Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Royal Maid
Back in the 18th century, a series of wars created havoc in the hearts of different kingdoms. Susan, a young shy brunette was brought into a different kingdom as a maid after a brutal war between her kingdom and the kingdom of Dunab. Captured by the king's men along with other young girls, Susan was subjected into total slavery and placed to work for the royal household. Losing her family to the war, Susan, torn apart by the reality had no other choice but to surrender to this new life of slavery for the rest of her life. New to the kingdom, Susan, sent on an errand by the Queen to a neighboring kingdom, lost her way deep in the woods only for her to cross paths with Prince Alexander, the ravishing handsome prince of Dunab during his daily hunting. It was love at first sight for the both. Susan never knew that Alexander was the prince of the kingdom she served, neither did Alexander have any idea who Susan was. But everything changed during their second encounter during a royal party of Prince Alexander's engagement with Princess Genevieve of Ruhan, a neighboring kingdom. Alexander found himself falling deeply in love with Susan, and no matter how they both tried to stay apart from each other, a force always seemed to pull them together. Will they be able to change the hands of fate? And what happens when their love becomes a path of destruction for Susan./0/80033/coverorgin.jpg?v=01133db668cc4527221f648ed1551cf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Waking Up to Her True Face
Ethan Miller, a Seattle software architect, woke in a cold sweat, his heart hammering. His wife, Olivia, slept peacefully beside him, unaware. The calendar showed it was ten years earlier, their first year of marriage, but he’d just lived through a terrifying premonition: Olivia, supposedly dead for two years, reappeared in an Alaskan lodge with another man, Liam, confessed a harrowing regret, then died again. The dream's raw pain and phantom ache of betrayal clung to him, chilling his once-normal mornings. Soon, the nightmare began to bleed into his present. Olivia's late nights grew more frequent, her phone calls hushed. He caught glimpses of a new, unfamiliar perfume. Then, the undeniable truth: witnessing her outside an upscale restaurant, laughing intimately with a young man, Liam Vance, his heart-stoppingly familiar face mirroring the one in his dream. A small park rendezvous sealed it—a public, passionate kiss, Liam’s smug gaze, Olivia captivated. The illusion of his loving wife shattered with sickening finality. But the worst was yet to come. Hiding in plain sight, Ethan overheard Olivia giddily discussing Liam, dismissing him as "boring," and chillingly, casually discussing his life insurance policy. "Enough to start fresh, really fresh." His blood ran cold. The woman he had adored, trusted implicitly, was gone, replaced by a calculating stranger. All he felt was a profound, wrenching injustice, a searing bewilderment. He was a fool. But Olivia’s contempt and calculated cruelty would not go unpunished. No longer a naive, trusting fool, Ethan, armed with this terrifying future knowledge, made a quiet, chilling decision. He picked up his phone, his fingers trembling, and called his shrewd Aunt Carol in London. It was time to orchestrate his own disappearance, to rewrite his destiny./0/82536/coverorgin.jpg?v=92764b6aa9f3dd16da8bc35dc4c00bd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Shattered Her Love, She Forged An Empire
Ava Thompson, a Manhattan heiress, was poised for a pragmatic marriage to Ethan Sterling, uniting two powerful dynasties. She'd always overlooked his indiscretions, prioritizing their monumental merger. But after discovering his mistress, Lindsey, was pregnant, Ethan' s true nature surfaced. In a private suite, he chillingly pressed a glass shard to Ava' s stomach, demanding she accept his illegitimate child as her own. Shaken, Ava endured further degradation: Lindsey flaunting herself in Ava' s penthouse, her childhood mementos "donated," and overhearing Ethan dismiss her as an "unexciting business arrangement." He then had Ava physically removed from her own home. The man she' d known forever reduced her to a transaction, violently threatening her, stripping her of dignity. The bruise on her temple was nothing compared to the cold, shattering truth: every ounce of love she felt for him was annihilated. No longer clinging to a broken past, Ava instantly pivoted. She called Noah Vanderbilt, her tech billionaire rival, for a ruthless new business proposal and a strategic, lightning-fast wedding. On the day of her ex-fiancé's dramatic plea, Ava walked down the aisle to a man who truly respected her, leaving Ethan with agonizing, self-inflicted loss./0/85039/coverorgin.jpg?v=695df8c8e2a9cd62a6bd249a48d6b356&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal That Broke Us
My life with Julian was a decade-long fairytale, a testament to building an empire from nothing. He was the charismatic face, I was the quiet strategist; together, we were Thorne Industries, a force to be reckoned with. Then, a call from a school nurse shattered it all. "Is this Mrs. Thorne?" she asked, her voice rushed. I corrected her, a polite smile on my face. "It's Ms. Vance, actually. Is everything okay with Ethan?" "Ethan? No, ma'am. This is about your son, Leo Thorne." Leo Thorne. A name I didn't recognize, a son I didn't have. My world tilted. The nurse was calling for Julian's legal wife, Chloe-a woman I knew as his executive assistant, a woman whose eyes always lingered on him a little too long. Chloe, his wife, and mother to his son, Leo. The word "wife" echoed in my silent office, a brutal, horrifying truth. Every late night he supposedly worked, every solo business trip, twisted into a grotesque betrayal. Before I could even process this seismic shift, a sharp cramp seized me, followed by another. Blood. Our baby. Julian's betrayal was killing our child. When I woke up, the baby was gone. Julian, playing the grieving husband, told me it was my fault, "the stress." He acted the part, even as he tried to frame my miscarriage for his mistress and their son, a son he' d had for years, a whole life hidden from me. Then, Liam Sterling, my competitor and old college friend, sent an envelope. Inside were photos: Julian, Chloe, and two children, Leo and a girl I didn't know, a picture of a perfect family. And a text from Chloe: "Heard about the baby. Too bad. Some wombs just aren't meant to hold on." My fury, cold and clear, solidified into a single, diamond-hard resolve. They would pay. Julian, the monster, and Chloe, who had just admitted something far worse: she was the drunk driver who killed my mother four years ago, and Julian had covered it up. He thought I was weak. He thought I wouldn't fight. He was wrong. My voice recorder, hidden beneath my pillow, captured his monstrous plan: "Once Elara's baby is born, we'll tell her it died. Then we'll register the baby as ours." He was going to steal my child. The rage was a firestorm. I called Liam Sterling. "I want to destroy Julian Thorne. I want him to lose everything. And I want her in jail for the rest of her life." The game was on./0/97554/coverorgin.jpg?v=b056bc67fd74c69f3ee54e3df8e451d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Saw Her, Not His Wife
My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me. But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pure joy. He saw her instantly. Later that night, I was mistakenly arrested. I screamed his name for help. He looked right at me and told the police, "I don't know her." He left me to rot in a French jail cell, claiming he didn't recognize me without my "uniform." But how could he see her in a gold dress, yet not his own wife being dragged away? It wasn't his illness; it was his heart. It had learned her face, but never bothered with mine. Now, years later, he' s had me arrested again at my own art show. But as the cuffs click shut, an old fire captain steps forward. "I was at the wildfire that caused his condition," he tells the police, looking at Harrison. "And I know the girl who saved his life." Then, he points directly at me-at the star-shaped scar on my wrist./0/78938/coverorgin.jpg?v=ece9806e114c017484001fee2c1bbec1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Heiress
Elena, as a young girl, was the only survivor of a yacht explosion she and her parents used for a family vacation. She ran from the trauma and relocated to another city, finding comfort in art and honing her artistic skills in the most prestigious art gallery in that city. A perfect career, as an Executive Art Director, but despite all these, her past still haunted her like never before. Then she met Alexander Drake, the son of a billionaire and billionaire himself, whom she fell in love with. But along the line in their love escapades, she discovered that his family was responsible for the death of her parents and the downfall of her family's business legacy./0/24498/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a68a295e6b8767a82e9d6d2c60bfe0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Saved by the Billionaire
Pregnant at eighteen, alone and homeless. Jakobia is hopeless. Her ex accused her of cheating and refused to accept his paternity, her mother kicked her out, and she's been forced to move constantly, to find a stable place to live. Fate brings her face to face with Billionaire Uvaldo Dakoda who wants her to feel nothing but safe and protected from this cruel world. Can she live with a man as sweet as Uvaldo and not fall for him? How can you live with a man as sweet as Uvaldo and not fall for him? Will Uvaldo fall for the teen who he rescues from the street or will remain just her savior?/0/85352/coverorgin.jpg?v=084101ffbf4058a0921a263ad10d5c73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Faked His Own Death
The sterile white walls of the hospital room were my first sight, a blinding canvas reflecting the nothingness inside me. Just days ago, I was Scarlett, a nurse, a wife; now, I was a widow, grieving the hero firefighter who died saving me from our burning home. My childhood friend, Liam, found me after my desperate attempt to escape the crushing silence left behind, dragging me back to a life I didn't want. As I struggled for water, voices drifted from the hall-Mark, my husband' s colleague, and then him. "You're a lucky bastard," Mark chuckled. "A hero's funeral, the whole nine yards." "It was a lot of work," came the casual reply. "Had to make sure the dental records were switched, get the right uniform on the dummy. The gas line explosion covered the rest." It was Ryan. My dead husband. Alive. My breath hitched as I heard him dismiss my suicide attempt as "unfortunate" before explaining his elaborately faked death: it was all to leave me for Ava, his brother's widow. The man I died for, the hero I mourned, was a liar, a coward, who hadn't saved me from a fire but thrown me into one. My love curdled into scorching betrayal. He didn't just abandon me; he erased me, making my deep grief seem like a pathetic joke. In the shattering silence, as Liam, with his kind, honest eyes, rushed to my side, a wild, desperate idea ignited in the ruins of my heart. "Liam," I rasped, "do you remember what you asked me, a long time ago, under the old oak tree by the lake?" "Is the offer still on the table?" I asked, looking directly at the man who had always been my anchor. This wasn't about love. It was about pure, unadulterated defiance. This was about proving that the old Scarlett was dead, but a new, unbreakable woman had risen from the ashes he left behind. I would not be his victim. I would live, and I would erase every last trace of Ryan Miller from my life./0/44522/coverorgin.jpg?v=d80933f9ebd7b30420bff03f92992a35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Sir, you are my destined sweetheart!
People who disappeared seven years ago are back in Olivia Harrison's life. She doesn't know how many steps she has to take before she can stand shoulder to shoulder with Matthew Harrison. One day, she finally realized that he did not love her, but he did not know how to forgive the past. Later, when Olivia asked Matthew why he had taken the auxiliary police training. Matthew looked at her seriously and said, "I have been very afraid ever since. If you're in danger again, I can't protect you."/0/83475/coverorgin.jpg?v=72ef957d46391e085386339ea79f743a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, Her Revolution
I gave him seven years. Seven years of unwavering support, sacrificing my Georgetown scholarship and a promising career to stand by Carter's side. But at Thanksgiving dinner, while his mother gifted his "friend" Sofia a vintage Chanel bag, my reward was a $20 Starbucks gift card. Then, Sofia moved in, and Carter gave her our master bedroom, relegating me to a cramped guest room. My shock turned to horror when Sofia, fully aware of my life-threatening nut allergy, served me pesto pasta, and Carter forced me to eat it. As I gasped for air, he sneered, "Drama, all for attention." He defended her, even after she gleefully destroyed my deceased grandmother's locket. He then accused me of being violent and crazy, kicking me out of my own home. How could the man I loved for seven years betray me so shamelessly, side with a clear manipulator, and dismiss my suffering as an act? Was I truly just a placeholder, a temporary distraction until his "true love" returned from Europe? The pain wasn't just heartbreak; it was a profound injustice. I wouldn't just disappear. Armed with clarity and a quiet fury, I walked away, not to mourn, but to reclaim the ambitious woman he tried to erase. And when he inevitably came crawling back, offering millions to buy my forgiveness, he'd learn that some things, once broken, can never be bought back./0/67362/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c073386463f849715b9bf6134ea58d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage Bargain
In a union of benefit,Ronald Hoffman weds Emily Adair to secure his family's inheritance but under the guise of their arranged marriage , Ronald and Emily harboured secrects His hidden past and she, an unyielding taste for power. As they tackle the treacherous terrain of family opposition and their own desires, they must face the darkness of their own motivation . Will their marriage of benefit become alove match?/0/83788/coverorgin.jpg?v=bdca93f23384aad896efd8db5399d0e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Dutiful Wife, His Undeniable Love
The familiar scent of Texas dust welcomed me home after weeks on a sold-out tour, but my mother's strained smile hinted at trouble. Over chicken-fried steak, she dropped a bombshell: an arranged marriage. Not in some period drama, but right here in the 21st century, between me, Ava Monroe, a musician building her own destiny, and Liam Sterling, the grandson of a man my father saved. It was a life-debt, a "gentleman's agreement" from before I was born, now pushed forward by a dying patriarch. I was blindsided, reeling from the archaic notion. This wasn't some fantasy; it was a contract, turning my life into a political maneuver for family honor. The agreement had a cruel twist: it only stood if I wasn't "seriously involved" with anyone. My single status, a consequence of artistic devotion, suddenly trapped me. They rushed the wedding, leaving me married to a handsome stranger who was meticulous, practical, and almost unsettlingly stoic. He treated me with perfect respect, yet his emotional distance left me feeling like a beautiful, but hollow, exhibit in his immaculate penthouse. Then came Victoria. Liam' s long-time, sophisticated pursuer, who saw me as an obstacle and made it clear I was an unwanted intrusion. A seed of raw jealousy took root, twisting my stomach. Was I just fulfilling a duty? Was he secretly longing for someone from his own world, someone who understood his life without constant explanation? Did he even want me, or was I just the inconvenient fulfillment of an ancient pact? I ran. But as I stood on the edge of a bridge, terrified before a charity bungee jump for all the world to see, facing a very real fear, a single thought consumed me. I desperately wished for Liam. And he appeared. He found me, just when I needed him most, pulling me into a fierce, possessive kiss. "I was jealous," he growled. That simple, honest confession shattered every barrier. He chose me. He always chose me. Amidst the chaos of my public life, my arranged marriage was finally becoming a love story, a destiny I was ready to embrace./0/85196/coverorgin.jpg?v=3280f8b0835a2c001bcf592573c9ba03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Wife's Revenge
"I' m sorry, Ms. Davies, but there seems to be a problem." The government clerk's words hit me like a physical blow. Liam and I were so excited, registering our baby' s birth early, making it all feel real. Then she said it: "Mr. Liam O' Connell is already married. His marriage to a Ms. Sienna Reed was registered six months ago." My world shattered. Married? To someone else? My cherished marriage certificate was a fake. The man who' d told me he' d searched for me every day during my year-long amnesia, the man who swore he only waited for me, had found a replacement. He had looked me in the eye and lied. Returning home, I found her clothes in his closet, her bracelet in his jewelry box. Then, I heard his voice, soft and intimate on the phone, telling 'her' I suspected nothing. "She' s just… a substitute. A shadow. She looks like you, that' s all." A wave of nausea washed over me, mixing with the sharp pain of my pregnancy apps notifications. He said he was off to a crisis in Chicago, but I drove to the luxury condo he' d once mentioned. There, I watched him kiss Sienna, a deep, passionate embrace he hadn't given me in months. This wasn't just cheating; this was a deliberate, long-term deception orchestrated for my family's money. All the while, my baby, our baby, was growing inside me, tainted by his lies. The man I loved saw me as nothing but a means to an end. My heart breaking, I was left to wonder: how could I have been so blind? What kind of monster had I loved?/0/87699/coverorgin.jpg?v=76207fc5a8b488c0c0838729e4f267b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twice To The Altar.
Amelia Dinkins annulled her own wedding at the altar after discovering the affair between her fiancée and best friend only to end up in a one night stand giving her virginity to one of the party guests Drake Harris a widower who was amused by her bravery during the day. Drake Harris had vowed never to love any other woman after the brutal murder of his wife, unfortunately Amelia got pregnant and his parent found out, so to secure his heritage from his family as the first son he had to marry her, they both agreed on staying out of each other`s lane while they co parent, after the wedding, a lot of secrets came to light when Amelia discovered Annabelle Drake`s late wife`s secret diary. Will they be able to fall for each other while co parenting? Will the Mystery behind Annabelle`s death be solved? *** Epilogue "You are getting into a sham marriage again, I guess God really thinks highly of you", Drake said sarcastically. "So does he of you loser!" Amelia responded amidst tears./0/20744/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffe89ecd9132d48571d009719e7c0708&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught Between Two Billionaires
I came to my dream city to fulfill my long dream, while making tangible earnings to cater to my poor family's needs but things crashed for me when I met just this one man- the infamous Charles Donald. He became a thorn in my flesh, seeking revenge on me for stamping on his ego. But what could be more soothing during my hard times when I met the one man I had crushed about all my life and dreamt of spending the rest of my life with? I've seen Davis as my prince charming and imagined myself to be his Cinderella always. I wasn't expecting to meet him In the big city of New York. But our reunion wasn't all great when the grumpy Charles wouldn't let me be after I was done paying him my debt. I find myself caught up between two different men and never expected to have my heart crushed by one when I got to know about a wrenching truth./0/18554/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4face380db273332caf3dd741c7d0d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ardent Love: An Avenging Angel
Yolande was framed by her younger sister and forced to endure the shameful accusation of infidelity. From that day forward, her husband treated her with cold contempt. For three long years, she lived in hell. As she looked at the man in front of her, she felt her life couldn't go on like this anymore. Though she loved him, she filed for divorce. After that, she came back as an avenging angel to take her revenge, to make those who had pushed her into deepest depression taste a pain as bitter as hers had been!/0/26063/coverorgin.jpg?v=51cc11365ef9fe8d259ed6b8a0f8eceb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Wedding Planner
Amelia Theodore is just an ordinary girl, the kind that people say is not very good-looking. The plus-size girl, this nickname has been with her since she was a child. But such a girl has a beautiful and eye-catching good friend. Such a girl also met the school bad boy, the bully who swept the whole school, Ares. What Amelia didn't expect was that the bully was still haunted after she graduated. What she didn't even expect was that she would plan a wedding for her enemy! But everything seems to be under Ares' control. . ./0/96929/coverorgin.jpg?v=27768d4adec894fee28c2ddb1b4a8e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifty Dollar Bet, Million Dollar Revenge
For fifty dollars, I sold a piece of my dignity to the school's golden boy. I was eighteen, starving, and desperate enough to take his bet. That single photo destroyed my life. I became "Fifty-Dollar Ella," the school slut, haunted by whispers and scorn. My stepmother and stepsister reveled in my public humiliation, ensuring my life was a living hell. I spent the next decade clawing my way to the top of Wall Street, but I died alone, filled with the bitter regret of a stolen youth. Until the end, I never understood why they all hated me so much. Then, I opened my eyes. I was eighteen again, back in that classroom, moments before the bet that ruined me. A shadow fell over my desk. It was him. "Meet me after school," Javier Mack whispered, a smug look on his face. But this time, the scared, hungry girl was gone. In her place was a shark. And I was ready to play./0/85822/coverorgin.jpg?v=45cb87c30cc4972b78da912bed0db2d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
