Romance Books for Women
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Scandal, Love, and Redemption
I' ve loved Liam O' Connell since I was sixteen, a secret crush that deepened into an all-consuming love for my deceased brother Jake' s best friend. For eight long years, he saw me as nothing more than Jake' s kid sister, a responsibility he honored by keeping me at arm' s length, even when my heart ached for more. He gave me his "blessing" when I, heartbroken and exhausted, agreed to marry Ethan-a kind, safe man I hoped would help me finally move on. But then Jake' s hidden journal surfaced, revealing the truth: my brother hadn' t wanted Liam to push me away; he' d wanted us together. Liam' s noble sacrifice was a lie he' d told himself, and me, for a decade. Just as I tried to build a new life, Liam came back, sweeping in with desperate confessions and grand gestures, pulling me back into the chaos I' d tried so hard to escape. Then Olivia, his conniving business partner, arrived, flaunting their "relationship" like a weapon and brutally sabotaging everything I built. I watched as my dreams, my carefully constructed peace, and my deepest desires were twisted into a public scandal, fueled by the very man I couldn' t stop loving. The betrayal, the public humiliation, and the sheer audacity of it all left me fuming, trapped in a nightmare of his making. But I refused to be a victim any longer. This wasn't just about my broken heart; it was about reclaiming my life, my passion, and proving to him-and to myself-that I was no longer a girl to be protected, but a force to be reckoned with./1/114661/coverorgin.jpg?v=7432106f52a0c306f15c009c30e4abd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEAD AT HEART
Terminally ill. Betrayed by her husband. Abandoned by the only family she had. Ariel died with nothing... and no one. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole. Her love. Her identity. Her power. Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her. The brother who abandoned her starts to regret. Too late. Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs. She's the one who makes them kneel./0/79945/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ce1d382950e6113794e85a63370a039&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back
Isabelle Everett's perfect life crumbles when her billionaire husband, Damion Ryder, serves her divorce papers on their anniversary. Betrayal, heartbreak, and deceit propel her into a six-year journey of self-discovery. Now, with secrets exposed and old flames rekindled, Isabelle must choose between the man who broke her heart or her high school sweetheart, the one who's always loved her but has an ulterior motive. Will forgiveness transform their lives, or will the past destroy their future?/0/64696/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff6898b029584d57a34c2031a7d6d3cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shelter With A Billionaire
The last time Mike and Christine saw each other, one of them walked away with a broken heart. Mike turned around to see her standing in a maroon suit, holding a briefcase, her eyes filled with hurt and exhaustion. He took a step forward. Longing swept over Mike, and he moved to draw Christine into his arms, his lips fiercely claiming hers. * * * * * * * * Mike Russo's life was perfect-until his ex-girlfriend, six teens, and a little girl moved into his mansion.The last thing Christine Frank wanted was to move in with her ex, the man who broke her heart to pieces. Christine Frank's life is turned upside down when a fire destroys the Foster home she runs, leaving her and seven kids without a place to call their own. Then, Mike Russo, her ex-boyfriend and billionaire hotel owner, offers them shelter in his estate. But Mike has a different motive: using Christine and the kids to boost his hotel's image. As they live together, sparks fly; they can't resist each other. Mike is going crazy from each kid's personality. Can Mike's deceitful plan ruin their second chance at love, or will they find redemption and forgiveness?/0/84163/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e195236afd8e47edf89a29d72008ce0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Political Asset, Her Perfect Revenge
It started as our eighth wedding anniversary, a day I used to circle with a red heart, but this year the circle was empty. I baked Andrew, my rising City Councilman husband, his favorite chocolate lava cake, hoping to surprise him at his "late-night strategy session." Instead, I found him at a high-end steakhouse, clinking glasses with his sycophantic aides and his 21-year-old intern, Madisyn, practically glued to his side. Hiding behind a pillar, I heard him laugh and call me his "perfect political asset," a "boring sedan" he was "stuck" with, admitting he "can' t even stand to touch her anymore." The words hit me harder than any physical blow, crushing eight years of foolish hope and love. Andrew returned the next day, reeking of Madisyn' s perfume, offering fake apologies and a lavish trip, still lying even as her texts buzzed relentlessly on his phone. The next shock came at a clinic where I' d gone to confirm I wasn't pregnant; I overheard Andrew coldly demanding Madisyn get an abortion, threatening to ruin her life if she didn't-all to protect his career and public image. I knew he was selfish, but this was monstrous; he' d destroy anyone, even his own child, for personal gain. That's when I decided I would burn it all down. The game changed when Madisyn, pregnant again, brazenly texted me taunts and ultrasound photos, claiming Andrew was moving her into a luxury condo near me. She celebrated my broken marriage, boasting Andrew found me "old and dried up," but she had no idea who she was truly up against. I calmly sent her the recording of Andrew coercing her into an abortion, and her frantic pleas instantly confirmed her terror. The polite wife who endured humiliation was gone; I was ready to use every weapon at my disposal. I left the luxurious life, packing a single suitcase, leaving divorce papers on his desk, and booking a one-way flight to Rome-ready to start over. Andrew' s desperate phone calls to "fix things" were met with my chilling truth: "The problem is you." He tried to trap me by withdrawing the divorce papers, but with one furious kick to his groin, I made my intentions clear. That night, utilizing his mother' s desperate desire for an heir, I forged a medical report stating I was barren and anonymously sent it to her. She immediately forced Andrew to sign the divorce papers himself, ironically ending his own quest for a legacy. At his lawyer's office, Andrew pleaded for me back, still blind, clinging to the naive idea it was just about another woman. With a final, devastating blow, I handed him his true fertility report, revealing his low sperm count and the tragic irony: he had forced Madisyn to terminate what was likely his only chance at a biological child, the heir he so desperately wanted. Watching him crumble, finally understanding his self-inflicted destruction, I knew I was truly free./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."/0/82541/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c0d21c19334f105ee679a6e202a1c4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Million-Dollar Escape
I was a struggling musician in Brooklyn, barely making ends meet. Then I found Vic, an amnesiac girl with wide, scared eyes, and my world changed. We shared instant noodles and cheap wine, her laughter filling my cramped studio. She believed in my music, even when I didn't, and her gift of my grandmother' s vintage guitar pick became a symbol of our pure, impossible love. But then, Vic remembered her past. She transformed into Victoria Ashford, a cold, sharp heiress, returning to her glittering world. The woman who once fussed over my paper cuts now looked at me with polite indifference. Our profound connection was replaced by her mother' s demands and Spencer Hayes, her new, polished fiancé. I became her humiliation, a relic from a life she disavowed. At a lavish gala, she dismissed my pain when Spencer' s friends deliberately crushed my guitar hand. The hand I needed for every note, every chord, now irrevocably damaged. My music, my livelihood, my very soul, was shattered as she stood by, unmoving. How could the girl who understood my deepest dreams become this calculating stranger? How could she watch my life' s passion be destroyed without a flicker of remorse? The truth was colder than any winter: she saw my suffering as mere inconvenience. Then, her mother offered me a million dollars to disappear. A breakup fee for a love she never recognized. I took it, not as defeat, but as the only way to escape the golden cage and rebuild. I left, determined to forge a new path, far from the echoes of what we once were./0/80919/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a3dade7b823e0d7ebad1123224ca476&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Ultimatum
I was seven months pregnant, a text from my distant husband, Ethan, promised a New Year's Eve "surprise." I desperately hoped it was a chance to mend our fraying marriage before the baby. But stepping into the upscale lounge, the "surprise" became my worst nightmare. Ethan was intimately draped around his executive assistant, Lily Vance, who was brazenly wearing my designer gown. His friends snickered, their amusement signaling my reaction was the only surprise. When confronted, Ethan showed no remorse, just cold annoyance. Lily gloated that my dress looked better on her. Then Ethan cruelly dismissed me, claiming I couldn't satisfy him, calling me "not exactly arousing." Lily sneered he needed "a real woman, not a... vessel." Overcome, I vomited, splattering her stolen dress. She shoved me, I fell, hitting a table, and my water broke. "The baby!" I gasped, but Lily convinced Ethan I was faking. He dragged me to a VIP restroom, locked me inside, dismissing my pleas for help as "drama." Alone, trapped, in agonizing labor, my phone lost, I heard their indifferent laughter, their intimacy, through the door. Hours later, strangers found me, covered in blood, barely breathing. I woke in a hospital, heart-shattering truth: my baby girl was stillborn. And Ethan, the man who'd built an empire with me, had blocked the hospital's desperate calls about our child. His utter callousness, his active neglect in our daughter's death, burned away every last shred of loyalty. He would not, could not, get away with this. In that sterile room, a cold, pure resolve ignited: he would pay for everything./0/24465/coverorgin.jpg?v=daf0d0a2434c5367ba407d53dfefef3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl With Lycan Blood
My back ran into the wood door as he held my arms at my side, my breath heavy and my knees weak. "Say it." He demanded. I shook my head and tried to free myself from his strong hold, but I had no luck. "I said say it!" He shouted again. I looked him dead in the eye as his grip on my wrists tightened. "No." I shake my head slightly, praying he would let go. "Anna I said-" "I won't reject you!" Annalee Evens watched her pack burn to the ground after her parents, the Alpha and Luna, died in a rouge attack along with her brother and sister. The pack never truly healed, and the pain of loosing them ruined her. She will no longer stay there in her sorrows, she is going to leave, even if that means becoming rouge. But her journey is cut short when she meets her mate, the Alpha with a temper, and with secrets. Anna will not only discover things about her mate, but dangerous aspects of herself./0/50421/coverorgin.jpg?v=87444b308950b4b2af3a9b03cc7fadfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nemesis Is Obsessed With Me
"Now licked it, Liam." He said in a mocking manner. Liam who's kneeling in front of him, clenched his fist as he looked at him with a furious expression and said. "Fuck you, we can just wipe it with a tissue. Why do you always have this rotten behavior of yours?. Making a simple situation so complicated, you damn psycho. He frowned hearing Liam's words then let out a little laugh and said. "Why? can't I do anything I want when you're living without paying any expenses here at home?. Just lick it already, it's your fault anyway. "I won't do it, aunt Sylvia wants me to stay here too. She said it very clearly, so I could continue my studies. I, I'm not here to be your slave Kairo!". Kairo pressed his forehead's temple as he let out a little sigh and said. "Haa.. Lick it or I leak your photos with that stinky alpha you're messing with before?". Liam's eyes shook hearing what Kairo said. Even against his will, Liam slowly bowed in front of Kairo's feet to wipe the ice cream spilled on Kairo's shoes using his tongue and said. "I'd do anything.... Just, just don't leak those photos Kairo". "Haha! look how I shake you over a mere photo. Haa... so unlucky to be born as a recessive omega isn't?. Kairo said while tapping Liam's shoulder. Liam looked at him with disgusted eyes and said. "Even you're the last alpha living on earth. I won't let you have me, you psychotic bastard. Upon hearing Liam's words. Kairo got mad and suddenly pushed him on the floor. "You really got a lot of nerve to talk like that huh?" He said while ripping Liam's shirt. Liam who's lying underneath Kairo struggled pushing him with all his might and yelled. "Fuck you! let me go! Didn't you hear what I just said?? I won't make out with you even it costs humanity's extinction!". "Haa.. hahaha you're funny Liam, so ridiculous.". He said as he let go of him and sat back into the chair. Kairo chuckled and added. "As If I'd do it with you either. Get out of my sight, you nasty omega"/0/79297/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe543bb15bba3ade67a28f4e3ec58313&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Craving The Wrong Brother
She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised./0/47501/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9716dfe701c939ef87c45025908c2b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving You Too Long
One Side Love Story Nathaniel Chayton is Haisley Smith's first love and teenage obsession. For Nathaniel's sake, Haisley studied hard to follow Nathaniel to the country where the man lived. Years passed, and Haisley managed to achieve her dream. When she was able to live under the same roof as Nathan, instead of successfully getting the man's love and attention, Haisley was disappointed because it turned out that Nathan was in a serious relationship with a beautiful woman named Loretta. Nathan's attitude seemed cold and evil towards Haisley, and Haisley's pessimism about being able to conquer Nathan made her give up. But when she said that, Nathan suddenly became impulsive as if he didn't want Haisley to leave him, but at the same time, the man also couldn't leave his girlfriend. How does the story end? Keep reading because you will get lots of surprises in it./0/85786/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f4ebd3a978b9fed35be5e69b784f78c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce That Freed His Heart
The cryptic message flashed on my phone: coordinates and a chilling command – "Come get your father." My heart hammered as I raced to a remote construction site, mud sucking at my boots. But the man crumpled on the ground, twisted at an unnatural angle, wasn't my dad. It was Emily's father, barely clinging to life, his face a bruised mess. Then Emily called, her voice cold and devoid of concern. "An ambulance? Don't be ridiculous, Liam. Do you have any idea what kind of scandal that would cause? I have the quarterly review next week and a promotion on the line." I stammered, "He's barely clinging to life!" "Then it's inconvenient timing," she said, her voice like ice. "Just get him out of there." I watched, frozen, as two burly men loaded her father onto a stretcher like a sack of debris, a piece of my own father's birdhouse, a gift tossed into the back of the van. "His death is so inconvenient," Emily' s voice echoed in my head. Back home, Emily and her friend Mark, her smirking business rival, accused my father of exploiting her, blaming him even for the birdhouse. My mother's jewelry box, the last tangible link to her, was shattered by Mark, its contents spilled across the floor. A cold, clear rage flooded me. I knew the truth, a truth they were desperately trying to bury. "The man you had beaten and left to die," I roared, pointing at Emily. "The man whose body you had dumped like trash… was your father." I had endured years of her father's criticism, her belittling, her financial exploitation. But now, something had snapped. I met her gaze, a numb certainty settling in. "I want a divorce."/0/51070/coverorgin.jpg?v=a48476e8f1cee80d7ef44a063379cca6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidental Marriage : A Professor Love Scandal
Airin, faced with an unexpected pregnancy from a brief encounter with a man named Zidan, navigates the challenges of single motherhood when Zidan disappears upon learning about the pregnancy. Determined, Airin decides to raise her child alone while continuing her studies. Despite facing judgment and pressure at her university for bringing the baby to classes, Fachri, a young lecturer, consistently supports her and even helps care for the baby during lectures. Over time, their bond deepens, and Airin sees Fachri as a warm and caring figure. Likewise, Fachri admires Airin's intelligence and independence. As Airin contemplates choosing Fachri as the father figure for her child, Zidan unexpectedly reappears in her life. Now, Airin faces the difficult decision of choosing between Fachri, who has been a constant support, and Zidan, the biological father of her child./0/80595/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf11678c9193d05fa4a272e4fb88231b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress's San Francisco Escape
My world was finally clicking back into place. After three agonizing years, my fiancé, Chris Vance, the ex-CIA operative I adored, was finally back from his top-secret mission. Our dream wedding at my Wyoming ranch was set, a perfect life ahead. Until I stumbled upon his old satellite phone. A hidden audio file revealed a woman's voice, and then *his*, casually discussing a 'New York heiress' and a two-year-old son named Leo. That three-year 'mission'? A perfectly crafted lie. He'd been playing happy families, while I counted the days. The ultimate betrayal? His paramour, Maria, soon arrived with their son, Leo, and shamelessly framed me for poisoning the child with an allergy, casting me as the jealous villain right in front of him. His eyes, once filled with love, now held doubt. How could he betray me so utterly, then watch it happen again? The man I loved was a stranger, and I was left with a shattered dream and a public accusation. I took off my engagement ring, left it, and fled. My godfather offered an escape: San Francisco, and a quiet stranger named Noah Chen. Was it a lifeline or another cage? Could I ever trust again after such a devastating lie?/0/87733/coverorgin.jpg?v=48efd7a87340747b62282c1dcffc1b74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Heart, A Cruel Lie
I went to the bank to set up a surprise trust fund for my twins' sixth birthday. For six years, I’d been the loving wife of tech mogul Gavyn Dunlap, and I believed my life was a perfect dream. But my application was rejected. The manager informed me that according to the official birth certificates, I wasn't their legal mother. Their mother was Iliana Dudley—my husband’s first love. I raced to his office, only to overhear the devastating truth from behind his door. My entire marriage was a sham. I was chosen because I resembled Iliana, hired as a surrogate to carry her biological children. For six years, I had been nothing more than a free nanny and a "comfortable placeholder" until she decided to return. That night, my children saw my heartbroken state and their faces twisted in disgust. "You look awful," my daughter sneered, before giving me a shove. I tumbled down the stairs, my head cracking against the post. As I lay there bleeding, they simply laughed. My husband walked in with Iliana, glanced at me on the floor, and then promised to take the kids for ice cream with their "real mom." "I wish Iliana was our real mom," my daughter said loudly as they left. Lying alone in a pool of my own blood, I finally understood. The six years of love I had poured into this family meant nothing to them. Fine. Their wish was granted./0/94871/coverorgin.jpg?v=463f60f8e412f1a7e22e9c12d4f35bc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose His Ex, I Chose Vengeance
On the day I was supposed to marry Giovanni Moretti, he publicly declared I was his brother’s girl. He called off our wedding at the last minute. His ex, Sofia, had amnesia after a car crash, her memory reset to a time when they were still deeply in love. So he cast me aside in my wedding dress to play the part of her devoted boyfriend. For a month, I was forced to live as a "guest" in the Moretti estate, watching him dote on her and rebuild their past, all while promising he would marry me as soon as she recovered. Then I overheard the truth. Giovanni had the cure for her amnesia locked away in his safe. He wasn't trapped. He was indulging, savoring a second chance with the love of his life. He was confident I was his property, that I would simply wait until he was done. He told his men he could have us both. He used his brother's name to humiliate me. Fine. I would use his brother's name to destroy him. I walked into the office of the true power in the family, Don Domenico Moretti. "Your brother said I am your companion," I told him. "Let's make it real. Marry me."/0/82542/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9435b55430795baa5721bb552687801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Wouldn't Leave
On his deathbed, Liam Walker's last breath was a bitter sigh of regret. Forty years married to Sophia, a union devoid of love, left him yearning for a different path. Then, blackness. A gasp. He woke up, a 17-year-old again, posters of forgotten bands on his wall. A second chance! He swore to himself: No Sophia. But fate had other plans. Sophia Hayes, the architect of his past misery, suddenly transferred to his school, pursuing him with an unnerving intensity. Her strange kindness, unsettling smiles, and persistent presence felt like a cruel game. Liam, convinced she was manipulative, coldly pushed her away. Despite her tearful confession that she had reincarnated too, and deeply loved him, his heart was guarded. Then, he saw it: Sophia, cozy and laughing, emerging from a cheap motel with Ethan Vance, her old flame. The gut-wrenching betrayal, the hollow ache of his first life, surged anew. "Games?" he roared. Was he destined to be a fool twice over? Why was she doing this to him, after all his efforts to escape? His heart shattered, leaving him desperate to flee. He drove across the country, leaving a heartbroken Sophia behind. But she followed, determined to reveal a truth that could unravel two lifetimes of pain. What if everything he knew was a horrifying misunderstanding? And could two fractured souls truly find a second chance at a love they never thought possible?/0/20248/coverorgin.jpg?v=084ed41799ac606a4b2d1dd04e5a96b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet Poor Joel
As a football champion in high school, Joel was loved for his talents and abilities but, unknown to the watchful eyes, he was Poor. Estelle, the girl from a wealthy home never cared. But what happens when her wealthy family disowns her because of him, and someone from the past comes in, coupled with Joel's secrets? Things might not just be as they seem.../0/93898/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5b2bc9bda7a9fc1152f16c961affeed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
