Romance Books for Women
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Husband
Dave Francis was the richest banker in the country. I was supposed to marry someone else but he won me in the auction. I had no choice but to marry him. I didn't know how long he would treat me like trash. How many times would he crush my soul? He made me believe that I was worthless. He saw me as worthless. I was a waste of his money. I was a waste of his time. He was my husband but in the name only. Join the beautiful love story of Ava and Dave./0/37529/coverorgin.jpg?v=36bca672f88bb76b625e4ccf79ace97c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tales Of A Slave
Claire Willows is a progeny of a broken home.Her mom and dad got separated when she was a kid. She was broken as the once happy family she had was gone.Ellie,her mother took custody of her and she eventually got re -married to a man she loved. Claire was once happy again been in a complete family.But her happiness only last awhile and her whole world crumbled when her mom died. She was once again shattered but then her step father and brother took her in as their own when her father rejected her. She thought she could be happy but what happens when she gets turned into a sex slave overnight? Her pride and dignity was ripped off her by her rapist of a step father.And when he so called step brother found out about the abuse,he too wanted a taste of her honey pot. She is now broken,her life is like a mirage full of ups and downs.Who would have thought that the people she called family turned out to be demons? Her worst nightmare. “Dad please don’t do this”She begged in tears. “Claire darling just be a good girl for daddy” “Dad please”She tried fighting him off her but she received a resounding slap. “Daddy!”She cried as he ripped off all her clothes… *Who will save her from the clutches of her evil step father and brother? *What happens when she gets sold into slavery by her step father? *And what happens when she gets caught up in a burning romance with her master???/0/91712/coverorgin.jpg?v=505c182a11bc473ea6b9d3d0389a1721&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HEIRESS'S REVENGE: ABANDONED BY THE BILLIONAIRE
Seven years ago, Jasmine Duvall vanished from the Crestfall Academy... heartbroken, humiliated and branded a liar. She was the scholarship girl who dared to fall for the billionaire heir.... only to be ruthlessly discarded, her reputation in ruins. But Jasmine didn't disappear. She rebuilt herself from the shadows, becoming the world's most elusive hacker and the secret daughter of a late business tycoon. Now, she returns not as a fragile girl, but as the hidden heiress to a global empire she never knew existed. And sitting across the boardroom table? The CEO she must join forces with to protect her legacy... Ares Knight, the very man who betrayed and destroyed her. But Jasmine didn't return for reconciliation. She's here to reclaim everything she lost... and ruin him in the process. What she never expected? Power has a price. Old passions ignite. Buried truth unravel. But Jasmine must decide: will she burn down the world that betrayed her... or let herself fall for the man who could shatter her all over again?/0/44018/coverorgin.jpg?v=67200556ffa161cda3ab3da4aa38dbe2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What His Billions Can't Buy
What his billions can't buy… International tycoons Sergio, Alex and Jeremy were best friends in college. Bonded by their shared passion for business—and bedding beautiful women!—they formed The Bachelors’ Club, which had only two goals: 1. Live life to the full. 2. Become billionaires in their own right! But now, with the dotted line signed for the sale of their multibillion-dollar wine empire, there’s one final thing left for each of the bachelors to accomplish—securing a bride! If Sergio Mancini wants something, he only has to snap his fingers to get it. Except for Bella Williams. No matter how much his stunning stepsister once drove him wild with lust, he never allowed himself to have her, believing she was a gold digger like her mother. Now, when Bella calls unexpectedly seeking refuge at their secluded family home by Lake Como, their unfulfilled desire resurfaces. No longer able to resist, Sergio ruthlessly decides it's finally time to quench the fire. But their one night together only inflames their passion—and now he wants more!/0/82303/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200224&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The House-Husband Who Was Rex
I gave it all up. My reputation as "Rex," the undefeated legal titan of LA, my multi-billion dollar cases, the power, the respect. For three years, I was just Ethan Miller, Olivia Hayes's devoted husband, the "house-husband" who cooked, cleaned, and managed her life, hoping she'd finally truly see me. But her world revolved around Julian Vance, her celebrity ex-boyfriend. Every conversation, every decision, every raw emotion was for him. I thought I'd hit rock bottom when she casually bought me a new suit, only for me to realize it was a gift for Julian. Then, at Julian's lavish birthday party, he publicly confessed his "undying love" for Olivia. She cried, heartbroken, while I stood by, dismissed as her "support" and the punchline of a cruel joke. Not once did she defend me. I'd quietly driven myself to the ER after she fussed over Julian's tiny scratch instead of my bleeding, deeply cut hand. I'd listened to her colleagues pity me, calling me a "saint" for tolerating her obsession. But that night, seeing her openly weep for a man who wasn't her husband, after all I' d sacrificed… a freezing clarity washed over me. Why had I wasted three years? Why had I become invisible? How could I have been so blind? My foolish support had only enabled her toxic obsession. When I walked out of that party, I wasn't just leaving Olivia; I was burying Ethan Miller. Rex was coming back, and he was bringing hell with him. Olivia Hayes was about to learn the true cost of underestimating patience, and the man she so carelessly discarded./0/18711/coverorgin.jpg?v=640d1400d2caefca02b58d0e5d6edde8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trade For Love: Stick With Bossy Billionaire
A phone number got Laura into the romantic trap of that devil, Harrison, who enjoyed pushing people from the peak of happiness to the depths of hell. Since she used that number, she had to face the consequences. She thought she could win all of his gentlenesses, but what greeted her was unbearable devastation. Running away to in a panic, his cold voice sent a chill down her spine. “You have no way to escape, my girl. Come back to me now, or you will regret it./0/25200/coverorgin.jpg?v=a87523506187d5216a6b4b8700e64617&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Desperate Housewife
"Tina Grey, the adopted daughter of the Grey Family, is silent, obedient, and conscientious after marrying George Gates, who is the only powerful heir to the Gates Family. Tina knew that their marriage was just a trade that they would never meet again as the contract time is expired, so she did not care much about how George treated her. Three years later, when the contract is expired, she was refused to leave and arranged a position in the Gates Group where she must co-work with George. In order to get rid of the Gates Family, she tore up the mask on her face and showed a real her, who is actually rebellious, stubborn, and independent in terms of work and life. Not being surprised with Tina’s opposite nature for so long, George quickly accepted her characteristics and found it’s getting more and more interesting to be with Tina..."/0/31689/coverorgin.jpg?v=065feaa0eec1439c4e5e4e8953e18a3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Bride's Fateful Lover
To pay the debt, she substituted for the bride and married him, the devil everyone feared and respected. She's desperate and out of options. He's ruthless and out of patience. He took a bite of her sweetness, and gradually submitted to the addictive lust. Before he came to his realization, he was already unable to extricate himself from her. Desire triggered their story, but how would this conditional love continue?/0/38178/coverorgin.jpg?v=332d02521f916b17e7fdf962c608153a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trial Marriage: Mr. CEO Lusts for Me!
The wedding day was coming soon! However, An Xiaoxia witnessed her fiance cheated on her. Was she supposed to cry? No! She shot the scene of their making love, threw their clothes out of the window and nearly kicked the scumbag into a handicapped man. Then she ran away! She didn’t expect that when she was running, she bumped onto the bed of Gu Yize, the young master of Gu Family which was the most powerful family in the city. She was even forced to marry him in a flash! Gu Yize, a mysterious man, had countless wealth though he was a deserted son of the family; he was overbearing even with his disabled legs; with a scar on his face, his features were extraordinary. Most of all, he had a mysterious sexual orientation. An Xiaoxia didn’t understand why such a man would choose her. With a contract, she became Mrs. Gu and was envied by all the men and women. In front of people, he spoiled her to the extreme; behind others, he was passionate to her. But when it came to the critical moment, the passion would come to a halt.../0/80032/coverorgin.jpg?v=727b415cbb63799ef9e0ce8394d77f02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding Night Annulment
My wife, Ellie, died in my arms, her last words twisting the knife: a confession she wished she’d never married me, only pined for her stepbrother, Marcus. Haunted by her dying wish, I used my family's illicit time-travel technology to rewrite our past, determined to give her the happiness I never could. I plunged into our wedding night, posing as Marcus to get our marriage annulled. I painstakingly orchestrated her reunion with him, enduring humiliation, and even donated my own blood to save him after his suicide attempt. Every sacrifice tore me apart, ensuring her ultimate freedom, though it came at the cost of my own soul. Yet, after all this, Ellie, finally free of me, only realized her feelings for me once I was gone. Then, at a charity gala, Marcus, in a jealous rage, attacked me. Ellie shielded me, taking the fall, leaving her gravely injured. Now, she's desperate for the love she never saw. Can I, after such profound heartbreak and self-sacrifice, ever reciprocate? Or is it time to finally choose my own peace, severing all ties, and finding a happiness she will only witness from afar?/0/86521/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3d4a294363ecdc4212949aa9edc95fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace
The headline screamed from the society page: CEO Michael Sterling' s Protégé, Chloe Davis, Flaunts Baby Bump. Five years of marriage, yearning for a child, shattered in an instant. Michael, my husband, promised it was a mistake, a drunken night he barely remembered. He knelt, he cried, he pleaded, and I, God help me, chose to believe him. He vanished Chloe Davis from our lives, and for three years, we were happy. Then came the news of a riot, Michael unreachable. I flew halfway across the world, frantic, only to find him in a quiet suburb, holding a child with his dark hair and blue eyes, another clinging to his leg. Standing beside him, heavily pregnant again, was Chloe Davis, looking at him with adoration as he smiled a truly happy smile I hadn' t seen in years. He saw me, his smile vanishing. On the silent ride back, he told me to accept them. His heirs. And since I couldn't give him a child, Chloe would come home, posing as a nanny. My hand instinctively went to my purse, clutching the pregnancy test I' d taken that morning-two pink lines, a miracle I' d been waiting to share. I snapped it in two; he didn' t even ask what it was. At the private terminal, Chloe, feigning terror, shrieked I was trying to harm her and her children. Without explanation, Michael slapped me hard. I stumbled, fell, and felt a warm wetness spread beneath me. Blood. "Michael," I choked, "the baby…our baby…please, help me." He sneered, "You' re pathetic, Olivia. There is no baby." He turned his back, leading his perfect family away, leaving me bleeding on the airport floor. In the hospital, he brought Chloe, ensuring she got the best care, accusing me of faking for attention. When I hemorrhaged, he panicked, but the final blow came when Chloe staged another fall, crying I' d hit her. Michael, already enraged, punched me in the stomach. An explosion of pain, and then, the last bit of warmth left my body. My baby was gone. He had killed it. But what about all the years I' d sacrificed for him, including my first child and my mother?/0/38827/coverorgin.jpg?v=45515fb7be74bf218837667253dcf789&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owned By My Two Mafia Bosses
“Kneel,” I growled, pushing her down. She did as she was ordered without hesitation. I purred, praising her submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along her lips. I closed my eyes and saw my Rose kneeling in front of me, her jet-black eyes piercing me like thorns and her fragrance, flavoring my darkened soul. …. A princess in darkness could only wish for her knight in shining armor to the rescue. Driven by passionate desires and lost in a sinful one until there's a displacement of purpose, want, and vision. An angel on the street but a demon on the bed. Like an itch, she soothes and pricks. Saddled by the responsibility of her actions from three years ago, she thought it was over but unknown to her it had only begun. An object of imaginative reality could only be allowed a chance to breathe. Enraged by the occurrence of three years ago, wealth and power became his monumental compensation. Although he looked like a God, he won't hesitate to send you straight to hell. His bloodline has left him merciless against his prey and his rise to the top of the consortium was a ride to hell and beyond. The scars on him were the testament of his brooding and the tattoos on him were writings of the stories and secrets he had. One thing for each. In Babel, mercy means weakness, and love was often lust Sharpened by the edges of the sword and brooded in the darkest of tunnels and formed into a beast. Trained to destroy, kill and overcome until he meets again after three years, the person he least expects and loses the one he never knew he had. A new rage is born!/0/45316/coverorgin.jpg?v=f86935f8a773bb3ae2ef80dccb6157c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Fake Blind Heiress's Sweet Revenge
After an accident left me blind, I spent six months trapped in darkness, relying entirely on my devoted fiancé and my caring adoptive sister. But when my vision miraculously returned one morning, the first thing I saw was the two of them tangled in my guest room bed. "As soon as that blind bitch signs the marriage proxy, the money defaults to my control." I kept my eyes unfocused and played the fool. I watched as they forged my signature to drain my thirty-million-dollar trust fund. My adoptive parents even demanded I surrender my company shares because a disabled woman was a liability. When I refused, they went completely insane. Under the guise of a family dinner, they locked me in a VIP room with a grotesque Wall Street vulture, planning to sell my body to save their bankrupt business. I had given this family everything, yet they were dissecting my life like vultures, convinced I was just a helpless, blind toy they could easily throw away. But they had no idea I had already hired a supposedly homeless man to be my proxy husband to protect my assets. And they certainly didn't know this "beggar" was actually the ruthless, hidden billionaire heir of the Sweeney family. Gripping the hidden knife inside my dress, I dropped the blind act. It was time to burn them all to the ground./0/80681/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ca7e4d54d5ec52e4efc7a83551f5222&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire
My life as Sarah Miller, an architect flourishing in New York, felt divinely blessed after marrying the charismatic Michael Thompson. But this dream quickly twisted into a grotesque nightmare when Michael’s twin brother, David, tragically died, prompting his formidable mother to demand he father an heir with my sister, Jessica – David’s grieving widow – to secure their prestigious lineage. Though Michael publicly pledged loyalty to me, I soon discovered him secretly entwined with Jessica, their nightly affair mocking my marriage. I was systematically gaslighted by both families, accused of selfishness, and forced into excruciating public humiliations, culminating in a fabricated "miscarriage scare" engineered by Jessica, leading me to be physically beaten and then compelled to give blood to my sister, who was carrying Michael's child. The man who'd made me feel seen and cherished now personified betrayal, his "duty to David" a vile justification for his actions, leaving me isolated and utterly broken. How could my own husband and sister inflict such deliberate, soul-crushing anguish and still expect my compliance? Consumed by cold fury, I secretly filed for divorce, fled to Florence, and when Michael, oblivious, inevitably pursued me, I initiated my own meticulously crafted, jaw-dropping scheme: I announced I would be bearing a child for another man, a cruel mirror to his own betrayal, ensuring he would finally feel the agonizing depth of his sins./0/84250/coverorgin.jpg?v=474d80ab00e42ff50fca216c0eb069df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Wife's Sweet Revenge
On our third wedding anniversary, I came home expecting celebration, not devastation. I found my husband, Anthony, in our bed with another woman, his young intern, Tiffany. He didn' t flinch, didn't apologize, but mocked me, offering an "open marriage" as if adultery was a new trend. As I walked away, their laughter followed, hammering nails into the coffin of my foolish dreams. But that was just the beginning of the nightmare; outside my family home, I overheard my father. He conspired with my stepmother, admitting he had "sold" me to Anthony, using my innocent high school diary entries to manipulate me into the marriage for his own financial gain. Then, my mother's precious heirlooms, pawned to pay my father's medical bills, were lost forever when the shop mysteriously burned down, a fire orchestrated by Anthony himself. When I nearly died from an allergic reaction, deliberately triggered by Tiffany, Anthony, witnessing my collapse, simply wrapped his arm around her and walked away. My world shattered, piece by agonizing piece, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and ashes. How could the man I loved, and my own father, be so utterly devoid of humanity? This wasn't just a breakup; it was a reckoning. And I was about to turn my brokenness into an unstoppable force./0/52454/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b7688c3ff125ce0b538aeed4fb09d78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fight For The Truth
A party that gets out of control An infidelity that breaks my heart Betrayals, secrets, and truths coming to light They accuse me of a crime I didn't commit, but I will prove my innocence. I don't remember much, just a few gray eyes that became my salvation in more ways than one./0/69001/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250331183256&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Begging Of His Love
"Love, let's go to the park." I went down the stairs, filled with hope, and approached Cloud, hoping for a softer response. "Please, Luna, can you stop this? And don't call me 'love'-I don't love you. Ours is just an arranged marriage, and maybe you've forgotten that you're the reason Stella and I broke up." "Is it my fault, Cloud? I'm a victim too. Do you think I wanted to be tied to a man I don't even love? I'm struggling just as much as you are, Cloud." My voice trembled, pleading for his understanding. "Why don't you just leave me? Oh, right, because you won't have anyone to leech off of if you leave me." He laughed, but his every sneer was filled with anger, especially when our eyes met. "You have no right to say that, Cloud! I've never asked you for money!" I shouted back, holding onto what little dignity I had left. "I'm getting the divorce papers finalized today, and you need to sign them as soon as possible. I can't stand seeing your face every day." But the truth was, every word he said felt like a knife cutting into my heart. "C-Cloud, maybe we can still talk about this." I reached for his hand, still hoping there was a chance, but he pulled it away. "What's there to talk about? Isn't it clear that I don't want you and that I don't love you?" His voice thundered through the mansion, his words like a storm shattering my world. "Right, you don't love me." I laughed, but it was filled with bitterness. I looked at him, trying to hide my tears. "You know, Cloud, I wanted to stay by your side until you learned to love me. But I can't, because you've already given up on us. Yes, you don't love me because I'm the reason you and Stella broke up." "Cloud, I studied how to love you. I admit, at first, I didn't want to be with you. But I couldn't help it. Slowly, I started falling for you, and I foolishly thought that maybe one day, you'd learn to love me too. But no, I was wrong. I just wanted to be loved by you, Cloud, but you denied me even that. My chest felt heavy, and trembling, I stepped back." "You know, I dreamed of you loving me the way you loved Stella. But I guess that's impossible." I laughed again, but this time, it was empty, filled only with sadness and pain. "There's no point in forcing myself on you anymore. Maybe I've suffocated you so much that you're begging for your freedom. I'm sorry for being the reason you and Stella broke up. Don't worry, I'll talk to her." I forced a smile, even as I felt myself breaking inside. "Since your birthday is coming up, my gift to you is my signature on the divorce papers. Just call me when they're ready. I'll start packing." Once inside my room, I collapsed to my knees, letting the tears I'd been holding back flow freely. "Why does it always have to be like this? I just wanted to feel his love..." After I finished packing, I went down the stairs. I found Cloud in the living room, standing with his back to me. "Ah, Cloud, I'm leaving now. Just call me when the divorce papers are ready. Thank you for everything, Cloud." I forced a smile and walked out of the mansion, carrying the feelings I wanted to bury but couldn't let go of. "You're free now, Cloud. You can be with Stella. Even though it hurts, I'll endure it. I took a deep breath. This time, I won't beg for your love."/1/113775/coverorgin.jpg?v=1218e0b8ff0bba1b02b2111ba0147d90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone. But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn. His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side. I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes. Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle. Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia. He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind? This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned./0/50183/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7f72da2ae648f34b1ff5428f0c004e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
