Romance Books for Women
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Wedding Under A Contract
For the blonde it will be very difficult to adapt to the new rules, and more if it is a marriage under contract, what will happen now, when love is expressed and spread through the air and leave them both breathless for eternity, will the millionaire and the blonde end up falling in love for real to renew a new official wedding contract forever？will they fall in love without wanting to?/0/44002/coverorgin.jpg?v=53cdf9901815e931158586cdfaf0c487&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regretful CEO: Chasing Lost Love
Carolyn's mother died in childbirth when she was born, and her father soon married her stepmother and gave birth to her younger sister, Julie. Carolyn grew up being bullied by them and only the maid, Stephanie, was kind to her. Ellis is the illegitimate son of the Logan family, he grew up living a hard life, not accepted and recognized by them. As an adult, with his intelligence and hard work, Ellis made a lot of successful businesses and became a famous young CEO within seven years. Carolyn was drugged by Julian at her graduation party and had sex with Ellis in a confused way. Julie is jealous that Carolyn has been engaged to Herbert, the young master of the Logan family, since she was a child, so Julie seduces Herbert and deliberately sets out to make Carolyn and Ellis have an entanglement. The pressure of public opinion and Herbert's betrayal force Carolyn to offer to break off the engagement. After the breakup, Herbert shamelessly continues to pester Carolyn. Julie and Susan, who is in love with Ellis, conspire to keep setting Carolyn up. Carolyn is brave, and she gets through it again and again. Ellis likes Carolyn and has always been by her side to protect her silently. They went through a lot of things to finally get together. Carolyn gave a lot to Ellis's career and even lost the job she loved. She was expecting Ellis to propose to her, but all she got was a breakup. It turns out that the feud between their parents and other bad guys set them apart. Carolyn was in so much pain that she lost everything, including her lover, her family and her career. During her most painful time, Jeffrey, an artist, was with her and took care of her. After rejuvenating herself, Carolyn decides to leave the city to live again, and she goes to study and live abroad with her best friend Betty. In the foreign country, she meets Parker, a wise and talented businessman. Ellis has been looking for Carolyn for four years, and he regrets abandoning her and hopes to get her forgiveness. In these four years, Ellis has done only two things, and that is to find Carolyn and take away everything from the people who framed Carolyn. He worked desperately to gain more power and money, and then got rid of one enemy after another. As soon as his subordinates find out any news about Carolyn, Ellis will immediately stop what he is doing to pay attention to the news. Four years later, Carolyn became a famous designer and brought back a lovely child. Her upbringing has made her even more attractive. She is no longer the easily bullied Carolyn she used to be, and she always has plenty of ways to deal with those who are mean to her. Ellis pursues her with enthusiasm. Will they be able to get in touch with their misunderstanding and fall in love again? Or will Caroline choose between Jeffrey, who cures her pain, and Parker, a nobleman? There are many more exciting stories of the supporting characters, so don't miss them./0/18695/coverorgin.jpg?v=19e0058a37487e61b292e2bb5b42579c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Infinite Deep Love
Maggie's tea-making skills at the nightclub were unmatched. She was loved by so many guests for her incredible talents. She was like a lotus blooming in the mud. She had become a local treasure that couldn't be knocked off her pedestal. However, the more untouchable this white lotus was, the more men wanted a taste of her. She attracted almost anyone, including Seamus’s father. Seamus never expected his father to marry a simple tea lady! He wanted to find out for himself, what was so special. A simple taste of this enchantress was enough. Her sweetness was addictive, and he had no choice but to take her in as his secret lover./0/25184/coverorgin.jpg?v=ede92b0c13183acd50eb8abb4a193966&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Attractive Cute Wife
Anne Brown, who is firm, lovely, and outgoing, was betrayed by her family through setting a trap for her. In that case, she was robbed of all she had, including her reputation, her engagement and her fiance. At the crucial time, Denny White, who is the King of Carl City, appeared in her life. It was Denny who saved her from insults and threats, and it is also Denny who genuinely loves and cherishes her. Just as the legend goes that Denny was the most powerful, merciless, and arrogant man in Carl City, while he gives his whole heart to Anne./1/117652/coverorgin.jpg?v=a17ea5382142a8af48f4cd6b218bceb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Return To The Top
For three years, I maintained the flawless image of Mrs. Clark Saunders, believing my husband's polite distance was just his form of respect. That was until I overheard him in the garden, confessing that he only married me to stay in the estate and protect his late brother's widow, Kathryn. When Kathryn fainted, Clark shoved me aside to rush to her. He immediately moved the widow and her spoiled son into the suite next door. When the boy deliberately shattered the only photograph of my dead parents, Clark simply scolded me. "Ana, he's just a child. Are you really going to throw a grieving woman and her son out?" On our third anniversary, he abandoned me at a ruthless high-society gala to buy Kathryn a six-million-dollar diamond necklace. As punishment for my husband's absence, my strict family matriarch forced me to stand outside in a freezing blizzard in a thin evening gown. Clark didn't care if I froze to death; he was busy comforting his crying sister-in-law in a luxury hotel. I had always thought he just needed time. But I overheard him tell Kathryn he had never touched me because he was "saving himself" for her. I wasn't a wife. I was a convenient shield, a piece of furniture in their twisted love story. But they underestimated me. I tricked him into signing divorce papers hidden in a stack of charity documents. I packed my bags, demanded my six million dollars, and walked out the door. It was time they learned what a real crisis looked like./0/85856/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210927&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marry The Woman In Coma
My father, a Navy SEAL who never flinched, was dying, and his last wish was to see me married. I turned to the three girls he' d raised as his own, my childhood sweethearts, who had jokingly "promised" to marry me. My proposal was met with cruel rejections: one claimed animal activism, another gamophobia, and the third cited her high-powered tech career. But then a video surfaced: my three "family" members, draped in designer clothes bought with my money, laughing and intimately lounging on a yacht with Ethan, our chauffeur' s son. They were wearing identical friendship bracelets, and Sarah was practically in his lap. Their excuses were elaborate lies, designed to mock me while they squandered my family's fortune. The betrayal burned, but their final act solidified my rage. When my father succumbed to his illness, they ignored his deathbed wishes, choosing a "hike" with Ethan over a final goodbye. A storm raged that night, and I, fearing for their safety, embarked on a desperate, all-night mountain search. My leg was injured, my body was broken, but my heart shattered when Sarah' s call came through: she was safe at a luxury resort, laughing with Ethan, mocking my concern. "Liam, are you done with your little drama yet?" she sneered. I returned to the hospital, only to find a nurse pulling a sheet over my father' s face. I swore then that they would pay, by choosing the one woman who could never lie or betray me. On my wedding day, dressed for a union born of despair, they burst in, feigning remorse, attempting to reclaim their position. "Why are you marrying a comatose woman? Why not one of us?" they shrieked, their contempt for my comatose bride palpable. But just as I placed the ring, Clara Sterling, whom they had called "a living corpse," slowly opened her eyes. "Who," she said, her voice cold and resonant, "are you calling a cripple?" She rose from her wheelchair, walked to me, and kissed me, revealing the shocking truth: she had never been in a coma. My life with Clara, built on truth and unwavering devotion, had just begun. My so-called family, defeated and exposed, were given a severance and exiled. Years later, I learned their tragic fate: they had been trafficked and killed in Thailand, a cruel end to their greed. I never looked back. My world, once shadowed by betrayal, was now illuminated by the laughter of my wife and daughter, a bright, clear horizon stretching before us./1/124141/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3c50f6824ae5118a7ace45398bc9ecd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In love with my rx rival: The Ice Alpha
Tamara has always been easy to overlook – until Lucas Ashford, the Alpha of Ashford Pack, notices her. Their secret relationship consumes her, but when she catches him with another woman, he coldly tells her they were never together. Broken and drunk, she collapses in a courtyard where Garrett Wave, the Ice King Alpha of the rival Fornon Pack, finds her. One night changes everything. Now Lucas wants her back, Garrett's wolf claims she is his, and her oldest friend Paul finally confesses his feelings. But a prophecy awakens inside Tamara – she is destined to bond what is divided. As the Blood Lunar Eclipse rises, the stakes intensify leading to a kidnapping, a primal transformation, a council trial, and a blood duel that forces Tamara to choose no one but herself./0/82936/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdbbe072a515bee3929563e9febc5163&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lydia's Living Doll
My guardian, Marcus Thorne, kept me in a life of lavish control, a gilded cage where my every thought was observed. On my 18th birthday, my innocent declaration of love shattered his carefully constructed world, unleashing a chilling rage I never knew he possessed. He deemed me "impure," and I woke up in Serenity Pines, a so-called "wellness retreat" that was, in truth, a brutal asylum. There were no therapists, only orderlies who subjected me to "hydrotherapy" and "quiet rooms" designed to break me down, piece by painful piece, until I was a terrified, compliant shadow. I was not his ward, but his twisted tribute, a living doll molded to resemble Lydia, his deceased college sweetheart, an injustice that clawed at my soul. Then, a terminal cancer diagnosis offered a strange, unexpected peace; with nothing left to lose, what more could he possibly take? My final demand was simple: to marry a forgotten boy from my past and finally escape his magnificent prison. With a desperate plan and my last ounce of defiance, I ran, knowing that my freedom would come at a devastating, ultimate price./0/86505/coverorgin.jpg?v=c888c5ec76a8f38431665ce5e3ffcd36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Unveiled: A Vengeful Bride
"I don' t want to marry him, Mom." The words were a whisper, a desperate plea from the master suite that was supposed to be my bridal sanctuary. My wedding was tomorrow, everything paid for, hundreds of people coming. Yet my mother, steady as ever, offered a way out: a ticket to Florence. Just hours before my dream wedding, I stumbled upon a nightmare. From my balcony, soft lights illuminated the shocking truth: my fiancé, Liam, the celebrated tech genius, was locked in a deep, familiar kiss with my stepsister, Chloe. It wasn' t just a stolen moment; it was a betrayal that shattered eight years of my life. I confronted my father, seeking solace, but he sided with Jessica, Chloe' s manipulative mother, who mocked my pain. He dismissed my feelings, accused me of hysteria, and finally, tragically, raised his hand to me in defense of his new family. The sting on my cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the agony of knowing my own father chose them over me. Later, I discovered the true depths of Liam' s deceit. Security footage revealed him admitting I was merely a "ticket in," a stepping stone for his career, while his heart had always belonged to Chloe. He wore her picture in a locket, planning our future while loving her. The man I knew was a carefully constructed lie. The grief hardened into a cold, fierce resolve. I wouldn' t just disappear. My wedding day would still happen, but it wouldn' t be a celebration of love. It would be my stage for justice, a meticulously planned takedown. I was no longer the victim; I was the architect of their destruction, ready to pull the cornerstone from the empire Liam had built on my lies./0/42380/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cdb4ae67e85d3fc4775cf53d526d20b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heal Me
Luisa is a doctor full of pain and trauma accumulated from a troubled past, a mother who "loses" her daughter with Down syndrome that was so planned and at the same time rejected by her own grandmother; Christopher, a doctor-surgeon and son of one of the owners of the ClinBustamante Imperial Hospital, both with pains from a past for completely different reasons, unknowingly seek the healing of their anguish, a suffering of their "losses" are installed and little do they know that maybe one is the cure for the other A simple meeting years later, will become calming, it is just like a medicine does, bringing healing for the pains. Will they both be able to find the cure for so much torment?/0/80665/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b0dd258860285e2bda3df74c055f123&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Platinum Card Betrayal
My son, Sam, practically vibrated with excitement. "Future Leaders Summer Institute, Dad! Can you believe it?" I smiled, a rare, soft expression. I’d made sure of it; a quiet call to the university, a valuable donation – a small price for Sam’s future, far from my company’s shadow. I preferred my quiet life as a rare book appraiser, anyway. The donation was anonymous. A week later, Sam’s face fell. "Dad… they… they gave my spot away." A cold knot tightened in my stomach. The email spoke of "a significant new benefactor" and "Mr. Rick Sterling’s generous contribution" for his son, RJ Sterling. Rick Sterling. I knew that name from my wife, Tiffany’s, obsessive social media. Then, the punch to the gut: "$150,000 processed via a platinum credit card." The last four digits were sickeningly familiar. It was Tiffany’s supplementary card. My money. She’d used my money to buy Sam’s spot for someone else. My own son, crushed because of my wife’s blatant betrayal. A quiet rage, cold and sharp, began to build. This wasn't just about a summer program; it was a theft, a deep personal wound. Dean Holloway, the smarmy director, would be at the welcome reception tonight. He clearly enabled this. I looked at Sam’s devastated face. "Get dressed, Sam. We’re going to that reception." Sam looked confused. "But Dad, I didn’t get in." My voice was calm, but with an edge he’d never heard. I needed to see this. I needed to understand the true depth of Tiffany’s involvement and Rick Sterling’s arrogance. My son’s disappointment was a raw wound. I would make this right./0/20642/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6467944803cc107b1b5d7fc282f502f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE LAST LAUGH
[18+] MATURE CONTENT! Brief description : ROMANCE, REVENGE, SEX, JUSTICE, MURDER and YOUNG LOVE. Sheridan Wesley, a little rural boy from a little town not far from Tennessee, had always had a satisfying lifestyle in his father's ranch. He'd grown up with cattle and was used to the hard life. Working in farms and so on. He'd never known his mother who'd died at his tender age. He had only his father whom he loved with all his heart. Everything went on well until he was twelve years of age. Every thing changed after a short holiday at his father's best friend's house along with his family. What had happened during that holiday? What did his father's friend's family have to hide? A story full of suspense and adventure./0/56656/coverorgin.jpg?v=676db75e696be9a7398f547964ed5f73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Me Later
Natasha Collins remembers knowing Ashton Greene since she was three. Everything was fine between them until she developed a crush on him at sixteen. Confused with her growing admiration, she confessed to Ashton. And she even tried to seal the confession with a kiss. But the 28-year-old Ashton Greene is considered a family friend and he has always known Natasha from the day she was born. He is fond, adores, and cares for her, but only as a niece. That is why he felt nothing but disappointment when he heard the 16-year-old Natasha's confession of young love. With their twelve-year age gap, it is natural for Ashton to turn Natasha down. However, the hurt and embarrassment she felt made her slowly drift away. But what will happen when fate brings them back together six years later?/0/40758/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd52611214e72e54a03527c724485ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEADENDS: How I Crossed Paths with the Mafia Don
Austine might have reached a dead end. As a journalist, she wanted to write news that meant something, that would be a catalyst for change. But all she was given were sensational stories. Things take a turn for the worse as one of the cases drops her down the rabbit hole. She uncovers crimes, murder, deceit, and lies. With one man who could be the key to the one thing she sought for. Will she discover the families who run Evershire?/1/101430/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6e67f5f67716266d5efe1c78265f2e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge
My world crumbled the day I held my death sentence in my hands. My husband, Sebastian, thought I was strong, a socialite wife who had "everything." He didn't know my body was already betraying me, just like he was. At twenty-five, I was Catherine Vanderbilt, wife to a Manhattan titan, but my body was quietly giving up. A doctor's report confirmed it: critical kidney failure, a terrifying secret whispering through my veins. My marriage, a fragile dance of silence, felt like it was balanced on a knife's edge. When I tried to talk about starting a family, Sebastian dismissed me as greedy, comparing me to his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Serena. Then, on our anniversary, a panicked call from Serena sent him rushing out, leaving me alone with my pain and the terrifying truth of my failing health. He didn't come home, returning only to give me a diamond bracelet – a golden shackle. He made me sign an NDA, legally binding me to silence as he hired Serena, bringing her into our company. I found them in his office, Serena wearing an identical bracelet, openly flaunting our shared humiliation. During an elevator breakdown, he comforted her panic attack, ignoring my own terror. Later, Serena "accidentally" scalded my hand, and Sebastian rushed to her side, leaving me burned, invisible, and alone. I was dying, yet he saw me as strong, while his ex, whose life he'd "broken," received all his care. How could he be so blind? How could I be so utterly dispensable? After a fleeting night of intimacy, Serena's feigned suicide threat lured him away again. The next morning, my world crashed completely: my entire fashion collection, my soul's work, was stolen and leaked by Serena, using Sebastian's company cloud. As the betrayal hit, a sharp pain tore through my back, blood trickled from my nose, and I collapsed, utterly broken, while my stolen designs blazed across the screens./0/21940/coverorgin.jpg?v=146e751904875c38df270040ed8a3ab5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Girls Associate Series 1: Damned Love Because Of You
Isza Monterealez, the only princess of Monterealez Empire. All she wanted was to study well at the school they moved to, with her friends. But the destiny just doesn't really agree with her. With every twitch she makes, with every rules she breaks, with every hiding she makes, hell! There's this student council president always here to scold her. With each parting and stroking the man's hair and grinning at her- as if he saw something funny in Isza, she also fell in love with the man. Until that accident came. As the time passed, destiny brought them together again. What will be the outcome of their reunion? What if when they meet again, Isza isn’t the only one back? Isza Monterealez Story. ______ Photo cover isn't mine credits to the rightful owner./1/121546/coverorgin.jpg?v=86caf29fc6a0690ec8cf899ee041624b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return
Chloe Foster gave up her dazzling supermodel career to marry the man she loved. On the eve of their wedding, she excitedly brought a rare vintage watch to their penthouse to surprise her fiancé, Evan. But when she pushed the door open, she didn't hear his happy laughter. Instead, she heard familiar, muffled giggles coming from the master bedroom. Through the cracked door, she saw Evan tangled in the sheets with her best friend, Mika. The velvet box slipped from her numb fingers, the antique watch shattering on the hardwood floor. Evan scrambled to cover himself, stammering pathetic excuses about it being a drunken mistake. But Mika didn't even flinch. She lazily stroked her flat stomach and smirked. "Don't blame him, Chloe. After all, I'm carrying his child." A wave of suffocating nausea churned in Chloe's stomach. The man she loved and the best friend she trusted had turned her sacrifices into a cruel, humiliating joke, plotting to discard her the moment they got what they wanted. But she didn't scream, and she didn't cry. A terrifying, absolute calm washed over her. She turned her back on the pathetic pair, walked out into the freezing rain, and headed straight to City Hall to cancel her marriage license. There, she saw a cold, intimidating stranger—Damien Knight, the undisputed king of the entertainment world—waiting for a bride who had just stood him up. With a shattered heart and a spine of steel, Chloe walked right up to the billionaire. "Your bride didn't show. My groom ran off. So, what do you say? Marry me instead?"/0/83910/coverorgin.jpg?v=49b48b2a39fecbe401b53ea18bb89476&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Broke
My five-year mission to make Ethan Scott love me ended in failure, leaving my heart empty, my personality sacrificed to a system designed to make me the "perfect wife." My only directive: ensure his happiness. So, when the news broke that his strategist, Sabrina Chavez, was pregnant with his child, I smiled serenely. Ethan, the man I' d spent half a decade trying to win, rushed to Sabrina' s side, leaving me bleeding on the kitchen floor after she staged an attack, blaming me. He didn' t even look at my foot, deeply sliced open by shattered ceramic. He just spat venom, calling me "insane," "pathologically jealous," and carried her away. I drafted divorce papers, convinced this was the ultimate supportive act, the logical step to secure his happiness. Yet, when he saw them, his rage collapsed into a primal panic. "I wanted you obedient, not a heartless robot! Is this your revenge? To show me you never cared?" He saw a stranger, but all I could ask was, "Isn't making you happy my only purpose?" Then, Sabrina had a miscarriage. The doctor said it was an old condition, unrelated to the burn. Ethan' s face wasn' t grief-stricken; it was pure relief. "The problem is solved. We can finally be happy." The system, unable to reconcile his monstrousness with its primary directive, began to short-circuit, and my body began to give out. But as I lay dying, a strange thing happened. Ethan, stripped of his political ambition and reputation, finally loved me. His affection meter, dormant for years, soared. He begged me to stay, promising a new life. But a broken vase, once glued, always shows its cracks. I didn' t want a love built on cracks. With my last breath, I told the system: "Send me to the new world."/1/116355/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fd836ea67a85d8a40a333c3159c9f13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: Loving My Ruthless Husband
I spent my whole life trying to escape my terrifying billionaire husband, Damian Blackwood, trusting the sweet lies of my stepsister and my secret lover, Chase. But on the night I finally eloped, Chase locked me inside an abandoned, burning warehouse. Through the deafening crackle of the fire, my stepsister's mocking laughter echoed, revealing I was nothing but a disposable key to my family's vault. As the blistering heat peeled the skin from my bones, a figure tore through the wall of fire. It was Damian. The man I had drugged, fought, and betrayed shoved burning steel aside with his bare, sizzling hands to reach me. When the ceiling groaned and collapsed, he threw his massive body over mine, taking the crushing weight of a flaming beam directly on his back. Hot, thick blood dripped from his mouth onto my cheek. "I will always protect you." He whispered his final vow as his lifeless weight collapsed against me. Crushing, absolute regret suffocated me in the dark. I had leaked his company secrets and treated him like a monster, yet he died a tragic, agonizing death just to shield me from my own foolish choices. Then, a violent rush of freezing air hit my lungs, and my eyes snapped open. I wasn't staring at a burning ceiling, but the familiar crystal chandelier of our penthouse, exactly three years in the past. My phone lit up with a text from Chase, urging me to hurry to the garden for our elopement. A cold, calculating smirk replaced my tears. I deleted the message, slipped into a fragile silk nightgown, and prepared to repay my husband's bloody sacrifice by utterly destroying our enemies./0/84559/coverorgin.jpg?v=e576daa4f711906fd05b2fe4394dda25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
