Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Betrayed by Love, Forged by Fire
Just a month ago, my life was a Silicon Valley dream. I was Sarah Miller, founder of a promising startup, engaged to David Chen, the golden boy of tech. We were the power couple, the ones to watch, building an empire on the back of my groundbreaking algorithm. Then, the engine sputtered and died, and my world shrank to the stale confines of my car. The engagement was off, my company was bankrupt, my savings gone, swallowed by legal fees and debt David so cleverly left in my name. He called it "irreconcilable differences," a corporate phrase for a soul-crushing betrayal. The real reason had a name: Emily Davis, my best friend, the maid of honor whose dress still hung in my closet. They stole my algorithm, my future, and sold it for parts, beaming from tech blogs as the valley' s newest power couple. How could the man I loved, and my closest friend, orchestrate such a complete and utter destruction of my life? As I stared at my dead phone, reflecting a hollow-eyed stranger, a single flash drive and a faded note from my eccentric genius grandfather appeared – "When she needs it most." This was it. Rock bottom. And the beginning of my retribution./1/109365/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c1205cdcf7bbc57ef27766c7b651730&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows
She was never meant to be his bride. Mireya Sutton has spent her entire life living in her sister's shadow. Mireya is kind, loyal, and always overlooked. A talented fashion designer, she's used to creating beauty with her own hands, but nothing could have prepared her for the chaos her sister leaves behind. When her sister vanishes on the morning of her wedding, leaving scandal and heartbreak in her wake, Mireya is forced to take her place. Standing at the altar is Ronan Ashcroft: cold, furious, and convinced she orchestrated the betrayal. To him, she is nothing but a substitute bride, a constant reminder of the sister who disappeared without a trace. But duty and family honor leave her no choice. Bound by vows she never wanted, Mireya must navigate a marriage filled with tension, suspicion, and a man who refuses to believe in her innocence. As if that weren't enough, a love triangle emerges, someone from her past reappears, offering the comfort, care, and understanding that Ronan withholds. Torn between safety and desire, loyalty and passion, Mireya must confront her heart's deepest desires. Secrets begin to surface: Why did her sister truly disappear? Who can she trust? And could the man she never expected to love actually be the one she's meant to marry? Slowly, Ronan's walls begin to crack, revealing a man driven by love, obsession, and a dark past he refuses to share. But as the slow burn tension between them intensifies, the stakes rise higher than ever. Betrayal, jealousy, and forbidden attraction collide in a marriage where no one is safe, and no one is truly free. Trapped in obligations, caught between two hearts, and determined to protect her dreams and independence, Mireya must fight to survive a love that could consume everything she holds dear. 💔 Will she follow her heart... or honor her vows? 🔥 Love, betrayal, secrets, and obsession collide in this gripping slow burn romance./0/36309/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230726114859&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Baby For Billionaire Knox
A BABY FOR BILLIONAIRE KNOX (The Clumsy Mermaid) His hands covered her boobs and she began to tremble. “You are so beautiful." Knox said with his eyes on her just studying her body. "Knox...I think we...shouldn't...” Eretia paused. "Do you want me to stop?" Knox asked. Eretia stared at him. Her nipples going hard and her belly quivering. "Why do...you want...to do this?" “I want you to have a desire to comeback here when you return to your world." Knox answered with sincerity in his tone. “But—“ He brushed his mouth against hers cutting off her intended words. His hands gently cupping her breasts. “This is your first right? Or am I wrong?" He asked amidst kisses. “No...no...I haven't...done it with anyone.” Eretia stuttered. “Same here." Knox coaxed. Meet Knox Martins, a billionaire and who also happens to be a big time celebrity. You see, Knox Martins is stone-headed and cold-hearted. He hates to hear the word “love.” He despises his mother for just one reason - he believes that she killed his father even though he had crashed in a plane that had killed a thousand of people. Eretia, a mermaid, a lady of the ocean who has special singing powers that is enough to hear the words of the sea. She washes up to the shore of a sea, injured and alone - far away from home. She is found by a young surgeon who is kind enough to bring her into his home. And soon enough, Knox Martins meets Eretia who happens to be a hired maid by his mom after she makes a deal to reconcile both mother and son. Will the relationship between the earth and the sea ever get the chance to bloom? Or will it whither away when they are apart in their separate worlds./0/81050/coverorgin.jpg?v=b855a21abe7124cdf63c7bb6d9fde8d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life
"Pancreatic cancer, aggressive," the doctor' s words hit me, Eleanor, a sixty-year-old retired librarian, like a physical blow. I rushed home to my husband, Richard, a man I' d shared forty years with, hoping for comfort, for support, for a fight plan against this death sentence. Instead, he coldly dismissed my $75,000 treatment as too expensive, citing our tight savings due to our grandson's school. Days later, a bank statement revealed the truth: a $50,000 withdrawal for "Vintage Motors LLC" was not for our family, but for a shiny red convertible. My best friend, Brenda, then called, reporting Richard and his high school sweetheart, Sylvia, recently widowed, cruising Main Street in that very car, laughing like young lovers. He bought his mistress a luxury car, flaunted her publicly, and denied me life-saving treatment. When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes, calling me "dramatic" and "hysterical," saying Sylvia "needed cheering up" and was "good for his networking." My heart shattered again when our son, Michael, whom I had always cherished and supported, sided with his father, arguing my cancer was "tough" at my age and that Sylvia had even helped his career. At Sylvia's birthday party, hosted at Michael's house (a house I helped him buy), Richard proudly introduced her as his "true partner," and when I spoke up, Michael publicly shamed me, ordering me to "just leave." The man I loved for decades, and the son I raised, chose a new relationship and career opportunities over my very life. How could they betray me so completely, so callously, leaving me to die while they celebrated? But in that moment, as I walked away, something in me finally broke free. I was done being their victim; I would fight for my life, alone, and on my own terms./0/25202/coverorgin.jpg?v=71f762bfacbac9b8117ece486977234b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mystery of Blind Date
"Two years ago, Carole Watson married a strange man. During the past two years, she did not even meet her husband for once. In attempt to force her mysterious husband to show up , she decided to blind date with different types of men. After 99 blind date, Oscar Morris finally appears and dates with Carole, but she doesn’t know that Oscar, the 100th man she date, is exactly her husband. Being chased after by Oscar, Carole is scared and upset seemingly she betrayed her unknown husband. When she tried to get rid of Oscar, she was grabbed to his house and offered a new work. Getting closer and closer, Carole finally finds her falling in love with the man. But how should she do with her mysterious husband?"/0/81363/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251031190909&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Day Betrayal
Eight years. That's how long I' d waited to marry Sarah. Our wedding day was absolute perfection, every detail meticulously planned, a dream finally realized. My mother, Maria, my biggest supporter, beamed as she watched us from the front row, a picture of warmth and boundless kindness. It was everything I' d ever wanted. But as Sarah raised her glass for the toast, a strange, strained sound, her voice wasn' t sweet. It was laced with an unimaginable ice. "To Maria," she declared, her gaze fixed with a chilling intensity on my beloved mother, "for murdering my partner, Officer Alex Chen." The lavish ballroom went utterly silent. My mother, Maria, gasped, collapsing onto the floor. Sarah stood there, no longer in her pristine white wedding dress, but starkly in her NYPD uniform, her voice flat, devoid of emotion: "Our eight years, Ethan? All a lie. A calculated lie to bring her to justice." Then, pure chaos erupted. Men in dark suits, clearly her accomplices, stormed in. They shattered our wedding, smashing every delicate dream, beating me back as I desperately tried to reach my fallen mother. My entire world, this beautiful wedding, had instantly transformed into a public nightmare. My kind, gentle mother, branded a cold-blooded murderer. How could the woman I loved, the woman I had trusted implicitly for eight years, do something so monstrous? Lies? A devastating setup? It felt like an impossible, cruel joke playing out before my eyes. Who was this terrifying stranger wearing Sarah' s familiar face? Days later, physically bruised and emotionally broken, the only beacon of hope in my despair was my childhood friend, Dr. Chloe Davis. She not only saved my mother but then handed me a cryptic USB drive. A ghost from the past, containing what she believed was the truth from Alex Chen himself. I knew then, with a resolve I hadn't realized I possessed: I would uncover every dark layer of this calculated deception, no matter the agonizing cost. My mother' s innocence, and the very foundation of my life, depended on me unraveling this devastating lie./0/39438/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230410115206&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Wicked Him
Losing her grandmother, Lea was betrayed by her Aunt Estrella. Instead of introducing her to a work like what they talked about, she was sold in the underground auction. "Five billion dollars going thrice, Sold!" And with that amount of money, her life now belongs to that man. Aiden Lazarus, a person known for his cold personality. Not giving any hint of care toward his surroundings. Raising her chin to meet his face, he let out a smirk that soon disappeared after his words. "So, if you cherish that head of yours, don't let me down. Be the best bride you can ever be"/0/81676/coverorgin.jpg?v=f07508c3bbc29400ae03ca71d7c39ae0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prince's Broken Promises
Our love was a rebel song, forbidden by the Devereaux family's rigid rules. I was Ella, a blues singer from Bourbon Street, and he was Beau, the Prince of Prytania, who swore his heart was irrevocably mine. He chose me, even when his powerful family threatened to disinherit him. "It's you and me, Ella, always," he vowed. I wore his promises like my grandmother's treasured locket. But the Devereauxs changed tactics. A new cruelty. They gave Beau an ultimatum: produce an heir with a "suitable" woman. He begged me to understand, a "formality" before we could truly be together. Then Savannah Sinclair, polished and ambitious, entered our lives. Soon, Savannah was pregnant, and the "little longer" stretched into an eternity. Savannah became a constant, cruel presence, plotting against me at every turn. She maliciously framed me for harming their newborn daughter, Charlotte, planting "evidence" and staging hysterical outbursts. My protests fell on deaf ears; Beau let his parents lock me in a cold guesthouse. "Why, Ella? Why would you hurt my child?" Beau asked, his voice like shards of glass. My heart shattered. His child, not ours. Where was the man who once shielded me? Then, Savannah escalated, wearing my grandmother's locket, brazenly claiming Beau gave it to her. When I lunged for it, she feigned injury, shrieking about her "baby." Beau rushed in, his rage blinding him. He shoved me hard, my head cracking against marble. Before I could explain, his father, Augustus, raised his hand and struck me across the face. Beau watched it all, his back turned to me, to the truth, to everything we had ever been. His silence was consent. His inaction was betrayal. In that agonizing moment, I knew: I had to get out. I would leave, but not before they learned the cost of their cruelty./0/84179/coverorgin.jpg?v=3607a7fddffb0688d0aa7a11b66aaecf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Victim to Victor: My Wedding Day
My phone buzzed on a greasy workbench, a picture lighting up the screen: Jenny, my fiancée, on her "find herself" trip, wrapped not in a sleeping bag alone, but entwined with another man, Caleb, his smug face half-hidden in her hair. My world, built for five years, shattered instantly. I tried to break it off, blocking her number, but she showed up at my apartment, furious about the canceled wedding, Caleb smirking behind her. Then, hours later, a call from the hospital: Jenny, admitted for "emotional distress," listing me as her emergency contact. My parents, her mother, Caleb – they all ambushed me, shaming me for "breaking her heart over a misunderstanding." Caleb, with a straight face, swore it was innocent. Trapped, exhausted, I gave in, letting them all win. But the moment I found Caleb in my apartment, wearing my shirt, with Jenny spinning a flimsy tale about a clogged drain, I knew. They thought I was stupid, that I' d swallow their blatant lies. The ache in my chest vanished, replaced by a cold, hard certainty. I was done being the victim. This wasn't just over; it was going to end on my terms. I picked up my phone, dialing a number I' d carefully acquired. I needed everything: photos, videos, timestamps. The wedding was in two weeks. And I was going to use every single minute./0/38343/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b8aaaa2690be7eb02f5d4561412b449&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Me, Hug Me
Nancy Martin was an orphan. Later she was adopted by an old woman whom she called grandmother. It can be said that her grandmother is her only family in the world. When Nancy was 18 years old. Her grandmother was in need of a large operation. In order to earn money for medical expenses, she chooses to work in a bar. It was there that Nancy met Ned Green. For Nancy, Ned is her luck, her hope, and her redeemer./0/83084/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202124&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband's Hidden Empire
Our tenth anniversary was supposed to be a romantic surprise, a special night at a chic downtown hotel. Instead, I found Ethan there, shirtless on the edge of the bed, with Chloe, a young woman barely out of college, looking flustered in a hotel robe. My world shattered as his gaze flickered, murmuring it was a "drunken mistake." Then, Chloe dramatically wailed about her lost virginity, prompting Ethan to declare he "had to be responsible" for her, completely dismissing our ten years together. The betrayal deepened when I later found their chat messages, exposing years of calculated financial deception and mockery: he' d let me fund our life on my teacher's salary, all while he and Chloe secretly built a multi-million-dollar gaming empire. The final, depraved blow came in a package: my old miscarriage records, alongside the meticulously preserved body of Whiskers, my beloved cat who' d vanished months prior. I collapsed, the world spinning, battling a raging fever that blurred days into a nightmarish delirium. How could the man I cherished, the partner I poured my entire heart and savings into, be capable of such chilling cruelty, such a systematic destruction of my sanity and life? But as I drifted close to death, clinging to the unwavering comfort of my old flame, Liam, a fierce, cold spark ignited within me. I wasn't just Sarah, Ethan's victim; I was Sarah, and I was going to fight back, expose their lies, reclaim my stolen future, and finally find my way home./0/18632/coverorgin.jpg?v=c95de987c094adf4df95fcd3cc8cf459&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Girl, Long Time No See
The moment she witnessed her fiance’s betrayal, Leah’s heart shattered into a million pieces. She never would have thought that Luciam, the charming CEO of the top company in the world, would propose to her on the spot. She was the girl he had spent all those years missing and looking for, the only one who could bring warmth back to his cold heart. But there was one problem: she didn’t know who he was anymore. Now that he had found her and she was back in his arms, he would never let her run away from him ever again./0/27549/coverorgin.jpg?v=6518c2da44acac01af78c322565a831e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Life in Darkness
Sheena Carlos, when she was young, did not have the same experiences as other people. She was never allowed to leave their mansion, and her parents even forced her to work as a maid. Sheena could not see the true beauty of nature as she grew up, she could not have learned to read or write without the support of her mother, Esme, and Tina would never have managed to learn the stuff she should've just learned. That's Sheena Carlos' living inside their mansion, as if they don't consider her a child./0/56177/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa03967db47e2051dd255c590a448471&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Fashion Designer
In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?/0/84805/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205058&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Unanswered Messages
Today was my 27th birthday, and also the day I buried my adoptive mother-the only family I' d ever known. Standing in the silent funeral home, the heavy scent of lilies mixing with antiseptic, I clutched the cold urn, while my husband, Ethan Miller, was nowhere to be found. Not a call, not a text, not even a presence at the hospital when she passed, or here now to say goodbye. The brutal realization hit me: my marriage was as hollow as this empty room. Just as I resolved to leave, my life took a dark, unexpected turn. His sister, Chloe, sauntered in with a smirk, calling me a "placeholder" for Sarah Chen, her eyes dripping with disdain for my simple black dress. Then Ethan walked in, beaming, with Sarah by his side, holding a bouquet of gardenias-her flowers, not mine. He ordered me, his wife, to prepare the guest room next to his for his mistress, Sarah. Sarah, a woman who looked eerily like me, then offered me her diamond bracelet as a "birthday gift" -a cruel, glittering symbol of my humiliation. My refusal was met with Ethan' s seething rage; "Take the bracelet!" he snarled, as if my dignity was an inconvenience. My quiet compliance, my shell of a self, was not the reaction he expected. Later that painful night, a chilling revelation struck me: his pet name for me, "Lily-flower," was never for me at all-it was always for her, for Sarah, the gardenia. I was just a substitute. But the final blow arrived when Sarah staged a fake allergic reaction to my soup, blaming me. Faced with protecting Maria, our kind housekeeper, from their cruel lies, I took the blame. And for that, Ethan forced a vile, burning liquid down my throat. This was not just abuse; it was a twisted game orchestrated to break me. Lying on the floor, choking on the bitter taste of betrayal, I knew one thing: I would leave, and I would never look back./0/73698/coverorgin.jpg?v=262fdc9cd8c0189bd59d36e0ac2f81fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE RETURN OF THE CEO'S SECRETARY
Sophia Winters thought her life was finally taking a turn for the better when she became a secretary at Blackwell Enterprises. However, her world is shattered when she discovers that her boss, Mr. Johnson, is not only corrupt but also responsible for her family's downfall. Framed for a crime she didn't commit and thrown into prison, she loses everything, including her newborn child. But fate grants her a second chance. After a near-death experience and a complete transformation, she returns stronger, wealthier, and unrecognizable. Determined to reclaim her life and expose the truth, she wages a silent war against the Blackwell family. However, her plans are complicated by her unresolved love for Williams, the one man she thought she could trust. As secrets unravel and revenge takes its course, Sophia must decide whether love is worth the risk or if some betrayals can never be forgiven./0/83710/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202817&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wine Cellar Wife
I was nine months pregnant with twins, and my doctor gravely told me I needed an emergency C-section due to a life-threatening complication. My Hamptons mansion, built on the legacy of my husband Ethan' s old-money family, felt like a safe haven, especially after I saved his life from an F4 tornado. But as I drove home to tell him, I saw her car, Chloe' s sleek black Mercedes, parked outside. Chloe, his high school sweetheart, the "one that got away," had returned, claiming a fragile heart condition, and within moments, my urgent medical need was dismissed as "drama." Ethan, blinded by Chloe' s theatrics, accused me of seeking attention and brutally shoved me into the soundproof wine cellar, locking me in for three days to "teach me a lesson." Trapped and alone, my body began to fail, suffering a catastrophic uterine rupture as I fought to save our babies. My first twin, a tiny boy, was born still, lifeless in my arms, and then came the terrifying silence of my second child, lost before even drawing a breath. I bled to death on that cold, damp floor, clutching my stillborn son, realizing the man I loved had used my strength, my very resilience, to kill me. Three days later, my husband and his mistress were celebrating their engagement, completely unaware of the horror I endured, until my doctor, Marcus Vance, walked in, armed with the coroner's report and Chloe' s real medical history, ready to expose the truth to the entire Hamptons elite and the world./0/86213/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527101907&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Empire of Ash, A Heart of Steel
To save his date from a spilled drink, he ripped my mother's priceless shawl from my shoulders and used it as a rag. In front of a thousand people, Kurt Salazar showed me my place. But the ultimate humiliation was yet to come. He had me design my own wedding gown-only to use it for his public proposal to another woman. The shock nearly killed me, landing me in the hospital with a literally broken heart. He thought I was just another mess to be cleaned up. He didn't know that from the shards of my heart, a new designer would be born. Now, his name is a curse, his fortune is ash, and he's obsessed with the woman whose soul he tried to steal. He's about to learn that some debts can only be paid in ruin!/0/29270/coverorgin.jpg?v=e985c9390af608fabd2eb9a1c62285b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Substitute Bride
Living a simple life has always been her dream, but her life became a misery after she made the biggest mistake of becoming a substitute bride for the sake of her best friend. Chloe Orlando is a young orphan that lived with her only friend, after the death of her late parent. Her life took another turn when she had to pose as Jeffrey Ramos' bride on his wedding day, in the place of her best friend. She thought it was just a one time thing, but what happens when her life and career is now at stake, and the only way to save herself is to marry the young billionaire for real? Do you think she'll be able to cope in the marriage, especially knowing that his heart still belongs to her best friend?.../1/108740/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260304181852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
