Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Love's Betrayal, Revenge's Spark
I was supposed to be happy. Three years of marriage, a baby due in a month, and a husband everyone said adored me. Liam was my childhood friend, my rock, my supposed happy ending. But that illusion shattered in a hospital parking lot when I overheard Liam confess to orchestrating my mother's car accident-a murder meant to secure her heart for my dying stepsister, Chloe. He then married me to keep me out of the way, a tool in his twisted obsession. The truth was a physical blow. My mother, murdered. My proposed husband, a silent accomplice at her funeral, was just a performer in a long charade. Liam' s meticulous care for Chloe, his obsession with her "pure" style, all those signs I' d dismissed as overflow of love, screamed at me now. Then Chloe, after feigning pregnancy due to her infertility, deliberately threw herself down the stairs. Liam, convicting me on the spot, burned my hand, permanently crippling me, while my own father watched him. He funded my revenge, transferring his fortune to me as an apology. My heart was ripped apart by their betrayal. I couldn't comprehend how a man I loved could devise such a monstrous plan, making me a mere pawn in his sick game. How could I have been so blind? With unwavering resolve, I decided to fight back. I had my own secret plans, a quiet escape route, and a final, shocking gift for Liam, a macabre reminder of his crimes. He thought he had broken me, but he had only forged a weapon./1/115711/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bb3b1e758839a0d78263750b81ec974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cruel Academy - A Mafia Romance
My ex-boyfriend did awful things to me. But running from him just made it worse. Because now I'm stuck at Ravenlake Academy with the only boy in this town who might be more dangerous than my ex... And he wants to break me in half. Caleb Wilson is gorgeous. Deadly. And very, very pissed off. But I need something from Caleb. Something only he can give me. So now, I'm at the mercy of a boy who's sworn to ruin me. I have one semester to change his mind./0/84564/coverorgin.jpg?v=82b6195fbaddab44c79d44d209253e71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Fiancée, My Secret Fiancé
For five years, I poured my life into Apex Holdings, into Mr. Harrison, my mentor, my confidant, the man everyone assumed I' d marry. I walked into the company meeting expecting a promotion, maybe even a proposal, only to watch my world shatter as he beamed, announcing his engagement to a doe-eyed intern half my age. The room applauded, their polite smiles hiding victorious smirks, and the intern, Bethany, held up her massive diamond, looking at me with triumphant pity. Humiliated, I announced my own whirlwind marriage, but my supposed husband was a stranger, hired on the spot. He refused my resignation, sabotaged my projects, and when I finally forced him to sign, his new fiancée, Bethany, deliberately opened my parrot' s cage, and Mr. Harrison, in a fit of rage, kicked my beloved Sky, the last gift from him. He accused me of faking my pain, while everyone whispered about my jealousy, leaving me isolated, just like after my parents died, leaving me to question if my five years of loyalty meant nothing. Desperate for a clean break, I accepted a marriage proposal from Mr. Davies' s son, a man I hadn' t seen since childhood, hoping this drastic step would finally erase Mr. Harrison from my life./0/81644/coverorgin.jpg?v=41245a050e311932ff97b3c418f6f8fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Thought He Broke
My life with Ethan, my architect husband, seemed perfect, a harmonious blend of shared dreams and urban aspirations. But that illusion shattered one terrifying weekend when I suffered a life-threatening allergic reaction, struggling to breathe as I collapsed before his eyes. Instead of rushing my EpiPen, Ethan prioritized a "crisis" orchestrated by Chloe Sanders, his scheming intern, leaving me to suffocate while he secured her coveted project files. I woke up alone in a sterile hospital room, realizing the devastating depth of his betrayal, only to then discover I was pregnant with his child. His ongoing public neglect and Chloe' s brazen flaunting of my stolen family heirloom cemented the horrifying truth: they thought they had succeeded in making me disappear, dismissed as merely an accessory. But they were gravely mistaken; driven by a cold fury and the silent beat of a new life within me, I, Ava Thompson, was about to unleash a meticulously planned reckoning upon them both./0/53417/coverorgin.jpg?v=f10886cb099aa94ecc55ab126f2a65b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire Baby Daddy and I
When a marriage is the only option left for Alexandro Rodrigo to gain custody of his son, he presents a deal to Aurora Dobre; a broke writer trying to keep a roof over her head in the large city of New York, with one important rule, she disappears after 2 years. But things take a unique turn when the years draw closer, and too much has already gone on for either of them to leave. However a threat to her life and that of the people that she holds close to her heart, forces Aurora to make a choice./0/38168/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e6a030a6e5740a17da198ddaf97f126&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bitter Love with Mr. CEO
A dispute sent her into prison and she was pregnant at the time. Six years later, she lived poorly with two children, while he was the highest-ranking president of Gu Group. He said that she loved money more than life, and she was just a skinny ugly girl whom he had no interest in at all. But when she was about to marry someone else, the man, who claimed that he was not interested in her, said, "Woman, I advise you to behave yourself. I won’t let you marry others."/0/22270/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3f2d63ac87fc606ea4fe8660009d962&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prostitute
Angela currently plunges into poverty that forces her to went into prostitution where she sells her body to keep her two younger siblings alive, paying their school fees and put food on their table at least twice a day. Despite experiencing the whip of life, she didn't lose hope. She believes one day she will be freed from prostitution, she will feel loved, respected and cared for. She still believes there's someone who will come to hold her hand and help her to get out of the mud. And the person who's going to save her is her childhood friend who went abroad to study way back seven years ago. What if her childhood friend came back all of the sudden? Is she will going to reveal her secret as a prostitute just to make her save by him? Or hide it just to make her man stay in her life? Is it possible for a prostitute like her to have a happy ever after to a knight shimmering shining armor like in books and fairytales? Let's find out in The Prostitute./0/86511/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e4f924ae11c2347e31fb3c3af3fe7ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Pain, His Ultimate Regret
My team lead looked at my termination letter, unable to meet my eyes. He said it came from the top, nothing he could do. I was the scapegoat for a supposed error, fired from the company because Chloe Davis, Nathan Hayes' s high school sweetheart and co-founder, was back. Suddenly, I saw Nathan get out of his car, holding the door for Chloe with a tenderness he hadn't shown me in ages. Our eyes met, a flicker of something in his expression before it was gone, and he walked right past me without a word, leaving a sharp pain in my chest. I hailed a cab and went to his penthouse, the place I called home, for now. I cooked his favorite meal, sent him a picture, and waited, but he never replied. Days passed. Nathan didn't contact me. I'd been to the hospital three times, my doctor pressing for treatment options, but I kept them hidden. He finally came home, his tension easing when I told him I just had a cold. He pulled my hand to his face, a familiar, intimate gesture, reminding me how easily I mistook habit for affection. After a night of desperate passion, he whispered, "Ava, you're not mad I fired you, are you?" I wasn't. Three years ago, he paid off my mother's gambling debts, turning me into his "kept woman." I was dutiful, obedient, supportive, asking for nothing. He called me his "beautiful bird in a golden cage," the one who could never leave him. Then, Chloe's best friend, Brenda Smith, confronted me, throwing my desperate texts to Nathan in my face. "You're a pathetic homewrecker," she sneered, slapping me hard across the cheek. I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Nathan came back, but his main concern was Chloe's reputation. "Ava, Chloe is different from you to me," he said, touching my bruised cheek. "Just be good, okay?" The pain was suffocating. I didn't understand how he could be so cruelly indifferent. I closed my eyes, and a single tear escaped. He didn't wipe it away. Our three years together meant nothing. It was all a ghost compared to his "white knight." "Let's break up, Nathan." His jaw tightened. "Ava, break up? Haven't you forgotten our agreement? Unless one of us dies, I am the one who decides when we part ways." I finally understood. To be free, I had to die for him to let me go./0/32977/coverorgin.jpg?v=5101c661539f62d47cb4396e3b0ba8e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Endless Desire
"Okay, I'm done with this!" Carl said with anger "Who do you think you are? Some kind of Aphrodite? Why would I want to impress a witch like you? Look, you might be pretty on the outside but you're hideous on the inside." He went very close to her face, staring deep into her eyes "you ain't shit!! And get that into your head that the world doesn't revolve around you." Anne raised her hand to slap Carl but he was quick enough to hold her hand just before it could land on his cheeks. "not today" he whispered as he let go of her and left with rage. ..................... "Carl, do you still love me?" Anne seriously asked Carl but he kept quiet. He didn't want to answer her question. Anne moved closer to Carl and clutch the collar of his shirt with both hands. "Do you still love me? ANSWER ME!!" Anne demanded. ... Carl swiftly grabbed Anne and pinned her back to the wall. With his hands firmly on her shoulders, his eyes were fixed on her silver eyes with so much desire and determination. He couldn't help but lock lips with her and kiss her passionately.... *** Endless Desire is a romantic story that tells the tale of a beautiful and hot-headed girl, Anne, and a filthy rich, sexy, charming man, Carl. They're both lovers with insecurities but their love and desire for each other remain endless./0/36546/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddda16648339144c09daac2115f113df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. McKenzie’s Aloof wife
Adriana Yale was arranged to marry the eldest son of the McKenzie’s even when she was obsessed with the boy that saved her from bullies in her childhood. Adriana who has restrained herself from the worldly life, however decided to party with her best friend Alicia Walton and classmates at the Walton Mansion. ‘Since I can’t marry my benefactor, I’d better have some fun or be miserable in my whole life’ Adriana had said. Meanwhile she was raped by a strange man in a dark room thereby changing her fate. Continue to read to find out more about Adriana Yale./0/81320/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c34df8c49676957d2f9302657d6ea50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married By Chance, Loved By Choice
My godmother Eleanor, ever the matchmaker, sat across from me with a stack of glossy portfolios, ready to choose my future wife. But a cold dread washed over me, sharper than any D.C. winter. I remembered it all: Veronica, "Ronnie" Sterling, my ex-wife, handing me divorce papers with a chilling smile. "I never loved you," she'd said, after ten years of marriage, revealing her secret second family in Napa. Then came the blinding headlights, the deliberate act that ended my life, leaving me betrayed and alone in a dark alley. That was my past, a lifetime of humiliation culminating in my death. And now, I was back. Back to this exact moment, facing the same conversation that had once damned me. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake. My judgment had proven tragically poor, I admitted, forcing a bitter smile. Instead of carefully curated choices, I demanded a blind draw, a lottery with names in a hat. Three times I reached in, three times I pulled the same slip: "Captain Maya Ramirez." Despite Eleanor's protests about Maya's "unconventional" choice and "career-ending" injury, I knew this was fate. This was my second chance, a new beginning, a destiny I was determined to embrace./0/71911/coverorgin.jpg?v=80db8480668ef5ecf5856f2623afcbdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Nightstand With My Boyfriend's Twin
*Blurb : I slept with my boyfriend's twin brother- a mafia don. One wild, drunk night, I gave in to him at his family's masquerade ball, only to discover too late that the man who held me was not Nikolai, my loving boyfriend. It was his twin, Kieran Petrov, the feared Don of the NY Mafia. A cruel man with blood on his hands. Now, I hold a devastating secret. I'm pregnant, and I have no clue which brother is the father. So when I decide to come clean to Nikolai and get closure before I leave the city, I find out a grave secret. Nikolai had been cheating with my best friend for years. So I run away, leaving it all behind and going into hiding. However, the Petrov family has enemies- foes that want the only heir of the family dead. But Kieran tracks me down. He brings me back and presents me with a deal I can't refuse. Marry him and receive protection or stay where I am and die. I should hate him- in fact I do. He had known I was his brother's girlfriend and he still went ahead to make love to me. But I have no choice- I sign the contract and become Kieran's contract wife. It's just for protection...nothing else. At least that's what I think./0/94298/coverorgin.jpg?v=d51bcbfb8e028d9b17ef82095ae5dced&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eighty-Eight Betrayals, One Escape
My fiancé stood me up for the 88th time, leaving me at the courthouse to rush to his adopted sister' s side. I went home and overheard their twisted plan: they wanted me to get sterilized so I could raise their secret love child. When his sister later tried to poison me, he screamed at me to apologize. He even locked me in the basement, knowing my severe claustrophobia, to punish me for "upsetting her." The man I loved was a monster, and I had been his fool. After he left on a business trip, I packed my bags, accepted a dream job across the country, and sent him one last text. "We are over."/0/84889/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a439fe9d66c36e14c12eedb19d8723&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Making: A Family
The familiar scent of my Aunt Carol' s pot roast once symbolized family, now it was the smell of my personal hell. My fiancé, Michael, sat beside me, urging me to eat, while my cousin Bethany feigned illness, subtly pressuring me to give up my Star-Tech internship for her. In my first life, I capitulated, sacrificing my hard-earned opportunity because Bethany "wanted" it, swayed by her theatrics and my family' s relentless pressure. That decision was the beginning of the end, leading to a life of quiet desperation, watching my dreams handed to my manipulative cousin while I was praised for my "understanding." It ended in a hospital bed, alone, broken, and dying, while Michael and Bethany planned their wedding. The cold, sterile memory of that flatlining heart monitor brought a wave of blinding nausea. But this time, it was different. This wasn' t a memory; it was a horrifying replay. "Actually," I stated, pulling my hand from Michael' s, my voice clear and steady as a bell, shocking everyone at the table, "I won' t be giving up the internship." A stunned silence fell, Bethany' s feigned sympathy replaced by immediate tears, Michael' s concern for her. My aunt snapped, calling me selfish, Bethany fragile. I pushed back my chair, declaring my decision was final, and walked out, leaving my untouched plate. This wasn' t a negotiation; it was a declaration of independence. The life they had planned for me was officially canceled. I sold my mother's jewelry, deleted Michael's texts, and applied to a university thousands of miles away. It was my second chance, a new beginning, and this time, I wouldn' t be a victim./0/50822/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f4ba4438ccdfee862335febad3ffc66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband From Novel
This is the story of Swati, who dies in a car accident. But now when she opens her eyes, she finds herself inside a novel she was reading online at the time. But she doesn't want to be like the female lead and tries to avoid her stepmother, sister and the boy And during this time he meets Shivam Malik, who is the CEO of Empire in Mumbai. So what will decide the fate of this journey of this meeting of these two? What will be the meeting of Shivam and Tanya, their story of the same destination?/1/102085/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbae75416b0abe6ffed7094ff776115c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Divorce to Forever
This was the ninth time I had discovered women's clothing in my husband Carl Wade's storage cabinet that didn't belong to me. Each time, he brushed it off with excuses like "holding it for a colleague" or "a friend's prank," then hugged me tenderly and apologized. This time, what I found was a set of baby clothes. He still smiled and explained, "A new intern at the company is struggling financially. I'm just helping her out." I nodded and gently straightened his tie. "You're always so kind," I said. "Then let's go help her together right now." The smile on his face froze. Before he could come up with a new lie, I had already pulled him out the door and headed straight to the apartment across the hall. I knocked on the neighbor's door. The door opened, and our beautiful neighbor who had recently moved in and claimed to be single stood there holding a crying baby. She wore the exact same style of dress that had appeared in my husband's storage cabinet before. I smiled and looked at my husband's ashen face. "Honey, look how wonderful fate is. The intern you mentioned from the company turns out to live right across from us."/0/86836/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc9d35e33cfa2000517c04957c7d8bfa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe's Lie, Ethan's Escape
My life was a carefully constructed facade, built on obligation and unrequited promises. I was about to abandon it all for a new identity when I saw the photo: my fiancée, Chloe, beaming on a sun-drenched beach, wrapped in the arms of Leo Sterling, her childhood sweetheart. The date stamp was from the very afternoon she' d claimed a "spa day" with friends. Her engagement ring, the one I' d worked double shifts for a year to buy, was conspicuously absent in another photo of them clinking champagne glasses. Not pain, but a chilling clarity settled in. It wasn't just the cheating; it was the casual, smiling deception. I thought back to her father, Mr. Davis, who' d sponsored my medical school and, on his deathbed, made me promise to care for her. That promise had morphed into a relationship, then an engagement-a life bound by duty, not love. I' d paid off her six-figure debt, bought her apartment, and endured her every whim, while she kept old photos of Leo in a box under her bed and ignored my near-fatal allergy to asparagus. Now, he was back, openly claiming her, and she was betraying me with a smile. Disgusted, not angry, I made a decision. Africa was no longer an escape; it was a destination. I would give them each other, and I would take my freedom back./1/115712/coverorgin.jpg?v=18e7a28ec274404c6d9a3106cc79def0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cruel Elite - A Mafia Romance
Two years ago, Noah Boone broke my heart. This semester, he's coming to break the rest of me. Noah Boone is a cruel, gorgeous beast. He's got a head full of darkness... And a heart dead-set on revenge. For two years, we've lived by a single rule. Pretend the past never happened. But with one semester left at Ravenlake Academy, that truce has come to a sudden end. Our secrets are coming to light. The twisted sins that bind us together. I'm left with an impossible choice: Submit to the bully who ruined my world... Or watch in fear as he ruins what's left./0/87485/coverorgin.jpg?v=af14b93a878b039ca88f949b218f1868&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Deception, Her Redemption
The silence in our house was heavy, broken only by the sound of my husband' s brother being lowered into the ground. A month later, the silence was replaced by something worse. My brother-in-law' s widow, Falon, was pregnant, and my husband, Cyrus, decided she was moving in with us. "It' s for the baby, Kelsey," he said, his voice flat. He didn't look at me. He was looking at Falon, who stood by the door with her single suitcase, looking pale and fragile. "She needs support. It' s my brother' s child." I watched as Falon slowly, subtly, began to take over my life. She' d wait outside the bathroom with a fresh towel for Cyrus, claiming it was habit. She' d knock on our bedroom door late at night, feigning nightmares, pulling Cyrus away for hours of "comfort." The breaking point came when I heard Cyrus massaging her swollen feet, just as her late husband used to. I dropped the knife I was holding. It clattered against the counter. I wanted to hear Cyrus say no. I wanted him to tell her that was inappropriate, that I was his wife. Instead, I heard his low, soothing voice. "Of course, Falon. Just put them up here." I had given up everything for him, becoming a "pick-me" girl, constantly seeking his approval. Now, watching him cater to her every whim, I realized I didn't even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. That night, I called my father. "Dad," I said, my voice shaking. "I want a divorce."/0/81645/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5a8879578e9391d866b1a9d1122edf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
