Romance Books for Women
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The CEO's Triplets: A Love Reborn
Lía's life is shattered in a single night: she loses her mother, goes into premature labor, and gives birth to the triplets she was supposed to hand over to her boss, Jorge. But he, overwhelmed by the death of his wife that very same day, rejects them in anger. Alone, in pain, and with three newborns in her arms, Lucía uncovers her mother's greatest secret: her real father is a wealthy Italian billionaire she never met. So she flees to Sicily to protect the only thing she has left: her children. As she tries to rebuild her life and face a family that never expected her, Jorge is overwhelmed by guilt and loses everything... until he realizes he needs those children to save his legacy. A desperate search begins, one that will lead him straight to her. Will an impossible love rise from the ashes?/0/26220/coverorgin.jpg?v=34f1937417d81ee04f94c915de4913d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced Barren Mother Gives Birth To Six Babies
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them./0/93274/coverorgin.jpg?v=efe2822242ee01cc250bc79917a62efe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BETRAYAL: The Day I Died.
On the day of my wedding, I was stabbed, left to die... and forgotten. While I bled in my wedding dress, my fiancé married my sister. And my adoptive family, the people who I thought loved me never even looked for me. They all moved on like I never existed. I thought my world had ended. But I refused to stay a victim. Benjamin Grey, CEO of Grey Global found me, saved me, and helped me rise again. When I thought I would get my revenge, I found out that my biological mother who had been missing for fifteen years was alive, and held captive by my adoptive parents. The more I try to find peace, the more trouble comes in. And I wished I had died that day. Maybe death would've been easier than living with everything I now know. Maybe I won't have to face all these traumas. But life had other plans./1/130764/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2b0081adc4424eda38c68f392d3f543&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The CEO Falls For A Small-Town Girl
Olivia grew up in a small Florida town, happy despite dreaming of something bigger-until a car accident took her entire family and left her alone. She was forced by her cold, strict grandmother into a life working at a convenience store, but her uncle stepped in. She left with him for New York City. Olivia began rebuilding her life alongside her loving uncles. Then one day, she met Alex-her uncle's boss. Strong, sexy, controlling, obsessive. A perfectionist who discarded anyone he deemed incompetent, a womanizer who never tied himself down. Until Olivia. She was younger than his usual type, but the moment he saw her, he was captivated. Olivia was drawn to him too-but she avoided him at every turn, refusing to give in so easily. Alex pursued her with every trick he had. What he never expected was that, in the battle to win her, his own heart would surrender first./1/119284/coverorgin.jpg?v=74cb070ec368af4ea738b5e7bb1458a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With My Best Friend's Uncle
Elaine woke up with a splitting hangover after a wild one-night stand, desperate to just sneak out and forget it ever happened. But when the man beside her shifted in his sleep, her blood ran cold. It was Alaric Caldwell—the notoriously ruthless billionaire, her best friend's terrifying uncle, and the very man who had caught their respective fiancés cheating together six months ago. Panic-stricken, Elaine fled the hotel and anonymously couriered him $5,000 to buy his silence, only to discover her controlling father had just frozen her entire trust fund. Things spiraled out of control when she arrived at her office to find that Alaric had just taken over as the new CEO. He immediately summoned her to his top-floor office, trapping her against the wall. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he revealed the deep, angry scratch marks she had left on his back the night before. "Does this look like a mistake, Elaine?" He threatened to fire her and ruin her career if she dared to walk out the door. Elaine was trembling with sheer terror and confusion. She had insulted a ruthless tycoon by paying him off like a cheap gigolo. Why was he cornering a junior employee? Why didn't he just bury this scandal like he always did? Instead of handing her a termination letter, Alaric locked his cold, calculating eyes on hers and dropped a demand that shattered her reality. "Marry me."/1/104284/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1c2f61288f85dcb720a7653472895f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Husband By Error
Series One: On her wedding day, Isabella Hernando stared into the mirror and wondered- how could she possibly marry someone she barely remembered? Miguel Martez, the man she was arranged to wed, was only a childhood friend who had long since disappeared. But just before the ceremony was about to begin, Miguel vanished without a trace. To save the family's reputation, Maximilian Martez, his elder brother, was forced to take his place at the altar- without anyone knowing, not even the bride herself. But when Isabella finally stood before the man, she was shocked. That face, those eyes... that voice... Series Two: Adeline Martez is a quiet, introverted girl who grew up cherished and spoiled by her parents. Marriage was never something she worried about-until the day her parents announced her arranged match. Her groom-to-be? Jason Castello-the man she despised most. Her senior. Her tormentor. The shameless bully who had made her school days miserable. Adeline fought with everything she had to escape the engagement. But the harder she pushed him away, the tighter Jason held on. One stubborn cat. One relentless dog. When hatred sparks, tempers clash, and neither is willing to surrender- how does a battlefield turn into a marriage?/0/98494/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf37b2642b30854d0efd067c61acfa83&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Puck Me, Stepbrother
Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room../1/130758/coverorgin.jpg?v=936e790e6dd7d4c8a54960081b0e3057&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married By Mistake To My Ex's Billionaire Uncle
Everything Cassandra had ever wanted was within her grasp... until one night revealed that the love she trusted in was nothing but a lie. The betrayal and deceit of the people she believed in the most caused her entire world to crumble. What she never expected was to fall into the arms of a stranger, end up in his bed, and wake up... married. Alaric gave her what she thought she wanted, but now there was no escape. An impulsive mistake became a binding vow. Now, she was caught in Alaric's web of deception, married to a stranger who knew far more than he let on. A dangerous man. An irresistible charm. And he boldly declared her as his to everyone. Torn between her ex's relentless obsession, her husband's secretive schemes, and the betrayal of her family, Cassandra didn't know if this marriage would be her ruin... or her salvation./0/25778/coverorgin.jpg?v=1344b7370d00eb816036de3c4565c100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Each time you break a rule; I'll claim a part of your body as mine" Forced to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate to pay for her parent's debt and her grandmother's hospital bills. "Live with my son for 30 days, if you don't fall in love with him, I'll cancel this contract." Can Malissa live with the handsome, hot and dominating Hayden for 30 days without falling for his charms? However, there are rules to living with this lusty monster and as Malissa breaks them, she learns of pleasures that she never knew existed. As his touches set her on fire, her heart starts to melt. But does the two have a future together when Hayden is in love with someone else and Malissa cannot get over her ex-boyfriend? READ NOW to find out!/1/128512/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3390df964913a5fe528b84e2bad0b72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night Mistake: The CEO's Trap
Eleanor woke up in a stranger's penthouse, realizing she had made a terrible mistake after drinking too much at her best friend's party. She fled in a panic, only to discover she had left her late mother's precious emerald necklace in his bed. To her absolute horror, the stranger turned out to be Cruz Estes, her best friend's brother and the ruthless CEO of the company she worked for. When she accidentally bumped into him at work, a blurry photo of him catching her in his arms was leaked to the company group chat. "Looks like someone's trying to climb the corporate ladder vertically." Her colleagues instantly turned on her, mocking her for shamelessly trying to seduce the boss. She was publicly humiliated, completely isolated, and treated like a scheming pariah who would do anything for a promotion. It was just a drunken accident, yet her professional reputation was completely ruined. She was terrified of losing her job and destroying her friendship, but the thought of losing her mother's dying gift was the most unbearable of all. Why was he letting this happen to her? When she was suddenly summoned to the top-floor executive office, she thought she was going to be publicly fired. Instead of cowering, Eleanor's fear turned into anger, and she marched in to demand her necklace back and end this nightmare. But as she stepped inside, Cruz locked the heavy doors, dangled the glowing emerald from his fingers, and smiled like a predator who had finally trapped his prey./1/105410/coverorgin.jpg?v=68bf1b78d60cae51b9e167ecf8a0a734&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With My Billionaire Boss
I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down./1/115967/coverorgin.jpg?v=a210df9ad5ebe14624f8c4cc1ada4f30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me
"It's still her." Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn't even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne's brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband-a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. "What," I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, "did you have in mind?"/1/114579/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e0c95dc14a6a3382a18fa53cd19e52d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs. My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister. But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed. In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably. Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head. "This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!" I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family. But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn. He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala. He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect. I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast? It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me. He could hear my inner thoughts!/1/125327/coverorgin.jpg?v=1858f53a9e079df4a8a2a4fd4df44295&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Those Seven Years Between Me and Him: From Lovers to Strangers
I am Elianna Lambert. The day I received a tearful call from my best friend, Regina Haynes, telling me that her ex-husband had abused her, my boyfriend, Kristian Reynolds, and I flew back to the country overnight and rescued her. To help Regina get even, I set aside all business interests and took every order from her ex-husband's company. Kristian also made it clear that he would have him blacklisted across the entire industry. The day her ex-husband went bankrupt, Regina hugged me, laughing and crying at the same time. "You two cannot fight, okay? If you break up, who am I supposed to go with?" She said jokingly. Kristian pulled me out of her arms. "Shut up. There is no way I am ever breaking up with Elianna." Later, I had her move into my apartment to live with Kristian and me so that I could look after her; I even arranged for her to work at my company, and encouraged her to find a new boyfriend and start a new life. Every time Kristian would wrap his arms around me and ask, seemingly jealous, "Who is the one you really love, anyway?" Everything was fine until I left on a three-month business trip and secured a major international deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars. When I finally returned to the country, I was eager to surprise Kristian. He drove to pick me up. Out of habit, I opened the passenger-side door and was about to get in when my fingers brushed against something wedged between the seat cushions. It was a used condom./1/130759/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ce678a0c3b1c752eff09574f488d3ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant And Abandoned: The Billionaire's Second Chance At Love
The life of the renowned and aloof architect Ryan Knight takes an unexpected turn the moment he learns about the passing of his brother and sister-in-law, and is granted custody of his ten-year-old niece, Hope-a child he has never met. Ryan's decision is simple: he plans to send her away to a boarding school, as he is unwilling to care for a little girl who constantly reminds him of the betrayal by his ex-girlfriend, who broke his heart by marrying his older brother. However, Hope's unexpected escape brings someone new into Ryan's life: Vanessa Johnson, a young single mother who has struggled day and night to provide for her daughter, Ava. Ava dreams of meeting her father. Her innocence leads her to mistake Ryan for her real father. Ryan, reluctantly deciding to go along with the lie to avoid breaking the little girl's heart, finds himself pulled deeper into Vanessa's world, stirring feelings in both of them that they hadn't experienced in a long time. Can a lie ever truly become reality? And is love enough to melt a cold man like Ryan Knight?/1/128214/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa9ef4cfc28b4834700b8fe1425745b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forbidden Throb
They say your life can change in a heartbeat. Mine changed in the time it took to open a door. Behind it: my fiancé Nicholas with another woman. Three months until our wedding. Three seconds to watch it all burn. I should have run. Should have screamed. Should have done anything except stand there like a fool. Instead, I heard the devil himself whisper in my ear: "If you're willing, I could marry you." Daniel. The brother I was warned about. The one who made Nicholas look like a choir boy. He leaned against the wall, watching my world implode. My pulse thundered. "What?" "You heard me." His eyes burned into mine. "Marry me, Emma." But as I stared into those magnetic eyes, I realized something terrifying: I wanted to say yes to him. Game on./1/106250/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4e3d94e67e6bc16aef1c6b8ac1afa18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine
I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life./1/128620/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b39d89fc7637653d837ac7aa875143f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Rival Biker Boss
For five years, I was the secret financial mastermind behind the Vipers MC, keeping my boyfriend Douglas and his greedy family afloat. But today, he suddenly dumped me and demoted me to a "Sweetbutt"—the lowest level of club property, available to any patched member. "You'll still be useful around the clubhouse," he said coldly, leaving me to the mercy of his mother Brenda, who immediately ordered me to scrub the toilets. The other girls mocked my fall from grace, expecting me to break down and beg for my old life back. But they didn't know I had just uncovered Douglas's ultimate betrayal: he had used the wealth I built to secretly fund a whole new life and a hidden son with another woman in Arizona. He actually thought I would quietly accept being stripped of my dignity and passed around the clubhouse, while he built his perfect legacy on my dime. Worse, his family tried to use my sudden vulnerability to feed me to Ardell Cameron, the ruthless president of a rival MC who had a decade-old blood vendetta against me. They thought they were throwing a helpless, discarded woman to the wolves to save their own skins. They had no idea they just handed a queen the perfect reason to burn their entire kingdom to the ground. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I smiled, opened my hidden ledgers, and began to call in every single debt they owed./0/85014/coverorgin.jpg?v=f79de569af4966fdbfd3f43dccf5c584&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unloved Wife, Unstoppable Woman
The twisted metal was the last thing I remembered before darkness took over. When I woke, the hospital air hung heavy with antiseptic, and my body screamed with fresh injuries. My first thought was of Mark, my husband, the man I' d sacrificed my brilliant career for. My phone, cracked but miraculously working, trembled in my hand as I called his number, a number I knew better than my own. It rang. And rang. Then, voicemail. Panic clawed at my drug-induced calm. He always answered. An hour later. Voicemail. Again? Voicemail. My last hope was our son, Liam, glued to his phone. "Liam, honey, it' s Mom. I can' t reach your father. Can you please tell him I' m in the hospital? I was in a car accident." His voice was cold, impatient. "What?" Then, the sickening scoff. "A car accident? Is that your new strategy to get Dad' s attention? He' s busy, Mom. He' s with Chloe, closing a big deal. He doesn' t have time for your drama." Chloe. The name hit me harder than the car had. "Liam, I' m not lying. I' m at City General. I' m hurt." "Whatever," he drawled, bored. "Stop calling and bothering us. You' re just embarrassing yourself." The click echoed in the sterile room. A notification flashed on my cracked screen: You have been blocked by this number. The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering agony in my heart. Betrayed by my husband, abandoned by my son. In that moment something inside me broke. But something else, hard and resolute, began to form./1/115261/coverorgin.jpg?v=57890cfd99a168eeb71b50c946f4bd98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
