Romance Books for Women
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The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me
"It's still her." Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn't even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne's brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband-a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. "What," I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, "did you have in mind?"/1/100069/coverorgin.jpg?v=266299a282d1ae46819c8552b3d79f23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Rejected Mate: A Billionaire's Unexpected Surprise
"She was his secret mistake. He was her unexpected prison." Arrogant Billionaire CEO Kaius 'K.K.' Kincaid only wanted one night with his fierce rival, CEO Elara Vane. She was a temporary conquest, a beautiful obsession he ruthlessly crushed and discarded the very next morning with a blank check. Rejected and humiliated, Elara vowed revenge. But 30 days later, a small white stick shatters her world. She despises him. Yet, she is carrying his heir. When Kaius discovers the unexpected pregnancy, his dormant Controlling Alpha Instinct flares to life. He will not allow his child-or its mother-to escape his grasp. Trapped in a world of forced proximity, intense passion, and dark secrets, will Elara survive the obsession of the man who rejected her, or will hate slowly burn into something far more dangerous?/0/84820/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205132&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Love: A Wife's Reckoning
My life was a carefully curated masterpiece: a devoted husband, a lavish Upper East Side apartment, and the gentle recovery from a tragic miscarriage. I thought I had it all, even as I yearned for the child we'd lost. Then, a whispered conversation tore through the veneer. I heard my husband, Ethan, and his colleagues, talking about "placental therapy" for another woman, Sabrina. "Jocelyn thinks she just had a tragic miscarriage," one slurred. "She' ll never know you paid that 'specialist' … All for Sabrina' s sake. Now she' s got a bun in the oven, and Jocelyn' s none the wiser." The truth unspooled with sickening clarity. My miscarriage wasn't tragic; it was engineered. The "herbal wellness smoothies" Ethan made me every morning, meant to aid my recovery, were laced with birth control. Everything he' d done, every comforting word, every loving gesture, was a calculated lie for her benefit. My grief turned to cold fury. The husband I loved had weaponized my body, my trust, and my desire for a family. He wasn't just having an affair; he had conspired to steal my fertility to ensure another woman carried his "true heir." My decision was chillingly absolute. On Ethan' s "business trip" day, I drained our joint account, left only divorce papers, and vanished, ready to build a real life far from the gilded cage he' d constructed./0/34206/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf39f1e2ff50be92627980420f1886e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owen Louise Burke: Carrying the Baby of a Stranger
Let's hide her identity, her name is Marriel. She's 20 years old, make up artist of Funeral Home in Santa Cristina. Her mind is not ordinary unlike the other woman, she loves adventure and creepy things. She's looks dumb but intelligent for the people who know her. She had a boyfriend when she was 18 but sad to say, her ex boyfriend take advantage her weakness. She's helpless, hopeless, and nobody cares for her. One car accident happened in Santa Cristina and Owen Burke is the man who's inside the car. He's rich man, there's a lot of charity home and school, there's a lot of clubhouse and hotel, and the only one son of Burke family. One moment happened inside the funeral homes, that makes everyone hilarious. But someday, so on will change someone else life. That night Owen Burke inside the Funeral Home, and Marriel the one who will took care of him. That moment, Marriel looking at Owen face. He's handsome, then Marriel look down to his chest, then to the private part. Marriel was shocked and cover her face. "Unbelievable!" She muttered, her body feel shivers, hot, and wet the under part. "I can't stop myself!" She muttered./0/85469/coverorgin.jpg?v=14a2f4842f91e8a9b7c63384aac61a19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Other Woman, My Broken Heart
It was our third wedding anniversary, and I sat alone at a dinner table set for two, a positive pregnancy test clutched in my hand. I' d imagined telling Ethan a thousand times, picturing his joy, the final piece of our life together clicking into place. But then headlights swept across the living room window, and relief turned to ice as I watched him help Chloe, his college sweetheart and the ghost of our marriage, out of the passenger door. I knew, in that single, shattering moment, that it was over. Chloe had waltzed back into our lives months ago, claiming heartbreak, and Ethan had swallowed it whole, canceling our plans to "cheer her up." Now, she was in our living room, draped on our couch, with Ethan stroking her hair, a tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. He accused me of being selfish for pointing out it was our anniversary, twisting our wedding vows into a weapon against me, defending Chloe with a venom I' d never seen directed at myself. The fight left me, all hope draining away as I realized the man I loved was gone, replaced by a stranger who saw me with annoyance and disdain. Then Chloe, with a smirk, told me I was just a placeholder, sending a photo of Ethan asleep in a hotel room, a kiss mark on his neck, sealing my fate. My world went silent, the brutal truth hitting me: I had never stood a chance against her, the great love of his life. I found the hidden divorce papers, a secret escape hatch he'd prepared, and signed my name. When he finally stumbled in, smelling of whiskey and her perfume, I showed him the photo, and then he left again, for her, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. I was done being the quiet, steady one, the convenient wife. I called my best friend, Sarah, determined to leave, ready to protect the tiny, secret life growing inside me from this poison./0/37775/coverorgin.jpg?v=8088245f3534373480cbb3289b01ab82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Three Nights With The Lycan Prince
THREE NIGHTS WITH THE LYCAN PRINCE Prince Logan Odell, A Lycan. He was birthed by a woman who was discarded by her own pack and enslaved by the Alpha of Mystic Shadows Fortress where she had him. He was born into a life of torture and slavery despite his royal identity. As a result of this, he grew up hard and cold hearted. He vowed never to be weak like his mother. He deprived himself a chance to feel loved or ever love anyone. Until he met a certain green eyed girl who became his undoing. Jovy Finlay, a beautiful latent wolf. She was maltreated, neglected and hated on by her family because of what they considered to be a deficiency; Being a latent wolf. Pains was evident in her existence. Deciding to have fun a little after heeding the advice of her best friend, Jovy attended a free access frat party and from there she went on a three-day sex spree with a total stranger. He made her feel different. She fell in love with him. Unfortunately, Jovy’s life took an abrupt turn when the whole pack decided to marry her off as a gift to a ruthless alpha just to gain his favor. What happens when Logan finds himself fighting between his refusal to love and accept to love? What will be Jovy’s next move after finding out that she has fallen in love with the most feared Lycan in their world?/0/60162/coverorgin.jpg?v=84c384ac333dc7660883044f9c60f214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Runaway Bride Is The World's Coveted Treasure
She was a world-famous biologist of extraordinary genius, while he was the privileged heir to an elite family, renowned for his unmatched intellect and headline-making achievements. She deliberately pursued him, treating their union as a calculated, high-stakes gamble to bear a child inheriting his brilliant mind and superior genes. With her objective fulfilled, she planned to vanish without a trace, severing every tie. But he met her with a cold, mocking smile. "Leave whenever you like. But the child stays with me." He initially dismissed her as a penniless opportunist-until he learned she was no ordinary woman, but a rare, coveted treasure chased by the world's elite. In reality, she ruled a billion-dollar empire as its mysterious CEO, wielded mysterious healing powers, and stood as an acclaimed global researcher whose work inspired awe. Amid all her hidden layers, he was well aware of one thing-he would never agree to a divorce./0/80278/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193327&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Day Showdown: I Married My Best Friend
Vegas wedding day. I stood in my dress, heart pounding, ready for my fiancé, Bryce. Then, a scene out of a nightmare unfolded: a woman and a child burst in, the boy crying, "Daddy!" Unbelievably, Bryce revealed this was his ex, Kelli, and their son, Jayden. He announced he was marrying her instead—right then and there—and asked me to pose for a "friend photo" for social media. My world shattered as they walked into the chapel, leaving me publicly humiliated. The nightmare, I soon learned, was just beginning. Not content with abandoning me, Bryce and his crew invaded my beautiful Malibu home, trashing it, defiling my most cherished possessions. The very next day, they threw a brazen party on my private lawn, mocking my pain. When I confronted them, their malicious posse turned violent, shoving and hitting me, screaming accusations that I was the "homewrecker." Bryce, the coward, just stood by. I was bruised, violated, and utterly alone, my sanctuary desecrated. How could someone I loved unleash such monstrous cruelty? How could I, the victim, suddenly become the villain in the eyes of a hostile crowd? My spirit was crushed; I felt utterly helpless against this wave of injustice. Just as I thought all hope was lost, a sleek black SUV screeched to a halt. Nolan. My oldest friend for ten years. He'd left a multi-billion dollar deal mid-signing to get here. He stepped out, eyes blazing, and in a voice that brooked no argument, he simply said, "I'm her husband."/0/86767/coverorgin.jpg?v=3673875b331dd0f92ddbf23cb65b36cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assistant’s Escape: From Abuse to Love
"Ethan, why the sudden resignation? You're heading to Norway?" the HR manager asked. I was Sarah Jenkins's longest-serving, most loyal assistant, but I had no reason to stay anymore. A bitter smile touched my lips as I remembered how I had been tricked into a marriage seven years ago with Sarah, who used me as a stand-in for her ex, David. Now, she was pregnant and needed a husband. I found them at "The Gilded Lily," Sarah tending to David's injury, her face full of adoration. I was invisible, a servant, bringing clothes for David. Even my son, Leo, saw it. He looked at their linked hands, hurt flickering in his eyes. That night, Leo, my son, whispered, "This is the 97th time Mom has made me sad. Three more times. When it gets to 100, we'll leave Mom and never come back." My heart ached. Sarah had promised to celebrate his birthday, but she was flaunting her relationship with David on social media. When she came home, reeking of alcohol, she shoved a toy at me. "This is for Leo." It was the one she'd forgotten. A wave of frustration washed over me. "Let's get a divorce." She stared at me, then curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Can you and your son survive without me?" The next day, I handed her the divorce papers. She signed them without looking, her mind on an international call. I hated her condescending gestures, the expensive suits she bought me that were meant for someone like David. "I can give you a marriage, I can give you money, but you can't hope for my love. I hope you always remember your place." Her words sliced my heart. What right did I have to be upset? I was just the assistant, the stand-in husband. At a family dinner, her mother constantly compared me and my son to David and his son, Lucas. Lucas, a spoiled brat, then falsely accused Leo of hitting him with a fork. Before I could defend Leo, Sarah slapped our son. "Still lying!" My eyes burned red. How could she? The world went silent. Leo, his cheek red and swollen, looked at her, his soft voice filled with defiance. "I hate you. I don't have a mom like you!" My heart shattered. She had given birth to him, but she had never raised him. She only knew how to hurt him. "You're disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!" I roared, grabbing Leo's hand, ignoring Sarah. She tried to grab me, but I pulled away. "David is still waiting for you." She let go, her eyes darting to him. My heart turned to ice. She chose him again. I leaned down to Leo, "How about we go to Norway tonight?" He nodded, his gaze firm. "Okay." This was it. There was nothing left for me here. I packed our bags, buried a box of old memories, and placed the signed divorce papers on the table. Then, I texted her: "100." Moments later, she replied, "What?" My face impassive, I typed back: "My son and I gave you 100 chances to hurt us. Today was your 100th time." No more. My son and I were flying into the night, leaving her, and our past, behind./0/45562/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240510110727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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THE UNMASKED HEIRESS: Isabella Hartman is back
She vanished from her past, became an ex-convict to save the billionaire BlackVale heir, Ethan. But little did she know that Ethan was sleeping with her stepsister, and his plan to marry her was only for his devious reasons. She smartly escaped her shadowy legacy to reclaim her birthright as the trillionaire heiress. Now, Isabella Hartman returns, fierce, unbreakable, and poised to dismantle the empire that betrayed her. Her enemies wouldn't let her strive and now, there was a new love interest for in her in the same family she was once betrayed. Would she risk her empire to team with this BlackVale blood who swept her off her feet in style? "Hi, I am not Ethan BlackVale, I am Elijah Black." Some legacies aren't just inherited, they're hunted./0/88065/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d0b2c7b53bfb3053400e4813f94b65e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She gave me sight, I lost her forever
Kael gradually regained his sight until he was fully healed, while Lyra discovered her first gray hair, a symbol of the passage of time. Mirkay, seeking investors for her company, contacted Kael's company. Lyra, tasked with rejecting the proposal, made Mirkay realize that the company belonged to Kael. After an investigation, Mirkay discovered that Lyra was the daughter of the man who had once asked him for help. With Ferrer's help, Kael and Lyra attended a meeting of werewolves. Upon seeing Kael, many began to rebel against Mirkay. Artemisa, realizing the situation, became consumed with jealousy towards Lyra. Kael, with the support of his betas, reclaimed the throne without resistance, as his clan was tired of Mirkay's rule. Mirkay, defeated, swore revenge. Mirkay informed Lyra's father that his daughter was now the King's Luna, suggesting he ask her for money. After being rejected, Lyra's father publicly accused her of betraying her clan. Sora, discovering that Lyra was her half-sister and that Kael was the king, tried to seduce Kael and demanded privileges in the company and the clan. Tired of the constant annoyances from her father and Sora, Lyra confronted her father about the way he treated her mother. Kael supported Lyra and initiated a trial against them in the werewolf council. Kael insisted on marrying Lyra, but she rejected the proposal, concerned about her short life expectancy. Kael, misunderstanding the situation, believed Lyra was wavering between him and Ferrer, which enraged him. Artemisa took advantage of the situation to get closer to Kael. Although Kael planned to exile her along with Mirkay, the elders insisted that Lyra was not fit to be Luna and proposed Artemisa as an alternative. Despite Kael's support, Lyra was not accepted by the clan. She dedicated herself to caring for the children and Rose. Kael allowed the children to accompany him in management matters. Rose, reluctant to leave her old house, received frequent visits from Lyra./0/40371/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519075659&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced bride
April has started college. The problem? Her ex-husband is the professor of one of her subjects. April will not only have to deal with the feelings in her heart; she will have to try not to fall into the temptations Teo gives her: every time he gets close. Will it be passion or love? Erick is suddenly aware: he is losing her forever. Will he want to go back to his ex-wife, when he himself asked for a divorce? Or will he only start to value her, now that he sees her getting closer with someone else?/0/18633/coverorgin.jpg?v=6889bae8df84ece32f71c921f6b1103e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal of Love: Ex-husband Comes To Me Again
It was a strange night for Windy when she caught Shawn, the man who once swore to marry her, and her own sister having a passionate scene before their wedding. Although Shawn insisted that he had mistaken Carol by accident, Windy was well aware of the fact that he had feelings towards her sister since they met for the first time. This misleading romance had lasted for two years so far, which was a long time for Windy. However, she couldn't allow it to last any longer. As a result, Windy went on with the wedding even after what had happened. Eventually, she just gave up on him because of his unhealthy indifference and left him for good. Little did Shawn know that five years later, she would come back to conquer it all./0/82874/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201651&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Bride's Revenge
My New York apartment smelled of lilies and roses, and my perfect Hamptons wedding was just three days away. Mark Olsen was everything I'd ever wanted: charming, successful, and devoted. I was about to become Mrs. Mark Olsen, stepping into the solid, perfect future we' d planned. Then a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Can't believe you're still going through with this sham wedding. Last weekend was proof you belong with ME. Call it off like you promised, or I will. - T." My breath hitched. The words swam before my eyes. Mark was supposedly at a finance conference that very weekend, but my investigative dive into "T" (Tiffany Hayes, his high school ex) revealed glossy photos of her at his hotel, captured during his supposed conference. To add insult to injury, Tiffany was already engaged to another man, Alex Walker. I wasn't just betrayed; I was Mark's desperate fallback plan. Every cherished moment, every promise over our year-long engagement, felt like a sickening, elaborate lie. Why propose, why plan this lavish wedding, if I was just a convenient consolation prize? The thought was humiliating, the destruction of everything I believed our relationship was. My excitement curdled into icy rage. I wouldn't just call off the wedding. I decided to expose them both. This wouldn't be a celebration of love; it would be their public downfall, and I had just the stage for it: our pre-wedding brunch./0/19931/coverorgin.jpg?v=f78fb8ec0bc0cab19002d567aab3a0a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Run Away Wife
When Sara ran away from Daniel at the first night of their wedding he lost everything. He thought he lost her forever. He swore he would find his runaway wife again but did she really runway or their life take a new turn? Or maybe It is time to reveal the past and accept each other? Note: You need to read the first book The CEO and Me to understand this book. Thanks./0/81252/coverorgin.jpg?v=baa6de7ba7915a381c4a9a4e6066d5de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Betrayer
My bones ached, a deep throb whispering something was terribly wrong. I'd sacrificed, donating marrow to save my fiancé Ethan' s "failing" company and his "dying" college acquaintance, Brooke Hayes. I believed it was for love, for our shared future. Then, a chilling truth surfaced. A text on Ethan' s phone: "$50k transfer… Main portfolio remains shielded." There was no crisis. Brooke, far from dying, walked out of my bedroom, vibrant, triumphant. It was a meticulously planned scam. My heart froze. Ethan gaslighted, his hand too comfortable on Brooke' s waist, denying my pain for her comfort. He prioritized a stray dog over my severe post-donation agony, dismissing my pleas for vital medication while showering Brooke with lavish gifts. Chloe, my best friend, became her accomplice, rationalizing their cruelty. The breaking point arrived when I overheard Ethan confess: he' d orchestrated the entire ordeal, the fake crisis, Brooke' s "illness," all to "make amends" to Brooke. My unconditional love had been weaponized. At a glittering gala, Brooke, her fraud exposed by my desperate words, staged a dramatic fall, pointing accusingly at me. Ethan, without question, condemned me, and Chloe, my dear friend, slapped me hard across the face. Publicly shamed, physically and emotionally shattered, my phone buzzed with Mom's text: "Car waiting. South entrance." My escape. I grabbed my small bag, destroyed my phone' s SIM, and walked out of the hotel, out of their lives, without a backward glance. My only path was to disappear, leaving behind the wreckage they'd created./0/84821/coverorgin.jpg?v=f40d08ca243da1b3125dc0c5f85b6419&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vineyard Heiress: Unearthing the Truth
My life at Johns Vineyards, one of Napa Valley' s most prestigious wineries, was perfect. I was the 25-year-old VP of Operations, dating my boyfriend of eight years, Anthony, and living the legacy I'd been raised for. Then, a new field hand, Sabrina Chavez, walked in, casually mocking my simple choice of wine. Soon after, I found a discarded condom in our family picnic area, a disgusting violation. Storming towards Anthony's office to vent, I stumbled upon a scene that froze me: Sabrina, in a revealing top, flirting brazenly with Anthony, who was flustered and complicit. His pathetic excuses, her deliberate "trip" into his arms, and a button conveniently popping open, confirmed my worst fear: a betrayal happening right before my eyes. The disgust choked me, but the real shock came when he chugged non-potable water, only for unedited CCTV footage to pop up showing him and Sabrina in a tool shed, their vile secret exposed. Instantly, Anthony dropped his act, wrapping his arm around Sabrina, snarling that she was the "real" heiress, the one who "deserved" my life. My world shattered. How could the man I loved turn on me so viciously, siding with a stranger who claimed my identity? Amidst a dramatic board meeting and a public birthday humiliation orchestrated by Sabrina, aided by Anthony, I felt utterly alone and betrayed. But just when all seemed lost, my brother Andrew, who had flown in, held crucial evidence: the full hospital security footage from my birth. He looked at the screen, a forgotten memory surfacing, and pointed at a tiny figure. "I remember this," he whispered, his eyes widening. "I followed that nurse. She took my baby sister, Gabby, into that little dark room. I was worried she' d be scared of the dark." He unknowingly corrected the swap, ensuring my place in the family. The truth was out, changing everything./0/56594/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9f8dd456d31117b8567a150d7453e90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tomboy's Obsession
"WTF do you actually want from me?? It's kinda getting crazy you Know?. You're everywhere! I don't f**king know how that's possible! You're stalking me, seriously?" Malachi glared at the lady who stood unruffled, staring defiantly at him. Her eyes raked his entire hot, masculine frame that oozed with sensuality and landed shamelessly on his d*clk. She licked her lips, imperceptibly and Malachi took a step backwards, staring at her with profound disgust. "You're mine," she said slowly. "Huh? What was that?" "I said you're mine, pretty thang," Celestial smirked, sweeping her short hair backwards before walking closer to him. When she finally reached him, she pressed her body deeply to his making his back slam against the wall. She looked up at the bewildered man, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist, possessively. "Love, you're mine," she cooed, her breath fanning his face as their lips stood inches away from each other. "You're sick…" he couldn't complete his sentence when he felt her hand grab his d"ck slowly and his eyes widened. **** What happens when a tomboy finds herself deeply attracted to a stranger she had a night stand with? He's just a nobody, a simple orphan who has been trying to survive. She's always been dominant and crazy all her life. Even with guys! And this cold-hearted guy isn't an exception. She finds herself stalking him, monitoring, unable to get out of the claws of love for someone who doesn't reciprocate her feelings… It's damaging her senses and making her act like an obsessive freak. And she finds herself going to crazy lengths to have him… She's marked him and will kill for him./0/47185/coverorgin.jpg?v=e31cd178212bf79ea37424548f013e43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
