Romance Books for Women
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The Alpha's Surrogate
Aviana runs away from a drug dealer who is obsessed with her, In another city, trying to start a new life, on a stormy day she meets alpha Nikolas who changes her life. ... Follow Aviana on her journey as learns more about the beautiful city of crescent stone, nothing is as things appear to be./0/65944/coverorgin.jpg?v=3213d8c0e3fe42f38872874fda431860&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled with mr billionaire
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Barbara ." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Barbara ." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Barbara ." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where shouldn't g-go. "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble. I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded . "Yes Mr. Parker." Parker Luke, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Sarah Barbara , 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Sarah comes as a babysitter of Luke's son? Let's find out in the story...../0/18250/coverorgin.jpg?v=c574126a8f81cb585767319774848486&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Steal My Heart
Jillian was a well trained police officer, the only friend of Aya that she trusted the most. When Aya found out that she has another brother, she insisted Jillian to take responsibility in investigating Willie Harvard. As her investigation goes further and further, her heart was being stolen by this man. Willie Harvard knew how to steal a woman’s heart indeed. His characteristics was so much like his father. He was manly and incredibly handsome. The only difference was he was abandoned by their biological father. His loneliness was filled with thrills and overwhelming passion when he met Jillian. What will happen if Jillian finds out the truth? Will her heart give in or will they separate? How will their hearts become one?/0/72433/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1fe8a5a88e38d8543e1f4b664f231b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Amelia's Billionaire
Amelia and Edward, a young couple in love elopes to get married because their marriage was not supported. This decision leaves them broke until they met Andrew Williams, a celebrity billionaire who offers them $2 million in exchange for a night with Amelia They agreed but Edward took off with the money leaving Amelia stranded. Andrew found out and decided to take Amelia in which started a whole new love story for her. Amelia regains her strength and is able to exact revenge on Edward./1/114287/coverorgin.jpg?v=96f7b89dcbdbdcac8206a191f6d52ce9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb
I woke up to the screech of a megaphone and realized I had transmigrated into a YA novel called *Roses Under Thorns*. I wasn't the beloved heroine. I was Chloe Carrillo, a disposable scholarship student whose only purpose was to die in a tragic car crash to advance the plot. Desperate to survive, I tried to become invisible. But fate played a sick joke, making me the roommate of the female lead and drawing the suffocating, obsessive attention of her powerful brother, Dean Gibbs. While desperately avoiding Dean's controlling grasp, my nightmare worsened. An untraceable cyberstalker began hunting me. He called me "Little Lamb." He left a burner phone in my secret library hideout, sent photos of me taken from ceiling vents, and texted me the moment I stepped out of the dorm shower. "The water looks warm. Enjoy your shower." The police couldn't help, and asking Dean meant trading one terrifying cage for another. I didn't understand why this was happening. I was supposed to be a nobody, yet I was trapped in an invisible web, monitored every second of my life. Refusing to be a victim, I tracked down the university's legendary phantom hacker, Ashton Bridges. I handed him my devices, begging him to trace the stalker, thinking I had finally found a safe ally. I didn't know that as soon as the lab door closed behind me, he pulled up a live camera feed of my bedroom, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Little Lamb, you walked right into my arms."/1/101958/coverorgin.jpg?v=340c894240726221c2ff47483a80177c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Grand Remorse
For nearly a decade, I was the perfect wife to Grant Sloan, sacrificing my own dreams to support his meteoric rise. But when I saw a photo of him at a company gala with his young intern, Kylee, his hand on her back and a smile I hadn't seen in years, I knew my marriage was over. My world shattered further when my younger sister, Aubrie, was assaulted by her boss. I begged Grant, a top lawyer, to help her. He coldly refused, claiming his caseload was full, only to later stand in court as the defense attorney for my sister's attacker-who turned out to be Kylee's brother. The betrayal was absolute. Fueled by Kylee's vicious online campaign, Aubrie was driven to suicide, jumping from the courthouse roof as Grant and I watched. The final, sickening blow came when Kylee desecrated Aubrie's grave, grinding her ashes into the dirt over a plot she wanted for her dead puppy. Grant, finally seeing Kylee's monstrous nature, brutally punished her and her brother. He came back to me, broken and begging for forgiveness, even staging a grand public proposal. He thought his remorse could erase the blood on his hands and the ashes on the ground. I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and offered him a single word. "No."/0/83140/coverorgin.jpg?v=178dc9617cc583b82a3a4acc268cf1af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Velvet Sin
He walked into my mother's life like he belonged there. A tall man with a calm voice and unreadable eyes. He smelled like clean soap and sin, like whiskey sipped under expensive chandeliers. When he smiled at my mother, I noticed how his dimple only dipped on one side. When he looked at me, he hesitated-just a second too long for it to be innocent. That was when I knew I was in trouble. I was seventeen, old enough to know better, but young enough to feel everything all at once. He was thirty-eight, a respected architect who spoke in quiet words and made grown men listen. My mother called him her fresh start. But I couldn't stop staring. At dinner, I watched the veins in his hand as he held his wine glass. I memorized the way his lips curved around words like darling and sweetheart. My mother thought he was saying it to her. I let her believe that. But I knew. That first night, when he helped me carry the dishes, our hands brushed. He didn't pull away. And I didn't breathe. That was the night I fell in love with my stepfather./0/83789/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3ece5ebd2659dcf4086f55016893bfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Picture: Her Undying Love
I spent three years building a life with Kaelen, only for him to stand me up on our anniversary, his engagement to another woman announced live on national TV. Heartbroken and secretly pregnant, I tried to escape, but Kaelen threatened to destroy my family's bakery. I became his gilded cage pet, enduring his political fiancée's cruel taunts and veiled threats. But the ultimate betrayal came when I was kidnapped, and forced to call Kaelen, asking him to choose: me and our baby, or his career. He hung up. I was left with an impossible choice, plummeting into a raging river to escape my captors. For five years, he thought I was gone. Now he's back, a ruthless force determined to reclaim me, but I've built a new life, a new family. He wants me back, but he has no idea the lengths I've gone to protect my daughter, or the shocking test that awaits him, forcing him to choose once and for all: power and legacy, or the one true family he unknowingly abandoned./1/112665/coverorgin.jpg?v=53a44e636c05be123a1096d06a18ba6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Spectacular High Society Return
On our third wedding anniversary, I spent six hours preparing a perfect dinner for my billionaire husband. But when I went into his study, I accidentally unlocked his private server and discovered my entire marriage was a sham. He explicitly chose me—a girl with zero background and zero resources—just to build a "controlled environment" to punish and provoke his ex-girlfriend. When I confronted him and demanded a divorce, he violently yanked me back, causing me to crash into a marble table. I was six weeks pregnant. As I bled out on the floor, he just stood there and watched coldly. Later at the hospital, his ex strutted into my room to mock my miscarriage. Worse, I overheard my husband telling his partner that he let me fall on purpose to eliminate any permanent ties, and even bribed the doctor to falsely declare me permanently infertile. "She has no resources. In thirty days, she'll be begging to come back." He sneered, confident that his meticulously designed cage had broken me completely. He thought I was just a pathetic charity case he could throw away. He didn't know that before I became his docile wife, I was "The Shepherd," an underground racing champion with 45 million dollars sitting in an offshore bank account. I took off my blood-stained coat, left his diamond ring on the table, and initiated a million-dollar transfer. This time, I was playing by my own rules./0/80869/coverorgin.jpg?v=f47671c9cf54d3d38c919919b1abd751&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Forgiveness: A Husband's Vengeance
My wife, Sarah, and I had a perfect life plan: no kids, just us, travel, and careers. To seal the deal, I underwent a vasectomy. I came home that day, a bag of frozen peas on my groin, feeling a strange mix of relief and finality, ready to celebrate. But Sarah didn't want to celebrate. She sat beside me, her grip tight, and said, "There's something I need to tell you. I've changed my mind about kids. I want one now. With Ethan." The name of her college flame hit me like a punch. My blood ran cold. She looked at her perfectly manicured nails, explaining calmly, "Since you can't have children now, it actually works out perfectly." She expected me to help raise this child, to be part of their "modern family." The audacity, the sheer, calculated cruelty of it, stole my breath. She had waited, let me go through with an irreversible procedure, then dropped this monstrous bomb. How could someone be so utterly devoid of empathy for the wreckage she’d caused? My mother, Maria, had always said Sarah was a sweet girl, but this was a bottomless abyss of betrayal. I stared at the woman I loved, the woman who had just slit my future open from navel to throat. "I want a divorce, Sarah," I said, the words heavy and final. My love, once a blazing fire, was now a smoldering ruin. In its place, something hard and unforgiving was beginning to grow. This wasn't just a breakup; this was an act of war, and I was going to make sure she paid for every calculated lie./0/84438/coverorgin.jpg?v=38d1ce94fe955eb91395a11fb14f80bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Betrayal: Her New Beginning
I woke up, not from sleep, but like snapping back into a nightmare I'd already lived. The cramped cabin's stale air, pine scent – hauntingly familiar. Jake stood there, hand out, his voice wheedling: "Sarah, Brenda needs that locket." Brenda. The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. My mother' s locket was still at my neck. Last time, I' d blindly given it to them, believing Brenda' s lies about feeling close to my mom. It was my first, fatal mistake. Brenda claimed it brought her luck, and it did. For her. While I… I died. On a remote hiking trail, an "accident" watched by both Brenda and Jake. His shifty eyes, fixed on me, pushed the same line: "Brenda just feels so close to your mom with it." A predator, I thought. A searing memory flashed: Brenda flaunting my locket, smiling, as I lay broken in that ravine, utterly abandoned. The betrayal, agony, my sickening idiocy pursuing love that led to my death. The sheer injustice burned. But not again. "The locket?" I feigned confusion. "Oh, I think I lost it." His face fell. Good. This time, I would live. I would fight. I just needed to hold on ten more days. My brother, Major Mike Collins, was coming./0/43233/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e91c12b8f40d5653af52259057fb90f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Obsession (Owned)
*Seventeen years ago* Mr Daniel Pablo, head of the famous and most powerful gang in all of New York, my father. He owned and controlled one of the biggest mob in Brooklyn. It was evening, he sat regally on his lush couch, smoking from his pipe, releasing thick smoke into the atmosphere, not minding that I was there with him, and I was only a ten year old boy. I raised my head, watching him keenly as he sucked in air and slowly breathed out thick white smoke, staring into space, one would tell he was lost in his thoughts. "Honey!" Mom cat walked into the lounge, wearing a red tight dress with a pair of high heeled shoes which clanged the marbled floor as she moved. "My love" dad moved the pipe and kissed her on her lips, staining his lips with her thick red lipstick. Of course, even an animal would tell that they were deeply in love with each other. "Garry is coming tomorrow.... for a business meeting" he placed the pipe at his side stool and made my mom sit on his laps. "Oh really?.... it's been a long time" she smiled, snuggling closer to him getting into his mouth, forgetting that I was there. Mom's eyes moved and her gaze landed on my eyes, I then looked away, continuing with the book I had in my hands. "Mario my son... It's time for bed, let's go" she walked over and took the book from me. "Let's go sweet" she said, I got up and moved. "It's already late" she added, walking with me till we got to the stairs. "Yvonne!.... Come take Mario to his room, it's time for bed" She called the maid servant. Of course, she never puts me to bed by herself, she was always busy. "Alright Mario.... Let's go" the lady reached out and took hold of my hand. " Don't! " I half yelled with my little voice as I withdrew my hand. Lady Yvonne, the new caretaker was startled as she let go of me, her face all scrunched up in surprise. "Oh, He doesn't like people touching him" Mom said from where she was, probably tangling her tongue with dad's. "Oh I'm sorry dear let's go" lady Yvonne led me upstairs to bed. ★The next day★ "Sir Pablo!, So good to see you" Mr Garry smiled as he fist bumped dad's gloved hand. Dad's hands were always gloved with knuckle gloves which covered half his fingers and his palms. Seeing him, you would think he was about to fight someone but no, it was just a normal accessory he fancied. "Garry, Have a seat" they both sat and started talking. Meanwhile mom and Garry's wife Mrs Monika had long been engaged in their feminine discussion as they talked and laughed. My gaze traveled and rested on Racheal their daughter who by right was supposed to be my friend but thanks to me, we weren't friends, because I didn't like having friends. "Mario honey, Go play with Racheal" Aunt Monika said, all smiles. I stared at her for some time with my usual unsmiling and stoic face. "What do you take me for ma'am? Playing is for kids, I'm not a small child" I said with an irritated expression and moved my gaze over to Racheal who sat on the marbled floor, playing and talking to herself. I could sense that Mrs Monika was shocked and felt a bit disrespected because I sounded that way. "My goodness!... Mario honey!" Mom released one of her fake laughs trying to cover up my actions, I just stared at her not bothered at all. "How about you be nice and show her to the library" mom smiled at me, there was an underlying meaning to her smile which only I understood, she always did it whenever she was trying to warn me. "Racheal dear, go with Mario to the library" Mom smiled brightly at the little girl. "Okay" she got up from the ground and skipped down to me, she made an attempt to touch me but I moved back, sending a glare her way. "Don't touch me" I hissed as I climbed the stairs, Racheal following slowly behind me. "Hahaha.... don't mind him Monika, kids can really be a handful at times" That was my mom, still trying to cover up. ★present ★ "I do not understand you Mario, is it that you are not man enough or your dick is paralysed?" Dad asked me looking pissed. " Father I..." I didn't even know what to say because the one who should be pissed was me, not even dad. " Or are you gay!?, Tell me Mario, why you have decided to die single!, you go about fucking your fellow men huh?, you chase after dicks? " " Dad!, I'm not gay!, Okay?, .... Just let me be" I looked away. " Then why have you refused to get married?, Racheal is there, and she won't remain single for ever, look at me" he spread his arms proudly. " Look at me, I'm a real man, and I proved it by getting married to your mother and having you, why do you want this legacy to end in your hands, son?, your mother and I are getting old" " Dad enough with that shit, I do not love Racheal or any other female out there!, I cannot love any female dad!, is it so hard for you to understand!?" "Shut up!" Dad swung his hand and hit me hard on my face. " Don't talk to me that way, I'm your father" My face stung really badly, my/0/56211/coverorgin.jpg?v=11ff8d90032616a1f177e7fdaca26977&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning The Heart Of A Cold Man
I slowly got out of the car after it stopped at the place I was going to. I am here now at a cafe where I will wait for my fiance. "Mr. Heynam, I'll just wait here outside." My driver promised. I just nodded to what he said and immediately entered the cafe. The place was filled with the coffee's aroma. It felt so nice. . . . I groaned. I looked at my watch several times but the person I was waiting for was still not here. 'It's been thirty minutes already!' I sighed. "Mr. Heynam?" I was surprised when someone suddenly called my last name. I immediately looked at him. "Ah-- It's me." I said and stood up. I reached out my hand to shake hands but he didn't accept it and just sat on the other side of the table. I smiled in awkwardness. "What did you want to discuss?" He said seriously after sitting down. "This is about our marriage. I wanted to clarify things with you first." I told him first and faced him. "I don't want to marry you when you have that boyfriend." I promise. He glared at me before uttering a word. "Do I look like a man who has time to find a lover? Do you even think that I am interested in getting married?" He asked me annoyed. I was silent. "If you also think that I have time for this, then you're wrong. If that's all you tell me, I'll leave." He said before standing up. "Mr. Alfonso." I just called. "Before you go, I want you to know that what I dislike the most in men are those who are grumpy and careless." I promised him. "If I will marry you, then I suggest you start changing your attitude towards others." I added. He just looked at me. "Are you kidding?" He said and I frowned. "What?" I'm confused by this question. "What right do you have to say that to me?" He asked me and before I could answer he approached me. His eyes were fierce. "Mr. Heynam, know your place." I was silent and my eyes widened. I clenched my fists and bit my lower lip. I just looked at Matthew Jayden Alfonso, my soon to be husband. He stared at me annoyed, "Go home." He told me, but I was silent. He sighed. "Go home and don't be stupid. I hate dealing with foolish people." He said before turning his back on me and leaving the cafe. I was blank for a moment. I'm Nah Lien Heynam. I am the fiance of the man from earlier Matthew Jayden Alfonso. We will get married soon because our families want to share our wealth. I'm also the only child of the Heynam family, so my parents have no choice but to marry me off. I hate it... but there's nothing I can do. My parents wanted more power, and as their son I couldn't do anything./0/30904/coverorgin.jpg?v=d35bbd599f3a356deb8f78d29aaf38bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Highlander For Christmas
Annabelle caught her fiance cheating with her best friend and her small town treats her like she is the problem. A mysterious relative sends her a letter saying she has inherited a Scottish estate in the highlands. Arriving at the estate she finds a run down house, some delinquent sheep and a kilt stealing Anatolian Shepherd. She must rebuild her home and her heart with the help of some cooky townfolk and Magnus the dog./0/21495/coverorgin.jpg?v=d64704e5ea8ff09d4a8a0a4e7e108dcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLS #2: Challenging The Billionaire
BLS #2 Sky Locason Billionaire that never fail to make girls knee go weak. He has the charm that everyone envy. Hates everyone who tried to hurt his family and his closest friends. He never give someone mercy, he always ended up crushing them in the end. Janet Stanmore Ordinary girl who loves to write a blog, she got money from there and working part time at the restaurant as waitress. She's really kind heart girl but she hates when people treat other not in a right way./0/18575/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2b4f10808006db43727a26175fcd626&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adoration Beyond Compare
Yvonne had never thought that her life would take such a drastic turn in a single day. Based on a misunderstanding, Yvonne, along with her friend, had to visit the police station. There, she saw her boyfriend, who was detained and accused of participating in prostitution. Despite the shock and the numbing pain in her heart, she held back her tears and broke up with him right there. But her day wasn't done and the drama didn't end there. The misunderstanding that had led her to the police station brought her into Cary’s world--the luxurious world of the youngest tycoon in the city. “Be my woman,” he whispered to her, and that moment onward, he adored her without end and beyond compare./0/85736/coverorgin.jpg?v=9387a84cbf8c45eba82f6f1b63508d32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Jilted Lover's Triumphant Return
The new house smelled of fresh paint, a fresh start for Ava Miller, a successful tech entrepreneur, her loving husband Liam, and their two-year-old son, Leo. Her peaceful suburban dream shattered when a car pulled up, and out stepped her aunt and cousin-faces she hadn't seen since she left her old life behind. "Ava! We heard you moved into the neighborhood! What a surprise!" her aunt chirped, her voice dripping with forced sweetness. Her cousin' s sly glance past Ava signaled trouble: "We ran into Ethan Hayes's mother... She was saying how much Ethan still misses you." The name hung in the air, a poisonous cloud. Ethan Hayes, her college sweetheart, the man who publicly humiliated her by announcing his engagement to another woman at their supposed engagement party. They twisted the knife, claiming Ethan still pined for her, ignoring her cold silence, daring to suggest reconciliation. Then came the final insult, "His mother said he' s not happy with Chloe. He' s still waiting for you, Ava." A strange calm settled over Ava. The heartbroken girl they knew was dead. "I appreciate your concern," Ava said, a polite, chilling smile on her face. "But I think there's been a misunderstanding." She pulled Liam forward, her husband of two years, and gestured to Leo, playing happily in the yard. "This is my husband, Liam. And that's our son, Leo." Their smiles shattered, replaced by stunned silence. The image they held of her-the pining, discarded lover-crumbled before the woman she had become. After all this time, after all she had endured, did they truly believe she was still the same person, waiting for the man who broke her? Her past, once a painful scar, became her shield. The calm in her voice held a dangerous promise: Her life with Liam was not a misunderstanding, but a meticulously built fortress against the ghosts she had outrun./0/92225/coverorgin.jpg?v=607342ac5c3a8668e7f7c3d28f27ddb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Echoes of a Silent Song
I was part of a famous duo with Brayden Reynolds in the industry. He once shielded me from a stalker's acid attack and chose to go public with our relationship at the height of his fame, giving me a sense of security. Everyone believed our story would end like the songs I wrote for him. A perfect finale with the couple walking hand in hand toward happiness. But then that girl sang our love song in a live stream, duetting sweetly with Brayden. She even sent me the recording. "Thanks for the hit song, Eve," she said. "And thanks for shaping Brayden into such a great man. From now on, he's all mine." At the end of the video, Brayden stood half-naked, his back revealing a jagged, ugly scar. I made a phone call, cranking the speaker to max, savoring the woman's fading screams through the receiver. "Eve Walton!" Brayden's fiery rage burned in his eyes. But I just smiled and slapped the divorce papers and settlement agreement in front of him./0/82816/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ce45801ae33acb14871845dbf3edcb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not His Second Choice Anymore
I woke up in 1982, my 22-year-old body buzzing with memories of a 72-year marriage to Mark Johnson. This was my second chance. Today was the day Mark proposed in our past life, and my heart beat with familiar hope, ready to relive our perfect love story. I found him at the town gathering, my heart leaping. But he wasn't looking for me. Instead, Mark went straight to Bree Thompson, his confident smile fixed on her. Then, loud enough for everyone, he asked her out. My treasured memory, my entire hope, shattered instantly. That perfect marriage, all those cherished moments, felt poisoned. He was reborn too, and he clearly wanted someone else. Public humiliation, malicious accusations, and finally, deliberately snapping my guitar string right before my talent show performance-his cruelty knew no bounds. My beautiful past was ruined. Was our entire 72-year marriage a lie? Was I just a convenient second choice? The rage and disbelief at this changed man consumed me. Why was he so intent on destroying me? Why did he hate the life we' d built? The confusion was a constant ache. But defiance sparked. I sang acapella, winning a demo deal. Enraged, Mark dropped his charade, spewing venom about how I'd held him back. "We're done!" I declared, finally seeing the selfish parasite he always was. This was my true second chance: to embrace my music, my freedom, and my own splendid future./1/105203/coverorgin.jpg?v=da5bc2911f0d34562ec6980140097061&imageMogr2/format/webp)
