Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Dutiful Wife, His Undeniable Love
The familiar scent of Texas dust welcomed me home after weeks on a sold-out tour, but my mother's strained smile hinted at trouble. Over chicken-fried steak, she dropped a bombshell: an arranged marriage. Not in some period drama, but right here in the 21st century, between me, Ava Monroe, a musician building her own destiny, and Liam Sterling, the grandson of a man my father saved. It was a life-debt, a "gentleman's agreement" from before I was born, now pushed forward by a dying patriarch. I was blindsided, reeling from the archaic notion. This wasn't some fantasy; it was a contract, turning my life into a political maneuver for family honor. The agreement had a cruel twist: it only stood if I wasn't "seriously involved" with anyone. My single status, a consequence of artistic devotion, suddenly trapped me. They rushed the wedding, leaving me married to a handsome stranger who was meticulous, practical, and almost unsettlingly stoic. He treated me with perfect respect, yet his emotional distance left me feeling like a beautiful, but hollow, exhibit in his immaculate penthouse. Then came Victoria. Liam' s long-time, sophisticated pursuer, who saw me as an obstacle and made it clear I was an unwanted intrusion. A seed of raw jealousy took root, twisting my stomach. Was I just fulfilling a duty? Was he secretly longing for someone from his own world, someone who understood his life without constant explanation? Did he even want me, or was I just the inconvenient fulfillment of an ancient pact? I ran. But as I stood on the edge of a bridge, terrified before a charity bungee jump for all the world to see, facing a very real fear, a single thought consumed me. I desperately wished for Liam. And he appeared. He found me, just when I needed him most, pulling me into a fierce, possessive kiss. "I was jealous," he growled. That simple, honest confession shattered every barrier. He chose me. He always chose me. Amidst the chaos of my public life, my arranged marriage was finally becoming a love story, a destiny I was ready to embrace./0/87357/coverorgin.jpg?v=8628e3d1a88ec53f01880acbc8f404e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Deadly Embrace
My marriage to Kameron Stephens was perfect. He was handsome, powerful, and utterly devoted to me. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman in the world, and I believed them. One afternoon, I went to pick up my best friend’s son from kindergarten. But I froze when I saw my husband, Kameron, kneeling to tie the little boy's shoe. "Daddy, can we get ice cream?" the boy asked. The word slammed into me. Then a beautiful woman—an old friend he swore was just like family—walked up and kissed his cheek. Kameron wrapped an arm around her waist. A perfect family. My perfect husband, with his perfect secret son. The timeline clicked into place with cold precision. He had gotten her pregnant years ago, right after I caught them kissing and he begged me to take him back. All those years I pleaded for a baby, he put me off with sweet excuses, saying he wanted me all to himself. It was all a lie. He already had an heir. I was just a placeholder, a beautiful doll to show off to the world. That night, I hid in the shadows of our home and heard him on the phone with her. "Don't worry," he said, his voice cold. "I'll never let Hailey have a child. The Stephens' fortune will all be for Leo." My world shattered. He had stolen my chance at motherhood and built a family with another woman, while I was left with nothing but a hollow marriage and a legacy of lies./0/21494/coverorgin.jpg?v=17449cf5bb5946d4393830e67325bef8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLS #1: Red String of Fate
BLS #1 Aaron Samuel He's a Billionaire that gets worship by women and hate by man. He never fails to make girls screaming for him, he never tried hard to get a girl. All he do is winked and smirked, they fall to his feet. Never get rejected. Sophia Celastio She's completely a daddy's girl, sweetheart and an easy going girl. She doesn't like arrogant and heartless people, that's why she doesn't like when a billionaire hit on her. For Sophia, Billionaire always gets what they want and in the end of the day, they'll throw you like trash./0/18574/coverorgin.jpg?v=194733ebc94a0b86eca7485c9fc2a4a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Closer, The Better
It had been her grandfather’s last wish to see her wed to Arvin. However, on Belinda's wedding day, no sooner had they wedded than Arvin left his bride behind. The gossip spread like wildfire, and overnight, everyone took her as a joke. Since then, the fighting between them had no end. Until the fateful night when Belinda was drugged by her boss. She tried her best to go back home, but she ended up sleeping with Arvin. He instantly found himself both infatuated and addicted to her; while she found herself struggling to let him go./0/95793/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfb90cb8f44bd0f7d68f3e7052f206db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Possessed By The Mogul's Dark Will
I was his possession. The entire world knew that Jackson Walters, the ruthless tech mogul, had destroyed my life to claim me. Then he brought home his new intern, Kaila, and sat me down. "I've decided," he said casually, "I want you both." When I fought back, he dragged me to a remote warehouse to teach me a lesson. My parents were bound and gagged, suspended by ropes over a massive, grumbling wood chipper. He gave me ten seconds to accept Kaila, or he'd drop them. "I agree!" I screamed in surrender. But it was too late. A frayed rope snapped, and I watched my parents plunge into the machine's grinding teeth. The horror of it all killed me. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his bed. The date on my phone was the day he brought Kaila home. This time, I wouldn't fight him. I would be his perfect, obedient wife. And while he was distracted, I would fake my own death and disappear forever./0/65944/coverorgin.jpg?v=3213d8c0e3fe42f38872874fda431860&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled with mr billionaire
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Barbara ." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Barbara ." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Barbara ." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where shouldn't g-go. "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble. I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded . "Yes Mr. Parker." Parker Luke, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Sarah Barbara , 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Sarah comes as a babysitter of Luke's son? Let's find out in the story...../1/101958/coverorgin.jpg?v=340c894240726221c2ff47483a80177c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Grand Remorse
For nearly a decade, I was the perfect wife to Grant Sloan, sacrificing my own dreams to support his meteoric rise. But when I saw a photo of him at a company gala with his young intern, Kylee, his hand on her back and a smile I hadn't seen in years, I knew my marriage was over. My world shattered further when my younger sister, Aubrie, was assaulted by her boss. I begged Grant, a top lawyer, to help her. He coldly refused, claiming his caseload was full, only to later stand in court as the defense attorney for my sister's attacker-who turned out to be Kylee's brother. The betrayal was absolute. Fueled by Kylee's vicious online campaign, Aubrie was driven to suicide, jumping from the courthouse roof as Grant and I watched. The final, sickening blow came when Kylee desecrated Aubrie's grave, grinding her ashes into the dirt over a plot she wanted for her dead puppy. Grant, finally seeing Kylee's monstrous nature, brutally punished her and her brother. He came back to me, broken and begging for forgiveness, even staging a grand public proposal. He thought his remorse could erase the blood on his hands and the ashes on the ground. I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and offered him a single word. "No."/0/83140/coverorgin.jpg?v=178dc9617cc583b82a3a4acc268cf1af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Velvet Sin
He walked into my mother's life like he belonged there. A tall man with a calm voice and unreadable eyes. He smelled like clean soap and sin, like whiskey sipped under expensive chandeliers. When he smiled at my mother, I noticed how his dimple only dipped on one side. When he looked at me, he hesitated-just a second too long for it to be innocent. That was when I knew I was in trouble. I was seventeen, old enough to know better, but young enough to feel everything all at once. He was thirty-eight, a respected architect who spoke in quiet words and made grown men listen. My mother called him her fresh start. But I couldn't stop staring. At dinner, I watched the veins in his hand as he held his wine glass. I memorized the way his lips curved around words like darling and sweetheart. My mother thought he was saying it to her. I let her believe that. But I knew. That first night, when he helped me carry the dishes, our hands brushed. He didn't pull away. And I didn't breathe. That was the night I fell in love with my stepfather./0/83789/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3ece5ebd2659dcf4086f55016893bfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Picture: Her Undying Love
I spent three years building a life with Kaelen, only for him to stand me up on our anniversary, his engagement to another woman announced live on national TV. Heartbroken and secretly pregnant, I tried to escape, but Kaelen threatened to destroy my family's bakery. I became his gilded cage pet, enduring his political fiancée's cruel taunts and veiled threats. But the ultimate betrayal came when I was kidnapped, and forced to call Kaelen, asking him to choose: me and our baby, or his career. He hung up. I was left with an impossible choice, plummeting into a raging river to escape my captors. For five years, he thought I was gone. Now he's back, a ruthless force determined to reclaim me, but I've built a new life, a new family. He wants me back, but he has no idea the lengths I've gone to protect my daughter, or the shocking test that awaits him, forcing him to choose once and for all: power and legacy, or the one true family he unknowingly abandoned./0/80869/coverorgin.jpg?v=f47671c9cf54d3d38c919919b1abd751&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Forgiveness: A Husband's Vengeance
My wife, Sarah, and I had a perfect life plan: no kids, just us, travel, and careers. To seal the deal, I underwent a vasectomy. I came home that day, a bag of frozen peas on my groin, feeling a strange mix of relief and finality, ready to celebrate. But Sarah didn't want to celebrate. She sat beside me, her grip tight, and said, "There's something I need to tell you. I've changed my mind about kids. I want one now. With Ethan." The name of her college flame hit me like a punch. My blood ran cold. She looked at her perfectly manicured nails, explaining calmly, "Since you can't have children now, it actually works out perfectly." She expected me to help raise this child, to be part of their "modern family." The audacity, the sheer, calculated cruelty of it, stole my breath. She had waited, let me go through with an irreversible procedure, then dropped this monstrous bomb. How could someone be so utterly devoid of empathy for the wreckage she’d caused? My mother, Maria, had always said Sarah was a sweet girl, but this was a bottomless abyss of betrayal. I stared at the woman I loved, the woman who had just slit my future open from navel to throat. "I want a divorce, Sarah," I said, the words heavy and final. My love, once a blazing fire, was now a smoldering ruin. In its place, something hard and unforgiving was beginning to grow. This wasn't just a breakup; this was an act of war, and I was going to make sure she paid for every calculated lie./0/84438/coverorgin.jpg?v=38d1ce94fe955eb91395a11fb14f80bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Betrayal: Her New Beginning
I woke up, not from sleep, but like snapping back into a nightmare I'd already lived. The cramped cabin's stale air, pine scent – hauntingly familiar. Jake stood there, hand out, his voice wheedling: "Sarah, Brenda needs that locket." Brenda. The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. My mother' s locket was still at my neck. Last time, I' d blindly given it to them, believing Brenda' s lies about feeling close to my mom. It was my first, fatal mistake. Brenda claimed it brought her luck, and it did. For her. While I… I died. On a remote hiking trail, an "accident" watched by both Brenda and Jake. His shifty eyes, fixed on me, pushed the same line: "Brenda just feels so close to your mom with it." A predator, I thought. A searing memory flashed: Brenda flaunting my locket, smiling, as I lay broken in that ravine, utterly abandoned. The betrayal, agony, my sickening idiocy pursuing love that led to my death. The sheer injustice burned. But not again. "The locket?" I feigned confusion. "Oh, I think I lost it." His face fell. Good. This time, I would live. I would fight. I just needed to hold on ten more days. My brother, Major Mike Collins, was coming./0/21495/coverorgin.jpg?v=d64704e5ea8ff09d4a8a0a4e7e108dcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLS #2: Challenging The Billionaire
BLS #2 Sky Locason Billionaire that never fail to make girls knee go weak. He has the charm that everyone envy. Hates everyone who tried to hurt his family and his closest friends. He never give someone mercy, he always ended up crushing them in the end. Janet Stanmore Ordinary girl who loves to write a blog, she got money from there and working part time at the restaurant as waitress. She's really kind heart girl but she hates when people treat other not in a right way./0/85736/coverorgin.jpg?v=9387a84cbf8c45eba82f6f1b63508d32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Jilted Lover's Triumphant Return
The new house smelled of fresh paint, a fresh start for Ava Miller, a successful tech entrepreneur, her loving husband Liam, and their two-year-old son, Leo. Her peaceful suburban dream shattered when a car pulled up, and out stepped her aunt and cousin-faces she hadn't seen since she left her old life behind. "Ava! We heard you moved into the neighborhood! What a surprise!" her aunt chirped, her voice dripping with forced sweetness. Her cousin' s sly glance past Ava signaled trouble: "We ran into Ethan Hayes's mother... She was saying how much Ethan still misses you." The name hung in the air, a poisonous cloud. Ethan Hayes, her college sweetheart, the man who publicly humiliated her by announcing his engagement to another woman at their supposed engagement party. They twisted the knife, claiming Ethan still pined for her, ignoring her cold silence, daring to suggest reconciliation. Then came the final insult, "His mother said he' s not happy with Chloe. He' s still waiting for you, Ava." A strange calm settled over Ava. The heartbroken girl they knew was dead. "I appreciate your concern," Ava said, a polite, chilling smile on her face. "But I think there's been a misunderstanding." She pulled Liam forward, her husband of two years, and gestured to Leo, playing happily in the yard. "This is my husband, Liam. And that's our son, Leo." Their smiles shattered, replaced by stunned silence. The image they held of her-the pining, discarded lover-crumbled before the woman she had become. After all this time, after all she had endured, did they truly believe she was still the same person, waiting for the man who broke her? Her past, once a painful scar, became her shield. The calm in her voice held a dangerous promise: Her life with Liam was not a misunderstanding, but a meticulously built fortress against the ghosts she had outrun./0/92225/coverorgin.jpg?v=607342ac5c3a8668e7f7c3d28f27ddb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Echoes of a Silent Song
I was part of a famous duo with Brayden Reynolds in the industry. He once shielded me from a stalker's acid attack and chose to go public with our relationship at the height of his fame, giving me a sense of security. Everyone believed our story would end like the songs I wrote for him. A perfect finale with the couple walking hand in hand toward happiness. But then that girl sang our love song in a live stream, duetting sweetly with Brayden. She even sent me the recording. "Thanks for the hit song, Eve," she said. "And thanks for shaping Brayden into such a great man. From now on, he's all mine." At the end of the video, Brayden stood half-naked, his back revealing a jagged, ugly scar. I made a phone call, cranking the speaker to max, savoring the woman's fading screams through the receiver. "Eve Walton!" Brayden's fiery rage burned in his eyes. But I just smiled and slapped the divorce papers and settlement agreement in front of him./0/82816/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ce45801ae33acb14871845dbf3edcb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not His Second Choice Anymore
I woke up in 1982, my 22-year-old body buzzing with memories of a 72-year marriage to Mark Johnson. This was my second chance. Today was the day Mark proposed in our past life, and my heart beat with familiar hope, ready to relive our perfect love story. I found him at the town gathering, my heart leaping. But he wasn't looking for me. Instead, Mark went straight to Bree Thompson, his confident smile fixed on her. Then, loud enough for everyone, he asked her out. My treasured memory, my entire hope, shattered instantly. That perfect marriage, all those cherished moments, felt poisoned. He was reborn too, and he clearly wanted someone else. Public humiliation, malicious accusations, and finally, deliberately snapping my guitar string right before my talent show performance-his cruelty knew no bounds. My beautiful past was ruined. Was our entire 72-year marriage a lie? Was I just a convenient second choice? The rage and disbelief at this changed man consumed me. Why was he so intent on destroying me? Why did he hate the life we' d built? The confusion was a constant ache. But defiance sparked. I sang acapella, winning a demo deal. Enraged, Mark dropped his charade, spewing venom about how I'd held him back. "We're done!" I declared, finally seeing the selfish parasite he always was. This was my true second chance: to embrace my music, my freedom, and my own splendid future./1/105203/coverorgin.jpg?v=da5bc2911f0d34562ec6980140097061&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Me Then Destroy Me
She woke up in a billionaire's arms in a penthouse with a view of the Seine. She was wearing a ring she didn't remember saying yes i do to When Lana Cruz wakes up after a terrible accident, the only person there is Adrian Black, the powerful CEO who says she is his wife. His touch is familiar, and his voice is strong but all of my memories of him are gone. They look like the perfect couple to everyone but this is the revenge Adrian has been waiting years for. Lana broke his heart once, and now he plans to make her fall in love with him again, only to break her heart when she is most vulnerable. But Paris is a city full of life and danger. Rooftop parties under the sparkling Eiffel Tower, moonlit walks along the Seine, and sparkling galleries set the stage for love, lies, and secrets that could ruin both of them. As they fall in love, the line between revenge and desire gets blurry. Lana and Adrian must choose between letting the past take over their lives or giving in to a love that is strong enough to heal even the worst wounds. A storm of passion, betrayal, and redemption in the middle of modern Paris./0/95794/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a952bf6711490578aa36d2fbbf60cb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Bride, No Longer Your Victim
On the eve of my wedding, a photo of my fiancé with an intern sent me fleeing to Paris. But when the plane landed, five years had passed. My parents were dead, killed in a car crash while searching for me. My fiancé, Clayton, was now married to that same intern. She was pregnant and living in our home. He treated me like a deranged stranger, and when she faked a fall down the stairs, he blamed me. He locked me in a dark panic room-my greatest fear-to punish me. There, in the suffocating darkness, I lost our baby. He thought I was just acting for attention. But a return ticket brought me back. I've woken up on my wedding day. My parents are alive. This time, I'm not running./0/61078/coverorgin.jpg?v=aabae80d13bab2c4a7b6b8f7cbb2f236&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mine to Take
After her sister ran away, Lily Morgan is set up as a replacement and is married off to Asher Allard to be a token of a successful contract. Blinded by her love for him, she goes through 5 years of an unrequited love marriage, where she is as good as invisible to her husband. However, her sister returns 5 years later, hooked to the arms of the man she has loved by the side for years, this breaks her heart and forces to accept the truth she has long denied. She serves him divorce papers, and only then does Asher realize he wants her to remain by his side forever. He blackmails her with the marriage contract she signed, and demands she stays for one more year as stated in the contract. Lily's heart runs cold at the selfishness of his actions, and she gives in with the intentions of making him pay, but he is determined to find a way to keep her beside him forever. Will Asher Allard, a billionaire known to be capable of anything be successful in warming up the icy heart of the woman who once loved him?/0/42260/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b7e1b19472c34bc1abc7fb89e28ed0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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