Romance Books for Women
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One Hundred Pranks, One True End
For two years, I lived a fairy tale with Liam Hayes, the tech mogul. He' d lost his memory in a terrible accident, but he remembered me, or so he said. I, a struggling artist, bought into his relentless passion. We were building a life, a family even. I held a positive pregnancy test, ready to share our news. Then, I heard my college rival, Chloe Jenkins, speak from his office, her voice like sugar-coated poison. "Two whole years. Ninety-nine times. You promised." My blood ran cold as Liam's sharp, cynical laugh filled the room. This wasn't the gentle man I knew. He confirmed it. My entire relationship had been a cruel game, a "prank" designed to make me look like a fool. They mocked my ruined artworks, my canceled shows, every humiliation I' d endured. Liam had been there each time, comforting me with fake sympathy, while secretly logging his "pranks." Chloe purred, "One hundred pranks, one hundred proofs of your love for me." Liam' s reply, dripping with adoration, shattered me: "She was just a means to an end. A pawn." The pregnancy test in my pocket felt like a block of ice. My love, our life, our future baby-all a sick joke. My fairy tale was a cage, my prince a monster. He wanted one hundred pranks, a century of my pain. When I found his hidden sketchbook, full of intimate drawings of me and a receipt for an engagement ring, a dangerous hope flickered. Had he felt something real? But that hope died when I called a women's clinic. This child was conceived in deceit, an extension of his game. I refused to bring a child into this twisted world. At a yacht party, after my procedure, Liam's friends, at Chloe's urging, forced me to eat poisoned oysters, designed to induce a miscarriage. They knew. "He didn't want a child with her tying him down," Chloe hissed. "He was just waiting for the right moment for the problem to go away. I just provided the opportunity." I bled, the pain excruciating, as Liam, seeing me, yelled for a helicopter. Chloe, cold and final, drilled into my fading consciousness: "Don't you dare forget who you're doing all this for. You love me. Remember?" Liam' s strained reply: "I know, Chloe. I... I know." How could he? How could the man who held me at night, whispering endearments, be the same man who orchestrated my destruction? Why him? Why me? Ava Miller died that day. But Elise Vance was born, and she was coming for them./0/40377/coverorgin.jpg?v=25288110c178653067b9aa85ca3417fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Game of No Strings
Friends with benefits, but what happens when one of them starts catching feelings? Sharon and Andrew were two worlds apart according to the public. Nothing made them seem compatible. Known as a financial prodigy with an incomparable potential for maximizing gains, Andrew was perceived as a man who didn't have time for love or things that pertained to the opposite sex. The public thought his only love was money, so they reasoned that Sharon was the one who threw herself at him. Little did they know that he was actually the one who lured her into his trap slowly. He had been obsessed with her for years. "Do you remember, Mr. Blakely?" She whispered in his ear, "We agreed not to catch any real feelings for each other. No strings, right?" A soft and raspy chuckle escapes his lips. "Yeah, right. Since I lost, I'm now yours. Let's take this to the next level, if you please." He started the game with her for some crazy reason, but in the end, he lost completely and surrendered to the heavenly feeling of love./0/18639/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4c7d867bf005b89e39788bc962f0353&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enticing Fancy: Genius CEO's Bride
Henry‘s father and brother died the same year he was born. The family matriarch was devastated, so she went to a fortune teller to seek for help. They found out that in order to get rid of the ill omen brought to his family, he needed to wed someone who had a hard life like him. According to the clairvoyant, he should marry Kelley, a sole survivor of a devastating earthquake from a few years back. However, Henry was already engaged to another woman. How could he ever marry a stranger and leave the woman he loved?/0/19288/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ab436c74892e222dfe90a543af34310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Request
April Denver's Erotic message to a constant one night stand was mistakenly sent to someone else after siri chose scum instead of sean as the receiver on her contact list. Alpha male billionaire Jordan Cross sees a message from April indicating her sexual need for him. He sets out to her apartment and from that night onward, his virginity taken by her, he knew he was done for. She doesn't feel the same and for this to happen, there's one thing Jordan Cross must do to own all of her. Fulfil her request./0/57573/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526095603&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A PERFECT SIN
When you hear of the angel of death what comes to your mind? Probably and ugly creature with horns right? However he is a far cry from that. He's in the form of Emerald DeVille the riches man in the town of Snowville. No ugly looks and definitely no horns. He has golden eyes and silver blonde hair falling to his waist. He can make a girl wet with just a smile. Plus he's an unserious bad boy. However during one of his pickups he couldn't get the daughter of his victim out of his head. Now harboring feelings for a mortal is a sin talk less of getting into a relationship with one. What will happen when the heavenly host hear of this? Who captured the the bad boy's heart? What is in store for the poor mortal who gets involved with a heavenly being? You won't want to miss this ride./0/48813/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ebdf96b31fafd7b6b2ba1b52dadf2f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Contracted Love
Synopsis "And now you may kiss the bride," her eyes widens as wide as it could and her heart beats with loudest scream. "You won't kiss me, will you? You told we would do everything in limits," she mumbles in a low voice. "I understand my rules better," he said and pecked her in her cheeks. It is just a peck but she becomes all red and flushed in it. Violet remembers the day, she was married to the richest billionaire of her state when his lips are unexpectedly pressed on hers and his hands roams around her body. "We promised. We promised that we won't be crossing out limits. I am your employee and you are my employer. We aren't supposed to do this," she says. He lifts his head towards her and looks at her with his darker shades of eyes full of lust which seems to fade away. "I... I am sorry," he apologizes. She feels the worst when he apologizes and she pulls him towards her. "I am sorry too but I want you to be inside me right now!" she whispers./0/84178/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203858&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Heiress's Cold Revenge
The sterile hospital walls closed in on me, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a cruel reminder of the life I' d just lost. My late-term miscarriage had torn a gaping hole in my world. Reaching for my phone, I desperately needed to hear my husband Matthew' s voice. But then I saw it: Matthew' s new Instagram post. A tiny, perfect footprint, emblazoned with the caption, "Welcome to the world, little angel. Dad will always protect you." My world shattered anew. When I finally reached him, he was impatient, dismissive, and with Maria-his former intern-and their newborn, in the same hospital. He told me to "be strong," then commanded, "Don't let the one that's gone compete for attention with the one that's here." His words echoed, a cruel, mocking testament to my desolation. My own parents, his parents, and our entire social circle pressured me to accept his twisted lie – that it was just IVF, a "life debt." The final straw came at a lavish party meant to celebrate his new "family." His mistress, Maria, gloated, admitting their baby was conceived "the old-fashioned way" during a drunken company retreat. Then, she screamed, faking a scare, and Matthew slapped me across the face in front of everyone. In that moment, the grief, the pain, the confusion vanished. Only ice remained. I walked out of that house, his signature on divorce papers in hand, and called Ethan Scott, my childhood friend and Matthew' s biggest rival. "Marry me," I said, "I'll give you controlling shares of Jenkins Construction. All I want is for you to help me ruin Matthew Roberts."/0/84827/coverorgin.jpg?v=07b31da3de602776e883e4df2b3a8486&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Life She Hid
My six-year marriage to Sarah was supposed to be a picture of perfect bliss. We were planning an anniversary trip, discussing a future with children, a life built on solid ground. Then, a child' s drawing hidden in her car, labeled "Mommy," shattered my world. It depicted a woman with my wife's long brown hair, and two children named Leo and Mia. Children we didn't have. The whispers I overheard later-Sarah and her mother, talking about "five years" of deceit, a man named David, and those kids-confirmed my worst fears. My beloved wife had a whole other life, a secret family I was unwittingly funding. The "business trips," the late nights, the unexplained cash withdrawals… it all clicked into place, painting me as the delusional fool. The man I thought I was, the life I believed in, crumbled into ash. How could I have been so blind, so utterly duped by the woman I adored? How could someone I trusted completely orchestrate such a monstrous lie? Every cherished memory turned into a new, agonizing layer of betrayal. With nothing left but a cold, burning rage and a profound sense of injustice, I decided: Ethan Patterson had to die. But not in reality. I would disappear, erase myself, and leave her to face the wreckage of the life she had so meticulously built on my unsuspecting heart./0/81907/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e346285b1e2b0be0b81efcc3e95a135&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound to the Ruthless King: Her Perfect Destruction
A flicker of candlelight illuminated the room. Now she could see him. His expression cold and dangerous. He rose. Each step he took toward her was slow, deliberate and predatory. Power radiated from him. Her pulse raced, but she did not look away. She would not break. "It seems you still haven't grasped your situation, Princess," He sneered, the title dripping with disdain. His hand settled on her shoulder. She stiffened, his fingers trailing up to her throat. Then tightened, knocking out her breath. She gasped. "You are not a princess here, Sabrina," he said, his grip tightening. "You are in my kingdom. My territory." She clawed at his hand, struggling for air. "You speak when I allow it," He continued coldly. "You breathe because I permit it. And if you defy me..." His eyes darkened, "I will punish you." His voice dropped lower sending waves of shivers down her spine. "I own you now, Sabrina. My hostage. My property." He leaned closer. "And there is no escape." He released her. She staggered slightly, clutching her burning throat. Her wound had reopened, blood seeping through. Still, she held his gaze. Defiant and filled with hate. He hates her. She can see and feel it.And she hates him just the same. He is a monster and a destroyer. "If you wish to live longer than I intend," he said, eyes burning with loathe. "Behave." "Cole.", He called, his voice a levelled rumble. The door opened immediately. A man stepped in, bowing. "Yes, my king." "Take her back. She is not to leave her room unless I say so." He held her gaze as he spoke. "Yes, my king." "And inform Indiana I sent for her." He turned away. "Follow me," Cole said. Sabrina obeyed. The moment she stepped outside, she released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. King Damon... He is dangerous. He hadn't even begun to unleash the full extent of his rage. But she had seen enough. His hate is so raw and deep. He would destroy everything in his path to get his revenge on her. And now, she had to survive him. Survival. She has no idea how to do that BLURB. He took her kingdom. He took her freedom. Now, he wants her broken. Sabrina was born and raised a princess but was forced into captivity by the man her father destroyed. Now she must endure his cold cruelty, his rules, and his unrelenting hatred. To survive she has to play the game of vengeance.and power. But in a game of vengeance and power, the heart is the most dangerous thing to lose./1/126681/coverorgin.jpg?v=c913596c42ac16ef62039a0e2a77d4e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vampire King's Human Wife
I never meant to spend one night with the most dangerous man alive. I certainly never expected to wake up and discover he was the Vampire King-and that he had already claimed me as his wife. Now every vampire wants my blood, the King knows secrets about my past, and someone is determined to awaken the monster hiding inside me./0/85476/coverorgin.jpg?v=487923986446c1223b5586b44b43a48c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadowed By Her, Now Free
For seven years, I lived in Chloe Adams' s shadow, the architect of her fame, ghostwriting her witty captions and composing jingles, content to be the loyal friend. Then, at her engagement party, Chloe announced her new brand deal, her arm linked with reality TV star Brody Hayes. "It' s time for you to find your own spotlight, you know? Away from me." Her casual dismissal, meant to be a gentle nudge, landed like a physical blow, firing me from her life. Everyone in the room watched, waiting for me to nod, to accept my role as Chloe' s devoted groupie. But something inside me snapped. "No," I said, the word cutting through the celebratory hum like glass. Chloe' s perfect smile faltered. "I' m just done. Done writing your posts, done composing your jingles, done being your shadow." Her face blotched red, the gracious influencer replaced by a furious toddler. "You can' t be 'done' !" she hissed. "I' m not done with you!" I thought I was finally free, but her fury escalated. She shoved me, then roared, "Your parents gave me a key years ago, remember? What' s yours is mine." I rushed home to find my sanctuary invaded, my studio defiled. A stranger strummed my grandfather' s prized vintage Martin guitar, another giggled, scrolling through my private files. Rage burned through me. As I called 911, Brody snatched my phone and smashed it. "He thinks he' s so much better than us just because his parents have money," Brody declared, manipulating the crowd. Chloe' s eyes blazed. I felt a sharp sting as she slapped me, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. Helpless, I watched as she grabbed a bottle of sticky red liqueur and upended it over my head. Laughter and jeers erupted, phones flashing, recording my humiliation. Then, I saw it: Brody wore my mother' s hand-carved wooden bird necklace, a sacred link to her memory. "Chloe gave it to me. Said it was just some trinket she found lying around. A good luck charm." "It' s a cheap piece of wood. Stop making a scene over nothing. You' re embarrassing yourself." My mother' s last gift, the most precious thing I owned, dismissed as "nothing." A raw, desperate cry escaped me. "That was my mother' s. It was a gift from my dead mother!" Her face went dead white. "You shut your mouth!" she shrieked, striking my head. Brody whispered to Chloe, eyes on my open laptop. "His laptop is still on. The application portal is still open." My college applications. My future. "NO!" I screamed, struggling against the men holding me. "Don' t you touch that!" But I was forced to watch as Chloe, with a cruel smile, clicked, erasing my Yale application, my entire dream. "This is Yale," she snarled, holding up my laptop before letting it smash to the floor. A piece of the broken screen sliced my cheek, the warm trickle of blood a final punctuation. "The application deadline is in fifteen minutes," Brody chimed. "Tough luck, man." Hope died. "Lock him in the basement until morning." The basement. My deepest, primal fear. "Chloe, no. Please. Not the basement. Do anything else. Please!" I begged, dignity gone. But Brody' s whisper sealed my fate: "He' ll ruin everything." Chloe' s eyes hardened to stone. "Do it." They dragged me, struggling, pleading, towards the yawning black maw. I tumbled down the creaking stairs, landing on the cold, damp concrete. The door slammed shut above me. The click of the lock echoed in the suffocating darkness. I woke in a hospital bed, Maria, our housekeeper, explaining she' d found me. My parents burst in, back from Paris. "I' m so sorry we let this happen. We brought a monster into our home. Into your life." "It' s okay, Dad. She didn' t ruin anything." "I got my acceptance letter from Juilliard two months ago. A full scholarship." The only thing Chloe destroyed last night was the last bit of affection I had for her. Thousands of miles away, Chloe' s card was declined. She tried to call me. Voicemail. She tried again. Voicemail. She swore I was playing games. Meanwhile, at Juilliard, I stood on stage. "You are the protagonist of your own life. Don' t ever let anyone else hold the pen." Chloe Adams, abandoned and broke, would keep waiting for me to come crawling back./0/60169/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41692a0c5d0310b73d579eb9b60dea6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Three Hearts
As the abandoned daughter, Taylor Reed is forced to marry a billionaire no one has ever seen. The night before her wedding, she got drunk, had a hot one-night stand with Mr. Stranger, and ran away the next day. A month later, she got pregnant and decided to raise the baby alone. But it isn't that simple. What will she do when her fiancé billionaire finds her, her hot CEO boss proposes, and the most popular playboy claims the baby is his?/0/66658/coverorgin.jpg?v=862fa9ff8e029cbcaa23fd598da412f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNFORGETTABLE FRAGRANCE
Yudith and Max had been married for three years, sharing the same house, but in all that time, he never touched her. His attitude toward her was cold and distant, like ice. Suddenly, Yudith grew tired and asked for a divorce, and that's when she discovered the harsh reality: Maximiliano Hamilton had married her for revenge and had no intention of letting her go. Can Yudith touch the cold heart of the arrogant CEO and free herself from this marriage of revenge?/0/60818/coverorgin.jpg?v=79063bfee0a059db044c82a23271dc07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Priceless Bride
While she was dreaming of marrying him, he forced her away to another country for the sake of another woman, even promising to marry the other woman. When their paths crossed once more, she aimed to maintain her distance from him, yet he ensnared her within his web of affection. Later on, in an interview involving both, she was prompted to commend her husband. "Besides being pushy and shameless, it appears he lacks any redeeming qualities," she remarked, turning towards the man next to her to query, "What do you think?" The audience was aghast, wishing they could vanish instantly. Unexpectedly, the CEO, known for his stern and icy demeanor, remained serene and offered a gentle smile, responding, "Everything my wife said is right."/0/19613/coverorgin.jpg?v=5797aeaac49080a3e3928ee4682d88d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
S**y Ass Detective and Me
I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes..../0/42000/coverorgin.jpg?v=bba606f288490278283c487e8ad5dbfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant For The Naughty CEO
There was a reason, I wanted to talk to you but you weren't giving me your listening ears " She said immediately. " What could be that dumb reason ? " Axel screamed in agony. " Because I am pregnant... I'm fucking pregnant" she screamed in retaliation. " I'm pregnant, I'm lost, that night made me pregnant with your baby " She said pointing at him. . " What? Whoever has the baby should be expecting you right now? I'm not damn responsible for that thing" Axel reprimanded. Without saying another word, Cindy removed the test results in the envelope and threw it to him. Who is Cindy and Axel? How did she get pregnant for a CEO? Will the ruthless CEO accept the pregnancy? Find out in this intriguing story. Trust me, it's extraordinary./1/112081/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d2dc072646d76b1fb89d1922b1b9499&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Commander's Obsession for His Heiress
After years away, I returned to the Whitley Manor for one thing: my dead mother’s ruby necklace. I found it clasped around the pale, undeserving neck of my father’s new, pregnant wife. But when I put a knife to her throat to take it back, my own family turned on me. My father and grandfather didn't see a daughter defending her mother's memory; they saw a street thug threatening their precious new heir. They accused me of shaming their name and threatened to cut me off completely. To break my will, my father let my younger brother get arrested, hoping I’d come crawling back. Then, they summoned me to the hospital for my grandmother's "heart attack," where my father raised his hand to strike me for simply speaking the truth. He screamed that I was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. The raw hatred in his eyes told me everything. I wasn't his daughter anymore; I was just an obstacle to his new, happy family, a ghost he desperately wanted to erase. After their final pathetic performance, I turned my back on them forever. The Whitley name and its blood-soaked money meant nothing to me. I thought I was walking away alone, but as the hospital elevator doors closed, my brother Julian forced his way in. He had finally seen their masks, and he chose to follow the monster./0/67956/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d7d82ab6de7a3b6ba129c5a45e867b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Heartbeat
When struggling artist Ava Harper accidentally collides with billionaire tech mogul Damian Cross on a rainy New York morning, their worlds couldn't seem further apart. Ava's life revolves around her passion for art, scraping by to make ends meet, while Damian is a cold, calculated visionary at the helm of a global empire. But their chance meeting sparks an unexpected connection that neither of them can ignore. Intrigued by Ava's talent and sincerity, Damian offers her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to design a centerpiece for his new philanthropic project, a state-of-the-art art and tech hub meant to inspire creativity. Despite their stark differences, the two are drawn to each other, unraveling the guarded secrets behind Damian's stoic exterior and Ava's quiet resilience. As their partnership blossoms, Ava begins to see the man behind the billion dollar empire one shaped by loss, ambition, and a hidden vulnerability. Meanwhile, Damian finds himself captivated by Ava's raw authenticity, something money and power could never buy. But as their personal and professional worlds intertwine, they face mounting challenges: public scrutiny, rivalries that threaten Damians empire, and Avas fears of losing herself in his powerful orbit. Together, they must navigate the delicate balance between ambition, love, and the courage to take a leap of faith. In The Billionaire's Heartbeat, passion collides with purpose, and two souls from different worlds discover that sometimes the heart beats louder than anything money can buy./0/52058/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e171511b5128b1a7824952eb05710e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Doctor's Compelled Affair
I could ruin a relationship but I won't because I will go through the process that the man in front of me needs right now. "Please!" "Please!" please talk to me. "I can do everything you want, just please give your kidney to my love," he pleaded with me. I am hurt because he is doing everything just to keep the girl he loves alive. I am selfish but my health is also at stake and my love for him as well. "You know what I want, you know how much I love you..." "FINE!" he quickly went to what he had to say. I just finished secondary school when I first saw him and I can say that I loved him before but he was just like air to me. "I do sacrifice my freedom because I love her so much. You obsessed to me Bless, you did," he said and actually pointed to himself and shook his head. "But you won't be happy with me because I'll make sure we're only connected on paper. There's no me, no you, because there's no us!" he said seriously. His face is serious as far as I can see, he's not angry and also he has nothing to be angry about because he came here voluntarily because he needs something from me. "So, we have nothing more to talk about," I said. It's up to him if I look like a contradiction to their love. He is the one who needs me, he should be the one to follow because I am talking about my life here. "Okay! just give me time for her recovery," he responded three times and actually raised both of his hands. The power of love can sacrifice freedom, my mind said. "Do you think I'll let you get close to him just in case?" I asked seriously and walked towards the door. I opened it to signal that he can leave because he has nothing to do with it. Our conversation is over because it's not possible anymore, what he wants is what will follow. "I will only do one year to teach and try to love you. If it doesn't happen in one year, you will leave yourself," he answered seriously and walked out of the house. I smiled because I knew that was enough assurance for him to learn to love me too. "Prepare yourself because you will be involved in the operation tomorrow," he said last before heading to his car and until he disappeared from my sight. The operation was completed successfully. Dr. asked for consideration. Monteleagre to take care and watch over the girl he loves first. I'm not selfish because I still have compassion. Knowing that when we are destined even if the world turns upside down, we are really meant for each other. The day passed and it took months, Dr. The talk is Monteleagre. He secretly let me live in his mansion and he also sent me to school so that I could finish my studies as a doctor. A lot has changed in a sacrifice, he almost lost what he says we are only connected on paper. "Mahal?" I called him because he was just in the kitchen cooking. "Can I borrow your dermatology book?" I will ask. "Just get it from the library," he answered me as he tasted what he was cooking. This is his routine, so I'm here to prove that what they say about love is a choice is really true. He didn't say the magic word but I'll feel it. "Taste it baby?" he said and came to me. I'm thrilled when he looks like this to me so I can't get rid of my smile. He slowly brought the spoon closer to my mouth but before I could taste it, my stomach turned upside down. I don't know what happened but Im feeling weak after throwing up and no one is vomiting but I didn't expect the anger I see from his eyes. His a doctor, he knows what happened. I thought he would be happy if he found out I was pregnant and we would become a family but everything I thought in return turned out to be a nightmare for me. He accused me that I am wh*re. "I can not bear a child!" are words that keep repeating in my mind. How can I defend myself if he closed the conversation and he hated me so much because he taught that I am a filthy woman and a whore? I faced all the accusations, cruelty to me even though I was pregnant because I felt him and I love him but everything has a limit since I was married because of an event that can't be returned even when. I left...but I swear I will come back and make him look like he was wrong for all the accusations against me! I will also make sure that the person who lied to him will pay for his belief. Because it will be proven if I have not committed any sin because I am the aggrieved because I am a clean woman and he can also bear a child. One day I will make you down and on your knees and beg me!/0/74445/coverorgin.jpg?v=908b030eed3c186b3e8521051fd61e36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
