Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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BABYSITTING JENNA
WHO IS JENNA?? She's a spoit brat She's annoying She's a pain in the neck She's a drama queen And she's just 7 of age Her father is well known as the famous billionaire Jake Martinez, runs and owns different company in different countries He's known for his icy and cold behavior, if not for his daughter people would have mistook him for a gay cause he's never spotted with women As for his daughter's mother, something happened that made him develop this hate for women, he's just 27.. pretty young and so handsome, his handsomeness is off limits, it's like he's a fallen angel from heaven cause any girl that set eyes on him??, Their heart will never remain the same Let's not even talk about his body and hight,. Maybe that explains were Jenna got her cuteness from, she's super cute too, she's like an angel but if you live with her for just a day then you'll know she's a devil in disguise This girl has made her dad fire all sorts of nannies cause of small mistakes they made, she's a very tough little girl nothing can make her cry expect her mom She wants a mom so bad, everyday she's wishing for her mom to come back, she feels bad when she sees her classmates talk about their mom while she has nothing The only person she cares about is her father, and the only person Jake cares about is his daughter, his daughter is his light, if you mess with his daughter, you mess with him. Trust me This family has been so uptight until she came in Who's that she?? What did she do?? Who can put Jenna in her place?? Who can melt Mr Jake Martinez heart?? MOST IMPORTANTLY What happened to Jenna's mom that made Jake hate women?? This is a very heartwarming and interesting story, you don't wanna miss for anything at all so... Grab your popcorn and put on your glasses, settle down on your sofa, hug your pillow tight and let's go Readers please be on a look out for me, if you see anyone copying or reposting please inform me right away, thanks babies Brought to you by rhemaromance/0/92223/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104081104&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaimed by the Mafia Heir
In the fifth year of marriage, Nora Yates stumbled upon scandalous headlines linking her husband to another woman. His friend teased him. "Stefan, you're ruthless. Just because Nora stole Izabella's boyfriend, you married her, pampered her, and fed her those pills until she's practically a fool." Stefan Gordon, cradling a pregnant Izabella Stewart, spoke coldly. "She made Izzie unhappy. She has to pay the price." Outside the private room, Nora, battling severe depression, nearly collapsed. Her trembling hands dialed a number. "Tell that company I'll join." For five years, Nora had been a housewife, confined to her sickbed. Everyone forgot she was once a legendary hacker, feared by every major corporation./0/85027/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205606&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His "Parting Gift"
The Aspen snow fell, mirroring the blanket of happiness cocooning Ava Reed as she drove to Ethan Hayes' s mansion, a drone – her heartfelt anniversary gift – beside her. Three years of love, whispered promises, and shared dreams were shattered when she overheard Ethan tell his friends she was just a "fun accessory," a "fling" he was ready to discard with a paltry directing gig as a "parting gift." The laughter that followed was ugly, turning her world to ice. She burst in, confronted him, and threw his cruel words back, walking out on the man who had reduced their love to a transaction. But the humiliation didn' t end there. He gave her personal gift to Seraphina Vance, his "real" fiancée, who then flaunted it and the film role Ava was meant to have. How could the man she loved be so indifferent, so actively cruel? How could her devotion be twisted into a casual deception? The public smear campaign that followed, orchestrated by Ethan and Seraphina, painted her as a desperate, unstable ex, ruining her career. She was adrift, lost, her entire identity systematically dismantled. Just as she reached her breaking point, a mysterious invitation arrived, leading her to a shocking truth that would not only reclaim her name and fortune but force Ethan to confront the devastating consequences of his betrayal./0/83932/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203309&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Bride's Masterpiece
My fiancé, Ethan, and I were planning our dream wedding in a country club brimming with lilies and privilege. Then, I saw her: Molly, the intern, visibly pregnant, looking distraught. Ethan rushed to her side, his gesture possessive, his absence a familiar sting. He returned, announcing her pregnancy was "a one-time mistake" but "she carries the child, and you don't have to go through the trouble. We'll raise the baby as ours. It's a perfect solution." His words hit me like a physical blow, a callous disregard for the miscarriage I' d just hidden, caused by his own genetic issue. Despite the humiliation and public admonishment from Ethan later, I was forced to play the part of the compliant fiancée. I watched as my life was moved to a guest room in the penthouse that was supposed to be our home, while Molly, propped up like a queen, directed movers and even demanded I cook her seafood risotto – knowing full well I knew about her shellfish allergy. My attempt to expose her resulted in Ethan violently attacking me and dragging me to the hospital to apologize. How could he be so blind? So cruel? How could he not see the manipulation, the cold calculation in her eyes? Why was I, his fiancée, being punished for their secret? But in that hospital room, a flicker of light: Molly' s O-negative blood type on her medical bracelet. Ethan' s AB-positive. A baby couldn' t inherit that combination. The child wasn't his. In that moment, something inside me shifted. The love died. The war began./0/66724/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250121105143&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in Danger
"You're cold and untouchable. Strangely enough, I've fallen for you, Isabella." Isabella froze, speechless, unable to respond to Zach's words. His dark eyes were intense yet uncertain. But Zach pressed on, "You said your middle name is danger. And you know what? I'm ready to love danger."/0/18385/coverorgin.jpg?v=849ac17092262eced46c6cfac4be6d79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Motorcycle Guardian
*COMPLETED* Hanna Greens' life takes a turn for the dark and beautiful when an infamous gang of motorcyclists named the Flame Riders take a sudden interest in her. With a disapproving mother breathing down her neck, Hanna struggles to escape the suffocating nature of her home town. But when a dangerous figure from Hanna's past returns and threatens to destroy everything and everyone she loves, Hanna will need the help of the Flame Riders, her new friends, and the mysterious outsider in her class Noah, to help save her life as she knows it from total destruction./0/86748/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212349&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bleeding White: His Betrayal, Her Rise
The charity gala was in full swing, a glittering celebration of my boyfriend Mark' s success, and the return of his high school sweetheart, Emily. I stood quietly, a shadow in a white dress, watching him hang on her every word. Then, he finally noticed me, and with a flicker of annoyance, pushed a glass of champagne into my hand, instructing me to toast Emily. I murmured that I couldn' t, as only he and I knew I was two months pregnant. He dismissed me, his friends and Emily' s condescending stare suffocating me. Trembling, I swallowed the bubbly liquid, and a sharp cramp immediately seized my abdomen. I gasped, dropping the glass, as a dark red stain spread across my white dress. Pain blinded me. Through the agony, I saw Mark. He hadn' t even glanced my way. He was carefully spoon-feeding Emily expensive caviar, laughing. "Don' t mind her," I heard him say, his voice distant and dismissive. "She' s just a pet I keep. Can' t live without me." I woke up in a cold, white hospital room. The doctor gently told me the baby was gone. My heart hollowed out. On my phone, Mark had updated his profile picture to Emily' s elegant side profile. I tried to message him, but a small, gray text appeared: You have been blocked by this user. My heart hardened. The image of him feeding Emily while I bled, his words-just a pet I keep-echoed in the silent room. This time, I didn't cry. I booked a one-way ticket to Paris, leaving in three days, and a strange calm washed over me./0/84558/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204849&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Building Love, Breaking Hearts
The studio lights were blazing, but a different kind of heat spread through me-the fizzing anticipation of finally revealing my four-year secret with Liam, my celebrated architect boyfriend. He was "ArchitectGod," I was "ChefSweetheart," and our in-game mansion, "Evermore Estate," held the truth of our love. Tonight, on the "Building Love" finale, I' d log in live and propose. Just minutes before the broadcast, I found a quiet corner backstage. My thumb hovered over the familiar game icon, a smile touching my lips. But instead of our virtual home, a sterile system notification popped up: "Your partnership with 'ArchitectGod' has been terminated. You have been removed from the shared property 'Evermore Estate.'" My mind went blank. My message to Liam, "What's going on?" was met with three chilling words: "It's over, Ava." Then, a 10,000,000 gold coin transfer. A severance package. My secret life, dismissed with meaningless game currency. The online forums exploded: "ArchitectGod just dumped ChefSweetheart!" Before I could breathe, I was ushered onto stage. The host announced Liam's "new partner"-Chloe Green, a rival designer. Liam, the man I loved, stood beside her, his face a mask of cool indifference. My blood ran cold as Chloe announced they' d been "collaborating secretly in the game for a little while now." They had stolen my life, online and off. My stomach clenched. This wasn't just a breakup; it was a public execution. I stood frozen under the hot lights, their betrayal burning into my soul. Why? How could he do this? I had to fight back./0/92067/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Invisible Girl's Parisian Escape
I spent my entire life loving Mark, the man who became my guardian after my parents died. For his return from a three-month trip, I cooked the perfect dinner, certain he would finally see me as a woman. Instead, he invited me to a celebratory dinner the next night, where he introduced me to his stunning fiancée. The celebration was for their engagement. "Isabelle, this is Clara," he said, his voice glowing with a love he had never shown me. "The one who's been like a little sister to me all these years." They spent the evening discussing their wedding plans, their shared joy a surreal torture. My years of devotion felt like a joke. He was so lost in his happiness that he never noticed my silence, the way my hope curdled into a thick, choking humiliation. I was invisible. But back in the apartment he paid for, an acceptance letter was waiting for me: a full scholarship to a design institute in Paris. When he found me packing the next day, demanding to know what was going on, I placed my key on the table. And I walked out of his life forever./0/83463/coverorgin.jpg?v=0deb77f3518c9a2620de46869416eed9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bride Who Vanished
My entire world revolved around Liam Vanderbilt, the dazzling heir to a New York dynasty, and the boy I'd loved since childhood. Despite being his family's housekeeper's daughter, I clung to the hope that our deep connection meant something more than just service. Then fate delivered a cruel blow: a devastating brain tumor diagnosis, leaving me with less than a year to live. As my life spiraled, the man I adored saw me only as an inconvenience, a "charity case" to be tolerated while he doted on his socialite fiancée, Chloe. He shrugged off my pain, letting Chloe steal the very screenplay I'd poured my soul into, turning it into her superficial "passion project." In front of New York's elite, he cruelly bestowed my deceased mother's precious heirloom locket upon Chloe, a final, public humiliation. His subsequent "romantic" proposal aboard a yacht, complete with a beautiful antique ring, seemed like a dream. But it swiftly descended into a nightmare when he presented organ donation papers, coldly suggesting I "be a hero" and give my lungs to Chloe. The man I loved and dedicated my life to was attempting to harvest my body, not out of care, but monstrous calculation. My heart shattered, reeling from the ultimate betrayal: how could anyone, let alone him, consider such a vile act? Then, a blinding flash of truth: an urgent email confirmed a catastrophic medical mix-up. There was no tumor; I was perfectly healthy. The heartbroken, dying girl vanished, replaced by a woman consumed by a vengeful clarity. They thought they had broken me, but they had just awakened the storm within./0/89877/coverorgin.jpg?v=5765e5c45c1ce8c0adf7ba02b842faab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Negotiator's Cruelest Game
My husband, Harrison Phelps, was the FBI's golden boy, the hero negotiator who never lost his cool. To the world, we were the perfect couple. Then a bank robbery went wrong. The desperate kidnapper grabbed two women as human shields: me, and Harrison's colleague, Brooke. He gave my husband a choice: save one. Through the megaphone, my husband's voice boomed, clear and decisive for the whole world to hear. "Let Brooke Shelton go! She is a national asset!" He rushed to embrace her, shielding her with his body, never once looking back at me. The kidnapper, enraged, turned his gun on me. I saw the flash before the world went black. I woke up in the hospital and the first thing I did was call a lawyer. I wanted a divorce. But he returned from retrieving our marriage certificate with a strange look on his face. "There's a problem, Mrs. Phelps," he said, sliding the document across the table. "According to official records, this was never filed. Legally, you were never married." Six years. Our home, our friends, our life-all built on a lie. It was all for her. He built a perfect, fake life with me just so he could wait for Brooke to come back./0/81273/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Faked Death, Her Real Grief
I woke up, reborn into my transactional marriage with Amelia, flooded with agonizing memories of my past life – how I, Ethan Miller, shamefully used her, flaunted an affair, and never saw her fierce, hidden love until my dying breath. This time, I vowed to right every wrong, to love her as she truly deserved. But my chance at atonement shattered when Amelia, my chillingly cold wife, threatened my parents' retirement savings. She forced my mother, Sarah, to undergo a dangerous bone marrow transplant for Julian Vance, her beloved artist, leaving me locked away, utterly helpless. After Julian's surgery, Amelia's calculated cruelty escalated into a nightmare. She flaunted Julian, mocked my every attempt at change, deliberately poisoned me, and then subjected me to brutal "re-education" – electroshock, scalding my hand with boiling water. When Julian framed me for her grandfather's injury, Amelia' s chilling rage turned into an unimaginable ordeal, culminating in her threatening my innocent parents' lives, dangling them over a dangerous precipice. How could this be the same woman who died fighting for me? The Amelia I' d come back to cherish, whose love I desperately wanted to earn, had become a terrifying stranger, a monstrous tormentor. Was she reborn too, driven by past pain, or had she simply become pure evil? As the horrifying truth of her unadulterated hatred dawned on me, and my parents' lives hung in the balance, my vow of atonement dissolved. There was only one way out, one final act of self-preservation: I had to fake my own death, vanish, and ensure Amelia believed I was gone forever./0/31839/coverorgin.jpg?v=2252472fffbaa7800f78f7249d79d7ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CEO'S PET
Tom Holland, the CEO of Shellhouse Mall is a nothing but a boring boss at work but has a secret no one knows of. His secretary, Amber Leo, is a fun-loving lady who also works as a stripper in the club during her free time. She got into trouble with him at work and signed a contract of being his slave when she was on the verge of losing her job but Amber didn’t know what she signed up for was bigger than what she expected. She got pulled into different dramas that even threatened her life while working as his slave. What happens when Tom begins to fall in love with her? Will Tom let her off the hook even after signing the contract with him? What exactly is the secret Tom is hiding?/0/20732/coverorgin.jpg?v=7de9a7721063ce2710d377c921321f93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Little Wife
Unwanted wedding, that's how their love story started. About two people who both don't like each other at first but eventually they will also love each other. But where they are happy together, there will come an unexpected problem that will separate the two of them. After many years, their path will meet again. Can the former love destroyed by time and opportunity be restored?/0/94101/coverorgin.jpg?v=b20b3f9c1ad3a2744a863a6aa20cb1c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Tomboy, Sweet Wife
Taylor Gibson is a tomboy who dresses in a male way every day. Only her parents know she is female. Claude is only 23 years old, but he has made great success in the business field. So Taylor is deeply infatuated with him and she takes him as her idol. After graduation, Taylor works very hard to gain a job in Claude's company. And she does it. She finally becomes Claude's secretary. During working hours, Claude gradually finds the Taylor is so persistent, patient, and diligent. Gradually, he likes Taylor. At first, he is so amazed about his affection for a "man". But as time goes, he finds Taylor is a sweet girl, which makes him happier. So this a story about "love will come in time"./0/80491/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193619&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Sister's Reckoning
For ten years, I quietly loved Ethan Hayes, pouring my heart into him, always hoping. My vibrant sister, Veronica, lay in a coma, a silent, fragile presence in the hospital. Then, outside her room, I heard Ethan's voice, raw with devotion. He’d marry me, not for love, but only to be closer to Veronica. I was a tool, a mere placeholder. My world, like the coffee cup in my hand, shattered. Forced to save my bankrupt family and fund Veronica’s experimental treatment, I entered a cold pact: marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful, enigmatic billionaire rumored damaged. When Veronica awoke, she relentlessly sabotaged my life—my art, my future—leaving Ethan blindly defending her every cruel act. How could the man I adored betray me so utterly, while the feared "monster" I was forced to marry showed me a startling, unexpected kindness? Was my fate to be forever shadowed, misunderstood, and discarded? Yet, as Veronica’s manipulative facade crumbled and Ethan’s desperate actions turned tragic, I uncovered Marcus Thorne’s true self: a man with a hidden past linked to mine, not broken, but fiercely protective. Could this forced marriage be my unexpected path to reclaiming my life and finding a love beyond anything I’d imagined?/0/32152/coverorgin.jpg?v=54cf714f51bd94a6e0b46e1f753c4ece&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Inexplicable Feelings
Evelyn Sawyer, Loves him; Adrian Bayford as long as she can remember. She grew up with those intense affectionate feelings for him and he didn't think about her feelings and rejected her. But no matter how broken she was, she never showed how much his rejection hurt her. Little do she know that fate had decided test her. In an unpredictable turns of event, She was forced to face something she never imagined, marrying the brother of the person who broke her heart; Lawrence Bayford. The man with a heart of gold and pure affection, A Prince Charming but with a glint of anger issues. But, will she accept Lawrence? How will he react after knowing his wife, loved none other than his own brother? What will happen now? Living in the same house as her lifetime love as his Sister-In-Law. Will her marriage work? Will she ever be able to love her husband?/0/84402/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204544&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Star Maker's Revenge
I watched the man I loved, the star I' d built from scratch, standing on a stadium stage. My heart hammered, knowing he was about to call me up, to begin our dreamed-of life together. But then he smiled, a brilliant, camera-ready smile that didn' t reach his eyes. "I' d like to welcome to the stage, my fiancée… Nicole Lawrence!" The name hit me like a physical blow as the polished pop-country princess glided out to kiss him. Later, when I confronted him with our old demo tape, he stared at me with cold, empty eyes. "I' m sorry, I don' t know you. You should probably go home." Then I heard his manager whisper: "Good job. The amnesia story is perfect. We can' t have any small-town baggage dragging you down." My blood ran cold. It wasn' t amnesia. It was a choice. I was baggage. The humiliation only escalated. Nicole publicly mocked me, then staged a fall, screaming I pushed her. Caleb rushed to her, snarling, "What the hell is wrong with you, Stella? Get her out of here! She' s poison to my career." Security guards dragged me out, dumping me on the sidewalk. Days later, Nicole broke my father' s beloved guitar, his legacy. And Caleb, seeing her theatrical tears, finished the job, stomping on the splintered wood. He blacklisted my name, starved me of work, and used his fame to have me arrested for a staged poisoning attempt. I became a pariah, selling my father' s precious mementos to survive. How could he do this? How could a lifetime of love and shared dreams be erased so easily? Was I just a forgotten memory, or something worse? Was this all part of a calculated plan, or was he truly that cruel? My world shattered, left homeless and brutally attacked in an alleyway, I lay dying. But then, a shadowy figure appeared, a hand reached down. I woke up in a sterile room, face-to-face with Wesley Hughes, "The Wanderer." He told me the truth: Caleb' s betrayal was a calculated move, and Nicole' s malice was intentional. He had proof. And more importantly, he revealed our fathers' long-lost pact. My father' s legacy, our legacy, was waiting to be reclaimed. This wasn' t the end. This was the beginning of my reckoning./0/86905/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
