Romance Books for Women
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Fake Engaged to My Hockey Rival
"Still playing dirty, Huntress?" he taunted, pinning me with those piercing grey-blue eyes. "Still hiding behind your daddy's money, Reaper?" I shot back, my blood boiling. Lanaya Roux and Maverick Hayden are college hockey royalty-and bitter rivals. As the captains of competing university teams, their hatred on the ice is matched only by the legendary feud between their billionaire families' empires. But when their ruthless fathers force them into a fake engagement to secure an $18 billion corporate merger, Lanaya and Maverick are thrown into the ultimate game of survival. The rules are simple: Live together in the same penthouse. Smile for the cameras. Pretend to be madly in love for six months. It was supposed to be strictly business. But behind closed doors, the venom they spit at each other quickly morphs into a scorching, undeniable addiction. Maverick is an arrogant, aggressively protective alpha who refuses to let her go, and Lanaya is the fiercely independent captain who refuses to submit. Beneath their explosive chemistry lies a devastating secret: a shared tragedy from eight years ago that claimed the life of Lanaya's brother and shattered their innocent childhood bond. With the national hockey championship on the line, scandalous secrets surfacing, and unseen enemies sabotaging their every move, the line between love and hate has never been so dangerous. What happens when the fake engagement to your worst enemy becomes the only real thing in your life?/1/117518/coverorgin.jpg?v=04de9aa2a2d7189587604837ac9ac22c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Substitute: Watch Me Shine Now
When the anonymous photo arrived on our fourth anniversary, I found out my life as Julian Sterling's perfect fiancée was just a lie. The first thing he did when he got home was casually shatter my entire world. Julian stood in our penthouse, looking at me with absolute coldness. "Seraphina is back. She's the one I'll be marrying." He was going to throw me aside, claiming I was nothing more than a convenient substitute for the press and his powerful family. He watched me pack with a smirk, mocking my dependence on his wealth. He even made a bet with his billionaire friends, gambling a vintage Porsche that I would be back crying at his door within three days. For four years, I gave up my acting career and molded myself into his ideal, quiet companion, believing my daily devotion could melt his frozen heart. But my love was just a joke to him, a simple line item in an arrangement I had never seen. I didn't understand how he could be so casually cruel, or why my entire identity over these years had to be a meticulously crafted fraud. This time, I didn't shed a single tear or beg him to stay. I left behind every designer gown and black card, packed my old suitcase, and went straight to the clinic to burn the tattoo of his name off my skin. From now on, I am living for myself./0/99287/coverorgin.jpg?v=54676b708c278bcabd1d9f98f9bb1ae0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy, We Have Found Mommy
Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents. Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City. * "Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne. But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time? What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?/1/107278/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4d8d5a9ebeca863f5a880c0584495b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy's filthy little pet
Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn't ask for her name. He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten." And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather's brother. Her step-uncle. Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he's starving? He doesn't want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything./1/115882/coverorgin.jpg?v=57764e6dd56efc86bc4d2fec4ed125ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes
Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground./1/115850/coverorgin.jpg?v=db4ec8a8df4be1f5df336bd29e44f859&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reborn Genius Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
My biological mother finally came to the rundown trailer park to take me to her wealthy new family in New York. But instead of the good life she promised, I was treated worse than a stray dog. My stepbrother broke my legs with a golf club just for fun, while my perfect stepsister smiled and watched. My mother didn't even try to stop them. She let them lock me in a car and set it on fire. I was burned alive, the smell of gasoline and toxic smoke filling my lungs as they walked away with my life. Until my last agonizing breath, I couldn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much. Why did I have to die just so her new family could thrive? Opening my eyes again, the smell of smoke vanished, replaced by the cheap coffee of the diner I worked at. I was seventeen again, on the exact day the black Bentley pulled up to take me away. This time, I wasn't going to be their victim. I deliberately stalled our departure, saving us from the massive highway pileup that was supposed to be my grave. And when my stepbrother threw a metal dart at my face on my first day back, I didn't just dodge. I let New York's most ruthless billionaire step in, ruining his ten-million-dollar watch in the process. "Since that hand likes to throw things, I will take the hand as payment." Watching my arrogant stepfamily fall to their knees and beg for mercy, I knew my revenge had just begun./1/106621/coverorgin.jpg?v=e45186b16a7098d912e2d5459e96c32b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire’s Contract: Revenge On My Ex
I was a top-tier model with a fiancé I trusted to manage every cent I earned. I thought we were building a life together until a blown fuse at the studio sent me home twenty minutes early. The silence of the penthouse was broken by a trail of clothes: Haywood’s silk tie, then a red-soled stiletto that belonged to Brandy, the girl I had mentored like a sister. Through the bedroom door, I watched the man I loved tell his mistress that I was "yesterday's news" while they tangled in the sheets I had picked out six months ago. I didn't scream; I just turned to leave, but the betrayal went deeper than the bedroom. When I checked my banking app, my balance was exactly $12.45. Haywood had liquidated every holding account and savings entry I owned, using a "tax strategy" he’d convinced me of to steal my entire past. Within hours, the man who robbed me was planting stories in the press, claiming I was having a drug-fueled breakdown. He wanted me penniless, homeless, and discredited so no one would believe the truth. He even tried to force me into a "rehab" facility to silence me forever while he promoted his pregnant mistress. I stood on a New York curb with nothing left but a desperate, insane idea born from a headline on my phone. Isham Rhodes, the most ruthless CEO in the city, needed a wife by thirty to keep his empire, and I needed a shield to survive mine. "Mr. Rhodes, I hear you need a puppet," I said, intercepting him in the rain outside City Hall. "I don't want your love. I want a legal document that makes me untouchable." He didn't ask for a romance; he asked for my ID. Now, with a billionaire’s black card in my pocket and a marriage certificate in my hand, I’m going back to the agency to take back everything they stole. The war has just begun./1/113773/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1b6b7e6dabaa654cbdecbbae6f04a01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge
Alia bought her four-million-dollar Manhattan townhouse in cash the day before she married Jerel. For three years, she worked eighty-hour weeks as a top architect to build their life, until an anonymous text shattered her reality. It was a high-definition photo of her husband kissing his junior partner, followed by an eight-week ultrasound. Alia didn't scream. She went home, only to find her mother-in-law throwing IVF brochures at her, screaming that she was a selfish, barren workaholic for not giving the family an heir. Jerel played the perfect, gentle husband, wrapping his arms around her and urging her to rest. But later that night, Alia caught them on a secret call with a lawyer. They were plotting to blindside her with a divorce, claiming his minor financial contributions entitled him to the property, aiming to kick her out with a measly fifty-thousand-dollar settlement. They wanted to steal her hard-earned home to raise his pregnant mistress's child. Alia's jaw tightened until her teeth ached. She had paid for every single inch of that estate. Did they really think her dedication to her career made her blind, weak, and easy to destroy? She didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she walked into the office of the city's most ruthless private equity billionaire and struck a dangerous deal to lock away all her assets in an irrevocable trust. Days later, when Jerel handed her the settlement with a fake, sympathetic smile, Alia poured cold black coffee directly over the ink. "Tell Tiffany she is never stepping foot inside my house," Alia said smoothly. "I'll see you in court."/1/101923/coverorgin.jpg?v=e39c3414725524d940dc167ac21cf8b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen
My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack./1/101428/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6edc7fa863c44c8d677b68f6b8753a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone./1/113070/coverorgin.jpg?v=86dc086aa39a8c066f1206f5e285fe6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Returns: Marrying The Ruthless Billionaire
Aspen gasped for air, her body bolting upright in bed. It was the night before the Hogan family planned to sacrifice her, just as they had in her past life before she died in that freezing, blood-stained wreckage. She looked at her hands—they were unscarred, nineteen again, and filled with a cold, terrifying clarity. She remembered everything: the betrayal, the bank accounts drained by Julian, and the man she had once feared, Deron Fitzpatrick, who would burn down a city to avenge her. The Hogans were already plotting to force her into a marriage with Deron, a man the world whispered was a broken cripple. They intended to keep their precious biological daughter, Sloane, safe while throwing Aspen to the wolves as a disposable pawn. She felt the familiar, suffocating grip of the Hogan estate, the fake smiles of her adoptive parents, and the burning injustice of a life where she had always been the invisible victim, silenced and discarded by those who owed her everything. Why was she back? Why had the universe given her a second chance to witness the same cruelty? The panic in her veins turned into ice, and she realized the game had changed. She walked straight to Sloane's closet, donned a crimson silk dress, and set out to find Deron. She didn't just want to survive; she would make a deal with the devil himself, turn her sacrifice into a weapon, and ensure that tonight, she would be the executioner./1/117086/coverorgin.jpg?v=988adf1c4e9922d9662b79a2d846a624&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed, I Became The Ruthless Billionaire's Wife
The last note of the wedding march died, leaving Stella alone at the altar. Her heart hammered, but the silence was shattered by Brandon's best man. He whispered the words that would burn her world down: "He's not coming. He's with Amber. He loves her." Five years of devotion, every sacrifice, shattered. Her best friend, Amber, called with sickening triumph, confirming the betrayal and public humiliation. Abandoned at the altar, Stella felt a cold resolve ignite: she would not be their tragic figure. She declared she would marry today, then walked out, leaving her old life in ruins. Outside, she found Julian Carlisle, a man in a wheelchair, also abandoned and needing a spouse. Insane, yet perfect, she married this stranger-disabled, ostracized, and in debt. Their transaction was cold, but during an intimate moment, Julian's terrifying rage erupted, revealing a profound, hidden pain. His fury wasn't about her, but a shield for his brokenness. A surge of sympathy replaced Stella's anger; she vowed to honor her promise, determined to show him his 'flaws' didn't matter, igniting a future far more profound./1/112120/coverorgin.jpg?v=192632dd72538bce3ad067ff4e31dae4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Regret: Too Late to Love
He betrayed his wife. He buried her memory. And he never knew she carried his sons. Allen Hale had everything-power, wealth, and a woman who loved him without conditions. Until he chose another woman and signed away his marriage without regret. Mia Hale vanished the night their divorce was finalized. The world said she died. Allen believed it-and moved on. But Mia lived. Reborn as Iris Morris, the sole heiress of a legendary billionaire dynasty, she returns years later with unimaginable power... and two twin boys Allen never knew existed. Boys with their eyes. His blood. His past. As Iris quietly dismantles Allen's empire, he's forced to face the truth: the woman he destroyed is the one holding his future-and the sons he never deserved. Now regret is no longer a feeling. It's a reckoning. Mia must decide if the man who broke her heart deserves a place in her sons' lives... or if some betrayals come with no second chances. Because some loves are realized too late- and some regrets last forever./0/92562/coverorgin.jpg?v=e82b28c931ae402c34b4281548b670d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth Of The Broken Wife:His Regret My Revenge
Betrayed and murdered by her husband Dominic and her so-called best friend Vivian, Naomi Carter's life ended in blood and despair. But fate gave her another chance. Opening her eyes in the past, Naomi swears to rewrite her destiny and make those who wronged her pay the ultimate price. In her new life, she crosses paths with Evander Carson-Dominic's powerful and enigmatic uncle. Cold, dangerous, yet irresistibly magnetic, Evander becomes the only man Naomi can't ignore. Between them sparks a bond woven with desire, secrets, and danger. As Naomi rises from a betrayed wife to a formidable woman, she learns that vengeance and love often walk hand in hand. With Evander by her side, will she destroy Dominic and Vivian completely... or discover that sometimes, the sweetest revenge is falling for the man she should never love?/1/114549/coverorgin.jpg?v=95a3d1481e2ea1dbb5778e811e7e8bda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark. He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity. They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund. It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation. When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring. "I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this." In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger. That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life. Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand. How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly? Why did they have to tear my entire life apart? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago. But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort. It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street. Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly./1/113008/coverorgin.jpg?v=48a88ed9d7b461b0a34144ec69d20c2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hockey Bully Stepbrother
The boy who made my life hell just became my stepbrother, and now we're sharing a mansion, a last name, and a hatred so intense it might just burn us both alive. I'm Summer Winters, the scholarship girl who never wanted Crew Ashford's attention. But after I publicly humiliated Blackwood Prep's golden hockey captain, he's made destroying me his personal mission. With the months of psychological warfare, I've learned to survive his cruelty. Then my mother marries his father. Now I'm living under his roof, and Crew's rage at my presence is suffocating. Behind closed doors, his bullying intensifies, but so does something darker. Something that looks dangerously like obsession. Just when I think it can't get worse, I meet Gray, Crew's quiet, artistic brother who sees me in ways that terrify and comfort me in equal measure. And my childhood best friend Tyler? He's caught between loyalty to me and forces I don't understand yet. Three boys. Three types of devastation. And secrets buried so deep they'll destroy us all when they surface. When everything explodes at the championship game, I'll have to decide: which kind of destruction am I willing to survive? This is a dark reverse harem hockey romance where the line between hate and want is razor-thin, and choosing yourself might be the most dangerous choice of all./1/112915/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5d9e60b3ec71a5f668815e1a5497819&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Best Man
Kloe Guthrie dragged her crystal-encrusted wedding gown down the penthouse corridor, exhausted but ready to finally be alone with her new husband, Justen. But as she passed the presidential suite, a familiar, cloying perfume stopped her. Through the cracked door, she saw Justen brutally thrusting into her cousin, Candyce. "Like fucking a corpse with Kloe," Justen grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Worth it for the trust fund control, though." Candyce giggled, mocking Kloe's pathetic gratitude. Shattered, Kloe stumbled backward in the dark, only to be caught by Julian Larsen—Justen's billionaire best man. Instead of offering sympathy, Julian trapped her against the wall. He forced her to listen to her husband's cruel mockery, then dragged her into the opposite suite, tearing off her wedding dress and dismantling her dignity piece by piece. Everything she had believed for four years was a meticulously calculated lie. She was nothing but a boring prop to the man she loved, a naive fool meant to be drained of her family's immense wealth and laughed at behind closed doors. The humiliation and betrayal burned through her veins like acid. "You could cry," Julian whispered against her neck, his eyes predatory and dark. "Or you could make him regret he was ever born." Instead of running from the man cornering her in the dark, Kloe looked at the destroyed remains of her life, grabbed Julian's collar, and pulled him in. This time, she would make them all pay./1/117516/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260529204019&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ruin: The Betrayed Heiress's Comeback
At my grand engagement party, my mother handed me a glass of champagne with a perfect smile. After drinking it, my vision blurred, and I woke up the next morning in a ruined dress next to a stranger's shirt. When I stumbled back into the ballroom, my future mother-in-law publicly announced my infidelity, and my fiancé Preston looked at me like I was garbage. It was a flawless setup orchestrated by my own family. But the nightmare had just begun. When my stepsister Annelise was suddenly kidnapped by the city's most feared underworld boss, Preston didn't hesitate to make a trade. "Give him Chloe. Get Annelise back." My parents watched coldly as I was dragged away into a black SUV, sacrificed to a ruthless kingpin to save the sister who had just stolen my life. I later learned they even planned to marry me off to a paralyzed, dying man just to unlock a family trust fund. I was suffocating in despair and disbelief. The people who were supposed to protect me had drugged me, destroyed my reputation, and fed me to the wolves without a second thought. To them, I was just a commodity to be sold. But they severely underestimated the monster they threw me to. Standing in the dimly lit study of the masked mob boss, I didn't beg for my life. Instead, I signed a contract to become his exclusive property, asking for only one thing in return: absolute, total revenge./1/118521/coverorgin.jpg?v=adda44865c738a4eaa442ce0e5dd1a6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Save My Possessive Billionaire
I clutched the black marble urn containing Darien's ashes, my white dress soaking with blood from the gunshot wound in my abdomen. The people I trusted most—my adoptive family and my mentor—had cornered me in an abandoned warehouse. My adoptive sister stepped on my bleeding leg with her stiletto, mocking me as a parasite. "His death wasn't an accident, you know. It was very profitable," my brother laughed, confessing they had shorted the family company's stock. My trusted doctor smiled, admitting she had altered Darien's medication to slowly poison him. Even the uncle who used to bounce me on his knee sighed, revealing he had leaked Darien's schedule to orchestrate the fatal car crash just to pay off his debts. They had brutally murdered the only man who ever truly protected me, and now the doctor was raising a knife to ruin my face out of pure jealousy. I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I pressed the detonator hidden beneath the urn, dragging all my tormentors into a fiery hell before I plunged into the freezing ocean. As the icy water filled my lungs, the agony of their betrayal and the despair of losing Darien tore my soul apart. Why did he have to die for their greed? A splitting headache tore through the darkness, and a cold, furious voice exploded in my ear. Opening my eyes, I wasn't at the bottom of the sea. I was back in my bedroom ten years ago, looking up at a very much alive Darien./1/113894/coverorgin.jpg?v=8fa40444c6ebf9f922b8a5edd8802e28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
