Romance Books for Women
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FROM EX-CONVICT TO WIFE OF A RENOWNED LAWYER
After being jailed because her husband, Jackson Watson, framed her, Fiona went back home to meet her son and her hated husband, only to find out that her best friend had taken her place of being the madam of their marital home. Worse, she discovered Jackson had forged her signature to steal her company, just like he had done to imprison her two years ago! Being served a divorce paper was just an icing on the cake. Betrayed, furious, and broken, she signed the divorce paper and swore to herself. "You took everything from me, Jackson. Now, watch me take back what's mine." At her lowest point of life, kicked off her marital home with just her son with her, she met Ethan Miller, a world-class lawyer who offered his help. But would a renowned lawyer take pity on a divorced woman without asking for anything back? What would happen when Fiona found out that Ethan wasn't the man she thought him to be and that he had a motive to get close to her? Would it be like Jackson all over again? Leaving her heartbroken with nothing else? Would she follow in her dad's footsteps and become the most influential CEO with just her son by her side? Or would she forgive him when he begged her back?/1/115866/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9370078dc8ccb74852b6c57420b230d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Claim My Billionaire Enemy
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future. For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me. But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed. Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone. I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back. But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours. When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along. "What's in your pocket, Felicie?" This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands./1/112946/coverorgin.jpg?v=58671b9e01b39c28cab10dd7e3ccb86a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veiled Submission
Chapter 1 The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world went black just as his deep voice brushed my ear. "Relax, little spy. Let us show you what The Veil really is." My heart slammed against my ribs. The masked party in the Brooklyn warehouse had been loud with moans and music only seconds ago. Now everything narrowed to the heat of three bodies surrounding me in the private room. Strong hands guided me backward until my thighs hit the edge of a leather bench. Fingers-long and confident-traced my collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin black dress. I sucked in a sharp breath as cool ice suddenly pressed against my neck, melting instantly against my flushed skin. A second set of hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp with traitorous arousal. "Who are you?" I whispered, even as my nipples tightened painfully. The man behind me chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Tonight, we're the ones asking questions." The ice trailed down between my breasts, leaving a wet path that made me shiver. Then warm lips replaced it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just above my bra. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My hands were gently pulled behind my back and secured with something soft-silk, maybe. The restraint wasn't tight, but it sent a rush of heat straight to my core. Another hand-rougher, more commanding-cupped my ass and squeezed. "So responsive already," the voice murmured, approval thick in his tone. "Good girl." The praise hit me like a drug. My knees weakened. I hated how much I loved it. The ice moved lower, circling my navel, then lower still until it pressed against the lace covering my clit. I gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The cold burned deliciously against my swollen flesh. Fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them aside. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy right before a warm tongue replaced the ice, licking one slow, torturous stripe from entrance to clit. "Oh fuck-" My head fell back against a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright as the tongue between my legs circled faster, sucking lightly. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My thighs trembled. I was supposed to be gathering evidence, not melting under their touch. But God, the way they played my body-like they already knew every secret I'd never told anyone-made my mind spin. The man behind me pinched my nipple through my dress, rolling it between his fingers. "Let go, beautiful. We've got you." I came hard, sudden and shocking, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out completely, but they caught me, holding me between their bodies as I shook. The blindfold stayed on. My breathing was ragged. Then a calm, authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Take it off." The silk was removed. Three devastatingly handsome men stood before me-tall, powerful, radiating raw dominance. The one with icy blue eyes and sharp features stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. The playful one with warm brown eyes and a dangerous smirk licked his lips slowly. The third, broad-shouldered and intense, watched me with barely restrained hunger. The blue-eyed man tilted his head. "Your real name isn't Elena Voss, is it... Nova Kane?" My stomach dropped. They knew. Before I could speak, the door to the private room clicked shut behind us. The blue-eyed man stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We have a proposal for you, little journalist. One that involves a 90-day contract... and your complete surrender." My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers brushed my still-sensitive clit, making me jolt. "Or we can ruin your career right now."/0/24047/coverorgin.jpg?v=19e8930020bd62c9851451b4f3bc7d4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr President's Wild Obsession
He accused her of seduction and was mean towards her after a one night stand. In retaliation, Mercedes threw a $1 note at him as payment for his service and a measure of his performance, which she graded to be below average. Meanwhile, her body ached terribly and her walls felt sore. Two days later, she walked to her new office and was sent to the board room to begin her job as a personal assistant to the President. Her heart stopped when she realized that the man she ridiculed was Nathan Legend. The multi-billionaire devil everyone whispered about. Graciously, he pretended to not know her to her great relief. Yet, when she entered his office, he locked the door. His face carried no emotions, his eyes piercing, his voice chilled like ice. "You shall spend the rest of your life, paying for the insult you threw in my face, till I tear that $1 note off the wall." She shivered to his word and as if to read her mind, he seethed, "don't even think about resigning because, I would make sure, that no company employs you and if you run, I will find you."/0/62332/coverorgin.jpg?v=bea07f3b24d23945bd79ad61e8e4971c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stinging heart
Nicole was the only one she knew that had the guts to call Jordan at this hour. The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. Jordan came out wrapped in a bath towel. He wiped his hand and picked up the phone. Ivelle didn't know what the person from the other end of the phone said. She saw Jordan frowned slightly and he heard him say, "Nicole, don't fool around!" With that, he hung up the phone and was ready to change his clothes and leave. In the past, Ivelle might have pretended to turn a blind eye but now, she grabbed Jordan and begged him softly, "Is it okay if you will not go tonight?" Jordan frowned and his face showed some coldness and displeasure. "Are you beginning to be presumptuous?" It was cold and ironic. Ivelle was stunned. For a moment, she was not able to stop herself from laughing. She looked at him and said, "Tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. Even if you can't let her go, shouldn't you have a sense of propriety?" "Threats?" He squinted his black eyes and grabbed her jaw in a low, cold voice. "Ivelle, you've grown up."/0/75310/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ec44f5befed3c7005e034458ef21f3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Married Me, But Loved My Best Friend
Evelyn caught her husband, Nathan, cheating with her longtime friend, Clarisse, in the guest room of their own house-a room Evelyn had generously allowed Clarisse to stay in. Without the slightest hint of guilt, Clarisse looked Evelyn in the eye and coldly explained why Nathan had chosen her. Together, they shamelessly admitted their affair and even asked Evelyn for permission to get married. But Evelyn was not a woman who would simply surrender to betrayal. With a firm voice and eyes filled with pain, she flatly rejected their request. Behind the deep wounds, Evelyn made a vow-those traitors would learn the true meaning of loss and regret. And she wouldn't stop until they paid the price for the betrayal they wore so proudly./0/27616/coverorgin.jpg?v=4065123e8fcdd86c19ca40249667bbfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The good woman
It's a story about a 20-year-old woman named Dina Malick who was given in marriage to a man by her after receiving a large sum of money to do so. Moab Sankara is a 29-year-old man who has everything to please, wealth, beauty, kindness, the only problem is that he has an illness, an illness that does not allow him to have a wife. Moab sankara is the one to whom Dina will be married over time he will learn to know each other and above all to love each other/0/18207/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0568eb6f50756ab9835ffd865c6e8f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Grieving Hearts
Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms. ~~~~ He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when inoccence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her. He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing. 'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise. ~~~~ "I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now." -Agustin DeLuca. ................... MATURE CONTENT- Not really sure about that, there are few intimate scenes but nothing that mature./0/56492/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f86bd39ffdea9c8abc364916843aca3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twenty one Days BRIDE
"Get yourself a wife or else, slowly watch yourself lose what is yours". Bryan couldn't believe this, he was im need of money only to realise that his dad had left over wealth for him. Was he really marrying for love or for wealth? Will he suddenly love the woman he faked things up with. Read on as crises hurts Bryan./0/62981/coverorgin18.jpg?v=6db1a5741b08d055fc72633694a2f304&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fake Sister Took Everything; Now It's My Turn
"Is this what you wanted?" He sneers, eyes cold and unforgiving. It was as if I was looking into the eyes of a stranger. He looks down on me due to his tall stature. "To be the 'pathetic' whiny burden you have always been?" I flinch at his words. No, this cannot be, this cannot be happening. This is not my Nate, my Nathaniel. I struggle to maintain my composure. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a painful reminder of the betrayal that had brought me to this breaking point. ********* At just five years old, she was abducted and replaced to protect her family's reputation, as it would have been scandalous for her influential father to have a kidnapped child. Returning home, she felt like a stranger in a place where her parents had long forgotten their love for her. Nate her husband, was her knight in shining armor... or so she thought. Betrayed and left to die by the people she trusted. What happens when life gives her and her unborn child a second chance?/0/85368/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7b137d4af160392cbcec03f20b06d06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Past, The Found Self
The sterile smell of antiseptic was the first thing I registered, a dull ache throbbing in my head. I was in a hospital bed, my mind a complete blank. "You're finally awake," a woman with a tired, angry face snapped. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? Trying to kill yourself over a man. Olivia, you are a disgrace to the Hayes family." More names were thrown at me by a man equally displeased: Liam, Scarlett, Olivia Reynolds-my name. They painted a picture of a pathetic woman, obsessed with her adopted sister Scarlett's fiancé, Liam Sterling. According to them, I had forced Liam into marriage and was now attempting suicide because he wouldn't love me back. My adoptive parents and husband spoke about me as if I wasn' t there, their words cold, cruel, and utterly foreign. Then came the demand: "Scarlett needs a blood transfusion. You have the same rare type. You're going to the operating room now to donate blood to your sister." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I was dragged to the donation room, where Liam-the object of my supposed obsession-followed. "Make sure you take enough," he told the nurse, his eyes burning with contempt. "Don't think this changes anything, Olivia. After this, you'll sign the divorce papers." He even threw a million-dollar check on the bed, a brutal payment for my blood. The old Olivia, who they claimed would have shattered, was gone. The memories, the pain, the love-it felt like a stranger's story. Amnesia had wiped the slate clean, leaving an eerie calm. Lying there, listening to nurses whisper about my pathetic desperation, I realized something profound. The woman they were talking about wasn't me. The past wasn't mine. And my future? It was a blank canvas, finally mine to paint. I took out my phone, found a lawyer's number, and dialed. "I want to file for divorce," I said, my voice steady. "And I want to sever all legal ties with my adoptive parents."/0/25345/coverorgin.jpg?v=6369c4ca343ca600b159c5725aa92675&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fasade of the heart
She loathed him, could not even bear to stand near him, let alone sit next to him and shoot wildly out of the helicopter with drug darts. Janice Davis knows of Jeremy Da Camara's feet of clay. As a child, he was her best friend, her hero, until he started dating Lynette ... and refused to take responsibility for their child. She knows he grabs uninvolved at women like pieces of driftwood passing by, and releases them just as quickly. She will not let herself be dragged along. But on the night of the tantalizing red dress, she plays recklessly along, with consequences that even she could not foresee./0/63630/coverorgin.jpg?v=92dce45f6407efccaa84e06dccef3ea0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MR MAFIA BOSS
"Let me go" Aurora yelled trying to get away from the man before her. He groaned angrily and grabbed her to himself. "Can't do that sweetheart. You became mine the moment you step into my world. You belong to me now" He is not surrounded by darkness, he is darkness itself. The Devil disguised as a handsome man in an impeccable black suit and red tie. He's a charming prince, and the demon who haunts her dreams. A night was all she wanted, but it turned out to be the worst decision she'd ever live to make. She was in dire need of money for her brother's surgery, and she decided to have a one-night stand with a wealthy man to get it. Something she now lives to regret. It started out with infatuation that soon morphed into feral obsession. He wanted all of her, and he was ready to kill to make her his. She was timid and shy, yet he chose her. Will she survive In his dark world? He is the king of darkness, yet he chose an angel who knows nothing about his world. This is love story where every chapter is a hunting melody.../1/101915/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7f4f71db22859af5ce87983076e99ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Big Success in her Career after Dumping her Ex-boyfriend
When Stefan once again abandoned Verena for his close female friend, Verena knew it was time to end their relationship. She could no longer tolerate being ignored and betrayed time and again. So, Verena sought a fresh start in a new city to rebuild her life. There, she turned over a new leaf in her career and met a new boyfriend. However, after Verena left, Stefan began to regret his actions. He finally realized that the only person he truly loved was Verena. He followed her to her new city, seeking opportunities to reconcile and win her back. But by then, Verena's heart was irreparably shattered by Stefan, and she no longer loved him. Stefan left heartbroken, and later, in a selfless act of heroism, he gave his life to protect Verena's daughter. On his deathbed, Verena told him, "I never regretted loving you, nor do I regret leaving you. I no longer hate you." Stefan closed his eyes with a sense of peace./0/38323/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd6ca8362cbd090dcca105e07794a27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once His Wife, Always His Wife
Many years ago, Nora Stock fell in love with freshman Alex Hoffman at first sight. At that time, Nora was the daughter of the richest man in Ann City, while Alex was from a common family. Nora was obsessed with Alex completely though Alex had already his girlfriend. She pursued Alex for almost three years and finally became his girlfriend. They got married after graduation. It seemed like a happy ending, but it was actually a weird beginning .../0/86666/coverorgin.jpg?v=95a3a8cfd8ec8cb7e79a01c46ded5b1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Convenient Marriage, Shattered Dreams
My plane landed smoothly, yet my heart churned with a nervous hope. I hadn' t told David I was coming, hoping to bridge the growing chasm in our two-year "convenient" marriage-a partnership built more on family connections than genuine affection. But as I watched David Hayes' s assistant, Sarah Jenkins, casually link arms with him at the airport, her "smooth and practiced" voice oozing familiarity, a cold dread began to set in. She looked like a model, not the efficient helper David had mentioned. Her eyes, bright and confident, scanned me from head to toe, making me feel like a specimen under a microscope, an intruder. "You have to be careful, Chloe. Men can get tired of the same old thing. It' s good you came to check up on him," she purred in the car, a thinly veiled warning coated in false sweetness. My husband, David, just gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and offered a weak, dismissive laugh. He didn't defend me; he managed the situation. That night, alone in his hotel suite, scrolling through a torrent of screenshots Sarah had mysteriously sent, my world shattered. "It' s a convenient marriage, Sarah. You know that. It' s not about passion." "You and me? We' re about everything else." The words, his words, tore through me like a physical blow. He had a whole vibrant life here-concerts, dinners, milestones-a life I was excluded from. My once protective, encouraging husband, the boy who called me pretty, was gone, replaced by a stranger who saw me as a "plain," "boring" obligation. The next day, during a forced shopping trip, he picked out a scarf for me. "Sarah has one just like it. She has amazing taste," he said. Then, he bought an identical one for her, right in front of me, using our "fresh start" as a cover for his infidelity. "People might compare," he fretted, not worried about me, but about what Sarah or his circle would think if we wore the same thing. My humiliation turned to ice. Then, Sarah appeared, melting into tears at the sight of the scarf, claiming they had picked it out. David, without a moment's hesitation, bolted after her, leaving me standing alone on a crowded street, holding the symbol of his betrayal. "He chose her," my mind screamed, the realization a stark, brutal clarity./0/80826/coverorgin.jpg?v=77046b0cc43860ae4b43c460f0995970&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Secret Billionaire Protector
Three years after her fiancé, Ethan Vance, supposedly drowned, Ava Miller finds herself enduring quiet grief at a tech mixer. Suddenly, across the crowded room, she spots him: Ethan, alive, vibrant, and laughing with a new, flashy woman. He shamelessly boasts about faking his death and his "amnesia," making Ava's years of sorrow seem like a cruel joke. Ethan and his new fiancée, Chloe, publicly humiliate Ava, mocking her appearance and implying she’s a desperate failure still clinging to the past. When Ava calmly reveals she’s married, they sneer, rejecting her simple platinum band and accusing her of being a pathetic liar, especially when she mentions the name Julian Thorne. Things escalate at their lavish wedding where, in a calculated setup, Ava is publicly disgraced, covered in wedding cake. Then, in a shocking display of cruelty, Ethan deliberately stomps on her hand, breaking her finger, while the crowd laughs and calls for her removal. Trapped, humiliated, and in agonizing pain, Ava's desperate plea about her true husband is met with vicious mockery. But just as all hope seems lost, a figure steps through the crowd, holding the hand of a small boy: Julian Thorne himself, and their son, Leo. His icy gaze, fixed on his injured wife and their child, promises an unleashing of power that will redefine everyone’s future./0/62008/coverorgin.jpg?v=f74e4ef7fc74e6aff80c6deb977b6935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Duty To Desire
In a union born of obligation, Brittany and Ethan are forced to confront their initial disdain for each other. Their arranged marriage, a product of their parents' lifelong friendship, seems destined for disaster from the start. However, as they spend more time together, they begin to uncover the hidden facets of each other's personalities, and a tentative attraction blossoms. But just as they start to surrender to their feelings, the weight of their families' secrets and lies threatens to tear them apart. Long-buried tensions and past conflicts resurface, casting a dark shadow over their budding relationship. The fragile bond between Brittany and Ethan is stretched to the breaking point as they struggle to reconcile their own desires with the expectations placed upon them. Will they find a way to overcome the secrets and lies that surround them, or will the crushing pressure of their families' past mistakes forever hold them back?. Can they transform their duty-bound marriage into a love match, or will the conflicts that arise from their families' tensions ultimately destroy their chance at happiness?./0/46110/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed4fd91674b69b6a05a70c52754f0610&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Is My Husband Gay？
Athena was far from LA for her Masters degree but she was forced to return home when her mother requested her home immediately because her father was ill. On arrival, she finds out that it was all a lie to get her there and she is to marry a billionaire because their family business is almost bankrupt. Being the good girl she is and always following the decisions of her parents, she accepts but it turns out her husband doesn't love her and will never be cause he's gay. The marriage is to cover his sexuality. But what happens when you finally see the person who you were meant to be with? Nothing can stop the sparks and the desires from growing not even sexuality. If you want a double update, you just have to comment so and I'll give it to you./0/87964/coverorgin.jpg?v=d55c1c55ec553f199df2ac5b269f1108&imageMogr2/format/webp)
