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Romance Books for Women

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Aurora…

Aurora…

"stay two metres away from me anytime you are here, you are just my son's nurse so don't act like the caretaker of this whole house" Malcolm growled angrily as Aurora gulped and moved two paces away from him in fear holding onto the little boy's tiny hands. Malcolm Hart, the thirty-five year old business tycoon and the owner of chains of companies scattered around the world. He is the father of Liam,his seven year old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor and has little time to live, despite having so much money it was hard to get his son treated. Aside being his son's father, he is also different from other men as he doesn't mingle or interact with the world around him unless for business and his ruthlessness was on another level. Things becomes different when Liam is admitted in the hospital because of a sudden seizure due to his illness and he gets attached with his nurse who he later calls his best friend, the two become so attached that Liam ended up asking her to become his nanny as his papa is hardly ever around. As Nurse Aurora step into the Hart mansion, things were not as she thought because on one hand is the son who adores her like his own mother and on the other hand is his papa who didn't even like seeing her because to him, she was just like the other girls. The story of a father and son, caught in the middle of a beautiful love with their in-house Nurse. Will the love for an innocent dying child make two people fall in love or drift them apart?
No Turning Back, Ethan

No Turning Back, Ethan

The scent of lemon cleaner usually filled our home, a fresh reminder of the life my husband Ethan and I built. But returning from my architecture conference, I was hit by Chloe' s cloying perfume, a scent that tasted like a premonition. I found my best friend Chloe on my sofa, eyes red, trembling as she confessed: "I slept with Ethan… on your wedding night. And Ava… I' m pregnant." Then came the weapon-a positive pregnancy test and a deepfake video, my face superimposed on hers, titled "homewrecker" by an online mob. My world shattered as Ethan walked in, rushing to Chloe, shielding her with promises of protection, his eyes cold when they met mine. He chose her, the baby that wasn' t mine, and watched as a rock shattered our window, screams of "homewrecker" filling the air. I ran, but they caught me, fists and feet raining down, Ethan' s voice shouting Chloe' s name, not mine, as I blacked out. Waking in a hospital, bruised and broken, I instinctively went home, only to find Ethan feeding Chloe grapes, treating her like royalty. He dismissed my injuries, stating coolly, "You' re a private person, you can recover. Chloe' s reputation was on the line; this would have destroyed her." The man I loved saw me as a calculable loss, my safety less valuable than an influencer' s social media career. The audacity of his request that I accept his pregnant mistress into our home for the "baby' s sake" made my blood run cold. He even used the unborn child as a weapon against me, threatening my guilt if anything happened to it. But the anger, the ultimate betrayal, ignited something in me, a cold, clear certainty. I zipped my suitcase shut, the sound a definitive end. "Get out of my way, Ethan," I demanded, no longer pleading, no longer afraid. He stood stunned, his manipulation failing. "I' m leaving this house. And I am never, ever coming back."
Divorce: Her New Beginning

Divorce: Her New Beginning

"Are you sure you packed the antique vase?" I asked my husband, David, my voice echoing in our half-empty living room, packed for our big move overseas. We were starting a new life, a new chapter. But then, an email popped up on his laptop screen from a woman named Lisa Chang, a one-word subject line: "Congratulations." My heart hammered as I clicked it open. "Heard she signed everything. You' re finally free. Can' t wait to start our life together. The baby and I are so proud of you." The baby. The words hit me like a punch. Lisa was pregnant. I was numb as I found my way to the bedroom, the silver locket David gave me on our first anniversary, now felt like a lie. That evening, at a farewell dinner with David' s family, Lisa was there, seated right next to him. Eleanor, David's mother, raised her glass, triumph in her eyes: "A toast. To David, for all his success. And to new beginnings." She looked pointedly at Lisa. I heard David and Lisa talking in a private alcove. "Is she suspicious?" Lisa asked. "No," David replied. "She has no idea. She signed the papers without a second thought. By the time the divorce is finalized, she' ll be on the other side of the world." "And the house?" "The lawyer said it' s all clean. The assets are protected. We' re set, Lisa. Just like we planned." Then, the final blow: "I felt the baby kick today." My carefully constructed life had shattered. I had been played, every step of the way, just a pawn in their cruel game. I was nothing but a temporary placeholder, designed to be disposed of so they could begin their new life. I wouldn' t let them win. I would fight back, not for revenge, but for myself.