Romance Books for Women
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Valentine
Valentine Joey Harris Your typical bad boy and popular boy in school. He has the face , the body and not to mention that he's athletic. He may not be smart in his studies but he's so talented in sports. He might be a bad boy but he has his eyes on one girl who happens to be his enemy Valentine Regens She's an ordinary girl who loves reading books when she got a spare time. She's really lovely that's why boys always falls over heels on her but she only has a crush on Raymond Sterling the captain of soccer for almost a year but then someone decided to make her heart flip/0/18611/coverorgin.jpg?v=41efb4ae03f8c70f1c26587125e619a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover
Life isn't always perfect. And Wanda discovers this when she has to take on several jobs simultaneously to gather enough money for her uncle's surgery. And yet, that was never going to be enough. With a crushing debt hanging over her head due to her uncle's excessive gambling, Wanda chooses the last option she has: make a deal with the Devil-Quincy. She is going to have to sell her own self now. Discover how this dangerous decision turns into a perfect love affair in "Contract With the Devil"./0/82852/coverorgin.jpg?v=2686e3a54099f0181afd8c4dbb2f0112&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Beyond The Scars
For five long years, Ethan Miller lived in silent devotion to Victoria Davenport, pushing her wheelchair, fulfilling her every demand, and harboring a desperate love he believed would someday be reciprocated. He considered himself her devoted world, her hands and feet, following her tragic horseback riding accident that left her seemingly paralyzed. But one chilling whisper shattered his meticulously constructed reality: Victoria's paralysis was an elaborate hoax, his unwavering dedication a mere component in her sadistic, years-long game of revenge. He was exposed as nothing more than a "poor fool," a pathetic pawn manipulated in her cruel scheme. The profound love he had nurtured curdled into an agonizing bitterness as he learned they planned an "unforgettable" 99th game, designed explicitly to "truly break him." Lured on a fake errand to a desolate warehouse, Ethan was subjected to an unspeakable, humiliating assault, brutally filmed for their wicked amusement. Broken physically and defiled spiritually, a devastating question echoed: How could five years of his life, his entire being, have been reduced to such a twisted, grotesque joke? Yet, from the abyss of betrayal, a steel-cold resolve emerged. Ethan Miller orchestrated his own dramatic disappearance, faking his suicide by the cold Charles River. He was no more. Reborn as Alex Chen, he journeyed west to Seattle, determined to rebuild a life free from the shadows of his tormentors, seeking healing and genuine autonomy./0/89990/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec421337057f08090f7912437f10567c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts
For seven years, I used my inheritance to sponsor my college crush. I took Keegan Valdez, a brilliant but disgraced student working as a bartender, and turned him into a Silicon Valley billionaire. We lived together, and I was the fool who believed our transactional relationship was love. Then his childhood sweetheart, Cora, came back. The humiliation was public and swift. At a charity auction, he outbid me for a two-million-dollar necklace, fastening it around her neck for everyone to see. That same night, he rescued me after I was drugged and nearly assaulted, only to abandon me in a hotel room because Cora called with a fake emergency about a stuck shower door. But the final nail in the coffin came after a car hit me. As I lay bleeding in the ER, the nurse called him for consent for my emergency surgery. I heard his voice on the phone, cold and irritated. "I'm comforting my girlfriend," he said. "Whatever happens to her is not my concern." The line went dead. The man I had built from nothing had just left me to die. With a trembling hand, I signed the consent form myself. Then I made another call. "Edwin," I whispered to the man who had proposed to me a year ago. "About that wedding... are you still interested?"/0/39376/coverorgin.jpg?v=efdcf1ad67a714be52bc6eb1aa61e5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One day after tomorrow
A new time arises after humanity destroyed the planet with its ambitions. In the new age there is neither rich nor poor, but only groups of people trying to survive. Carolina, who in the past was a tolerant and arrogant woman, finds herself in need of being part of a group to survive, being rescued in the middle of the great war by Vagner and taken to a house in the middle of a sinister forest, living there she discovers that the race human is not the only one existing in the place and its beauty draws the attention of the leader of those beings. But what would they be, since they weren't human, what would be his desire with Carolina?/0/84150/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2a4e424290d8e03ee659fb503ec5740&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforgivable Truths
The Country Music Awards after-party was buzzing, but the real show started when my husband, Ethan, walked in with Sabrina, the TikTok singer he' d been championing. His cruel smirk, the scandal washing over the room-it was the public humiliation he'd always wanted, and he was looking right at me. Then, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, a woman who despised me for surviving the crash that killed her daughter, Chloe, dropped a bomb. She announced my supposed "barrenness" to the entire Nashville elite, mocking me as "useless to this family," while Sabrina, Ethan's mistress, cooed about giving him the family I never could. My calm façade shattered when I coughed, a violent, hacking spasm, and the wet warmth in my palm revealed a terrifying truth: blood. Later, Ethan found me, wiping the blood from my hand with disgust. He accused me of faking illness, then leaned in, whispering, "You want to know the only way I'll ever forgive you for Chloe? You have to die." He thought I was finally broken, but my heart had already turned to dust. How could he believe such a monstrous lie? Why did everyone embrace the narrative that I, the sole survivor of a tragic accident, was a murderer, instead of the truth? My only escape was silence, the hidden battle against a disease stealing me away, and the desperate hope his hatred would finally set him free. I walked out into the Tennessee rain, leaving him to his party, knowing my final act would be to give him everything he wanted – my absence – in a way he' d never forget./0/84799/coverorgin.jpg?v=519e89e1e44cbbe48266350d26b5d275&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Chose Him, He Chose Her
The sterile scent of the hospital corridor choked me as the doctor delivered the news: my father was gone. My world tilted, and the only person I needed was my girlfriend, Lily Chen, the woman I' d devoted three years to. When she finally answered, her voice was distant, impatient, music playing in the background. "My dad... he's gone," I choked out. Her response? A cold rustle of indifference, then "Mark is here. We're busy." Mark Davis, her charismatic, manipulative ex. The man I' d spent years helping her forget was now her priority in my darkest hour. The phone clicked dead, leaving only the roaring silence of betrayal. Three years of sacrifice, two jobs to fund her piano dreams, celebrating her every triumph and consoling every frustration-all for this. I wasn' t her partner; I was a convenient support system, easily discarded the moment her past came calling. Entering our apartment that night, an empty wine bottle and two glasses on the coffee table, Mark' s leather jacket draped over our armchair, confirmed my nightmare. A faint, unfamiliar cologne hung in our bedroom, in our bed. Her text arrived: Sorry about your dad. Things got a little crazy here. Call you tomorrow. Then, a group chat notification on our shared tablet: Mark' s photo, Lily smiling brightly, the caption Thanks for taking care of me tonight, my star. You were amazing. Followed by Lily' s heart emojis. A chilling calm settled over me. The storm of grief and anger vanished, leaving behind an empty certainty. I had been a bandage for her old wounds. Now that the wound-causer was back, I was just an irritating scrap to be tossed aside. But I wouldn' t just be tossed; I would walk away. I started packing./0/43594/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2336275480ab4004a5c51fa8ba48f9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Mafia Boss
'I hate when people don't do what I say! I'll make sure you never go against what I say again!' Celine's dress was torn without any warning from Leon. As she covered up, Celine's eyes got bigger. Leon is so angry that it makes her feel uneasy. 'Leon, please...'begged Celine as she moved away... As she watched Leon take off his clothes, her whole body shook. Celine tries to get out of bed, but Leon is quick. He quickly pins his naked body to her, so Celine has no choice but to stay under him. 'You are mine!' Leon said, 'Those are mine!' and grabbed Celine's lips with force as his hand touched a sensitive part of her body. Leon is bigger and stronger than Celine, so her fight is pointless... 'Leon Bridgerton, I hate you! "I despise you!' Celine remarks. Because Leon bit her a few times, she can taste the blood in her mouth. 'You can hate me all you want, but you will do what I say!' Leon answers and then puts his hand on Celine's breast./0/85448/coverorgin.jpg?v=0149ae97ec6fff950edb6122f4b20ab3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Ashes, CEO's Rise
It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I'd poured my heart into preparing a perfect dinner, hoping to mend the growing chasm between Ben and me. Our home, once a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb, silent since the miscarriage two years ago. I missed the man he used to be, before he declared we were "not meant to be parents" and our love was "beyond the physical." Tonight, the illusion shattered. Ben walked in, dismissing my efforts, revealing he'd already eaten with a "client." But the real blow landed when I found his laptop-an open chat with his young assistant, Ashley Greene, declaring she was pregnant with their twins. His next message read: "Just have to get through another pointless dinner with the ice queen." He called me the ice queen. My vision blurred. He was planning to divorce me and take everything, using my family' s massive investment as his leverage, all while desecrating the memory of our lost child by having a new family with his mistress. I was shattered, confused, and filled with a pain that was almost cleansing in its intensity. How could the man I loved, the man who grieved with me, turn such a profound tragedy into a weapon? How could he betray me so utterly, twisting every shared memory into a lie? The heartbroken wife died that night. In her place, a CEO was born. He thought he was dealing with a broken woman, but he had just awakened a force he couldn't comprehend. This wasn' t just about a broken heart anymore. This was war./1/114973/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcdde5565f2d396bb2838516e147a819&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Velvet Devil
It's the first look on my wedding day. I turn... but my husband isn't there. Instead, I see the stranger who ruined my life. Here's the story: Six years ago, I was on the worst first date in history. A blind date with some jerk who wouldn't take no for an answer. The handsome stranger swooped in. Saved me. And sat down to finish the date. I thought it was crazy. But we had insane chemistry. We got to talking, one thing led to another, we ended up in the restaurant bathroom, and... You know. I got pregnant. He disappeared. Life: ruined. I tried to move on. For six years, I thought I succeeded. But now, out of nowhere, he's back--on my wedding day, of all days. Saying things that don't make any sense. "Your fiancé isn't who you thought he was... I'm not letting you marry him..." And, worst of all... "You're marrying me instead."/0/86746/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a955d1087868d84eb2fc5544fe41d9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, A Twisted Play
"Ava, are you sure about this? The Venice project is a huge commitment. Two years is a long time." My boss asked, as I looked out my office window at the New York skyline, a view I'd worked my whole life to earn. "I'm sure, Mark. I've made up my mind." That's when he casually asked if my wedding to Ethan Hayes was on hold. "No," I said, "There is no wedding." The truth was, my fingers, slick with blood, were fumbling to open Ethan's laptop, hoping to find answers. Instead, I found a folder labeled "C," filled with thousands of photos of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart. There wasn't a single folder for me. I searched for photos of us and found a mere handful from a company party two years ago. For eight years, I'd made excuses for him, believing his charming lies. The excuses I'd built, the little walls around my heart, all came crashing down. That wasn't the worst of it. On his social media, Ethan had just posted: "The whale is back in the ocean." Chloe was his Moby Dick, his obsessive pursuit, and she was back. He had used our engagement, our wedding, to win her back. I was a prop in his twisted play. Then, Mark, Ethan's best friend, called, saying Ethan was a mess at The Black Rose. And Chloe was there. I arrived to see Ethan with his arm draped around Chloe, whispering in her ear. "She's not my fiancée!" he slurred, "I'm not marrying anyone." He never really wanted to claim me. I was just a placeholder until the real thing came along. He didn't love me. He never had. My eight-year gamble had failed. I had put all my chips on him, and I had lost everything. The relationship was over. It had been over for a long time; I was just the last one to know. I cancelled the wedding and flew to Venice. But he followed, a ghost from my past, still trying to control me. He even lied, claiming Chloe was faking her illnesses for attention. Then, in a car crash, I fumbled for my phone, desperate for help, and called him. My call went straight to voicemail. I survived, but he wasn't there. When he finally showed up, he apologized, claiming Chloe had a panic attack. "Chloe. Always Chloe." I realized I had made a terrible mistake, relying on him. "We're over, Ethan," I whispered, "This has to stop." I had to put an end to it, once and for all./0/93235/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c814caf8aed04b98af15418cced6c84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Fell In Love With Me After The Divorce
I received a divorce text message. The sender was my husband, whom I had never met despite being married for a year through an arrangement. He said he had been in love with a girl for ten years and wanted to divorce me to pursue her. I agreed and casually asked for twenty million dollars as a settlement. Later, I met a man who blushed because of a single glance from me. He seemed to fall for me at first sight and asked for my contact information. I told him I had a husband and was in the process of getting divorced. He clenched his teeth in anger, swearing to make my jerk husband pay. When I appeared before him in divorce court, his face turned pale instantly./0/83826/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f9ed61688c89ff40b8ad804794107c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villainess Who Baked Her Way To Love
A blinding headache kicks off the wildest day of my life. I' m Savannah Vance, a pastry chef, but suddenly I' m a villainess in some cheesy romance novel, hated by everyone, including Dr. Kael Blackwood, the handsome, cold hero. My new 'family,' who apparently swapped me at birth from a wealthy tech mogul father, instantly disowns me. Accusations fly-they parade my presumed low-class origins, and my adoptive mother' s misguided "love potion" gift to "secure a man's interest" only solidifies their disgust. No matter what I do, they just see the conniving gold-digger from the book. My supposed sister, Blair, frames me again and again, turning every family member against me, while Kael watches with chilling disdain. His own family, especially his mom, seems to be the only ones who see my truth. How am I supposed to survive in a world where everyone believes I'm the villain, especially when the hero despises me and my own family actively tries to sabotage me? This isn' t my story, but I' m living it. I will not be this villainess. I' ll use my real skills, my baking talent, and my anonymous blog, "Sugar & Spice," to carve out my own destiny, even if it means fighting alone against a pre-written ending./0/67928/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8b806d5f1f44bdf31bb28ba7f807dc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce after Marriage
Ava made a huge mistake when she was in college by getting married to her college sweetheart, she didn't know that life wasn't all sweet and beautiful. In a loveless marriage, she decided that she needed to set both her and Miles free, she shouldn't have ever done what she did at the beginning, she knew she had been obsessed and she needed to kill that obsession. After divorce, Miles finally realises that he has feelings for her, but would she be able to fall in love with all over again, after all he did?. Or will they keep going in circles just to try and find a way around their feelings?!. Find out./0/52030/coverorgin.jpg?v=1da52b828d4d4119f2a9a97fd033f68f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempted My Hot Bodyguard
Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her. Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?/1/106213/coverorgin.jpg?v=dda397aa1162b74298a7de1a8160dd88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Self-Proclaimed Brother Regrets After My Marriage
I was picked up by Rylan Lloyd, and everyone knew that I loved him uncontrollably. When his one true love, Madeline Yates, was injured, I donated blood to her until I was completely exhausted. When he and Madeline were having sex, I provided them with condoms. When Madeline returned from abroad, he made me wait for him in the snow for three hours wearing only a thin dress, and I ended up getting pneumonia and falling into a coma. Upon waking, I had lost my memory and stared blankly at Rylan, who stood by my hospital bed with a frosty stare. "Who are you?" His icy demeanor suddenly softened as he touched my head and said, "I'm your brother." Rylan then called my long-time rival, Aydan Baxter, claiming he was my fiancé. Later, as he wished, I married Aydan, and Rylan regretted it.../0/69226/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f9938f8c8fed690666f4056f22c60f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS DANGEROUS OBSESSION
Emily's life is turned upside down when she discovers she's the target of a sinister organization known as The Order. With no one to trust, she's forced to rely on Ryder, a mysterious and handsome stranger who seems to be hiding secrets of his own. As Emily navigates the treacherous world of The Order, she finds herself drawn to Ryder, despite the danger that surrounds him. But can she trust him with her life? And will their forbidden love be enough to save them from the clutches of The Order? His Dangerous Obsession is a heart-pumping romantic thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. With twists and turns at every corner, this story of love, danger, and obsession will leave you breathless./0/18612/coverorgin.jpg?v=c56fa328d819aca2d532343384863dbb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love
Cassie was drugged by her jealous best friend. Not fully aware of where she was, Cassie stumbled into his room. The moment Dylan saw her, he promised himself that he would not let her run away from him a second time. Neither of them had imagined that the night they spent together would change their lives forever. She had come to him because she needed to pay for her mother’s heavy debt. While for him, she was just a way to save himself from gossip and his grandmother’s constant nagging. Theirs was a marriage of convenience. This was where their story began. Will love replace the hurt in their hearts or will continue to live like strangers in the same house?/0/22181/coverorgin.jpg?v=3eadc5c7590b03aabd534c06eb52e212&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Unwanted Billionaire
“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say the wrong thing and make him angrier. “Fucking answer me,” he says, roughly shaking my body. “N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. Two-letter words have never felt more challenging in my life. “If you don't, then why don't you ever listen to me? The spanking wasn’t enough? Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” he asks, and I shake my head this time to tell him no. I wonder what it’d be like if he released his inner beast. I would probably die because without it, I’m suffering already. “Then give me a reason why I shouldn't take you across my legs right now and give you twenty lashes on each ass cheek for laughing at something Evan said,” he says, and I pause for a minute. He’s furious with me because I laughed at what Evan said. I know he told me not to smile at other men except him, but this is too much, even for him. He’s angry because I laughed. I can't believe this. Does he expect me not to laugh when someone says something funny? If he does, then Mr. Crawford needs to get himself checked into a psych hospital because he’s crazy. “You shouldn't spank me because it's my right to laugh or not at what Evan said.” “You see, Eleanor, that's where you’re wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not.” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at him confused and wondering if he’s on something. “I own your laughter, Eleanor.” “No, you don't.” “I do. And not just your laughter. I own all of you.” “No, you don't,” I repeat. Is something wrong with Mr. Crawford? Why in God's name would he think he owns me? “Yes, I do. I own all of you,” he says, whispering into my ear --------------------------------- Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her. Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?/0/64035/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
