Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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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=c8b7ad356b2a9e3cb497c9c7cf88f09f&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)
Moonlit Billionaire: Alpha Secrets
Beneath the full moon, secrets ignite. Ava Sinclair is a brilliant heiress hiding a dangerous past that could destroy everything she holds dear. Adrian Blackwood is a powerful billionaire with a secret darker than anyone could imagine. Their worlds collide in a storm of passion and intrigue. Sparks fly, loyalties are tested, and every choice brings them closer to danger-and each other. As nights grow longer and the moon rises higher, Ava begins to uncover the truth behind Adrian's mysterious life. She must decide whether love is worth the risk when desire and danger blur. Experience romance, mystery, and supernatural thrills in Moonlit Billionaire: Alpha Secrets./0/84023/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203509&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blacklisted Boyfriend
The sharp sound of a key in my own front door jolted me awake on Thanksgiving night. It wasn't my key, and it certainly wasn't my hand. My boyfriend Matthew' s mother burst in, unleashing a tirade about me not cooking Thanksgiving dinner, followed by Matthew himself, reeking of alcohol. Instead of intervening, Matthew demanded an apology from me, then shockingly slapped me across the face. He proceeded to violently drag me by my hair, throwing me out of my own apartment and deadbolting the door. When the police arrived, Matthew and his mother effortlessly played the victims, painting me as an unstable, dramatic girlfriend. He then cornered me, his face inches from mine, threatening to ruin my career if I dared to show the security footage of his abuse. The officers, buying their act hook, line, and sinker, dismissed it as a "family dispute," leaving me alone, violated, and trapped with my abusers while they smirked in victory. Bruised, humiliated, and utterly betrayed, trapped in my apartment with the very man who just assaulted me, I knew I had to escape this nightmare. That' s when I decided, the moment I get out, I would call the only person who could truly help me: my father, Harrison Johns./0/80425/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ac10c6275097000e01d9f428312a8c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Bells, Death Knells
Seven years of my life were stolen, locked away for a crime I didn't commit. Now, out of that concrete cage, the California sun feels alien against my skin, and the only thing I crave is peace. Not salvation, not forgiveness, just a final resting place: my ashes scattered among the ancient Redwoods I once dreamed of with him. But achieving even that final wish requires money, a sum I, a pariah with a prison record, can barely imagine. So, I swallow my pride and take a job in the opulent heart of Los Angeles. On my first shift, amidst the clinking glasses and hushed power plays, I hear a familiar laugh. Liam. The man I still love, the man who believed I was a murderer, who saw me imprisoned for his sister’s recklessness. He’s not alone. My former best friend, now his fiancée, Jess, is by his side. Their eyes, once filled with affection, now gleam with cold fury and malicious triumph. They relish in my humiliation, forcing me to clean up their messes, parading their love in front of me, a constant reminder of the life I lost. Why do I endure this exquisite torture? Why do I allow the man I cherished to break me, piece by agonizing piece? Because I’m dying, and this agonizing job is my only chance to fulfill my last desire. Then, Liam offers me a new role: his personal attendant. A public spectacle of my subservience, designed to parade my shame at every elite gathering. The pay? Substantial. A devil’s bargain, perhaps, but it's the only key to the Redwoods. I accept, my dignity traded for a final breath of freedom among the trees./0/82928/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201848&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Quiet Wife Roared
I was Sarah Miller, publicly humiliated and discarded by NFL star Ethan Vance on his draft day. Branded a gold digger, I vanished, rebuilding my life and secretly marrying billionaire philanthropist Alexander Sterling. Five years of quiet happiness passed. But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. While on a simple errand, I unexpectedly collided with Ethan and his arrogant fiancée, my former intern. Their taunts instantly dragged me back into the nightmare. My attempt to assert my new reality – that I was married – was met with cruel laughter. Ethan snatched my Sterling Foundation card, mocking it as a fake, calling me a delusional liar and a thief. His rage escalating, he brutally crushed my hand in a car door, then locked me in a stadium utility room. Later, he dragged my battered self onto a championship ballroom stage, publicly branding me a stalker and criminal, while displaying my bandaged hand. Why was this nightmare happening again? Was I destined to be forever haunted by my past, my worth shattered anew? But just as he prepared to deliver his final, devastating blow, the grand ballroom doors dramatically swung open. My husband, Alexander Sterling, stood there, a quiet force of nature. My past had tried to consume me, but it was about to meet its match./0/18476/coverorgin.jpg?v=d92550a12753688f74bce14acb540d5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Closer I Get to You
Yana is a young and strong girl. She tries all means to get money for her brother’s surgery. She sells herself to the handsome and rich playboy Albert for three months because he promises to give her 100 million. However, three months later, her brother dies of a heart attack, Albert also leaves her and goes back to his first girlfriend. In great sadness, she finds herself pregnant with a baby of Albert. But she decides to live to the most with this new life. Three years later she succeeds and comes back. In her eyes, men are just toys in her hand. What she may do to the man she once loved? What kind of story may happen to them?/0/80738/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194009&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Intern's Secret
My husband Mark insisted all our earnings fund our "shared future," but his idea of a partnership involved a $150 weekly allowance for me, while he managed everything else. When I spent my hard-earned bonus treating colleagues to lunch, Mark exploded, publicly shaming me, canceling the payment, and emptying my card on the spot. His hypocrisy shattered when I discovered him lavishing expensive gifts on his intern, Jessica, who then announced her pregnancy with his child. My "future" was a lie, and his control spiraled into terrifying physical and emotional abuse, trapping me in our home. How could the man who promised a life together become a manipulative captor, building a secret family while choking the life out of me? As I secretly packed to escape, Mark found me. In a drunken fury, he turned violent, then lunged at Jessica, who arrived just then, paperweight in hand. In a blur of instinct, I shoved a bookshelf. He fell. Dead. Ruled accidental, his demise freed me, yet the true cost of my liberty, and the woman I’ve become, remains to be seen./0/25203/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5c6faec88adb48b01cc0ff34d7216cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wager on Love
"Three years ago, Chynna Jewell was a freshman; during a summer vacation, she lost her way. She strayed into Joshua Baker's house and was forced to sleep with him all night. Three years later, her family was in decline and she was forced to attend a dinner party to meet the upper class. When she met him again, at this time, this man was already the president of the Bulcheri Empire, attractive and dazzling. He missed her for three years, deep into his bones, and just wanted to lock her by his side for a lifetime. She hated him and wanted to escape, but she couldn't escape from his palm."/0/86057/coverorgin.jpg?v=81a3ff7c2453d3a7a6d329cbef3110b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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SELLINA
Son, hurry up, run away! Hurry up while she's gone! ”Said manang Eding who was the maid in my mansion where SELLina is now… "But mom! What if Demon finds out I'm not there! ??? and what if he finds out you helped me escape, you'll definitely be kicked out of here mom, how about that? He might get hurt !!" he left the mansion while the old man pushed his back/0/80269/coverorgin.jpg?v=04cc917287b6ea123b394b18cb3d4fe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Marriage, His Secret Sons
My life with Ethan Hayes was the American dream: a brilliant tech visionary, a devoted husband, and a seemingly perfect marriage. He built her a state-of-the-art lab, named a literacy program after her, and swore he'd walk away from everything for her. I believed him, utterly, deeply, until I stumbled upon a hidden folder on his laptop. There, I found photos of Chloe Van Doren holding two baby boys, clearly Ethan's sons, his secret family. Dates on the pictures stretched back over a year, overlapping perfectly with our "perfect" marriage. The horror of his betrayal was matched only by the shocking truth she carried: I was also pregnant with his child, a dream now turned into a nightmare. Every loving gesture, every tender word, every shared memory was instantly poisoned by his calculated deceit. How could the man I loved be so captivatingly charming, yet so utterly, viciously deceptive? I was trapped in a gilded cage of his lies, my trust shattered beyond repair. I couldn't just walk away and be free; his control ran too deep. So, I had to choose a more extreme escape plan. I had to vanish, leaving behind nothing but a tragic, staged death./0/45540/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c1ea48f064c47356850dc1eb16d7f87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
It is Either You, Or No One
"I don't need a therapist!" George growled. "You need one, son," his Mom persuaded gently. "The therapist will live with you so that things can be done fast and in a discreet manner," she added. "Trust me, I am going to make this place hell for her— if she dares come..." *** Now, We all have paths that our minds shouldn't travel, and some of us think what we have done is just too bad to be forgiven; same goes for Georgia. When Georgia found someone who could keep her secret and still 'love' her, she got married to him only to find out later on that he was a total jerk. It gets interesting when Jack divorced Georgia and she got a contract to be an indoor therapist for a billionaire firm owner.../0/90281/coverorgin.jpg?v=faf27a6eb883ab4e37b1277bfb693239&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His For A Year: The Basketball Lord's
"I know you need someone to teach you basketball," he started, only confusing me further, "so I'm yours for now, if you'll be mine for a year." What was happening? ♠ Kim Stan, a renowned romance author, has a secret: she doesn't believe in love. When she's forced to write a sports novel, she's stuck – until she meets Austin Hames, a charming basketball star. Austin needs a girlfriend to secure his CEO position, and Kim needs his sports expertise. They agree to a mutually beneficial deal: Austin will help Kim with her novel, and she'll pretend to be his girlfriend for a year. Surely that can't be that bad, right? But that seems unlikely when things start to get heated between them. As they spend more time together, questions that shouldn't be starts popping up, things like... Will they leave after the one year? Or would their fake relationship turn into real love.../0/22231/coverorgin.jpg?v=29aabdaf54c4ca8f6e7e4b46acdf7ee9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MARTYR
Hailey Amaranth, did everything just to make her husband Hunter Lewis love her. A man that she took and should have married her best friend. Hunter promised that he will make Hailey's life miserable and hell. Chaotic, both hurt and both destroyed. Who amongst the two is the real victim, the abductor abused, or the abducted abusive? Is there any hope that they can reconcile or will the wounds remain to deepen in their hearts?/0/18633/coverorgin.jpg?v=6889bae8df84ece32f71c921f6b1103e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal of Love: Ex-husband Comes To Me Again
It was a strange night for Windy when she caught Shawn, the man who once swore to marry her, and her own sister having a passionate scene before their wedding. Although Shawn insisted that he had mistaken Carol by accident, Windy was well aware of the fact that he had feelings towards her sister since they met for the first time. This misleading romance had lasted for two years so far, which was a long time for Windy. However, she couldn't allow it to last any longer. As a result, Windy went on with the wedding even after what had happened. Eventually, she just gave up on him because of his unhealthy indifference and left him for good. Little did Shawn know that five years later, she would come back to conquer it all./0/80895/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f802e181cddae34c30fc20ad66e06a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Truth, Unsung
I married Liam Thorne, the love of my life, wearing a five-dollar thrift store dress. We ate pizza on museum steps, dreaming of a future where our shared music would change the world, just "us against everyone." I sacrificed everything for him: giving up my band's breakthrough gig, draining our meager savings for his mother's emergency surgery, and enduring ugly rumors and public scorn, all to pave the way for Liam's glittering career. My dreams faded, but his soared. As Liam transformed into a global rock superstar, my own life became a carefully constructed demolition. I was manipulated into a humiliating, sexualized music video, publicly branded a "desperate sellout," and then mercilessly blacklisted by the same industry that elevated him. When I was sick and broken, consumed by an autoimmune illness, the man I loved abandoned me, choosing manufactured fame and a new "power couple" over everything we'd built. I died alone, my life dismissed by the media as a tragic "trainwreck," just a footnote in his triumphant story. How could Liam Thorne, the boy who once held my hand and vowed "forever," so casually dismiss me as "unstable" while building his empire on my shattered dreams? Why was my truth buried with me, unheard, while his carefully crafted narrative reigned supreme? But now, my private journals—the raw, unfiltered record of every painful sacrifice, every calculated betrayal—have fallen into the hands of a fearless podcaster. The world is about to hear my voice, finally ready to uncover the shocking truth hidden beneath Liam Thorne's polished facade./0/85901/coverorgin.jpg?v=51bbb6eacc7878e21b6b5c1b8f820d95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage With That Ruthless CEO
My life was a perfectly curated dream. Three years with Ethan, a diamond on my finger, and a wedding just a week away-timed perfectly with my family's groundbreaking AI launch that he was a key part of. I, Ava Riley, the brilliant architect, had given him everything-my heart, my connections, my family' s influence. Then, he walked into our penthouse, his face grim, and shattered it all. "It' s Chloe," he said, his ex-girlfriend. "Her mother is dying. Her last wish is to see Chloe get married. To me." My fiancé was going to marry his ex-girlfriend days before our wedding, and he told me with clinical detachment, as if discussing a logistical minor issue. He said it was "filial piety," just "a ceremony, a piece of paper." He expected me to accept this monstrous betrayal, to be "reasonable." My heart didn' t just break, it congealed into ice. I was not his partner; I was a business asset, a temporary stepping stone in his grand design. The humiliation thickened when he had the audacity to suggest using our pre-paid waterfront wedding venue for his impromptu ceremony with Chloe. And then, his true colors emerged. As I refused, his charm vanished, replaced by ugly entitlement, culminating in his fingers digging into my arm. "You have until Saturday to come to your senses," he snarled. "You can either accept this with grace, or you can fight it and lose everything." That physical threat, the raw intimidation, was the final severance. The man I loved was gone, if he ever existed. Only a calculating, abusive stranger remained. I wouldn' t be his victim, nor a footnote in his story. No, I would not cry. I would not scream. I calmly called my brother, Liam. "The wedding is still on for next Saturday," I stated. "Find me a different groom." There was only one man who could make a statement, someone Ethan feared, someone who held a grudge as deep as mine: Lucas Thorne, my family's fiercest rival, a ruthless tech mogul. My brother had one simple question: "Are you sure? He's ruthless." My answer was already forming: "So am I, now." I would play his game, but I would win./0/98416/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a5caefb513b4a017443885469ef3d64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
