Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/0/57326/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a61cfcbabb4caadaed01ee0abd06f06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend : He's the one I have
Blurb; “ Let's break up, Miranda. ” His words were likened to fiery knives, piercing through her already wounded heart. “ No, Joseph. Please don't say this. I — ” Her words became cut up in her throat, seeing the look in his eyes. For a moment, she couldn't recognize the guy in front of her. Where was her caring and compassionate best friend, who never ceased to dote endlessly on her? “ Okay. ” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat. She didn't miss the relief in his eyes. “ Goodbye, Miranda. ” He stared at her one more time, taking several steps backwards until he was out of her sight. Miranda broke down in tears when he was out of her sight, she found it completely difficult to believe what had just happened. “ When did we get here? ” she wondered as the pain in her heart intensified. …. Miranda and Joseph had been best friends since forever until Joseph fell in love with the Queen Bee. Their relationship deteriorated as a result. Despite how devastated she was by the news, Mira still felt happy for him, until she accidentally found out about the evil scheme the Queen Bee had against him. In the end, she became torn between taking a risk on their friendship by telling him about it, or keeping quiet and watching him get ruined. What will she do? Read this book to find out./0/83282/coverorgin.jpg?v=216b4850e7570b99bf835f2edadf9fd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dying Wedding Planner
Ash Miller, a celebrated wedding planner, wove magic for countless couples, but her own dream-a meticulously crafted vintage garden wedding with Ethan-remained just a plan after seven years. Unbeknownst to him, this unfulfilled dream was cloaked in a far more chilling reality: a secret, advanced breast cancer diagnosis, gnawing at her life and her hope. Then, at the very New England estate she'd chosen for her vows, Ash witnessed a scene that stopped her heart: Ethan, her Ethan, standing under their sacred oak, reciting vows not to her, but to a radiant Chloe, clad in white. He brushed off Ash's stunned presence with a casual wave, then shockingly handed over her entire five-year wedding design-every detail, every flower, every cherished vintage touch-to Chloe, dismissing it as "just a client." As Ash, heartbroken and physically ailing, watched her stolen dream unfold, the final, brutal blow landed: a sparkling Tiffany solitaire on Chloe's left hand, paired with whispered rumors that Chloe was Ethan' s "great lost love." Her meticulously planned future, her fragile hope, and her hidden battle against a terminal illness were all laid bare and trampled. The agony wasn't just in the betrayal of her love, but the realization that her life' s most profound moments, her final wishes, had been pilfered and handed to a stranger, all while her partner remained blind to her suffering, her impending end. How could the man she loved so deeply, the one she was dying to marry, be so heartlessly cruel, so utterly oblivious? With nothing left but the gnawing pain of a dying body and a shattered soul, Ash took her first, decisive step toward reclaiming her last moments, walking out of his life and leaving him behind to confront a devastating truth far more terrible than any infidelity./0/86851/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e2f2a9f46d340ddab78c9816b00601f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Sorry
The news broke on a Tuesday. Olivia Reynolds, a celebrated artist, found herself targeted by a major art blog accusing her of blatant plagiarism. Her acclaimed piece, "Urban Echo," was displayed side-by-side with similar works by an unknown European artist, igniting a war zone of online comments declaring her a "Fraud" and calling to "Cancel her." Her boyfriend, Ethan Miller, a respected art critic, didn't defend her. Instead, he confessed to orchestrating the whole thing to protect his protégé, Chloe Davis, claiming Chloe had made a "youthful mistake." He dismissed Olivia's pain as "dramatic" and a "performance," highlighting her struggle with depression as mere "attention." The betrayal only deepened when her gallery terminated its representation, cancelling all her shows. Chloe, feigning empathy, then explicitly told Olivia that Ethan had chosen her because her career was "more important," rubbing salt in the wound until Olivia shattered a glass in a fit of despair, cutting her hand. Ethan, without a glance at Olivia's injury, sided with Chloe, who accused Olivia of attacking her. Ethan and Chloe were seen making their official debut at a gala, dancing on Olivia's professional grave. A text message then arrived, "You should kill yourself, you thieving bitch," accompanied by a photo of her with a gun pointed at her head. Standing on her balcony, teetering on the edge, Olivia made one last desperate call to Ethan. "I'm on the ledge, Ethan," she whispered. But he laughed, dismissing her plea as a bid for "attention." The line went dead as Chloe's laughter echoed in the background. With nowhere else to turn, Olivia stepped into the void./0/83931/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbc4fb3f239f159f46927af7e2001a8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prenup's Revenge
I was America' s Grammy-winning country star, married to the nation' s pop sweetheart, Nicole. Our life was a picture of musical royalty, until a trashy music blog screamed about my wife' s new video. "Nicole Anderson and Jayden Hughes: More Than Just Acting?" She came to me sobbing, confessing a "one-time mistake" with the bad-boy rapper. She poured millions into a new record label, publicly funding my next album as a grand gesture of devotion. I believed her, held her, and told myself she was my perfect muse. Then, one quiet Tuesday, using her laptop, I found a password-protected folder labeled "PROJECT N&J." On a whim, I typed "Jayden." Access granted. Two hundred explicit videos revealed a timeline spanning months. Her voice, clear and triumphant in the most recent one, shattered my world: "Ethan' s too trusting… he thinks I' m his perfect little country muse." Jayden' s smug reply: "And what about this baby? You sure it' s gonna pass for his?" The air left my lungs. My wife, the woman the world adored, was a calculated monster carrying another man' s child, planning to use my name and money to escape a prenup. Every award, every photo in our mansion, felt like a prop in her elaborate con. The betrayal was a physical ache, a cold, hard certainty. How could I have been such a fool? But as disgust rose in my throat, a new feeling emerged: not despair, but a quiet, chilling clarity. I found my prenup, snapped a picture of the infidelity clause, and sent it to my lawyer. It was time for the truth to be the truth./1/112807/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fd6a27b9a18b33d31161492429b925c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback
Ansley was banished to Europe for five years by her powerful adoptive family. She only secretly returned to New York to save her dying best friend’s bankrupt tech startup. But to save her friend, Ansley had to unlock her frozen trust fund, instantly alerting her terrifyingly controlling adopted brother, Emery. Trapped in his penthouse, Ansley overheard the horrifying truth. Her parents didn't banish her because she was a burden. They sent her away because Emery's sick, suffocating obsession with her was threatening his billion-dollar arranged marriage. Desperate to escape his golden cage and save her friend's stolen life's work, Ansley sought help from the ruthless CEO of Aegis Group, Darius Woodward. Instead of looking at her data, Darius humiliated her. He mocked her cheap suit, told her she didn't even know how to beg properly, and threw her out into the freezing rain. Sitting in her soaking wet clothes, Ansley realized that in this city of glass and steel, genuine effort meant nothing against raw power. She was entirely powerless against these apex predators. But she was done crying, and she was done hiding. Ansley threw her wet suit in the trash, slipped into a stunning silk dress, and walked right onto Emery's luxury birthday yacht. As the socialites who ruined her life five years ago stared in shock, she took a slow sip of her martini. "I'm not the same girl you chased out of town."/0/46295/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b636dc923c7011d917d4ce700a0e536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Her: A Tale of Tragedy which leads to Love
Discovering that her fiancé dies in a plane crash on National TV, Jennifer loses herself and her dear ones in the process. Depending solely on alcohol for happiness, she meets new people who make her feel anew, but would this be long-term or short-term?/0/84580/coverorgin.jpg?v=34200ed02877bcc2a3fb9f369fefa728&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Realigned
For five years, I, Ethan, dedicated everything to Olivia, my wife. I sacrificed my promising physics career to build her art gallery into a success, endured her family's disdain, and cherished her every whim. I truly believed my unwavering love would one day win her heart. Then came our fifth wedding anniversary-also my birthday. I sat alone in our villa' s vast dining room, special dishes growing cold, waiting for a wife who never came home on time. My phone buzzed with an explosive headline: "Renowned Artist Olivia Hayes Appears at Charity Gala with New Flame, Confesses He is Her True Soulmate." The accompanying video showed Olivia, radiant, holding hands with Liam-a man strikingly similar to her deceased childhood sweetheart. She glowed as she declared him "the one I have been waiting for my entire life." The article added insult to injury: she'd bought him a forty-million-dollar sports car for his birthday, today, my birthday. My carefully built world shattered. How could the woman I' d devoted my life to publicly betray me so utterly, so callously? The contrast, her forty-million-dollar gift to her "soulmate" versus not even a text for her husband, crushed me. Was I just a convenient shield, a placeholder? The hope I' d clung to, a threadbare illusion, finally snapped. With a deep breath, I lit the single candle on my pathetic birthday cake, a ghost of a celebration. "Happy birthday, Ethan," I whispered to myself, then blew it out. And in that wisp of smoke, my love for her vanished too. It was over./0/27477/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac0de6d17dd12472e051685f33121e7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY GIRLFRIEND IS A ROBOT
IN THE POPULAR CITY OF BEIJING Zhou Xiuying is known as a stubborn girl who loves being outdoors despite her parents warning She's just 17, she's from rich family, has plenty of friends, crazy, rude, clumsy, music and dance freak and she's pretty naughty Zhou Xiuying has boyfriend named Cia Gua, she loves him alot but little did she know he's just using her for her family wealth and power One-day she went to his house to give him a surprise visit for his 18 years old birthday but instead she's the one who got surprised Cia Gua was cought in bed with her best friend Mei Ling, she was so shocked and heartbroken, Cia Gua didn't care, he told her the truth that day, he told her that he was after her family wealth and nothing else Zhou Xiuying was completely shattered that night, what she wanted was to be along, a strong rain happened to be falling by then but she didn't care, she ran under it, running to wherever her legs can take her That same night, the same time*** "Chase it, don't let it get away" noises were heard,group of scientists lab team were seen chasing after a beautiful girl of 17, it's not just a girl it's a robot. It happened to malfunction The robot was faster than them so they lost it, while the robot was running unsure of where it's going, Zhou Xiuying was running opposite and they ended up hugging themselves Due to the rain and storm, something happened. Zhou Xiuying was electrocuted to comma and all her emotions got inside the robot The robot is now programmed to hate any guy with black hair and green eyes or busty girls with blonde long hair, or anyone as long as they are mean and harmful, the robot now knows it's a girl but it don't know who it is, the robot knows her name is Zhou Xiuying but doesn't know anything about the real Zhou Xiuying Worse the robot think it's a human Now what will happen when a girl of 17 found the robot and brings it to live with her What will happen when she brings the robot to her school And what will happen when the robot sets her eyes on...... Permit me to stop there for now Who can't wait to read this mind blowing story brought to you by rhemaromance Buy your popcorn right now and wear your glasses and let's chill/0/97558/coverorgin.jpg?v=c538d2d77eb7efab28b78089b670dd58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Game, Her Perfect Escape
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline. For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour." But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress. He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life. He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth./0/85229/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b18d6bd8fd7aac2bcbd3fa788534a7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Liam's Shadow, Chloe's Lie
The "True Harmony" system was perfect, a monument to the future I, Ethan Miller, was eager to build with Chloe, my fiancée of a decade. Our wedding, a meticulously planned extravagance, was just one week away, a celebration of the life we'd spent years creating. Then, she walked into my study, and in a soft, flat voice, delivered words that detonated my entire world: "I can't marry you next week. I have to marry Liam first." Liam. Her stepbrother. The man she confusingly called her "first love," now demanding she fulfill his deceased mother's "dying wish" for her to settle him. My shock curdled as she explained it was "just a formality" – she'd marry him, then divorce him, for "filial piety." My life, our future, reduced to a mere inconvenience. The insult deepened when she asked for a "dowry" – a few million dollars for Liam. I was not her partner; I was her bank, and Liam, the beneficiary. When her fabricated apologies came, they were delivered with Liam's leftovers, the subtle taunt a final blow. What was this absurd wish, this sudden, desperate need that obliterated our years together? How could the woman I loved so easily betray and humiliate me for a man who seemed to be nothing but a perpetual burden? My initial shock hardened into cold resolve. If Chloe, the supposed woman of my dreams, prioritized a con artist over me, then my answer was simple: "I need a new bride."/0/75820/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divine Pact
Thea Gibson lived a perfectly ordinary life. By day, she served drinks at the local bar, earning just enough to pay the rent and keep her bills from piling up. She wasn't one for extravagant spending, preferring quiet nights at home with her nose buried in the latest paranormal fantasy novel. It was easier to get lost in a world of mythical creatures and epic battles than face the real one, where she tried-and often failed-to suppress the awkwardness that followed her like a shadow. Most nights, she relished her solitude, but that didn't stop her best friend Shae from dragging her to parties. "You need to get out more!" Shae would say with that infectious energy that made it impossible to say no. Thea would end up surrounded by strangers, nursing a drink in a corner, wishing she could escape into the pages of her book instead of pretending to enjoy herself. The only bright spot? Detective Josh Cooper. He was always there, with his captivating smile and those deep eyes that seemed to see right through her. Thea had a secret crush on him. But that was all it was-a harmless fantasy. That all changed one fateful night. The bar was quieter than usual when a figure appeared in the doorway. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as Thea stared at him. He was tall, his presence undeniable, with a calm confidence that seemed at odds with the tension in the room. Before she could even process what was happening, a group of monstrous creatures-Titans, she later learned-charged toward her. Panic surged in her chest. But before they could reach her, the man was there, moving with blinding speed, his hand raised. A bolt of light shot from his fingers, and the Titans disintegrated into smoke. "I'm Hermes," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Messenger of the Gods. And you, Thea, are a reincarnated deity with a destiny you've yet to remember." The words felt surreal. Thea opened her mouth to protest, but the world around her seemed to shift, and suddenly she wasn't sure what was real anymore. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. Hermes smiled, the corner of his lips curling up with a mysterious knowing. "You're about to find out. The Titans are free. And it's up to you to send Cronos back to Tartarus." Thea shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane." "You're not the first to refuse the truth," Hermes said, his tone soft, but unwavering. "But you will be the one to stop him." Everything she'd known, every bit of normalcy she clung to, crumbled in that instant./0/82309/coverorgin.jpg?v=56c77ebb01b95a7e0e81714c4a8a6e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ballerina's Second Act
My life was a perfect ballet: Juilliard-bound, adored by Ethan Miller, the golden boy everyone envied. Our future shone brighter than any stage light. Then, the crash. A blinding flash, then darkness. I woke up to a hospital room, my ballerina legs amputated, a devastating gift from Jess, Ethan' s obsessed ex, who' d deliberately run me down. Every dream shattered. But the real nightmare began when I uncovered Ethan's secret. The man who vowed 'forever,' whose hand I clung to, was secretly comforting Jess, his 'enemy,' filling her with false hope and a twisted compassion. His perfect devotion was a suffocating lie, driving me deeper into a pit of physical and emotional agony. How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, with the very person who destroyed my life? The whys screamed in my head, a desperate, hollow echo in a world turned to ash. With nothing left but the unbearable pain, I sought the final escape. But instead of an end, I found a terrifying twist: I woke up in a hospital bed, three years earlier, my legs miraculously whole, memories of my devastating demise burning clear. This time, I would rewrite my tragic fate and break free from this cursed cycle./0/25206/coverorgin.jpg?v=05108b0d32e1130063acec939f3afc9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Gorgeous Mistress
"Vivian Swift is an intern reporter of the SINO Web. In order to dig out tidbits of Jonathan Luke, the President of Burban Mansion with supreme status and countless wealth, Vivian sneaks into his house. Jonathan Luke has been suffering from insomnia and has difficulty falling asleep. But he finds that the smell of the woman who sneaked into his house could make him feel at ease and help him fall asleep. So he offered a contract to Vivian: to sleep with him. One night for ten thousand yuan. Vivian: pervert Jonathan! Later, Vivian's father was critically ill, the company of her family was robbed, and her fiance has an affair. Her life is totally in a mess then. Vivian: Mr. Luke, is the contract still valid?"/1/111185/coverorgin.jpg?v=531f58adba650b74426dde4a07c3d5e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Abandoned Puppet to the Tycoon's Contract Wife
For five years, I was the secret weapon behind A-list actor Johan Lee. As his top agent and devoted girlfriend, I cleaned up his scandals, secured his contracts, and deliberately dressed down so I would never outshine him. Tonight was his birthday, and I was waiting in his penthouse in black lace, ready to surprise him. The only surprise was the one I got when he walked in with a 22-year-old actress. From inside his walk-in closet, my romantic evening turned into a nightmare as I listened to them fall into his bed. But the cheating wasn't the worst part. It was hearing his cruel, dismissive laugh as he explained why he kept me around. "She's safe," he told the other woman. "She dresses like a depressed librarian. I don't need a queen trying to steal my spotlight. I need an assistant." An assistant. Five years of my life, my love, and my career-building genius, all reduced to a convenience. The grief in my chest instantly hardened into ice. The mousy girlfriend he took for granted was gone forever. I walked out of that closet, ended his career with a single video, and thought I was finally free. But then my aunt called, screaming. My family's company was mysteriously facing bankruptcy, and their only way out was to enforce an old family contract. I was to be sold in marriage to the ruthless billionaire who engineered their downfall: the infamous Colvin Sykes./0/38184/coverorgin.jpg?v=51f1489ac4742b87b9310c91011d4075&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Daring Wife of the Prime Minister
Stella Judd worked hard for her entire life, in return, she only got endless deception and oppression and died without dignity. However, she was reborn with time turning back. She vowed to never again let anyone who had bullied her get anything out of her. She got away from a very vicious family and got rich by her own hands. Nevertheless, she felt in love with a cripple. Although he was a cripple, Stella wanted to protect her husband and live in peace, but she didn't expect that her crippled husband suddenly turned into the distinguished Prime Minister! What's more, not only he was not lame anymore, but also he walked with her through life and death./0/61220/coverorgin.jpg?v=0567cc15cc67481c39ae4968dd3336f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE KING'S POSSESSION
"I finally know my place, Your Majesty. And that is not in your arms." - Isabel Archer "You shall not leave my side, Isabel. You are bound to me, body and soul." - King Lucian Devereux ~ Isabel is a commoner who has become a maidservant at the palace. Despite her status, the king, Lucian Devereux, falls in love with her, and she becomes his secret lover. But as their relationship flourishes, a rumor begins to spread that the king will marry a princess from another kingdom. As Isabel confronts Lucian directly, he confirms the gossip. She pleads with him not to marry the princess, but he rejects her plea, explaining that the marriage is for the kingdom's benefit. Heartbroken, Isabel who was only a mere servant, watches the man she loves marry another woman. When the new queen becomes pregnant with the king's child, the pain becomes unbearable. Isabel decides to leave the palace for good, hoping to forget the pain. But can she truly escape the grasp of the powerful and possessive king who notices her absence and begins to search for her?/0/51811/coverorgin.jpg?v=d44f724c4ba5869b39f7a21c8f658f56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reyona's Revenge
Reyona's world shattered when she learned that her husband of eight years did not only have a mistress, but they had three children together! To top it off, her husband had been stealing from their joint account to leave the country with his other family! Reyona threw all her beliefs out the window as she set out to take revenge on the man who took her for a fool and everyone involved. Her plans got glitched when she became involved with Maxwell Rohan, the roguish stepbrother of her husband's mistress. Read as this hate-at-first-sight story unravels with lots of intrigues and unexpected plots, peppered with the antics of an entitled, shameless man!/0/84256/coverorgin.jpg?v=389f4cc36ff1207cee55095274e64862&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker
Eleven years. I dedicated them all to Wesley Scott, sacrificing my architect dreams to support his political ambitions. After a decade of being his unassuming small-town Texas girl, he finally proposed, not out of love, I suspected, but for his political image. Then, an anonymous email arrived with a photo: Wesley and his childhood friend, Gabrielle, smiling, holding a deed to a luxury Austin condo, purchased jointly under their names. Beneath it, Gabrielle' s chilling message: "Coming home for good." Wesley dismissed it as "just a favor," his casual use of "Gabby" a slap in the face. But the next day, the building manager casually confirmed Gabrielle was the primary owner, and I, his fiancée, was merely "the friend," a temporary guest. That night, at Gabrielle's welcome dinner, Wesley sat beside her, radiating ownership, as everyone toasted them as "the perfect couple." Then, a friend goaded them into a kiss, and Wesley, playing to the crowd, gave Gabrielle a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture of intimacy he never showed me. All eyes turned to me, expecting tears, a scene, but I just smiled. "If Gabrielle wants him," I said, my voice clear and calm, "she can have him." He dragged me out, furious, but a later anonymous message, a screenshot of their secret Instagram post-"To our future!" and his reply, "Whatever you want, you get. Always"-extinguished any lingering hope. It was the same day he'd asked me to move in, calling it "our first real step." His betrayal culminated when a mob of HOA women, spurred by Gabrielle, publicly assaulted me at the condo, and Wesley stood by, calculating the optics of defending me. I collapsed, humiliated, only to later see his reply on the HOA Facebook chat, throwing me under the bus: "The owner on the deed is the one who matters." He had confirmed I was nothing, a squatter to his entire world. When he abandoned me in the hospital for Gabrielle's fake allergic reaction, I knew. It was over. Three days later, at our lavish engagement party, instead of our romantic slideshow, I played the video of their kiss, the condo deed, and his damning words on the jumbo screens. His political career ignited in a glorious fireball. "Why, Wesley?" I told him calmly when he screamed down the phone. "I was just making way for the real couple. After all, the owner on the deed is the one who matters." I hung up and blocked him, and everyone from that life. I was free to build my own./0/91394/coverorgin.jpg?v=75e407730b9a6950a54b0baa873ccd6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Vow to Part
A text message came through, accompanied by five incriminating photos-entwined lingerie, fingers tightly interlocked, crumpled sheets clutched in a fist, a blurred reflection in the bathroom... This wasn't the first time Rona received such provocation. The large hand gripping another woman's wrist so tightly it seemed to embed into her flesh-she instantly recognized it as belonging to his longtime love since childhood, Darren. She glanced at the date on the photos, realizing it coincided with their third anniversary of being together. On that day, Rona received an emergency call from the hospital, informing her of Darren's car accident. In a panic, she raced through three red lights to get there, only to witness Darren rushing into the emergency room, holding his blood-soaked secretary, Khloe. Without any explanation, he vanished for nine days, finally reappearing with another woman by his side. It was rumored that she had sustained severe injuries and memory loss while saving Darren, leading to a deep dependency on him. Feeling guilty, Darren showered her with tenderness, staying by her side constantly out of deep gratitude for saving his life. Rona let out a cold laugh and closed the message thread. She finally texted her persistently nagging mother, "I agree to the family-arranged marriage." But before leaving, Rona intended to prepare three significant gifts for Darren./0/89123/coverorgin.jpg?v=fadd054ccd74a71f0005640f1e9c0029&imageMogr2/format/webp)
