Romance Books for Women
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Irresistible Affection: CEO's Gossip Wife
On her first day at work, Evelyn was immediately fired by Byron, the heartless CEO himself. When she realized that she had lost her job even before she started working, she summoned up her courage and looked straight into his eyes. No one had ever dared to point at his nose and confront him, and she was the very first one. Desperate for a job and with the help of a friend, she continued working as an insignificant cleaner. She believed that she would et a promotion as long as she worked hard. To the CEO, she was the first woman who could easily annoy his cold heart but at the same time dissipate his restlessness like a breeze of fresh air./0/25197/coverorgin.jpg?v=2081d04935f50f0fb63c8e631f534ab7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lover's Trap
"How long could a marriage last without love? One year? Five years? Or even longer? Nobody can be sure. But Sofia kept the loveless marriage for 6 years and did not ask for a divorce until Henry's first love came back to break the balance. Henry was startled when seeing the divorce proposal prepared by his quiet wife, as he never expected a divorce even if he did not love her. What's worse, immediately after making a decision to divorce, Sofia moved out of the Smiths Family disregarding Henry's strong opposition. He suddenly appreciated that he knew little about his wife though they had been living together for six years. Yet, the current Sofia, who removed the mask and showed a real her, is deadly attractive to him. Without him, she is independent, stubborn but kind and warmhearted, a totally different woman. Remembering their first encounter, Henry realized that Sofia is always who she was, never changed. Henry finally swore, if given the second chance, he would never let her go."/0/63482/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Drinks and Deadlines
Selene has spent the last two years hustling through side jobs, sending out endless applications, and surviving the grind of unemployment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she lands a job at Stones Technology as the CEO's secretary-a position that feels like the fresh start she's been waiting for. To celebrate this hard-won milestone, Selene and her best friend, Maya, head to a club for a night of drinks and dancing. A few shots in, Selene catches the eye of a strikingly handsome yet enigmatic man. The chemistry is instant, and before long, one thing leads to another. The next morning, she wakes up alone in a hotel room, the handsome stranger long gone. Shrugging it off as a successful one-night stand, Selene consoles herself with the thought that in a city as big as New York, the chances of crossing paths again are practically zero. But when she arrives for her first day at Stones Technology, Selene is hit with a rude-and very cold-awakening. The mysterious man she spent the night with? He's not a stranger after all. He's her new boss, and he's nothing like the charming man from the club. Now, Selene has to navigate a work environment where every interaction is laced with tension, and nothing is as simple as she thought. Will she have her happily ever after or will other external factors complicated her path to a happy ending?/1/117665/coverorgin.jpg?v=191ecab3be709399243db5a929f3f6c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother
I went to my fiancé's hotel suite to surprise him with a Patek Philippe watch the day before our engagement party. Instead, I found him in bed with my best friend. Through the crack in the door, I heard them plotting to steal my family's priceless data before breaking the engagement. I recorded their betrayal, threw the expensive watch in the trash, and went to a dark lounge to drink away the agony. In a reckless impulse born of whiskey and pain, I pulled a domineering stranger down for a kiss and took him to bed. But waking up the next morning, I realized the catastrophic mistake I had made. The man emerging from the bathroom wasn't just anyone. He was Garnet Crawford, my fiancé's ruthless, billionaire older brother. "Hello, future sister-in-law." He smiled coldly, revealing he had used my fingerprint while I slept to steal my blackmail video. He trapped me, forcing me to play the role of his fiancée to publicly humiliate my cheating best friend and destroy his own brother. He moved into my apartment, blocked the exits with his bodyguards, and claimed me as his property. I thought I was just using his power to get revenge on the two people who broke my heart. But the next morning, the news reported my fiancé had been brutally assaulted, his legs broken in a sudden mugging. Looking at the cold, possessive monster who had orchestrated it all, a terrifying realization hit me. I hadn't just struck back at my betrayers-I had sold my soul to the devil./0/38175/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f1be2bff88fc61876a238337a52639a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Love Starts from One Night
Breaking news! Crown Prince in the capital lost his memory and became a stupid dog. He was hid in a love nest, kissed and hugged every day, and turned into a househusband who followed his wife all day. “Honey, I’m hungry.” “Ah, open your mouth.” “Honey, I’m tired.” “Come, a hug.” “Honey, I’m sleepy...” “Yes, madam.” Crown Prince took off her clothes quickly. Before she was reborn, Kate Taylor was a geomancer with bad luck. Afterwards, Kate became a nameless star. With Crown Prince as her support, she was very proud and became a lucky girl that everyone envied. Since then, her life was a success./0/19357/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d10049858d94369a03ed2a45b5027f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Carisa
Morgan Colton is not the typical bad boy but a rich spoiled brat, who is only interested in his usual life. He is a famous drug dealer in New York. Sleeping with a new girl each night was his usual habit. Ever since he laid his eyes on a Russian bartender named Carisa, he chased her until he found out that she was engaged to the unfaithful man. That's when the drama begins... "Beg me..." he trailed his lips down from her ear, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin below her ear and her legs clenched around his thighs. "No!" her voice was defiant, but her breathing was ragged. He mentally gave himself a hi-five. She would beg. Sooner or later./0/25846/coverorgin.jpg?v=a23aed922fa545102552f016651dc8ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Den
A school consist of different people in the society, a heir, a son, a daughter... but they are belong to the mafia world. A school that is made to nurture the talents of the next heir, of the next king on the throne. She knows that she's not ordinary, ordinary and her name doesn't fit. She made her way at the school and become a student. She loves thrill./0/80029/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b6d628a17c16ffe688c2e2d1cd19030&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Necklace I Designed, His Mistress Wore
Days from launching my passion project, "Ephemeral Echoes," I was a rising game developer, engaged to Ethan, NexusCorp's CEO. Our publicly perfect life was a tech-world fairytale, built on what I believed was unwavering trust and shared dreams. Then came the chat log: Ethan's explicit DMs with Chloe Davis, an intern. Intimate photos from his penthouse. The real gut punch: Chloe had access to *my* early game concepts, the raw soul of "Ephemeral Echoes." He hadn't just betrayed my heart; he'd stolen my very creative identity. A chilling descent followed. Chloe's taunting DMs, featuring photos of Ethan, and his family's champagne toasts to her "pregnancy"—accessorized with *my* custom-designed necklace. Ethan, my rock, publicly abandoned me for her, dismissing my agony as mere "pre-launch jitters." His gaslighting amplified my humiliation. My entire life, meticulously crafted, crumbled into a grotesque, public charade, a lie I could no longer ignore. How could the man I loved systemically erase me, all while the world applauded our 'perfect' fairytale? The betrayal was suffocating. But I wouldn't be his victim. My global, live-streamed game launch would become my stage, not for triumph, but for definitive escape. Ava Miller would die that night in a meticulously orchestrated "accident," reborn as Grace Porter, leaving him to face the shattered code of his own making./0/51802/coverorgin.jpg?v=5704485a8b06e7db3f928914f8ef2e57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Return Of The Billionaire's Dead Wife
Chelsea Knights once thought to be dead, returns to the city she once called home, her heart still bearing the scars of betrayal. With her mischievous son in tow, she seeks revenge against Liam and those who caused her untold suffering. However, she discovers a harrowing secret. On the other hand, Liam Knights, once the love of her life, grapples with the harrowing realization of his mistakes and resolves to win back Chelsea's trust and love at any cost. How will Liam react when he uncovers the brutal truth from five years ago? And will Chelsea ever find it in her heart to love Liam again?/0/81327/coverorgin.jpg?v=10138fcc93f7ae15a905f33f577af3d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Pep Rally Humiliation
My name is Maya Rodriguez, and I pretty much live at WOLF Radio, spinning indie tracks and secretly nursing a hopeless crush on Ethan Miller, our university' s star quarterback. He' s that guy – popular, talented, and completely out of my league. Then came Homecoming. A text from my best friend shattered my world: Ethan was about to ask Chloe Davis, the campus queen, to the Ball. And he was going to do it using my microphones! My stomach clenched. I had to stop him. In a panic, I recorded a voice note to Liv: "Liv, I have to stop this! I can't let him use the WOLF Radio mic to ask Chloe! You know how I feel about Ethan!" But a forgotten Bluetooth connection turned my private confession into a public announcement, booming across the entire stadium. The mortified silence, then the gasps and laughter. My deepest secret, broadcast to thousands. I wanted to die. Chaos. Humiliation. How could my mistake be so catastrophic? I was the invisible sound tech, always behind the scenes. This was beyond anything I could imagine. The star quarterback, frozen on the field, looking directly at me. But then the impossible happened: Ethan sought me out. He wasn't angry. He was oddly amused. He revealed a massive misunderstanding – the proposal wasn't for Chloe, or even for him. My public humiliation was all for nothing. Or was it? What exactly was the campus heartthrob doing, being so incredibly kind to the girl who just declared her crush to the whole school?/0/94305/coverorgin.jpg?v=26485db0207229a6ef9ff9a8a32508c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her Over Us
I nursed my husband back from a coma, pregnant with the child I thought would complete our perfect life. Then his ex-girlfriend reappeared, also claiming to be pregnant with his baby. During a staged kidnapping, he made his choice. He offered me and our unborn child to the kidnappers in exchange for her. He watched me fall, saw the blood staining the concrete, and walked away to save the woman who was lying to him. He thought he was leaving me to die. But I survived. And the first thing I told my rescuer was, "I'm thinking of changing my baby's father."/0/84896/coverorgin.jpg?v=f380fb9a43b5b93230f8d3324a96b9d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Butterfly Effect of Ava
The afternoon sun warmed my art studio, a sanctuary I' d built for myself, far from my chaotic family. Life was good, my canvas humming with color, ready for final touches. Then, the phone rang, a cold dread seizing me as Leo' s name flashed across the screen. He demanded money, as always, his voice a familiar, entitled growl. Our conversation was sharp, escalating quickly, ending with his chilling threat: "I'm outside your building. Come down here right now, or I'm coming up." A cold fear snaked down my spine; this was my sanctuary, not his to invade. He was waiting, his face thin and angry. When I refused him, he sneered, calling me "little miss perfect artist," shoving me. I stumbled, caught off balance, and then he shoved me again, harder. I fell backward, right into the street. Everything happened at once: the screech of tires, a blaring horn, blinding headlights. A massive force slammed into me, pain exploding through every nerve. Then, only darkness. I died. But then I opened my eyes. Confined to a tiny, unfamiliar body, in my old childhood bedroom, the calendar on the wall screamed 2007. I was seven years old again. It wasn't a dream. It was a second chance. A chance to change everything. A chance to stop Leo from becoming the monster who would one day cause my death./0/21304/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e00bcdfd18f86d20ef57d9841e0cf6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Complicated Love
Mia Joy, a working student who stuck in her past. Her father and her ex-boyfriend hurt her. She was suffering from pain because of two men in her life. She's the type of woman who won't give up as much as she can and as long as she lives, just for her dreams. What if her ex-boyfriend will go back to her and courted her again? Will she continue pursuing her dreams, or she will accept the man again? Will she allow herself to enter into a complicated love?/0/34282/coverorgin.jpg?v=e49a19376cd09e7e5a09553a5d3f8c32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bittersweet (English)
Sathya an honest, independent woman who believes that being kind and working hard are the main principles of her life. She is a cook in a famous Indian-Italian restaurant and her dream was to open a restaurant of her own. In her passive life, she never thought about getting married but she eventually weds Raghu under a compulsion. Raghuram a former Commonwealth gold medalist and a retired athlete was now working as a production engineering in a car manufacturing company. He is more like an orphan, he lost his parents in an accident and raised up in a hostel by his Uncle. He was a lone ranger for all his life and finally married Sathya in an unusual circumstance. Their relationship started with an untold truth, grief, and doubts but will they able to continue it carrying them in their hearts?/0/86194/coverorgin.jpg?v=76828c05489d9290be50354280a1663a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day The Elevator Broke
The elevator jolted, groaned, and then stopped. My breath hitched as the lights flickered and died, plunging me into absolute darkness and the icy grip of claustrophobia. Frantic, I called my husband, David, for help, certain he' d be my rescuer. Instead, his voice, impatient and dismissive, carried the faint sound of music and a woman' s laughter – Ashley, his young assistant. "Look, Sarah, I can' t right now," he said, explaining he was taking Ashley, who was faking a cold, to get medicine. He chose his assistant over his wife, gasping for air and pleading for help. Then he hung up. When I finally escaped the elevator an hour later, something broke inside me, but it wasn't my spirit. That night, I watched him from the doorway, listening as he mocked me to his friends, assuring them I was dependent and would "come around." The next day, a photo of him and Ashley, radiating false happiness, appeared on his social media, captioned, "So grateful for my ray of sunshine." My colleagues whispered, friends called, but there was no anger, only a profound sense of release. He saw me as pathetic and dependent, a puzzle he'd already solved, but he was wrong. I packed my bags, every folded shirt a step away from him, and called the one person who still saw me as Sarah-bug. "Can I come home?" I asked, tears of relief finally falling./0/38500/coverorgin.jpg?v=50b407a799a3ebfb0ca9cd89e46cbae8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daring to Live
Sweet, fiercely loyal and introverted despite being a famous Pop Star, Harper Isabel Romano does not believe in the concept of romantic love- even though she has sung ballads about it. Between her busy schedule and her tattered, destroyed heart, she has no desire for a relationship or anything akin to romantic love. Yes, she adored music. It was her first, after all. It had kept her alive when she wanted nothing else. Her three best friends and brother were also exceptions, the only people who came close enough to earning her absolute devotion. But when trouble emerges, a situation threatening her first true passion- music, she finds herself seeking solace with a man she barely knows. A man who screams danger and despair from a mile away. A man who threatens her sanity by eliciting emotions in her. Feelings she thought had died. Because despite Raiden's cold, unassuming personality, he made her feel alive. Wanted. Protected. Cherished. For the first time in her life, she Dares to dream of a world where she is genuinely Alive. *** Enchanting, Lethal and wise enough to keep all his cards close to heart, Billionaire Raiden Hattori is a leviathan hidden behind the tailored suits and persona of a stoic gentleman. He has never had time for love, for hearts and flowers. Not when he was drenched in the Sins of his Past and Present but when he listens to her sing, watches her imbue emotion into her music and bring it to life, he can't ignore her or the pull he has towards the famous pop star whose eyes behold suffocating sadness. She is a Puzzle he cannot solve, the object of his obsession. And when the chance to get close to her, to study her and understand the pull comes, he breaks all his rules. He tables a deal she can never refuse. He Dares to Live only for her. His only Exception. Theirs is an all-consuming, erotic love filled with secrets and tainted by past demons....and when it all unravels, it threatens to destroy them. ***/0/29091/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bf32a21b15e2d7e659517f5d7bb84c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Angel of Death
Is it possible to fall in love when you don't know what love is? Turns out it is. Chiara had no idea what love meant, she could not comprehend complex emotions. She had lived her life based on logic and certain principles, until he comes in and the sensible way no longer seem right. Murder came easy to her, it was like breathing, yet she could not kill him. For the first time ever, she could feel and it was all because of him. Feeling was something unexpected and strange, it was something she could not control, yet she wanted it. Nothing would make her give up the feeling, not even him. She was everything he despised, covered up in an alluring beauty. Death surrounded her, it lurked around her and so did he. He ought to stay away from her because she was a psychopath, but he could not. There was something about her that attracted him, pulled him in when he should have been repulsed. He hated her with about the same amount of passion that he loved her. Everything about her made him crazy, but he was ready to be crazy for her./0/64456/coverorgin.jpg?v=f63c166c6c9552771fe15ab82ef48c87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
American Boyfriend
Alessia De Luca is determined to prove to her family that she has moved on from the man who left her at the altar two years ago. Desperate to avoid their pity, she enlists her arch-nemesis Noah Wilson, a moody colleague, to pose as her boyfriend during a summer trip to Italy, where her ex-fiancé, Antonio, is getting married. But circumstances changed and she's thrown into a dilemma that almost ruins everything. However, things get more complicated when Noah plays his role a little too well, and Alessia realizes that she's falling for her perfectly 'fake' boyfriend./0/86843/coverorgin.jpg?v=43406101bc48b8615841ff5088ed1a48&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Sacrifice Me To Save His Stepsister
The pain shot up from my tailbone. I lay at the bottom of the grand staircase, a warm, sticky wetness spreading beneath me. My baby. My unborn child. Footsteps thundered down the stairs. Jake, my husband, rushed past me without a glance. He went straight to my stepsister, Brooke, who was slumped against the wall, her face a mask of fake terror. "Brooke! Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" he asked, his voice filled with panic. He cradled her in his arms, then turned to me, his eyes cold and full of hate. "Ava Riley," he spat, "If I hadn' t lost my memory, there' s no way I would have ever married you." The words hit me harder than the fall. Brooke, nestled in his arms, looked at me with a triumphant smirk. She whispered to Jake about finding property for an art gallery to "heal." He immediately pulled out his phone, without even looking at me, lying in a pool of my own blood. The next day, Jake used his immense power to condemn my family' s historic art studio. My loving parents, trying to stop the demolition, were crushed and killed by falling debris. The news came to me in the sterile white of a hospital room, after I had already lost my child. It was all gone. Replaced by a cold, hollow emptiness. When I finally left the Miller mansion, carrying my parents' ashes, Jake' s friends snickered, thinking I' d crawl back. Jake sneered, "It' s just a pity play. She schemed her way into wealth. She' d never leave." They didn't see the black car waiting for me. They also didn't know my private jet was ready on the skyscraper rooftop. They thought I was a broken, penniless artist. They had no idea who I really was. And they had no idea what I was about to do./0/55047/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d6afbb5d3c44b4bc271d182b6b096b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
