Romance Books for Women
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Replaced By A Pregnant Substitute
Five years ago, my fiancé, tech billionaire Jaxon Kent, went missing. When I reported it, I became the laughingstock of Seattle. The police told me his real fiancée was an actress named Kamila. But I was the one living with him, hidden away in his coastal villa. I was his secret, his ghost, while she wore my identity for the world. After a fall at the police station, a miracle happened: I regained my sight. The first thing I overheard was Jaxon telling a doctor not to let my vision be restored. He said he' d fallen for my replacement. That a blind, dependent wife was better for him now that his substitute was pregnant with his heir. He had built me a castle not to protect me, but to imprison me. He had given me the 'Eternal Heart' diamond, then sold our love for a cheap copy. My life was a lie. My future was stolen. And the man I loved was a monster. So I set the castle on fire. As the flames consumed the monument to my stolen life, I whispered to the inferno, "Your love is tainted, Jaxon, and I don't want it anymore."/0/82552/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fa7d58dd44f6b4c2caf2e58cb06ccd0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Amnesia Wedding
Our Las Vegas wedding shimmering with joyous promise dissolved into a planned, perfect honeymoon, the start of our forever. That blissful illusion exploded when a text message from Alex' s ex-girlfriend, Jessica, flashed across his phone: "Last night was incredible, Alex. Worth the wait. See you soon. J." My world fractured; he' d slept with her the night before our wedding, then married me anyway. Alex immediately concocted a cowardly escape, feigning selective amnesia where he conveniently forgot only me. He then brazenly reunited with Jessica, and through manipulative family connections, they forced me-the successful event planner who' d poured her soul into our cancelled dream wedding-to arrange theirs. They paraded my painstakingly chosen peonies, my caterer, even my Vera Wang gown, as Jessica publicly reveled in my agonizing humiliation. The brutal betrayal of seeing my love meticulously dismantled and paraded as their triumph ignited a cold, burning fury in my soul. But they mistook my shock for weakness; he thought he' d erased me, yet I was already plotting my masterpiece, armed with a perfectly feigned amnesia he' d soon discover wasn't so convenient./0/22529/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ff5785f81d698030817213890274a05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Surprised Love
Every boy in School waited for Frizzie (real name Fenzie) to grow up to ask her hand for marriage. The boys believed that despite a cold heart and a passion for martial arts, she would become a soft woman when she grows up. The lovers always imagined her as the soft wife who would grow up into the most beautiful woman on earth. No one dared to speak their desires or wish to marry her as they were afraid their bones will be broken the next minute by their hopeful future wife. On top of that, she is not a believer of love. Growing up seeing her parents fight every day, she very well knows that love between a man and a woman does not exist. In fact, there is no purpose in a marriage and love is fake. She will have to meet a man of another era to fall in love. Has God already planned a man of another era for marriage?/0/80930/coverorgin.jpg?v=b812a5586abf0dca15314a7208c26ae6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twenty-Two Again: The Ultimate Reckoning
At fifty, my body broken and worn, I lay dying on a cold, stained mattress. Every ounce of my being had been spent on Ethan Vance, the man who now stood across the room in his expensive suit, callously discussing his future with Chloe Harrison – the stepsister who had effortlessly stolen the life intended for me, leaving me with nothing but exhaustion and regret. "Scarlett was just a means to an end," Ethan smoothly confessed to Chloe, his voice dripping with deceit. Then, adding to the crushing weight of betrayal, my supposed brother, Marcus Thorne, revealed the ultimate lie: "Scarlett, I was never your brother. I was adopted solely to protect Chloe, the true Harrison family heir in their privileged eyes." The double betrayal was a physical agony, yet I was too weak to even stir. My life felt like a cruel, wasted joke; my deepest love, a meticulously crafted illusion; my very family, a grotesque sham designed purely for my exploitation. As darkness finally consumed me, the profound weight of this ultimate deception was unbearable. How could I have been so astonishingly naive? How could I have sacrificed everything for those who, with chilling indifference, orchestrated my downfall and used me as a mere pawn? The burning injustice of my stolen identity, my sabotaged existence, ignited a furious despair that transcended death itself. Then, a sharp, life-affirming gasp. I bolted upright, my hands young, smooth, undeniably twenty-two again. This was the exact pivotal moment, the critical turning point that had led to my tragic past. But not this time. The past was dead, replaced by a fierce determination. I was alive, I remembered everything, and my destiny was mine to reclaim./0/82877/coverorgin.jpg?v=58c2fc30ee39d463e7153d2aa6f2af9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Heartbreak To Stepmom
I wanted our relationship to work so badly. I loved Cory with all my heart and made him the man who took my most important thing. I thought it was going to make our bond stronger as a couple, but that was the night Cory decided to break up with me. To my surprise, I caught him having an affair with no one else but my mother! Is this the experienced woman he was talking about? The shock! The betrayal! I must get my revenge. Alison, after being betrayed by her mother and ex, sets her eyes on Cory's father - Ralph Vandyke, the Mayor of Moonlight County. She plans to use him just to get back at Cory. Unfortunately, the two of them start falling for each other.../0/19934/coverorgin.jpg?v=830ad835c6d3a02af440cdbde8586dd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He takes my breath away
Stacia is a plus size model that's trying to catch her big break into acting. She was beyond excited to get a part in a commercial. It was an added bonus when she found out she would be working alongside her crush. Sadly, crushes are only meant to crush you. Darius is the Hollywood heartthrob the everyone's talking about. He comes off as a complete ass but he's really not. He's just tired of being used by everyone. He is sick of pretending to be something he's not. Could Stacia be the one to save him? Will they let love in and forget everything that could break them apart? They say love can heal all wounds in time, but can love heal words spoken in anger?/0/84175/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a9fbfb26d870a14f7496d9b32a1ecdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Burnt Sugar: Her Sweet Revenge
I was reborn on the day of the Scott Hospitality Innovator's Gauntlet, the air thick with burnt sugar and the scent of my past misery. I won that competition, but instead of the grand prize, I gained a forced marriage to Ryan Scott, grandson of the powerful food empire patriarch. My wedding day turned into a public spectacle when Ryan's socialite "true love" faked a suicide attempt, painting me as the villain who stole her life. Years of icy marriage culminated in a nightmare: Ryan smothered our infant son, believing he was saving his precious Molly from my "theft," then murdered me. My last thought was of my dying father, knowing he'd be next. Now, I'm back, standing at the final challenge of that very competition, but this time, I' m not just winning; I'm orchestrating my freedom./0/84824/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3498694ff51592247da0f54bac146ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, Brother, Forever
My whole life, I believed in a quiet promise: that the boy my parents took in, Daniel, the brother I never had, would one day be my husband. I spent years capturing his every moment through my camera lens, building a portfolio that was less art and more a diary of a love I thought was undeniably mutual. That belief shattered the moment he walked in with Sarah, a woman who radiated polished beauty that instantly made me feel clumsy and plain. "Ellie, meet Sarah," he beamed, a joy I'd never seen directed at me, "my fiancée. Your future sister-in-law." Sister-in-law. The word seared into me, branding a permanent boundary on the future I'd painstakingly built brick by brick. He was my protector, yes, but I realized too late he was protecting a sister, not a future wife. The ice spread through my veins, but the worst was yet to come. Sarah, sweet as syrup, accused me of assault, even tearing our childhood photo, a treasured irreplaceable, right in front of Daniel. He didn't hesitate; he chose her, his face a mask of cold disappointment as he told me, "Maybe this shouldn't be your home." My world fractured, yet in the wreckage, a chilling clarity emerged: I wouldn't fight for a love that didn't see me, or a home that no longer welcomed me. I would leave, taking my photography and my broken heart to Europe, to build a future that was entirely my own, a life without him./0/47188/coverorgin.jpg?v=74813bcef3b64d4bcbc5324ab5a87cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twisted Fated
"You're really rude! Be respectful!" Dad said angrily. I smiled bitterly because of what he said. "Rude? You're the reason I've been rude! If only you hadn't been so selfish, I wouldn't have been that!" I answer back. "We didn't become selfish children, we did it for you — for your future. We want your life to be peaceful when you graduate." Mom said tearfully. "Is that your solution for my future? You must be stupid then. I can work after I graduate. What you said is that you did it for yourself-so that you can be even richer and be known by all over the world and- " “How dare you talk back to your mother!”-Dad. I winced at what Dad had done. Its the second time he slapped me. I was grabbed by my sore cheek and started crying again. But instead of acting, I wiped away my tears and smiled wryly. "There you are again. Does it feel good to slap your daughter over and over again Dad? Is it comforting? Because I felt like slapping me is becoming your habit." I said to him. Dad didn't speak right away because of what I said. Mom kept crying as she hugged Dad's arm. "I'm sorry daughter." Only Dad said. I ignored them and started walking up the stairs. Mom tried to stretch my hand to stop me but I just tapped her and left. "Do you think you can stop this agreement? Sorry daughter but you have no other way. You need to marry him! Because I say so!" Dad chased after me but I just ignored it. You're wrong Dad, there's still a way./0/98451/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5efa0e3d140dd2be27196932b5d38ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cold Revenge, A Hidden Love
For three years, I made my husband, Kane Chandler's, life a living hell. The day my family went bankrupt, he became a billionaire and handed me divorce papers. "My true love has returned," he said coldly. "I have no more use for you." To save my desperate family, I was forced to accept his cruel offer: become his live-in mistress. I had to serve him and his perfect new girlfriend, Astrid, in the penthouse that was once my home, enduring his cold, calculated revenge every single day. But then I stumbled upon a devastating secret. His "true love" Astrid was secretly plotting with his brother, Cade-the man I once adored-to destroy him from the inside. Astrid begged me to steal a file from Kane's safe, claiming it was the only way to save him from blackmail. I agreed, ready to sacrifice myself to set him free. I never imagined this was the final move in a twisted, three-year-long test of love he had designed just for me./0/82553/coverorgin.jpg?v=03e668352b29ddb0e0b7e8493748a860&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Doll
I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate. Then he left me for his "true love." In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong. He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was the only woman he remembered, the only one he loved. Guilt gnawed at me, but I clung to his twisted miracle, marrying him fast. My mother warned me, her voice weak but firm: "Sarah, this isn't right." I dismissed her, blinded by supposed love. Months later, in an isolated cabin during brutal childbirth, I heard Michael' s voice, cold and ruthless. He confessed his amnesia was a lie, a scheme with my stepsister, Jessica, his true love. They planned to steal my baby and force me into degradation. My baby girl was murdered by him, yet I was forced to breastfeed Jessica' s child, a constant, sickening humiliation. My mother' s warnings echoed, a devastating realization setting in: I was just a pawn, a "milk machine." But when Jessica cruelly revealed my own child had been slowly poisoned, something in me snapped. Broken, but not defeated, Mama V – an old friend of my late mother – recognized me when Michael dumped me at a decrepit city club, fully intending to sell me into a life I couldn't bear. She offered me a choice: sing for my life, or be swallowed by despair. I chose to sing. And I chose to live./0/57246/coverorgin.jpg?v=854d7d2bf128860e4d125ee96b00d71f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire rough s*x
It all began with just one night together, but she never could have imagined it would lead her here - trapped, with nowhere left to run. He wasn't the first man she'd been with, but he would be the last. No matter which way she turned, every path circled back to him - the Mafia King who now held her captive./0/29019/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2c66d59c633b6afceb314374d1f94ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Feisty Little Wife
'His words weren't mere rules, but the laws.' Julia Sanchez wants to be a drama writer. But life took a strange turn for her when she was told to marry the most influential businessman, Marimo Martinez. However, there exists a problem. Marimo Martinez has been in a vegetative state for four years. His chances of survival are limited, yet Julia is forced to marry him. On the wedding day, Julia waited for Marimo to come on a wheelchair. To her surprise, Marimo came in a black tuxedo and was on the aisle, waiting for her. His features were breathtaking and stole her heart in a second. ****** "Wifey, let's make this night beautiful," Marimo said as he advanced to her. Julia gulped and slowly took backward steps. Her breath hitched when her back hit the pillar of the poster bed. Before she could run away, her petite figure landed on the soft mattress and those icy blue orbs fell onto hers. "Mr. Martinez, we don't know each other yet. Could you please—" she paused when she felt his cold fingers on her leg. The next second, she kicked him and Marimo fell to the floor with a loud bang./0/39077/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41c603fede0e7cec75976144a98cd9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Love You Girls
After Aaron was reborn, Keeley was different for some reason. She wasn't the little ball of sunshine that chased after him anymore. Most people fell into one of two categories: people who wanted something from him and people who feared him. She had been the only one that didn't fall under either but now… He refused to give up his chance at happiness this time around. "Run, girl, if you can...but I won't let you because you belong to me no matter what..."/0/80931/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b871b192237a9dda24857b9a866bfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After The Lie
For three years, I'd worn the shroud of a grieving widow, clinging to the memory of my hero firefighter husband, Mark, who supposedly died saving lives. Every diner shift, every sniff of stale coffee, was a testament to my struggle, ensuring our son Leo had shoes on his feet, his father's heroism the only legacy I could offer. But on the third anniversary of the fire, a single overheard sentence ripped my world apart: "You took his name, Mark! What about Olivia? What about your own son, Leo?!" My Mark, the man I'd cried myself to sleep mourning, the brave dad Leo revered from faded photos, was alive. He hadn't died a hero; he'd faked his own death, letting us believe he was gone, letting me struggle alone, all while living a comfortable lie under his late twin brother's identity. The grief I'd carried, the unwavering loyalty I'd sworn to a memory, transformed into a searing, white-hot rage. He wasn't just a liar; he was a coward who chose debt and another family over his own flesh and blood. Three years of my life, a cruel, elaborate joke, built on his monstrous deceit. I stumbled away from that house, away from that lie, knowing one thing with absolute clarity: I wouldn't waste another day on a ghost. It was time to burn down the past and build a truth for Leo and me, even if it meant setting fire to everything I once held sacred./0/93909/coverorgin.jpg?v=be8331c3e8c878bd7baf5ac788cb8779&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Final Goodbye, A Lasting Mark
For six months, a mysterious illness had been shutting down my body, but I ignored the constant pain to be the perfect, supportive wife for my successful architect husband, Clayton. The night our marriage died, he didn't answer my calls. Instead, his young protégée sent me a photo of them wrapped in each other's arms, looking blissfully in love. When I confronted him, he called me hysterical and chose her. I soon discovered she was pregnant-he was building the family we were supposed to have with another woman. Desperate, I ran to my mother for comfort, but she took his side. "Clayton is a good man," she said. "Don't be difficult." He had promised to care for me in sickness and in health, but he and my family abandoned me when I was at my weakest, dismissing my pain as drama. But that day, I received my own diagnosis: terminal brain cancer. I only had months left. And in that moment, all the grief vanished. I wasn't going to die a victim. I was going to live my last days for myself, and he was going to live the rest of his life with the consequences./0/84500/coverorgin.jpg?v=35d2dc8af5f1073a91734ed77bb1f9e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Love
I was a time traveler, driven by love to 1972, spending five years as a shadow to folk singer Nathaniel Hughes, crafting his career and believing I was finally winning his heart. But that dream shattered the night before our wedding when, in a moment of chaos, Nathaniel brutally shoved me aside to protect his childhood flame, Jennifer Clarkson. He didn't even see the wound, a deep gash on my shoulder, as he rushed to her, his true devotion laid bare. His casual gesture threw me to the ground, but his words, "Jennifer's safety is more important," cut deeper. How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to think I could outrun destiny and break a bond so profound? My love, my efforts, even my future knowledge, were just tools for him, eventually cast aside for the woman he truly adored. Then, caught in an anomaly during my forced return, I plummeted from the sky, my memories shattered, landing at the feet of "The Hatchet," Andrew Scott – an unexpected savior who would forge a new empire and choose me first./0/28046/coverorgin.jpg?v=483724ec3264d16c0a2e94f2117c6212&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dreamworld - Conflicting hearts
It never crossed Ariane's mind that one day she would have to choose between the love of her life or her beautiful and kind boss, who was starting to mess with her feelings. But that's what happened when she kissed Luciano for the first time, realizing that she could be completely in love with him and Jonathan arrived, with his bags, ready to stay with her for good. She ran away from Jonathan and gave up her entire life in Dreamworld when she went to live with her parents in the countryside. Little did she know that this was not her escape but the place where she would find herself. Two perfect men, one she left out of consideration for her best friend who was in love with him and the other she found on her run and somehow rescued her from all her fears and insecurities. But his heart could no longer be in conflict. He deserved to be left alone and the choice was up to her./0/85798/coverorgin.jpg?v=297f300371d825e6b12be6300522a24e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years A Prisoner Wife
For seven years, my life was a cold, silent prison. My husband, David Chen, the tech world' s golden boy, saw me only as his sister Emily' s murderer. What happened to Emily that day at the lake was an accident, a tragedy. But to David and my adoptive mother, Olivia, it was my fault, a debt I had to pay every single day. My punishment? The hard, cold floor of a barren guest room was my bed. His cruel words, "A murderer doesn't deserve comfort. This is where you belong," echoed in my ears every night. Every month, I would present him with divorce papers, a desperate plea for freedom. And every month, he would tear them, burn them, a grim ritual reminding me there was no escape. Why did they hate me so much? What had I truly done to deserve this unending torment, this life lived as a ghost in a gilded cage? But the constant humiliation, the silent contempt, the pain-it all fueled a secret fire within me. I meticulously saved every penny, selling sketches online, denying myself even basic necessities to afford a one-way train ticket. Tonight, the charade ends. I' m walking away from this living hell, from a man who promised me a life but delivered only a sentence. I' m reclaiming my name, my future, and the woman I was always meant to be./0/69900/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a90eeabebb7fff8cfc5a83e4629a60e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
