Romance Novels

My husband, Ethan Vance, was presumed drowned, swallowed by the Serpent River. For three agonizing months, I, Ava – owner of our beloved Portland bakery, "The Daily Rise" – had been a grieving widow, the city's gray mirroring the hollow ache in my chest. My dreams felt entombed by tragedy. My friend Maya finally dragged me to a New Orleans music festival, desperate for a change of scene. Amidst the chaotic pulse and anonymous crowd, I saw him. Ethan. Alive. Laughing, his arm around Chloe Hayes, his "childhood best friend" and a flashy influencer who' d always been a little too close. He looked vibrant, not like a man who' d fought a treacherous river. I heard him brag about "escaping the grind" thanks to "Chloe' s genius plan." Then came the gut punch: "Give it another week... Ava will have really hit rock bottom. She' ll be grateful for anything when I 'miraculously' return." My husband, celebrating my destruction. The betrayal was colder, sharper than any grief. This wasn't just him being alive; it was a premeditated, cruel deception. He'd orchestrated my despair, mocking our shared life. How could the man I loved be such a monstrous con artist? My hands shook, but my voice was steady as I called my lawyer friend. "He's not dead, Ben," I told him, the cold fury replacing my tears. "He's a con artist. And now, I want everything."

The only thing SALLY BRUSSEL could recall after a wild club party was being pushed to bed by a handsome demi Greek god. She rose up to see a tiny streak of blood on the bed. Then it dawned on her, that she had just lost her pride - her dignity as a woman. Disheveled and disoriented, she searched the whole room for a trace of the man who had defiled her but he had left already leaving no traces behind. With bitterness in her heart, she leaves the place with a promise to never forgive the man. She concluded that all men were scum and vowed to never have anything with a man. TWELVE YEARS LATER.... Her path crosses with a man whom she considers ungrateful and stern. A fiery love kindles between them. Their love is threatened when a deep secret is discovered. What would they do? Stay together or break apart?

"Oh my!" she tucked her hand into his scalp, her face tilted above and sexually, she moaned immediately those fingers landed on her helpless wet nub. She whimpered, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her, "Oh please stop already", she pleaded without making efforts to restrain his uncontrollable fingers. "But you are enjoying it, aren't you?" he asked Ayla who shut her eyes, enjoying the pleasurable expertise work of his fingers together with his tongue trailing over her neck. "Why did you do that?" "Wh...ouch...what?" "Why did you seduce me?" he asked, still tickling her nub. "No, I didn't", she denied even as her body screamed the opposite. He let go of her, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Why?" he asked again, low and intense. This time, she couldn't deny it; she had to own up and surrender to him. "I.. I only wanted to help my friend. You have given her enough cold shoulders, so I thought maybe I could seduce you for her", she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hahaha", he playfully and tenderly unfastened her buttons one by one until he cupped her warm, succulent breast. "Why sacrifice so much for someone who doesn't care about you?" "No don't slander my friend before me", she defended. He leaned closely, lips brushing her ear. "You seduced me for your friend... right? Haha, it might interest you to know, young lady, that your little tricks backfired; the Hunter has become the game. And now.... I want you", he whispered authoritatively into her ears. "No, you can't----. " "Then watch how I burn the whole city down just to prove I can", he asserted his powers with confidence, his voice firm, eyes burning with desire. Ayla, a second-class young lady from the city of Turkey is compelled to impersonate her friend, who happens to be at the hospital. She is to marry Deniz, the rumored cruelest and richest man in the city. Her mission is to seal the agreement between the two families and seduce the loveless billionaire, Deniz. Paving way into his heart for her friend. Can she accomplish her mission seamlessly or will she get entangled with him in the long run even after her friend returns to reclaim her her fiance?.

"Yes, Dad. I agree." My voice was steady, my eyes fixed on a ceiling crack. My father needed a lifeline for his company, and I, Ava, was his duty, a merger by marriage. But before I could even process the words, my stepbrother, Liam, snatched the phone from my hand, his grip crushing, his eyes blazing. "Who the hell are you marrying?" he snarled, a harsh laugh ripping through him when he learned of my defiance. "You live in my house, Ava. Everything you do is my business." For a decade, I had silently loved him, only to be yanked back into his cruel games. Just last week, his drunken confession of "Maybe it's always been you" had sent my foolish heart soaring, before Chloe' s reappearance instantly turned him cold. He'd discarded my cherished birthday gift, a hand-carved bird with a broken wing, into the trash, a brutal symbol of his rejection. Then, Chloe vandalized the only photos I had of my deceased mother, and Liam let her. My world crumbled. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become this monster? Dragged into public humiliation by Chloe's staged shopping fiasco, then publicly shamed by Liam online as an "obsessed stalker" to appease her. Abused physically, thrown into a sterile hospital room, forced into a procedure he believed would "solve his problem," all under the terrifying lie that I was pregnant to trap him. The utter violation, the betrayal of my trust and body, left me hollowed, a profound and sickening realization that I was merely a tool, a replacement for some lost love, Eleanor. But their cruelty ignited something new within me. No more. I gathered the last remnants of my strength, my silent tears replaced by a chilling resolve. It was time to leave, to finally break free from this gilded cage, and reclaim myself.

Matthew Wang is a successful entrepreneur who, along with his close friend Gabriel Bailey, established a large business empire worth hundreds of billions of USD. However, they eventually fell victim to the schemes of evildoers: Gabriel ended up in prison, while Matthew had to flee far from his homeland, even leaving behind his wife, Isabella White. Three years later, he returned as the renowned War God of Sun Flower Country, known by the moniker Alpha Wolf. With his current status, crushing or choking anyone to death was as easy as a flick of his wrist. Yet, he chose not to reveal his identity too soon, to avoid attracting sycophants and leeches. Upon his return, he discovered the White family had forced his wife to marry the wealthy and infamous lecher, young master Brown, from Blue Sea City. His father-in-law also suffered humiliation and oppression at the hands of the White family. Matthew couldn't stand idly by and watch his wife and father-in-law being tormented. Anyone who dared to covet his wife? He would make sure they could never hold their head up high again! Those who oppressed his father-in-law? He would ensure they could only crawl on all fours for the rest of their lives! Disdain him for his poverty? Sun Flower Country's powerful black cards were limited to fewer than five! Mock him for being cowardly? His mere words were enough to shake Sun Flower Country, let alone the small Blue Sea City! However... his wife was angry with him... even the War God had to obediently obey her words...!

Lara Braun, an erotica poet and a singer had to swallow a bitter pill when she was disqualified from a poetry contest she joined in. Which she desperately hoped to win so she could pay off her debts. In the midst of her confusion, she met a famous, wealthy photographer, Marshall Reed. Whom offered her to become face of his upcoming fashion brand with fantastic amount just out of blue. Trapped by ticking clock situation, Lara finally accepted the offer without letting her mind doing interfere. Who is the true phantom that caused Lara to be in this debts-tangle situation? Could she retrieve her name and credibility as a poet? Then, who Marshall Reed actually is? What’s his true motive behind that lucrative offer he gave her?

"I'm your father today," he said, his tone curt but smooth. "Act like it. Play your part well-your performance determines your pay. Got it?" His smirk was unmistakable, almost taunting, as he held out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, my chest tightening. His words stung, but I couldn't afford to falter. With a reluctant breath, I placed my trembling hand into his. His grip was firm, almost reassuring, though I could sense the tension beneath the surface. I held on tight as we stepped out of the room, the sound of our footsteps echoing faintly in the hallway. The path stretched ahead, feeling impossibly long, yet every step brought us closer to the inevitable. My heart thudded against my ribs, my breathing shallow and uneven. We stopped abruptly at the edge of the church doors. Beyond this threshold, everything would change. My hands were clammy, my pulse erratic. This moment, this exact point in time, felt surreal, as though I were floating outside myself, watching it all unfold. "Ready?"

For money, Lily agreed with her best friend's request to spoil her blind date. The last man she expected to meet was not a fat middle-aged man but Dean, the legendary heartthrob in the college. What surprised her to the core was that she already married him, but she knew nothing about it. What she also didn't know was how deeply he loved her.

Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?

His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall. "Let go of me!" I gritted. "If I want to right now" he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe. "I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me" he whispered gravelly. I gasped and tried getting his hands of my waist. "You are my wife after all aren't you?" He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin. I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to control it. "Dante let go of me!" I seethed. Slowly, his head ascended from my neck and faced me. He ran a finger along my lips and a devilish smile curled up on his face. * * * * * * Love. Crime. Passion. Strong female lead Alina Fedorov, the vibrant and daring daughter to the Don of the Russian mafia is forcefully put into marriage against her wishes by her father. And her groom is no other than the feared Dante Morelli, the ruthless capo dei capi of the most powerful and dangerous italian-american mafia. He has his base running all through Europe and America with myriads of capos and underbossess at his beck and call. Running his underworld without a heart, he is quick to do away with any one who goes against his orders and his years of training has him equipped for a dangerous life of crime. But none of that will matter when he meets the impulsive and independent Alina Federov. Can love ever blossom between the two especially as Dante craves revenge on Alina for the sins of her father? Or will Alina be able to break down his walls of coldness and have him on his knees for her?

Mosa (25 years) is married to Roni (35 years). According to Mosa, age has nothing to do with maturity. Roni, who is much older than Mosa, can't be independent, and can't take decisions without his mother's intervention. Roni always obeys her mother. What is the next story of Mosa?

Rose and Burke: A marriage that started off as a deal and evolved into a story! With Rose's family on the verge of bankruptcy, Burke's offer seemed like a godsend - - marry him, and he would cover the debts of her family. For Burke, she was the last connection to the truth. But read on as she became something much more and love got the best of him.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...Maitresse Aimable's voice came ravaging out of the silence where it lay hid so often and so long, and the signalmen went their ways shamefacedly. She could not make head or tail of her thoughts now, nor see an inch before her nose; all she could feel was an aching heart for Guida. She had heard strange tales of how Philip had become Prince Philip d'Avranche, and husband of the comtesse Chantavoine, and afterwards duc de Bercy. Also she had heard how Philip, just before he became the duc de Bercy, had fought his ship against a French vessel off Ushant, and, though she had heavier armament than his own, had destroyed her. For this he had been made an admiral. Only the other day her ean had brought the Gazette de jersey in which all these things were related, and had spelled them out for her. And now this same Philip d'Avranche with his new name and fame was on his way to defend the Isle of ersey! Maitresse Aimable's muddled mind could not get hold of this new Philip. For years she had thought him a monster, and here he was, a great and valiant gentleman to the world. He had done a thing that ean would rather have cut off his hand--both hands--than do, and yet here he was, an admiral, a prince, and a sovereign duke, and men like ean were as dust beneath his feet! The real Philip she knew: he was the man who had spoifed the life of a woman; this other Philip--she could read about him, she could think about him, just as she could think about William and his horse in Boulay Bay, or the Little Bad Folk of Rocbert; but she could not realise him as a thing of flesh and blood and actual being. The more she tried to realise him the more mixed she became. As in her mental maze she sat panting her way to enlightenment, she saw...

For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan. But during a charity gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend. When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door. She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled. Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me. To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite. "Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it." I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees. Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer. "File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined." Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch. It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.

Auctioned and sold by her stepmother, she became a commodity. He came and brutally seized her, forcing her to sign a contract. 'Woman, I have given you everything you need. Why are you still not satisfied?' he pinched her chin and asked. She struggled to break free, refusing to meet his eyes. When her identity was revealed and she became the heiress of a prominent family, she realized she was still a bird in a cage. Falling deeper and deeper... she realised, she can either be his sex slave or his Queen

The space between them disappeared. She arched into him, tilting her head as his lips traced a slow path down her jaw, then lower. Goodness, she wanted more. *** Valentina De Luca was never meant to be a Caruso bride. That was her sister's role-until Alecia ran off with her fiancé, leaving behind a family drowning in debt and a deal that couldn't be undone. Now, Valentina is the one offered up as collateral, forced into marriage with Naples' most dangerous man. Luca Caruso has no use for a woman who wasn't part of the original bargain. To him, Valentina is nothing more than a replacement, a means to reclaim what was promised to him. But she isn't as fragile as she seems. And the more their lives tangle, the harder she is to ignore. Everything begins to go well for her, well, until her sister returns. And with her, the kind of trouble that could ruin them all.

I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox. Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost. I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest. "She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team." If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure. So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.

**Title:** *Collision Course* Alexandria Harmon runs Castle Rock High with precision-student body vice president, AP scholar, and a girl with a five-year plan for everything. Chris Hunter runs it with charm-star quarterback, golden boy, and a boy who's never met a rule he couldn't break. When a random lab partner assignment in AP Chemistry throws them together, their carefully separated worlds collide. What starts as mutual disdain quickly escalates into an all-out war of sabotage, secrets, and social warfare. Eggs fly. Rumors spread. Detentions mount. The entire school watches, waiting to see who will break first. But when Alexandria finds herself in real danger at a party, Chris is forced to confront a truth he's been running from: the line between enemy and something else entirely is dangerously thin. And the person he swore to destroy might be the only one who sees past the armor he's spent years building.

A secret baby in the womb of the wealthy family's daughter-in-law must be born from another man's seed because the crown prince is infertile.

The cold screen of my phone cast a harsh glow on Olivia' s smug, made-up face-my art school rival-her latest post a candid, unflattering photo of me. Then, I saw the caption: "Some people will do anything for money. Here's Scarlet, a little fuller these days. Wonder if she finally landed a big fish. Or maybe it' s just a little goldfish she' s carrying?" The comments exploded, branding me a gold-digger, a woman using a baby to trap a man. Nausea churned in my stomach, not just morning sickness, but pure panic. Just as the world narrowed to the poison spreading online, a new notification flashed: a press release from the Sterling Corporation. My heart pounded as I clicked, expecting another blow. Instead, it was an announcement from the notoriously reclusive tech mogul, Liam Sterling: he confirmed he was the father of my unborn child and vowed legal action against any defamation. The world tilted. Liam Sterling? The legendary, untouchable genius from college? It was impossible. I had never even spoken to him. How could he be the father of a child conceived in a transaction with a nameless stranger in a dimly lit hotel room-a desperate mistake made to save my dying grandmother? It made no sense. The public shaming felt insignificant now, overshadowed by a terrifying reality: my quiet, desperate life had just collided with a world of unimaginable power. I was trapped, a pawn in a game I didn' t understand. I had signed a contract for survival, and now I was paying the ultimate price.