Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Sinner's Love
"Christine Smith is a common and ordinary girl, who is always optimistic. She married her first love, Kevin Lee, after graduation. At that time, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world. But she never thought Kevin let her sleep with Sheldon Collins in order to get higher status and more money from Sheldon because Sheldon is the richest and most powerful man in Z country. Knowing the truth, Christine chose to divorce right away. At the civil Affairs Bureau, when she had just finished divorcing, Sheldon suddenly came up and said to her: “Let’s get married, I’ll be responsible for you!”. Christine has mixed feelings...."/1/107178/coverorgin.jpg?v=4814ea349cb5c8afa95608c3ee7b1ce2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather
I caught my boyfriend cheating. So I went to the one man he feared most-his father. But heartbreak turned into hate. And hate led me straight into Asher's arms. Now I'm caught in something twisted and wrong... It was meant to hurt him. Still he won't let me go without a fight. Asher Thompson isn't just a father. He's the man behind the mask. A mafian billionaire who hides his criminal empire beneath silk suits and polite smiles. And now, he owns me. I wanted revenge, to make Henry hurt. But each time Asher took me apart with a look. And every time I try to leave, he drags me deeper into his world of secrets and sin. He touches me like he owns me. He looks at me like I was made to be his. But I don't know what's worse, the pain Henry caused... Or how much I still feel for him, even while I'm in his father's bed. And when the truth comes out? Someone's going to bleed. And I'm not sure I want to survive it. This started with heartbreak. Now it's war. And I'm the one holding the match./0/84182/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251103183917&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Husband's Unforgivable Sin
It was our restaurant' s 5th anniversary of its first Michelin star, a night my husband Andrew and I always celebrated. I was pregnant with our first child, a dream we had talked about since college. But Andrew wasn't here; he was in San Francisco for an "emergency board meeting." So, I decided to surprise him at his downtown office, box of his favorite cronuts in hand, with our Golden Retriever, Buddy. The smile I prepared died on my face the moment I pushed open his office door. Andrew wasn't alone. He was entangled with his junior partner, Molly Johns, on his expensive mahogany desk. "Since Gabby got pregnant, she's always tired. All this 'nesting' bullshit. It's a complete turn-off," Andrew laughed, his words a cold dagger. The box of cronuts slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud. My world shattered when Molly, sensing my panic on the fire escape, shoved me, and I tumbled down the slick metal stairs. The last thing I saw before blacking out was blood, so much blood, and Andrew choosing to steady Molly instead of reaching for me. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed, my stomach flat and empty. Our baby was gone. Andrew came in, disheveled, but not heartbroken, and later, I overheard him promise Molly he' d "make it up to her." My heart, already broken, turned to dust. How could he? How could the man I loved, the father of my lost child, not only betray me but then side with my attacker? How could anyone be so cold, so utterly without conscience? The injustice burned through me, but it also crystallized my resolve. With Buddy' s warm head in my lap, the only comfort left, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer. "I need you to draft divorce papers," I said, my voice shockingly steady, "Effective immediately."/0/39754/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230818185729&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming the Ruthless Mafia Billionaire
“People afraid of death are greedy for life.” That was the belief of Alessandro Angelo, the Italian mafia billionaire. The one who fears no one, not even death. He lived his life everyday as if it was his last. Trained only to obey orders and keep no emotions. But what happens when he comes across a cheerful, bubbly Isabella Marco, the girl whose charm could lit up even the darkest portion of the coldest heart. Slowly and unknowingly for Alessandro, he started to want more; getting greedy for life, gradually going against his life principle. One day an order came in: “kill her or you die” Will he allow his cold self be smitten by her infectious personality or end her life as he was ordered?/0/84495/coverorgin.jpg?v=838715051b808e286e7793ef478c3e89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chance, Second Curse
The white ceiling was unbearably familiar. I was supposed to be dead, incinerated in a lab accident ten years ago, but instead, I was back, staring at the ceiling of the hotel suite where my marriage to Sophia Hayes began. My second chance. Instead of a fresh start, I walked into the same hollow wedding, only to be ambushed by Director Thompson. He dropped a bombshell: my marriage was a cover, Sophia was an intelligence agent, and my cutting-edge Manticore Project was the target of her operation. Forced to play the loving husband, every affectionate gesture felt like a lie. The bitterest pill was seeing Sophia, my wife, constantly meeting with Liam Carter, my rival from a past life. I watched them in the park, saw her laugh and hold his hand, the warmth she never showed me, fueling a rage that culminated in me shattering our wedding photo. Why was she so readily giving him what I craved? The official explanation – it was all part of the mission – felt hollow. It was a hell I' d already lived, but this time, the betrayal was sanctioned, and I was just a patriotic fool. Then, I followed them to a clandestine meeting, only to overhear Liam demand my Manticore data. Before I could process Sophia seemingly agreeing to hand over my life' s work, I was caught in a federal sting. Liam escaped, and I was arrested for espionage, with Sophia, my own wife, claiming full responsibility and confirming I was her co-conspirator. Her complete and utter betrayal, putting me in jail, all to protect him, shattered my soul. I had traded one prison for another, a cage of unrequited love for one of national conspiracy. My second chance was quickly becoming a second curse./0/25049/coverorgin.jpg?v=88577bcfe27ab75908a3a7cfbc5c63fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Love you, Mr. Moon
Ashtrella longed all her life for that one guy she had been pining for since high school. She always knew they were a perfect match. He was kind and handsome, even going out of his way to help her out when someone tried to bully her. How can she not fall for the guy? When she learned that he had built his own company, she did everything in her power to join him, studying and working so hard that she had accelerated on top of all her peers. Years later, as they meet again, will he be able to remember who she was? Will their love affair finally come to a sweet ending, or will the forces of nature that separated them when they were younger play a role in their lives again? -=-=- What do you think?/0/85903/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5153b90b9b4c56bec56b64c5cc05a28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride, Unexpected Proposal
Tonight was supposed to be the happiest night of my life, my engagement party to Alex Turner at the grand St. Regis ballroom. He was handsome, the heir to a fortune, and I had loved him for three years. As he reached for the ring, a woman stumbled in, disheveled and crying. "Alex!" she wailed, claiming she' d been drugged. It was Chloe Hayes, his childhood friend, the one he always called "just like a sister." Without a moment' s hesitation, Alex abandoned me on stage, scooping Chloe into his arms and disappearing into a private lounge. The crowd' s whispers and snickers burned my ears. "Did you see that? He just left her." "On their engagement night, too. How humiliating." My joy curdled into a cold, hard knot. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. How could he do this to me, after everything? Why was I always the one left behind, the one humiliated? Just as shame threatened to consume me, another figure stepped into the spotlight. It was Daniel Sterling, Alex' s business rival. He picked up the abandoned engagement ring, ascended the stage, and knelt before me. "He can' t even be bothered to give you the ring himself," he said, his eyes surprisingly kind. Then, he held up the ring and asked, "Jane Lim, he doesn' t deserve you. Will you marry me?" My mind went blank. He then pulled out a stunning emerald bracelet. "This is a Sterling family heirloom," he declared. "It belongs to the matriarch of our family. I want you to have it." In that moment, I saw a lifeline, a chance to reclaim my dignity. Looking at Daniel, a man I barely knew, offering more respect than Alex ever had, I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said, my voice shaking but clear. "I will."/0/72293/coverorgin.jpg?v=45355c20427d70c803edad4d9bc28dca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Burn for You
What would you do if everything you thought you knew about love, betrayal, and destiny was suddenly thrown into doubt? Ana is critically injured after an accident, mentioning the names of her husband Sebastián and Gabriel, an enigmatic man from her past. As the story jumps between the past, present, and future, hidden secrets, betrayals, and a devastating love triangle are revealed. Ana discovers that her marriage to Sebastián hides more lies than she ever imagined, while a dangerous connection with Gabriel begins to resurface. Caught between love, revenge, and family secrets, Ana must make decisions that will test her heart and her future. Will she heal and find peace, or burn for them? A tale of passion, betrayal, and redemption that will keep you hooked until the very end./0/98418/coverorgin.jpg?v=262d0c6319776b6b44801bba09251183&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Love for him was Gone Forever
The marriage between Joslyn and Kade was a union of two prominent families in the city, but it also hid her deep, unrequited love. Five years ago, she believed that Kade had lost his sexual function due to a car accident while saving her, so she willingly accepted a platonic marriage. She even continuously invested the profits of the her family into the his family to ease her guilt. It wasn't until a chance encounter that she discovered Kade's affair with his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, that she realized the so-called "secret illness" was all a lie. Kade had not only fully recovered but had been spiking her drinks with sleeping pills for a long time. Moreover, due to a misunderstanding from when she returned from being taken away by her uncle-mistakenly deemed as being from a "place of ill repute"-he considered her "dirty" and deliberately kept his distance. More cruelly, the car accident back then was not to save her but because Kade was on his way to pick up Scarlett at the airport. The series of betrayals and schemes finally awakened Joslyn. Under constant threat from Kade and Scarlett, she faced numerous dangers-from being pushed in front of a knife, undergoing skin grafts, to nearly falling off a cliff due to tampered brakes. Ultimately, she decided to sever ties with the past and, with her uncle's assistance, went abroad. Overseas, Joslyn found her true self, pursued a PhD in finance, and took over her family business. Unexpectedly, she encountered Kade again while dealing with gangsters. Kade, now truly remorseful, did everything to protect her from the gang, even sacrificing the his family's interests, yet it couldn't undo the past wounds. Meanwhile, Kade's half-brother, Nicolas, allied with Scarlett to disrupt the family inheritance. In the end, both Nicolas and Kade perished in an explosion. Years later, Joslyn became a CEO. She let go of past love and hatred, established a foundation to support African communities in accordance with Kade's last wish, and shifted her life's focus to greater love and responsibility, embarking on a new chapter truly her own./0/82305/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca23d7b0fb9bc2c66ff7e0b60aaf93db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Couldn't Keep
Ava Miller' s marriage to Ethan Hayes was a hollow shell. He was charming in public, a ghost at home, leaving her alone in a king-sized bed feeling the gnawing loneliness of a woman yearning for connection. One evening, she found his emails. A thread titled "Us" with her friend Chloe Vance revealed his shattering confession: "My dearest Chloe, this waiting is torture. I dream of the day we can finally build the future we talk about." Ethan coldly admitted he married Ava for "image," adding "Nothing physical has happened with Chloe. Not yet." Later, he ruthlessly offered a full divorce settlement in exchange for Ava' s kidney to save Chloe, making her literally pay for her freedom. Post-surgery, Ava witnessed Ethan' s unwavering devotion to Chloe, a cruel contrast. His ultimate indifference solidified during a restaurant fire when he shielded Chloe, leaving Ava to escape alone without a backward glance. How could a man be so utterly heartless? The final blow: Ethan' s drunken confession that Ava "meant nothing" and their marriage was Chloe' s scheme to stay close. This calculated betrayal snapped every last tie. With stark clarity and profound relief, Ava walked away, ready to reclaim her life and find genuine love./0/52582/coverorgin.jpg?v=78c5f436e6e8798a0d1ac0d7334f0098&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello, My Ex! This is My Daughter From New Husband
Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?/0/86216/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527101907&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What It Takes To Mend A Broken Heart
I was his secret weapon, the ghostwriter of his success, the woman whose soul he stole and put on display. He took my designs, gave the credit to his socialite fiancée, and then offered me cash to "handle" our unborn child. He left me broken on a rain-slicked New York street, believing I was just another problem solved. But in Paris, I rebuilt myself, my pain becoming the blueprint for an architectural masterpiece that would win the world's most prestigious award. Now he's lost everything, haunted by the genius he discarded. He's come back, begging to rebuild the bridge he burned. But some foundations are too shattered to ever be repaired./0/48984/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1de035e457881b621d5a845723cdfcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bride Behind The Mask
He ruled as the powerful and ruthless king of the magnificent realm of Stonebridge, with the ability to shape his fortunes effortlessly. However, fate led him into a carefully planned marriage of convenience with her. While he projected an image of invincibility, keeping others at a distance, deep down, he held her close in his heart, yearning for her both physically and emotionally. “Marguerite, I searched tirelessly for fifteen long years just to find you. Please, I beg you, never leave me again, alright? I love you more than words can express. From the darkest nights to the first light of dawn, from twilight to every season, my love for you knows no bounds.” He whispered gentle words of affection and endless declarations of love, wanting to share them all with her. Despite her unassuming appearance, she became the precious../1/117347/coverorgin.jpg?v=d96ce8ec09754ebd7cb33d55112d2cc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THREE-YEARS CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE HOT BILLIONAIRE
"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?/0/21764/coverorgin.jpg?v=77a39bc60d13a8aa92e91b0b17d22fee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Guarding the Badboy
Everybody wants to be protected. Everybody wants to be secured. In every story, if you are one of those "important" people, your life will be filled with threats so there are people around you to protect you, the guardians. Sometimes, or almost always, the damsel in distress is always the one being protected. Dreaming of their "Prince Charming" or maybe a "Knight in Shining Armor" ...but now, I will prove to you that a woman can also protect an "important" person... only that... ...he's a badboy. I am guarding the badboy and this is my story./0/99044/coverorgin.jpg?v=01973ccca1d123f5137c7e127411e4fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets Between Hearts Beneath the Lies
Every heart has a secret... But some secrets can ruin everything. Harper never thought that love could lead to betrayal and passion. She is torn between wanting to know the truth and believing the lies. She needs to find the truth before the lies take over her and the people she loves. In a world where trust is low and every heartbeat counts, can love last when hearts are broken? Desire hides betrayal, and passion hides lies. Nothing is safe under the lies, not even love. Can she trust again.... before is too late./0/80428/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193601&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unspoken Farewell
I was Emily Rose, a top-tier law student, interning at the prestigious Kent Corporation. William Kent, the notorious playboy heir, relentlessly pursued me, and I fell hard, believing I was finally his "one." Old Man Kent had even announced a challenge: the woman who could tame William for six months would be the next Mrs. Kent. I pictured a future, a ring, a life. Then the news broke: Sophia Vanderbilt, William’s society-approved match, staged a public, bloody suicide attempt, blaming me as the gold-digging home-wrecker. William, to save his family's reputation and his own ascent, instantly turned on me, calling me a calculating liar. The Kents ensured my scholarship vanished, my reputation was shredded, and I became a corporate pariah. They didn't stop there; my nurse mother was framed for theft, and my younger brother faced drug charges. My world burned as their lawyers offered a chilling ultimatum: confess and disappear, or my family would face ruin. I refused, and the next day, a black SUV ran a red light. Then, nothing. Until I snapped awake, back at the very Kent gala where William first charmed me – the night it all began. My heart hammered, a wild bird trapped, but this time, it vibrated with a cold, clear resolve. Why was I back? To relive this nightmare, this betrayal? No, this time, I wouldn't be their lamb. I met William's gaze, my eyes cold and flat: "Not yours, Mr. Kent. Excuse me." This time, the game was mine to play./0/85434/coverorgin.jpg?v=8618968b2fe332f69ee0af8aa01435f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love’s End, Her New Beginning
For five years, my life was Liam Vance, the visionary I helped build an empire with, sketching user interfaces on napkins and designing the very buildings that housed his dreams. Then he brought Chloe Davis home, an aspiring influencer all wide eyes and soft smiles, and my world started to crack. He began showering her with affection, calling her "pure," while subtly eroding my confidence, telling me I was "too ambitious," "like a shark." The criticism was a constant hum, culminating in his promise to marry me "just as soon as you learn to be as sweet and compliant as Chloe." The humiliations started small, then grew brutal. I was forced to kneel and spoon-feed Chloe while our friends watched, locked in a freezing server room until I missed a career-defining project, and made a human target for a combat drone, all while his staff called her "Mrs. Vance." Each atrocity chipped away at me, symbolized by the architectural models he' d had custom-made for our future, each one now sinking into the river, a painful reminder of a lie. I had no choice but to endure, trapped by the scholarship he funded for my younger brother, Ethan, my only family, my only weakness. But when, at a public gala, he let his men strip me naked and throw me onto a stage while he proposed to Chloe, something inside me snapped. Then, there was Ethan. In a cold, glass-walled conference room, Liam, fueled by a possessive rage, pulled a gun and shot my innocent brother, killing the only family I had left. The world went silent, everything turning to dust, but in that void, a cold, sharp resolve began to crystalize. I burned the last model, a miniature wedding chapel, watched our future turn to ash, and finally, unequivocally, walked away, leaving him and five years of memories behind./0/85747/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cc4f5e13dd1b24148c9d13acf898a60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage Application: A Fateful Revelation
"Next." The words called out at city hall, flat and mundane, were supposed to usher me into a new life with Chloe, the woman I' d loved for ten years. Chloe nudged me, impatient. "Mark, that's us. Hurry up." But as the clerk took the marriage application, her voice, initially bored, turned sharp: "Mark Peterson and… Kevin Peterson? Is this correct?" Chloe froze, her perfectly sculpted face contorting in confusion and rage. "What did you say?" The clerk pointed, revealing my brother' s name where hers should have been. "That's two male names. We can't process this." Chloe snatched the application, her eyes scanning, then fixed on me, venomous. "Mark! What is this? Why is your brother's name on here? Where's the real application?" In a flash, a memory surfaced: my past life, on my deathbed at 52, Chloe and Kevin holding hands. They demanded I sign divorce papers, asking not about my pain, but about their "true love" having waited so long. For thirty years, they had used me, behind my back, living off my money. The woman I would have died for, in another life, nearly made me. But this wasn't that life. This was my second chance. "There is no other application," I stated, my voice steady, pulling out a blank form. "You and Kevin can fill this one out. I'm sure he'll be happy to sign it." Confusion, then chilling anger warred on her face. Her perfectly crafted world was crumbling, and she had no idea why. She didn't know the story of the man she had betrayed, not really. I walked away from her, not looking back, the marriage application to my brother a stark symbol of her true place in my life-and his. This time, I' d choose my own path./0/38816/coverorgin.jpg?v=c698af4d3c0afa19b148175dc02da05a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
