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Romance Books for Women

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Eight Years To Forever

Eight Years To Forever

I, Ava Miller, an architect, spent eight years with Ethan Hayes, though our shared life felt built on shifting sand. He constantly chipped at my confidence, yet I clung to the hope of 'us'. At a New York charity auction, Ethan bought my grandmother's unique sapphire pendant. My stomach plummeted as he publicly presented "my" heirloom to his young intern, Chloe Vance, then whispered, I'd get "something new." His words were a gut punch. A video soon showed him boasting he'd propose to Chloe. He did, at a party, using my sapphire, crudely reset, branding me "strong" while asserting Chloe "needed him." Post-confrontation, he replaced the damaged stone with a worthless glass replica, convinced I wouldn't notice. His manipulations peaked when he dragged me into Chloe's staged suicide attempt at the ER, ditching me bleeding to chase her drama while caught with her lipstick on his face. Eight years of my life, systematically cheapened and discarded for his brazen, theatrical lies. The audacity, the disgusting manipulation, his absolute lack of remorse – it was suffocating. How had I been so blind? But the script truly flipped. Abandoned again at the ER, one name cut through the noise: Julian Thorne. The man who, years ago, unexpectedly offered, "Ditch the zero. Marry me." My shaking hand steadied as I called. "Is that offer still on the table?" I whispered. A liberating breath. "Okay. Yes." San Francisco was my final destination. I was coming.
Matched To The Untouchable Billionaire King

Matched To The Untouchable Billionaire King

Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry. On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse. It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries. At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her. "Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again." The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system. At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash. Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions. But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite. Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger? Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund. He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire. Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke. "I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
A Baby For Billionaire Knox

A Baby For Billionaire Knox

A BABY FOR BILLIONAIRE KNOX (The Clumsy Mermaid) His hands covered her boobs and she began to tremble. “You are so beautiful." Knox said with his eyes on her just studying her body. "Knox...I think we...shouldn't...” Eretia paused. "Do you want me to stop?" Knox asked. Eretia stared at him. Her nipples going hard and her belly quivering. "Why do...you want...to do this?" “I want you to have a desire to comeback here when you return to your world." Knox answered with sincerity in his tone. “But—“ He brushed his mouth against hers cutting off her intended words. His hands gently cupping her breasts. “This is your first right? Or am I wrong?" He asked amidst kisses. “No...no...I haven't...done it with anyone.” Eretia stuttered. “Same here." Knox coaxed. Meet Knox Martins, a billionaire and who also happens to be a big time celebrity. You see, Knox Martins is stone-headed and cold-hearted. He hates to hear the word “love.” He despises his mother for just one reason - he believes that she killed his father even though he had crashed in a plane that had killed a thousand of people. Eretia, a mermaid, a lady of the ocean who has special singing powers that is enough to hear the words of the sea. She washes up to the shore of a sea, injured and alone - far away from home. She is found by a young surgeon who is kind enough to bring her into his home. And soon enough, Knox Martins meets Eretia who happens to be a hired maid by his mom after she makes a deal to reconcile both mother and son. Will the relationship between the earth and the sea ever get the chance to bloom? Or will it whither away when they are apart in their separate worlds.
Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life

Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life

"Pancreatic cancer, aggressive," the doctor' s words hit me, Eleanor, a sixty-year-old retired librarian, like a physical blow. I rushed home to my husband, Richard, a man I' d shared forty years with, hoping for comfort, for support, for a fight plan against this death sentence. Instead, he coldly dismissed my $75,000 treatment as too expensive, citing our tight savings due to our grandson's school. Days later, a bank statement revealed the truth: a $50,000 withdrawal for "Vintage Motors LLC" was not for our family, but for a shiny red convertible. My best friend, Brenda, then called, reporting Richard and his high school sweetheart, Sylvia, recently widowed, cruising Main Street in that very car, laughing like young lovers. He bought his mistress a luxury car, flaunted her publicly, and denied me life-saving treatment. When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes, calling me "dramatic" and "hysterical," saying Sylvia "needed cheering up" and was "good for his networking." My heart shattered again when our son, Michael, whom I had always cherished and supported, sided with his father, arguing my cancer was "tough" at my age and that Sylvia had even helped his career. At Sylvia's birthday party, hosted at Michael's house (a house I helped him buy), Richard proudly introduced her as his "true partner," and when I spoke up, Michael publicly shamed me, ordering me to "just leave." The man I loved for decades, and the son I raised, chose a new relationship and career opportunities over my very life. How could they betray me so completely, so callously, leaving me to die while they celebrated? But in that moment, as I walked away, something in me finally broke free. I was done being their victim; I would fight for my life, alone, and on my own terms.