Romance Books for Women
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HIS HIGH CLASS LOVER
When he was 8, she was 3 and a fairy at a Halloween party. His eyes could not leave her side. When he was 15, she was 10, they met at the school entrance, she was in a hurry with her parents and did not see him but he did, his eyes lingered on her every step. When he was 19 she was 14, and was the feisty little thing he has ever seen but then she disappeared... He kept her deeply in his heart and was eager to meet her again until he saw her as a Lady of the night. Be glued with this book HIS HIGH CLASS LOVER/0/56594/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9f8dd456d31117b8567a150d7453e90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tomboy's Obsession
"WTF do you actually want from me?? It's kinda getting crazy you Know?. You're everywhere! I don't f**king know how that's possible! You're stalking me, seriously?" Malachi glared at the lady who stood unruffled, staring defiantly at him. Her eyes raked his entire hot, masculine frame that oozed with sensuality and landed shamelessly on his d*clk. She licked her lips, imperceptibly and Malachi took a step backwards, staring at her with profound disgust. "You're mine," she said slowly. "Huh? What was that?" "I said you're mine, pretty thang," Celestial smirked, sweeping her short hair backwards before walking closer to him. When she finally reached him, she pressed her body deeply to his making his back slam against the wall. She looked up at the bewildered man, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist, possessively. "Love, you're mine," she cooed, her breath fanning his face as their lips stood inches away from each other. "You're sick…" he couldn't complete his sentence when he felt her hand grab his d"ck slowly and his eyes widened. **** What happens when a tomboy finds herself deeply attracted to a stranger she had a night stand with? He's just a nobody, a simple orphan who has been trying to survive. She's always been dominant and crazy all her life. Even with guys! And this cold-hearted guy isn't an exception. She finds herself stalking him, monitoring, unable to get out of the claws of love for someone who doesn't reciprocate her feelings… It's damaging her senses and making her act like an obsessive freak. And she finds herself going to crazy lengths to have him… She's marked him and will kill for him./0/19362/coverorgin.jpg?v=f70f2a13a42bbae46f48fd9223246a4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving You
When they touch, their sexual attraction is indisputable. One night is not good enough for either of them. What's going to do if she discovers his deepest secret that no one knows about him? Will she stop loving him, or will she continue to love him, even though there are things that make them separate?/0/21865/coverorgin.jpg?v=15ecb90ced604c5b29abb02113d6ad62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His not so beautiful wife 2
"Skin once broken ,can never be the same. Just like hearts once betrayed, struggle to beat again." ................................................... A broken piece of glass, a shattered heart. Was all that could define Ethan Lockwood's past. The heir to one of the biggest estates in the country, the most eligible bachelor as the tabloids said. With persona cold as ice and presence authoritative and terrifying ,he was making sure to not let anyone come close to him. Not giving anyone the right over him. Until he met her again. By hands of fate, the very girl he despised more than anything. The girl behind everything. But. What if the girl was no longer that beautiful confident rich man's daughter now? What if behind her beautiful smile she veil's a ugliness that made her insecure every night. What if she has been already punished in the worst way which resembled a nightmare. What if she was scarred beyond repair. Will he be able to see beyond her fascade? Does he have it in him to forgive her after everything? Circumstances change, people change and stereotypes break. But what remains is the beauty that lies within. And that's when my friends the journey of 'his not so beautiful wife 2 ' begins./0/42984/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4b609bf11994021d7c2a468dc89c4df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Bride Triplets And The Impotent Billionaire
Stabbed in the back by the people she called her family, Tinsley William's life ended up in shreds. Her sister called her names and tainted her reputation. She was all over the news as a husband snatcher and desperate jealous bitch which resulted in her having a one night stand with a well known Billionaire at the club she went to drink out her sorrows before leaving the country. Fast forward, seven years later, now a successful anonymous Millionaire author and a mother of three, Tinsley regained her fame and decided to move back to the place she called home. Little did she know that her sudden appearance would stir up a crisis in the life of her family and everyone around her, including the Triplets father, but her three little genius kids were one step ahead of her./0/23273/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee63edac8648a160b88f7266d573912a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge On The CEO
Serena Marcello wanted nothing but to take revenge on the man who killed her father because of the loan he collected which he could not pay back. Serena swore on her life to make sure this old Haggard looking billionaire bastard dies at her feet, leaving her job and moving over to NYC to execute her revenge, she met Sebastian contè CEO of El contè investment limited, the ruthless, heartless, handsome NYC billionaire Playboy./0/84127/coverorgin.jpg?v=f74e228f4227f4b4a99d457c3f5c7478&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dog Ate My Marriage
My life with Andrew, the ambitious architect I' d helped build into a success, was a carefully curated masterpiece. We were expecting our first child, a future designed for joy, when I walked into his office and found his intern, Molly, with her dog disrespecting a priceless gift I' d given him. Andrew' s defense of Molly, his sudden coldness, and then discovering him feeding my special gift - a rare prosciutto meant for him - to her dog, sickened me to my core. Every gesture of my affection, every symbol of our shared history, was being trivialized, even weaponized against me, leaving me utterly alone and reeling from a betrayal so specific and cruel. But when Andrew, with Molly and her new puppy in tow, brazenly used my severe allergies against me during a family inheritance meeting, I knew this wasn't just about a broken marriage; it was about reclaiming everything he' d tried to steal, starting with my life and unborn child./0/86630/coverorgin.jpg?v=2670c50e14ad89e8fcb48a5cb88174eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress’s Fall, Her Rise to Love
My coming-out party should have been the most glittering night of my life. As Chloe Davis, the Davis fortune' s true heiress, perched at the top of the grand staircase, I was the picture of cool, collected perfection in my silver silk gown. Then, everything shattered. The ballroom' s elegant music died, replaced by gasps as a grainy video flashed across the screens, showing me in a hotel room with a man who was not my fiancé. Humiliation burned through me, absolute and suffocating, as whispers turned to a roar of judgment. I fled, desperate for comfort, to my fiancé Liam Sterling' s penthouse, only to overhear him boast, "She deserved it," revealing the public disgrace was a calculated plan with my adopted sister, Sophia. The world spun, the betrayal a bitter choke in my throat. I escaped his apartment, returning home only to be slapped by my mother and banished to Europe by my parents, who watched with disgust. They had chosen Sophia over me. Days later, Liam appeared at my bedroom door, playing the concerned fiancé, claiming it was all a misunderstanding while Sophia texted me intimate photos of them. My last shred of hope withered when I called him, only to hear Sophia' s seductive voice in the background, telling him to "come back to bed." Then came the ultimate cruelty: Sophia' s staged fall down the stairs, followed by Liam's cold, calculating words to the guards, "Your eyes, Chloe, will be a perfect match." I woke to darkness, bandages covering my eyes. Liam spun a sick tale of my eye being donated to a blind child, while Sophia' s punishment for orchestrating everything was a single day of "grounding." The injustice was a physical weight, but the worst was yet to come. Accused of stealing Sophia' s necklace, I was dragged to an icy pond by Liam who, finding out I was pregnant, forced me into the freezing water to miscarry. I heard him confess afterwards, "Of course I did it on purpose. Now there's nothing standing in our way." The last bit of me broke, replaced by a cold, silent resolve. I called Julian Thorne./0/38291/coverorgin.jpg?v=85c34e444932ae709f177b560ebb7226&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Secret Lover
She pushed her hands against his chest, with a terrified face: if you dare, I...I’ll sue you. He pinched her chin with an evil and charming smile:” The whole Dongling is my world. You sue me?” A deal bound her to the noblest and most horrible man in the Dongling. In the daytime, she was one of the ordinary girls; in the evening, she was played by him like a toy. She thought she led a sinful life, but unexpectedly, she had been the envy of all the women in the whole Dongling. He spoiled her, spoiled her to the degree that no one dare compete. In the whole world, only this stupid woman didn’t know it.../0/88038/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed3fcd9a1a733cd51476409b12b4b1b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unseen Love, Her Blind Regret
For five years, I was the perfect husband to my wife, Jorja. I was the man who supposedly healed her broken heart after her first love, Cale, left her. Now Cale was back, and she insisted we all have dinner together. Suddenly, a fight broke out at the next table. A man flung a bowl of steaming hot soup, and it flew directly towards us. In that split second, I watched my wife lunge. Not towards me, but towards Cale, shielding him with her own body. The scalding liquid hit my arm and chest, the pain searing through me. While I gasped in agony, Jorja fussed over a tiny splash on Cale's hand. "We need to go to the emergency room right now!" she cried, rushing him out the door. She paused only to look back at me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You can take a taxi to the hospital, right?" After five years of selfless care, of giving up my art scholarship to Paris to be her live-in cure, I was abandoned, covered in second-degree burns. As I sat alone in the ER, an email arrived. My scholarship had been reinstated. That night, I didn't go back to her house. I went to start the life she had stolen from me./1/109157/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e8dd53a67b5def9bbe345fb84bc1c92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Groom: Married To An Enemy
Life wasn't that good to Moriah as her groom decided against the marriage and left two hours before the wedding began. As if life hadn't been satisfied being cruel to her as it yet gave her another huge blow as she ended up marrying her sworn enemy. For her to salvage her reputation and that of her family, she has to walk down the aisle and marry the substitute groom. Walking down the aisle, she saw the man waiting for her. He was her archenemy, the billionaire business mogul, her fiancé's best friend, Ethan Miller. The blissful marriage she had been dreaming of with the love of her life turned into a nightmare./0/18580/coverorgin.jpg?v=908eee051c900e181bae1833719ce0ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Your Love
If it hadn't been for Emma, Jack wouldn't have been lying on the bed for two years since that accident. She tried her best to take care of him every day and even lied to him that she cheated on him, only to motivate him to get up. However, he tried every means to torture her to vent his hatred of her. Swallowing all the grievances and bitterness, she was still there for him and treated him patiently and gently. Even before he knew, his indifference had already been melted down by her./0/39699/coverorgin.jpg?v=2aa957cd20a902dc5878fd193244420e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let Me Go, My CEO Husband!
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it./0/60818/coverorgin.jpg?v=79063bfee0a059db044c82a23271dc07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Priceless Bride
While she was dreaming of marrying him, he forced her away to another country for the sake of another woman, even promising to marry the other woman. When their paths crossed once more, she aimed to maintain her distance from him, yet he ensnared her within his web of affection. Later on, in an interview involving both, she was prompted to commend her husband. "Besides being pushy and shameless, it appears he lacks any redeeming qualities," she remarked, turning towards the man next to her to query, "What do you think?" The audience was aghast, wishing they could vanish instantly. Unexpectedly, the CEO, known for his stern and icy demeanor, remained serene and offered a gentle smile, responding, "Everything my wife said is right."/0/81937/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b371be296a605408e9136100cc31ec3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret
I woke up in a hospital bed, the lingering scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines my first reality after a car crash. But the real shock wasn't the physical pain; it was the vivid nightmares, clearer than memories, of a future where I was dead, my husband Michael married my sister Jessica, and my entire identity was systematically erased. My own mother, Karen, greeted me not with relief, but with sharp impatience, blaming me for the "trouble" my coma caused, while Jessica, feigning concern, subtly tried to steal my dream journalism grant and clung possessively to Michael. Michael, my supposed husband, stood by, his weakness paving the way for their manipulations, even as I recalled divorce papers hidden in his desk, signed by him weeks before my accident. The town gossiped, portraying me as unstable, while Jessica was painted a saint, and my mother chillingly confessed I was "bad luck" from birth. How could my own family conspire to erase my existence, and why did they always favor my sister, wishing I hadn't woken up at all? This wasn't merely betrayal; it was an active plot to dismantle my life, and I was trapped, expected to silently accept my fate while they openly flaunt their wicked intentions. But the chilling clarity of those "premonitions" became my armor, showing me every deception, and as Michael stood there, oblivious, I knew the accommodating Sarah was gone; I would reclaim my life, sign those divorce papers, and secure my future, no apologies./0/84440/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9df8b3dcfd2a1b0c591e8cddc35e2ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Thousand Scars: Ava's Awakening
Ava Chen stood beside Julian Vance, tech billionaire, her fiancé. Tonight was their engagement announcement at a dazzling Silicon Valley gala. Everything seemed picture-perfect. Then, the ballroom doors opened, and in walked Seraphina Reed, Julian' s ex, the "White Redwood." Julian froze, dropping Ava' s hand, and sprinted towards Seraphina, leaving Ava abandoned on the dais. The engagement was "indefinitely postponed," as Ava watched Julian devour Seraphina with his eyes. Ava realized she was merely a substitute, a colder version of the woman Julian truly wanted. Her loyal assistant, Maya, was killed in a hit-and-run, orchestrated by Julian and Seraphina. Her diplomat father and journalist brother were publicly disgraced, their reputations ruined by Julian' s fabricated scandal. Imprisoned in a gilded cage, she endured relentless torment. Her college sweetheart, Liam, her only hope, was shot dead during a rescue attempt by Julian. The world had stolen everything: love, family, freedom, hope, and even a child she never knew she had, lost due to Julian' s violence. How could one man inflict such brutal, calculated destruction? Her despair hardened into an icy, unyielding will. With Liam's final whispered password, Ava found a way to turn her pain into power. She would dismantle Julian' s empire, piece by agonizing piece. This wasn't just survival; this was war./0/91949/coverorgin.jpg?v=efa728c33f9394d3c04422c3cde1b7a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth Of The Goddess
She was the orphaned prodigy who ruled the operating room. He was the proud soldier who swore never to forgive her. Regina Coles, a gifted neurosurgeon, has no idea she is the hidden granddaughter of Morgan University Hospital's powerful Chairman or that her bloodline ties her to a thousand years old prophecy. She returns to Vanceney City as a resident doctor and is determined to prove herself. But the day she spills coffee on Captain Ryan's ceremonial uniform, she earns his hatred. And when she performs a daring surgery no one else would attempt, she becomes a target. Her cousin turns into her rival. The hospital CEO wants her gone. And Ryan will never let her off the hook for touching his father. He locks her up and swears she will pay, yet the strength in her calm defiance stirs something in him he cannot ignore, something that will one day save him. But Regina's greatest threat is not of this world. The nightmares that haunted her childhood are not dreams but memories. The demon with blue and yellow eyes is real. And when Ryan becomes brain dead, Regina is dragged by the enemies into the mystical forest where the truth awakens. She is not just a surgeon. She is the goddess rebirth. And the war for Vanceney has just begun./0/80842/coverorgin.jpg?v=87371c940b2d167f529a17a6589cc76e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sister Who Stole My Life
My hand trembled, clutching the medical report: pregnant, early stages. My husband, Ethan, believed I was just at the clinic for stress migraines, a convenient lie I’d told him. But as his black SUV pulled up, my childhood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front passenger seat, already claiming her spot. Her bright smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the car reeked of her sharp, new perfume – a scent that soon permeated my home. Ethan, without a word to me, announced Chloe was moving in, effectively turning my penthouse into their private domain. At the gala, Chloe subtly paraded her bond with Ethan, publicly deriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, pushing me deeper into the familiar isolation of our college days. I finally confronted him, the raw pain of years of gaslighting and feeling secondary erupting as I slapped him across the face. His shocked expression, followed by Chloe’s feigned concern, solidified the bitter truth: I was an unwanted accessory in my own marriage. How could I have been so blind, so naive, to willingly endure a life where I constantly felt like an outsider looking in? No more. That night, I knew I couldn't bring a child into this charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shatter the illusions they had so carefully constructed. I was about to lay bare every ugly secret, every calculated betrayal, and dismantle their world, piece by painful piece./0/85848/coverorgin.jpg?v=9196be9ac4a42a53e17b537bcaa99727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Cold Revenge, His Regret
The last thing I remembered was the cold night air and the unbearable pain as my body hit the pavement. My husband, Mark, and his boss, Ms. Jenkins, had pushed me from the thirty-second-floor office window. "She's just a trophy wife," Mark had sneered. Ms. Jenkins had laughed, her arm wrapped around his waist. I had walked in on them, entwined on his office desk, the contract he so desperately needed forgotten on the floor. My heart shattered, my screams turned to accusations, and they, to protect their careers and their despicable affair, silenced me forever. My last thought was regret for loving him, for trusting him, for giving him my entire world. Then, a sudden jolt. My eyes flew open. I was standing in the quiet, carpeted hallway outside Mark' s office, the thermos of soup still warm in my hands. My phone read 9:00 PM. An hour earlier. I was back. Driven by a force I didn't understand, I crept closer to the door, peering through the narrow gap. And there they were, just as before, Mark and Ms. Jenkins, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. This time, there was no scream, just a cold, hard stone of rage in my chest. This was a second chance. I wouldn't waste it on tears./0/21396/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb2718178bdbd4192618e8dc039b3c17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
