side for fun." He thought I would just accept being his toy. He was wrong. I pulled out my phone and texted a number I'd never dared to call before—the executor of my estranged father's will. "I need to claim my inheritance." His reply was instant. "Of course, Ms. Ford. The stipulation is a marriage to me. Are you ready to proceed?" "Yes," I typed back. My life with Chace was over./0/79925/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd00d05697de00085a79074f50faf205&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Savage Sons MC complete series
Havoc - Havoc A sweet like honey accent and a pair of hips I couldn't keep my eyes off. That's how it started. Darcie Summers was playing the part of my old lady to keep herself safe but we both know it's more than that. There's something real between us. Something passionate and primal.Something my half brother's stupidity will rip apart unless I can get to her in time. Darcie A pretend outlaw boyfriend to keep me safe until I could go home. It all sounded so easy. Until I started to get to know him. Until he kissed me. And then I was lost. I need Havoc more than I've ever needed another person. Especially now, when my ex fiances betrayal threatens my very life. Cyber - Cyber Everyone has that ONE person that got away, right? The one who you wished you had treated differently. For me, that girl has always been Iris. So when she turns up on Savage Sons territory needing help, I am the man for the job. The only man for the job. Every time I look at her I see the beautiful girl I left behind but Iris is no longer that girl. What I put into motion years ago has shattered her into a million hard little pieces. And if I'm not careful they will cut my heart out. Iris He still sees the weak girl I was years ago, I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. Cyber thinks I need saving. He thinks he can save the day. But there's one thing he hasn't worked out yet....He's the villain in this story... Fang- Fang. The first time I saw her, she was sat on the side of the road drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The second time was when I hit her dog. I had promised myself never to get involved with another woman after the death of my wife. But Gypsy Rose was different. Sweeter, kinder and with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She was also too good for me. I am Fang, President of the Savage Sons. I am not a good man, I've taken more lives than I care to admit even to myself. I am the total opposite of the free-spirited Gypsy Rose. But I'm going to keep her anyway. Gypsy Rose Relocating was meant to be a fresh start. A chance to start over. It wasn't a lot to ask, Until the president of the local motorcycle club started taking an interest in me. I shouldn't want Fang. He is everything I despise in a man. Too alpha, too loud and worst of all he knows how to press all of my buttons. But he isn't the only man after me. And when my past catches up with me, not even the president of the Savage Sons MC will be able to escape it. Monster- Monster They call me Monster, and no one can blame them. I am the man the Savage Sons call in when they want something really unsavoury doing. My job was meant to be simple, seduce the police chiefs daughter and leak the pictures to the press. No biggie. Except now I've kissed, touched and tasted her. I can't get enough. She might have the face of an angel but I'm not fooled. Angela is as dark and twisted as I am. The devil in her might just give my monster a run for its money. Angela He calls me angel but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am no angel. A darkness lives inside of me. One that rivals even his. Monster should be careful. Theres no going back when you get into bed with the devil. Hansel - Hansel I didn't mean to say the words; they just fell out of my mouth. And the moment I said them, I wished I could take them back. I was angry at her, and she was always angry at me. We had wanted to hurt each other. That was why the words came screaming out of my mouth. And I knew... I just knew that I had gone too far. The way she recoiled from me was a punch to the gut. I tried, I really tried to form the words to make her believe I hadn't meant it. But by then it was too late. The front door had already slammed shut behind her. I knew it was the end of our marriage, the end of the life we had always dreamt of having with one another. The end of me and her. One sentence and my life imploded before my eyes. And now she is back and embroiled in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a killer. And she's firmly on his radar... the worst thing though? The killer just might be someone we know. Who am I meant to trust, if I can't trust, my brothers in The Savage Sons? I won't fail her though, not ever again. When this is all over, she will be mine again and this time I won't be letting her go. It's time we got our happily ever after./0/87966/coverorgin.jpg?v=c39fd2a21a4f78c18137b5444375c0b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Lies, and a Vasectomy
At eight months pregnant, I thought my husband Derek and I had it all. A perfect home, a loving marriage, and our miracle son on the way. Then, while tidying his office, I found his vasectomy certificate. It was dated a year ago, long before we even started trying. Confused and panicked, I rushed to his office, only to hear laughter from behind the door. It was Derek and his best friend, Edison. "I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," Edison chuckled. "She walks around with that giant belly, glowing like some kind of saint." My husband's voice, the one that whispered words of love to me every night, was full of contempt. "Patience, my friend. The bigger she gets, the bigger the fall. And the bigger my payout." He said our entire marriage was a cruel game to destroy me, all for his precious adopted sister, Else. They were even running a bet on who the real father was. "So, the bet is still on?" Edison asked. "My money's still on me." My baby was a trophy in their sick contest. The world tilted on its axis. The love I felt, the family I was building—it was all a sham. In that moment, a cold, clear decision formed in the ruins of my heart. I pulled out my phone, my voice surprisingly steady as I called a private clinic. "Hello," I said. "I need to schedule an appointment. For a termination."/1/111185/coverorgin.jpg?v=531f58adba650b74426dde4a07c3d5e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Abandoned Puppet to the Tycoon's Contract Wife
For five years, I was the secret weapon behind A-list actor Johan Lee. As his top agent and devoted girlfriend, I cleaned up his scandals, secured his contracts, and deliberately dressed down so I would never outshine him. Tonight was his birthday, and I was waiting in his penthouse in black lace, ready to surprise him. The only surprise was the one I got when he walked in with a 22-year-old actress. From inside his walk-in closet, my romantic evening turned into a nightmare as I listened to them fall into his bed. But the cheating wasn't the worst part. It was hearing his cruel, dismissive laugh as he explained why he kept me around. "She's safe," he told the other woman. "She dresses like a depressed librarian. I don't need a queen trying to steal my spotlight. I need an assistant." An assistant. Five years of my life, my love, and my career-building genius, all reduced to a convenience. The grief in my chest instantly hardened into ice. The mousy girlfriend he took for granted was gone forever. I walked out of that closet, ended his career with a single video, and thought I was finally free. But then my aunt called, screaming. My family's company was mysteriously facing bankruptcy, and their only way out was to enforce an old family contract. I was to be sold in marriage to the ruthless billionaire who engineered their downfall: the infamous Colvin Sykes./0/84583/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcf14e9247b3af12907e8c9a147e8994&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Control
The hospital room reeked of disinfectant, a scent that couldn't mask the sickness or the despair. Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the storm inside me. I had just undergone an induced abortion, the end of a life and, I thought, the end of my marriage. Then my phone lit up with a news alert: a picture of my husband, Liam Sterling, arm in arm with my best friend, Chloe Davis, announcing a groundbreaking partnership. Not only had he betrayed me with her, but he'd also stolen the design project I poured my soul into, destroying my professional reputation overnight. My mother, fragile and unconscious in the bed beside me, was a stark reminder of how much I had neglected her, consumed by the 'perfect' city life Liam had so meticulously crafted. His unexpected arrival at the hospital, playing the part of the concerned husband, only twisted the knife deeper. He wasn' t concerned for me, but for his public image, even manipulating doctors to keep me confined, a prisoner in a gilded cage. Why was he doing this? Was it just about control, about power, or was there something darker at play? I felt like a puppet in his twisted game, humiliated and helpless, wondering what else he truly owned. But then, a glimmer of hope: a whispered note from a kind stranger, Marcus Thorne, promising help. And just as quickly, it was snatched away, leaving me more isolated than ever, trapped by a man who claimed to protect me while actively destroying my world./0/79719/coverorgin.jpg?v=515257f8baafe69c95ecc9afcc933fdc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stepsister's Scorn, Lover's Lie
At the elite Auer Conservatory gala, I, Ava Davies, a scholarship violinist, finally felt I belonged, especially with my powerful trustee boyfriend, Ethan Montgomery, effortlessly by my side. But then, the grand screen, meant for donor names, flickered to life, displaying a deeply intimate video of me—a bedroom scene—for all of New York's elite to see, hijacking my deepest humiliation for public consumption. As gasps turned to cruel whispers and mocking laughter, and my world crumbled, Ethan, my supposed anchor, vanished, only for me to find him moments later, gloating with my stepsister, Seraphina, admitting our entire relationship was an "amusing diversion" to orchestrate my ruin. Betrayed by the man I loved, herded like an animal, I was then dragged into a dark alley by his friends, enduring unimaginable torture: chili oil burned my throat, flashes captured my terror, and a searing hot iron branded my shoulder, all for the public's entertainment, sanctioned by Ethan who later, chillingly, instructed kidnappers to "dispose of me." Why had he, the man who once championed me, orchestrated such monstrous cruelty, leaving me broken and branded, desiring my very eradication—what dark secret propelled this twisted vengeance, and could I ever escape his terrifying obsession? This raw, agonizing betrayal transformed me: I would not just survive, I would disappear from his world, on my own terms, turning my back on the ruin he created to forge a future where I, Ava, would finally be free./0/82713/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c1f2b7c577c333505e5682d91dd16ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
