Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Price of His Pride
Sarah Miller had it all: a successful tech career she traded for family, investing millions into her husband Ethan's architectural empire. Their seven-year-old twins, Leo and Luna, were her world, buzzing with excitement for their promised Fourth of July trip to Universal Studios. But Ethan had other plans – a yacht trip with his "pregnant" personal assistant, Tiff. Then, a chilling note: he'd taken the kids to the desolate Nevada wilderness for "character-building," leaving them with minimal water, one tent. Panic turned to horror when Sarah found them. Days later, search and rescue called: Leo and Luna, gone, victims of heatstroke and dehydration. While Sarah identified their ravaged bodies, Ethan threw a lavish pre-baby shower with Tiff, dismissing Sarah's call about their dead children as a "dramatic stunt." He returned only to smash their photos, allow Tiff to spill their ashes, and brutalize Sarah for trying to mourn. How could a father abandon his children to such a horrific fate? How could he deny their deaths, celebrate with his lover, and then violently silence their grieving mother? The cold, calculated cruelty was unfathomable. But a desperate, heartbreaking voicemail from Leo’s last moments and a shocking truth about Tiff would shatter Ethan’s narcissistic world, setting off a chain of events that would force him to confront the monstrous consequences of his actions, and leave Sarah to pick up the pieces of a life utterly destroyed./0/93681/coverorgin.jpg?v=17f4be8668176d8eff578990f0ccf5e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married the Murderer's Brother
I died on the night of my wedding to Carlos Fowler, the duke's second son. He left me to be killed by kidnappers while he saved the woman he truly cared about. Before I took my last breath, I saw Vincent Fowler, Carlos's crippled older brother, storm in like a madman to avenge me. Reborn, I stood before the priest and canceled the wedding in front of everyone. I turned and walked toward Vincent, who sat in his wheelchair in the corner, under the stunned gazes of the crowd. "Vincent, I want to marry you." Carlos thought I was just trying to get his attention. But he would soon realize he had lost everything./0/81352/coverorgin.jpg?v=d390bb6528e929460b49c705c857755d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Became A Larceny
My tech company was at its peak – celebrated, successful. For twenty years, I believed my marriage to Bella was just the same: perfect. We had two sons, Mark and Alex, my pride and joy, the heirs to everything I had built. Then, at fifty, Bella lay dying in a sterile hospital bed. Her rasping voice delivered the blow that pulverized my world: "Ethan," she whispered, "the boys… they' re not yours. They' re Ryan' s." My heart squeezed, then shattered. My own sons, whom I loved more than life, turned on me instantly, their eyes cold and calculating. They saw Ryan, their biological father, not as a long-lost parent, but as a direct route to my wealth, reducing me to nothing but a disposable obstacle. In the brutal inheritance struggle that followed, the very boys I' d raised beat me to death. I gasped for air, my heart giving out under the crushing weight of their betrayal, my world built on a twenty-year lie crumbling to dust. How could I have been so utterly blind? My final thought was of profound regret, a desperate, yearning wish for another chance to live life differently, to choose another path. Then, darkness. But instead of an afterlife, I jolted awake, alive, younger, surrounded by the pulsing chaos of an SXSW party. Standing before me, vibrant and deceptively innocent, was Bella, dropping to one knee, a champagne flute raised, asking me to marry her. This was my impossible second chance. And this time, with the bitter truth of twenty years flooding my mind, I knew exactly what to say./0/79081/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b67ed16d7664a0e77335371b8976f85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A nanny for the CEO widower
Elise Willys had been abandoned by her husband on the eve of their first child's birth. Alone and unprotected, she had no other choice but to find a job. That's when she crossed paths with the city's most sought-after widower-Lucien Rochefort-an emotionally shattered and overworked man desperately trying to find a nanny to look after his rebellious son, Phillippe, who still hadn't come to terms with his mother's death. But not everything was as perfect as it seemed... Lucien didn't fully trust her-not with the way they met. That mistrust forced Elise not only to deal with the child's tantrums but also to endure her employer's arrogance and her own family's emotional abuse. Over time, emotional bonds began to form between Elise and Lucien, gradually blurring the lines between boss and nanny. And as if that weren't enough, she had to face heartbreak and countless hardships just to hold on to the job that kept her and her baby afloat./0/37876/coverorgin.jpg?v=60fa43dcc64072da5bcb0a53d14d6f91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Millionaire´s Enigma
Arya, needs money for her mother's surgery. Ayden, needs a surrogate mother so as not to lose her company. The only requirement is that she never touches him. “Are you a virgin?” “I mean, if a vibrator counts.” She notices how Ayden swallows hard and struggles to pass the water. “Number of sexual partners?” “Well I've only had a couple of dildos, turns out the latex ones are very sturdy” she replies smiling. Ayden stands up in annoyance and breaks the good mood in the room. “This is not a fucking game, Miss Arya” says the millionaire threateningly. “Get out.” “No, wait, I was just kidding” she clarifies seriously. “I said, what, get out!” he punctuates each word and slams the table. Arya, who sees her only chance, shattered, regrets having joked as she did, she never thought it would have such consequences. She walks devastated to the exit without expecting anything, now she doesn't know what to do or whom to turn to. She sees many cabs coming and tries to hail one, but instead a dark-colored Aston Martin pulls up in front of her. It is Ayden Emory. “Get in,” he asks, but she ignores him. “Is she always so hard-headed? Get in or no deal.” The hope that it wasn't all overtakes hold of her, and she gets into the sexy millionaire's car./0/21978/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ca2a8a907340c6a13e13204fbe161d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hooligan
🎤🎤.....In this world, a mother is the greatest warrior..... 🎤🎤 "How deep is the ocean? Without knowing the depths you can't rule over it. That is how you should be Zoya. Be like the ocean no one can rule." Amulya told her daughter. "People like us have no one to call our own, people like us live for alms. I won't always be with you forever my child, but promise me, I don't know how you are going to do it but you should become wealthy and help the likes of us. Be dominant and strong so that when you come to face your father one day, he will be scared of you. Others are scared of him, but you, let him be scared of you, promise me Zoya." "I promise you mother." Zoya promised. "But tell me, who is my father?" "Once you see him, you will know. He is feared all over India. I can't tell you his name, they might be watching my every move to end our lives." Amulya told her child looking around her in fear. "But don't worry my child, I will be alive till I have to hold your hand in the dark and make you walk through it even when you are scared of the dark, then I will teach you to even leave my hand and stand strong against others and walk through the darkness without fear." Zoya, a ten year old poor girl became alone when her mother, (Amulya a 22 year old woman who escape from a well feared man that made her his sex slave at the age of 11), died in an accident alongside with her adopted sister. "Even in your final breath. Do remember your promise. Thorny paths are what you will find in this world. Even if the earth burns as a barrier, cross it and come. Without giving up your persistence, stand firmly in front Zoya." This is the story of Zoya who went beyond destiny to become India number 1 most feared Don and fulfilling her late mother's wish, then, her mother's past came knocking on her door./0/92059/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5da51e48108a14835afbaa54afdd8e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Twisted Secret Life
My husband took me to a secluded villa for the weekend to honor the fifth anniversary of his sister's death. But I found her alive, laughing on the patio with him and my parents. They were bouncing a little boy on their laps-a boy with my husband's hair and his "dead" sister's eyes. I heard Mark call me his "dutiful, grieving wife," laughing about how easy I was to fool. My own mother looked at Annelise with a love she had never once shown me. My entire five-year marriage was a performance designed to keep me occupied while they lived their real lives in secret. He didn't just confess; he told me I was nothing but a "convenient solution." Then he revealed their final plan: they had already arranged to have me involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital, using my fabricated "grief" as the reason. I ran. After setting a fire as a diversion, I hid in a ditch by the main road, my life in ashes. With nowhere else to turn, I made a desperate call to the one person I knew my husband feared: his biggest rival./0/82650/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3785e31cf9e17248d3db46ea16d0972&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Life, A Perfect Scam
My life as a rising star in software development was predictable, good. Then the Affinity Gauge appeared, numbers hovering above everyone's heads, revealing their true feelings for me. My college sweetheart, Chloe, charming and affectionate, always told me how much she leaned on me, especially after her wealthy adopted family found their biological daughter. I poured thousands into "her foster mother's medical bills" and "her childhood friend's 'vocational' tuition," believing it was all for our future, our marriage. Despite my love, her Affinity Gauge stubbornly read a stark, unbelievable 0. I told myself it was a glitch, until I overheard her in a cafe. "That five thousand Ethan gave me barely covered Mrs. Gable's retainer for the month's act!" she'd hissed. Her friend, Liam, added, "We need to push for the big one, the six-figure investment, then you dump him." My world tilted, the 0 above her head blazing into terrifying clarity. The woman I loved, the future I envisioned, was a meticulously crafted lie. I watched them, Liam flashing designer everything, Chloe playing the innocent victim, their intimacy undeniable. Their demands escalated, a fabricated medical emergency the final straw. My affection curdled into a cold, grim resolve. How could I have been so blind, so stupid? The betrayal cut deep, but the Gauge had been right all along, a cruel, undeniable truth. The sheer audacity of their fraud, the hundreds of thousands they'd robbed from me, demanded justice. I wouldn't be their fool any longer. I began to dismantle their carefully constructed reality, piece by piece, starting with a call to a private investigator. This wasn't just about reclaiming my money; it was about exposing every single lie and making sure they paid for every cent of their deceit./0/86868/coverorgin.jpg?v=84faf4420e7bbd1d9805e758b3261471&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Rival, Finding Forever
My phone rang for the tenth time. It was Olivia. The woman I was supposed to marry in thirty minutes. "Liam needs me," she said, distant and thin. "He fell during a stunt on set. The doctor said it' s serious." This wasn' t new. It was always Liam. Two months ago, she left our engagement party for him. Last month, she skipped our final wedding planner meeting for him. Each time, I forgave her, telling myself her heart was too kind. "So that' s it?" My voice was dangerously calm. "You' re choosing him over me. On our wedding day." "You' re making me choose. It' s not fair," she accused. "I thought you loved me. I thought you would support me." She hung up before I could respond. Humiliation washed over me, hot and suffocating. My mother' s worried voice reached me, asking where I was. Something inside me snapped. With a roar of pure rage, I hurled my phone against the wall. It shattered like broken promises. I kicked over a table, sending white lilies crashing. Then, a reckless, insane idea formed. I pulled over, grabbed my spare phone, and dialed a number I knew by heart. "Chloe Adams," I said, my voice steady. "Marry me. Right now."/0/39823/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7f5f842e9d6d913d96a32ed460e7d69&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silenced Temptations.
An Entangled Love… *** Erich Black and Red Bennet, upholding the image of the unbreakable couple in the fashion industry, strengthened their bond with marriage. Unaware of the haunting demons of their past chasing them. When the Dark Seductress- April Lopez and Absolute Charmer- Lucifer Grave become the hindrance of their path, the posture of their baseless bond would break. Shattering the bond Erich and Red 'has' Or Red and Lucifer 'had' But, To be honest, it was nothing but an etched memory of despair from 3 years ago. The past they left behind is now re-awakened. Will it perish their future or will they find redemption in this tale of heartbreak?/0/85246/coverorgin.jpg?v=c312c37f00c279d737af4233abaf99d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Muse
The sterile white walls of Liam's penthouse, a gilded cage masquerading as my studio, stifled me. Every painting, every breath, belonged to him. Then, a cold, glowing message appeared in my vision: `[Muse System Activated. Main Task: Sever the parasitic relationship with Liam.]` My secret guide had arrived. Its first sub-quest: `[Facilitate the marriage between Liam and his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett.]` This was my way out. I became the perfect, pliant artist, orchestrating his reunion with the sophisticated art critic he truly desired. I endured her disdain, even painting her tributes to feed his obsession. The night of the Art Gala, I felt unwell, my head spinning from stress. As I steadied myself by an ice sculpture, Scarlett deliberately bumped me. I stumbled, and a piece of the sculpture crashed down, narrowly missing her. She screamed, accusing me of jealousy, of trying to hurt her. Liam, his rage burning, pulled her into his arms, completely ignoring me. `"Chloe! What the hell did you do?"` he snarled. The crowd's murmurs turned into accusations, judging me the crazy, jealous mistress. A familiar cramping seized my stomach, and I doubled over in searing pain. Blood trickled down my leg, a dark stain on my light dress. I was having a miscarriage, a life I didn't even know I carried. Liam dragged me to his car, ` "Can' t you go one night without making a scene?" ` he hissed, before abandoning me in the parking lot to return to Scarlett. The system confirmed my loss: `[Pregnancy terminated due to physical trauma.]` I realized then: this wasn't just neglect. It was calculated cruelty, a test from Scarlett to see how far he'd go for her. And he had passed. His utter indifference, his willingness to sacrifice me, ignited a cold fury. I would still get them together. But this time, it wouldn' t be for his happiness. It would be for my ultimate, painful freedom./0/57019/coverorgin.jpg?v=05fb95b32de8ebf2f06009da283c52a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The return of the rebellious bride.
On a beautiful day, Dylan Carter - Ivy's four-year boyfriend - declares his intention to marry Ruby, Ivy's half-sister from her father's side, instead of Ivy. Faced with betrayal from her lover and sister, and pressured by her own family, Ivy reluctantly agrees to both marriages because Ruby is pregnant. The pain continues when Ivy is forced to marry Ryan, a stranger to her from the Blake family. Despite vehemently opposing the situation, Ivy ultimately had to give in. On her wedding day, Ivy accidentally discovered her husband being intimate with another woman, leading her to misunderstand the true purpose of their marriage. Filled with anger, disappointment, and pain, Ivy decided to abandon everything, unwilling to become a sacrificial pawn, and ran away from the wedding. Seven years later, Ivy and Ryan coincidentally meet again in an unexpected situation, leading to mutual hatred. Subsequently, Ivy reluctantly becomes Ryan's personal secretary. During their time working together, love blossoms between them. However, secrets from the past emerge, challenging their relationship. Will their love be strong enough to overcome, or is this encounter just another chapter of tragedy?/0/25223/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5480e06c5ff0147d1298f3ff39e3ce7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Night We Met
An aspiring photographer, Raechel Lynx, who has taken a part-time portfolio contract from a firm is set out in order to search for a model for her work and finds out a young beautiful Ocean eyed brunette young man and turns out to be her old friend she was searching for her entire life. Was it destiny or just a coincidence?/0/60588/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e1b4b41b4deeed6d3dcff7c0ed00268&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Virtual World: Being The Protagonist's Mother
I am a web novel author. One day, I found myself transported into my own novel. As the mother of the female protagonist, I diligently pushed the plot forward. After the protagonist suffered through a series of hardships, including the death of her family, friends leaving her, and being tortured, I finally wrote a happy ending. I returned to the real world feeling relieved, but then I saw a farewell letter from the protagonist addressed to me as "Mother." In the letter, she asked if the suffering she endured in the story was considered art in my world./0/86544/coverorgin.jpg?v=be97346bd8c9bbbfe1a51def2cfb7b00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beg For Me, My Love
The steady hum of my tattoo gun was usually my sanctuary, but today, it couldn't drown out the screaming numbers on Olivia' s medical bill-a crushing reminder that my artistic integrity wouldn't save my sister. Then the bell above the door chimed, and she walked back into my life, a ghost from a past I' d desperately tried to outrun. Sophia Davis, the woman I' d chosen to brutally abandon five years ago to protect her from my "unworthy" existence, now stood in my humble studio, elegant and cold, looking like she' d stepped straight off a magazine cover. She didn't come to reminisce; she came to collect, dropping a blank check on Olivia's bill and declaring, "I want to see you beg, Ethan." My pride demanded I refuse, but the image of Olivia's frail face forced the humiliating words from my lips: "Please, Sophia, I need this job. I… I'll do anything." She watched, her eyes gleaming with triumph, before labeling me her "trophy artist," a personal possession to be controlled. I thought I understood her cold, calculated revenge-until a late-night call from her best friend led me to Sophia, drunk and vulnerable, muttering, "Get Ethan. He's my dog. He has to come when I call." As I carried her home, the ice queen slipped, hinting at a pain just as deep as mine, and a lingering desire to see me./0/20032/coverorgin.jpg?v=04c72e0dd18d45cdfe285b68e8d16bcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blackmailing his runaway bride
Six years after she left him waiting at the altar, Charles Anthony Oxford finally met Isabella Shade. And six years proved to be a long time as Isabella was already married and Charles who had grown from millionaire to multi billionaire, well, he was in search for a wife for certain reasons. On learning that his runaway bride's company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husband’s gambling problems amongst other reasons, Charles saw an opportunity. Two, actually. Not only would he be getting a wife, he would be able to exact revenge on the woman who had left him heartbroken, in his own way. All he had to do was remind her of the terrible thing she had done, torture her a bit with a sexual toss here and there, remind her of her present status and all she needed to do was agree to his terms and become his wife… But with a woman like Isabella, it just wasn't going to be so easy…/0/80704/coverorgin.jpg?v=895e5d88e210790008406dd48a36777c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée Who Vanished
My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, a cascade of ivory lace and a secret smile for the life growing inside me. I was marrying Ethan, the brilliant tech entrepreneur, the man who had swept me off my feet, the father of our child. Then, a knock on the door, and my maid of honor’s whispered words shattered everything: "His plane went down. No survivors." Grief crushed me, a physical weight, obscuring the world in a blur of hushed voices and endless pain. My rock, my older brother David, shielded me as I navigated the nightmare of loss, our future obliterated. Weeks later, a ghost of Ethan arrived – his identical twin, Marcus – with his "spiritual guide," Isabella, a woman with unnervingly serene eyes. But one sleepless night, voices from the library pierced the silence: Eleanor, Ethan’s mother, was confronting "Marcus," calling him Ethan. My blood ran cold as I heard him confess he faked his death for Isabella, claiming she had aggressive leukemia, promising to return when she was gone. The man I loved, the father of my child, had orchestrated this monstrous betrayal, making me mourn him while he was alive and with her. Then came the anonymous video: Ethan and Isabella, their raw, animalistic passion a calculated act of cruelty designed to inflict maximum pain, and it worked. My despair turned to a cold, hard rage, culminating in a decision only he forced me to make. I called David, my voice trembling with fury: "He faked his death. I want him to believe I’m gone because of him. I want to disappear." This time, my disappearance wouldn't be a tragedy; it would be the first act of my retribution, a masterpiece of his own making./0/23601/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d04e3be207721771ff2bd92d6df5820&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Fiancé Married Another Woman, and I Married his Enemy
My Oliver Group went bankrupt, my father jumped from the building, and my fiancé, Connor Dale, sent me to the psychiatric hospital. He came to see me with a wedding invitation. He was getting married to my step-sister, Madeline Oliver. He said with a smile, "Brenna, everything your family has, including your business achievement, belongs to us now." I died with hatred on that cold hospital bed. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before all the tragedies had happened. When Madeline came to recognize her identity to me, I slapped her across the face and said, "Get lost!" When Connor, the scumbag, proposed to me, I tore up the engagement contract in front of everyone. "Who do you think you are?" This time, I proactively walked up to Jacob Harrison, who was said to be cold-hearted and ruthless and controlled the entire business empire. Everyone feared him, but only I knew that he held my gravestone for a whole night after I died in a fire in my previous life./0/74864/coverorgin.jpg?v=976bde411aeb735f2ac541ab05e94423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
