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Romance Books for Women

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My Comatose CEO Wife

My Comatose CEO Wife

I signed a contract to marry a comatose billionaire. It was just business-a way to save my parents from crushing medical debt. I was a broke musician, she was a famous Silicon Valley CEO, and my job was simple: act like a devoted husband while she was unconscious. But then, a voice started talking in my head. "Ugh, this Jell-O tastes like sadness." It was her. Victoria. The woman everyone thought was brain-dead was fully conscious inside, and I was the only one who could hear her. Suddenly, my life became a bizarre performance. I was trapped, not just by the contract, but by her relentless, snarky inner monologue. I acted out her hidden desires-eating tacos by her bedside, arguing about bad rom-coms-all while the world hailed me as the ultimate devoted husband. The fame exploded, her company's stock soared, and everyone believed the fairy tale. Except me. And her, the voice in my head. But just as our bizarre connection deepened, just as I started to fall for the real, hidden Tori, she woke up. And she believed the worst. She saw me in a staged embrace with another woman, heard whispers of my "devotion" while she was unconscious, and instantly branded me a perverted gold-digger. After weeks of sharing her innermost thoughts, after hearing her true self, how could she believe I was the villain? I wasn't just some broke musician anymore. I was the only person who truly knew Victoria Blackwood. So, standing there, accused and disgraced, I had a choice: walk away with the money, or fight for the woman whose voice had haunted my dreams. I chose to expose every secret, every quirk, every vulnerability she thought only she knew, hoping she'd finally see the real me. And the truth.
More Than Worthless

More Than Worthless

I married into the Sterling family, only to find myself alone on my wedding night, my husband, Mark Sterling, nowhere to be found. When he finally returned, he looked at me with disdain, sneering that I was "all ambition and no class," and admitted he was forced to marry me. My empire, built from nothing, suddenly felt worthless in his eyes. Days later, I overheard his cruel laughter and words: "Ava? She' s utterly bland. Tasteless, really." My company, the "goldmine" he coveted, was just a means to an end. The last illusion shattered, and I signed the divorce papers I had discreetly prepared, leaving them on his desk as I fled the city. Five years passed. I returned, a successful CEO of a global tech empire, and found him at a high-profile auction. Mark, arrogant as ever, tried to humiliate me by outbidding me on a car, convinced I was still the penniless woman he had discarded. He dragged me into the dirt, mocked me, and had me beaten for merely existing. The crowd, a chorus of old money and false smiles, reveled in my public humiliation, showering me with insults and even physical abuse. Why did they believe all his lies? Why was my success met with such venom? Why did they choose to dehumanize a woman they knew nothing about, based solely on his word? I had built an empire, yet in his eyes and the eyes of this city, I was still just "worthless trash" without him. But they didn't know the truth. They didn't know the power I now wielded, nor the influential man who stood silently by my side. As I lay there, bleeding and bruised, I knew this was just the beginning of my reckoning.
Dark Chemistry

Dark Chemistry

"Everything of you is a non-existing dangerous drug, Natalia. And I'm addicted to it." He rasped beside my ear then slowly but seductively brushed his nose on my neck and then my hair like he was smelling my body and my hair. I stopped breathing as I started feeling like I was going to pass out. ❥ If you start loving someone from deep down your heart, you will stop caring about the hurts, miseries, anguishes and traumas that he/she once caused in your life. You'll even be ready to sacrifice your own life for him/her. Love can change your miseries and traumas into peace and happiness, love can change an emotionless monster into a loverboy. If you don't want to love or don't want to be loved then love won't wait for your permission. You won't even realize 'where, when and how' you fell in love. Love can destroy you within a blink, love can bring you happiness and love can even kill you with no mercy. ✧⁠*(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)✧⁠*⁠. Natalia Rauf, a simple Bangladeshi girl, was living a peaceful life filled with family warmth, laughter, and the carefree joys of school and friendship. But all of that changed one night like a nightmare. The pull of the forbidden was irresistible, especially for an eighteen-year-old like her, craving excitement with her best friends. They sneaked into an infamous club to discover its secrecy and have fun. Tucked away from the usual haunts, the place thrummed with an eerie allure, promising both thrill and peril in equal measure. They enjoyed, really enjoyed. Unbeknownst to her, a predator's eyes followed her every move from the VIP balcony, lurking in the shadows. What began as a harmless night out would soon spiral into a deadly game of cat and mouse, forcing her to confront the terror of being hunted by a man with no mercy. " Highschool girl × Italian Mafia Boss "
The Maniac Son of A Mafia.

The Maniac Son of A Mafia.

Ashley is young and vibrant girl with the dreams of becoming a lawyer later in the future. She has this great family that she loves so much and vice versa. She gets rescued by someone that she never thought that they would ever speak to each other. This seems to have opened the door to many things that can be considered unwanted. Alex, an eighteen year old boy, lives a distant life with his past hung around his neck. He has a mental disorder and because of this hides from the world but after meeting Ashley who effortlessly starts uncovering his life. Things doesn't go smoothly as Ashley hopes that it will and gets heartbroken. But fate keeps bringing them closer even after years of left behind pain. Will Alex be able to move on from it all and run back into Ashley's arms? ~~~~~~~~~~ "Can you just stay away from me? Let me be." Alex shouted at her under the heavy rain. They were both soaked to the core and Ashley was shivering but because of her stubbornness, she refused to even take a step. "What do you mean? Why are you...you saying this?" "Stay away from me!" He yelled. "Never! I am not going to. Do your worst. Do what pleases you but I won't stay away." She answered and then ran away under the merciful rain. Alex closed his eyes, held his hair tighter and groaned. He punched the air with great annoyance. ~~~~~ Please check out my other books: 1] Meeting Mr Ice Volume one [ Completed ] 2] The CEOs Rejected Bride [ Completed ]
A Name Without A Past

A Name Without A Past

Title- A Name Without A Past Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia Genre: Psychological Suspense Romance / Crime Thriller Tagline: Memory lies. Danger doesn't.. Larry awakens in an abandoned hospital with no name, no past, and no memories-except one. A woman's face. Her voice. Her presence. The single image floating in the hollow wreckage of his mind is so sharp, so undeniable, that he knows she matters. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he must find her. Moments after he escapes the hospital, someone tries to kill him. Driven by instinct and the one memory he trusts, Larry follows the fragment of recognition until it leads him to Ella Morgan, a composed and fiercely intelligent homicide detective. But instead of relief, he's met with confusion. Ella has never seen him before. According to her, he is a stranger. But danger arrives before either of them can walk away. A sudden attack convinces Ella that Larry is not lying-someone wants him dead. And the attempt on his life mirrors the recent string of unsolved murders she is investigating. Against policy and against her better judgment, Ella takes him under temporary protection. Immediately, unsettling cracks begin to appear in her certainty. Larry recognizes places connected to the case. He reacts to threats with a trained instinct he can't explain. And his fragmented flashbacks seem tied to secrets Ella wasn't supposed to uncover. As they race to piece together his missing identity, a darker truth begins to emerge. Larry's amnesia is no accident. Evidence points to a covert operation, a covered-up crime, and powerful enemies determined to bury the truth permanently. His erased memory may hold the key to a conspiracy that reaches into the police force, the city's elite-and Ella's own past. With each step closer to the truth, the connection between them deepens. Larry feels drawn to her with an unshakable certainty that defies logic, while Ella fights the pull of a man who may be the missing link to her most dangerous case yet. But as Larry's memories begin to return, so does a chilling realization: Ella wasn't just a face in his mind. She was the last person he tried to protect before everything went dark. Now, the enemies hunting Larry have turned their sights on her. In a deadly race against a faceless adversary, Larry and Ella must unravel the past he's forgotten before it destroys them both. Because the silence Larry woke up with isn't empty-it's hiding a witness, a secret, and a truth someone is willing to kill to keep buried. And the closer the truth gets, the more dangerous remembering becomes.
Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

The tip of my fountain pen hovered over the divorce agreement. Across the mahogany desk, my billionaire husband, Chandler, looked at me with cold, dead eyes, waiting for me to sign my life away. What he didn't know was that a phantom pain was still tearing through my chest—the memory of cold steel sliding between my ribs. In my previous life, I foolishly signed these papers, burning down my marriage for my lover, Chace, and my sweet stepsister, Annalise. Only to be left to bleed to death in a dark alley while they laughed, planning to steal my son and Chandler's fortune. Reborn at the exact moment of my ruin, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds. I desperately tried to make amends, even joining a reality show with my traumatized six-year-old son to prove I had changed. But Chace and Annalise wouldn't let me go. Seeing my public redemption, they panicked and released a hyper-realistic deepfake sex tape of me and Chace. They demanded $300 million from Chandler, framing my newfound love for my family as an elaborate, sickening long con. Chandler burst into the house, throwing the blackmail papers at my feet. His eyes were filled with broken agony and absolute disgust, fully believing that my tears, my apologies to our son, and my desperate kisses were all just a performance for money. He thought I was the exact same monster who had destroyed him once before. The old me would have screamed, cried, and played right into their hands. Instead, I calmly stepped forward, gently smoothed the collar of his suit jacket, and looked into his tortured eyes. "I'm not going to explain the video, or the money." "I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness." "I am asking you for one thing, Chandler." "You have to trust me."
Not His Brother's Fool

Not His Brother's Fool

Ethan Scott promised me a Texas-sized wedding, then drove off with a greasy-haired woman he called his "business partner," leaving me pregnant with his brother Caleb's child. I married Caleb, secured, and settled into our new life on the outskirts of town, far from the Scotts. A year later, Ethan and his mistress, Tara, rolled back in, broke and bitter, expecting to find me forlorn-instead they found me heavily pregnant on the porch. Tara, with a sneer, convinced Ethan I was a conniving gold-digger, trying to pass off another man' s child as his. Fueled by her lies, Ethan, his own brother, lunged at me, pushing our mother aside before dragging me into the dusty yard. He publicly humiliated me, screaming I was a "cheating whore," then kicked me to my knees, snarling he' d "beat the truth out of me." The horror escalated when he grabbed a hot fire poker, and Tara hissed for him to "brand" me. He shoved me into a filthy pigsty, where a sow charged, slamming into my side, tearing agony erupting through me. I screamed, bleeding heavily, realizing my baby was coming, right there in the mud, as Ethan and Tara laughed. I thought I was going to die, my baby too, abandoned to the filth. Just as darkness closed in, Caleb's truck screeched to a halt, and he emerged, a mask of pure, cold fury, his eyes finding me in the pigsty. He plunged through the mud, scooped me up, and as he carried me away, Tara dared to mock him, "You don' t have to pretend, Caleb! We saved you!" His reply, chillingly quiet, promised, "If she dies, I will kill you both with my bare hands."