Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Day He Asked for My Kidney
My family owed the Vances, a debt etched invisibly deep into our lives. Years ago, I’d even donated bone marrow to Julian, Richard Vance’s son, the boy I once hero-worshipped. It felt like a small repayment, tying me deeper into their world. Then Julian came to me, his handsome face etched with worry. “Mia,” he urgent, “It’s Cassandra. Her kidneys are failing. You’re a perfect match.” He was asking for another piece of me. In that suffocating moment, a brutal vision slammed into me: Cassandra dying, Julian’s monstrous rage, my life systematically destroyed, culminating in my suspicious death from his calculated revenge. The horror of this terrifying premonition stripped away every shred of naivety. How could the man whose life I’d saved, whose family saved mine, be capable of such monstrous malice? Survival became my only thought. I looked at him, not a hero, but a potential destroyer. “Alright, Julian,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I’ll do it. But I have conditions. This will be the final repayment. A legally binding contract for complete severance of all ties, and a substantial sum for my complete disappearance. My ticket to freedom.”/0/85007/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a50d28416db7751d6ffdebd521c1b68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Reckless Lies, Her Broken Life
My world used to be painted in bright, vibrant colors, filled with the easy comfort of a lifelong friendship blossoming into love with Liam. We were finally a couple, and the future felt golden, a masterpiece I was eager to create. Then, a casual scroll through a local gossip forum shattered everything. A blurry photo, a familiar gray hoodie, Liam' s arm around another girl – the headline, "Local Guy Juggling Two Girls?" screamed off the screen. The post detailed a canceled trip with me, replaced by a romantic getaway with her, along with cruel, precise details of our life together. My mind reeled as Liam' s voice, smooth and warm, denied everything, a faint girl' s voice in the background confirming his lies. It wasn't just a lie; it was a complete betrayal, twisting our shared history into something ugly and unrecognizable. Later, Eleanor, Liam' s mom, called, frantic because Liam was missing from a family dinner - a family dinner I was at, helping set up. My phone buzzed again, revealing an Instagram story from the 'other woman,' Brittany, showing Liam laughing, declining his mother' s call with a smug, "No interruptions on our weekend getaway! ;)" A cold, hard clarity washed over me: Liam wasn't just a cheat; he was a selfish, careless boy who would burn down his whole life for a little attention. Then, the unthinkable happened. Liam' s parents, searching for him in the pouring rain, were in a horrific car accident, his father, Mark, left fighting for his life, his mother hysterical. How could he be so reckless, so utterly blind to the consequences of his actions, while his family faced such a devastating cost? The time for protecting anyone's feelings was over./0/44177/coverorgin.jpg?v=3153ce12c659060976767fca3c0f1361&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Stolen Heart
Love is invincible no one can resist it when it knock on your heart. You can fight you can protest but at the end you have to surrender to it. Something like that happen to our protagonists as well who thought that they are incapable of love and loving someone. What happened when Hearts got stole in an unexpected situation? But Is it that easy that it seems like? It's more complicated then you think it is This story will give you tears and leave a smile on your lips as well So join the journey of our leads to know more about their life/0/70302/coverorgin.jpg?v=8aa9412f86d03d4f312905e36a86635e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in Higher Places
Elena Harper is a fiercely independent woman trying to navigate her career and life in the bustling city. Adrian Grant is a powerful, enigmatic CEO with a guarded heart. When their worlds collide by chance, an undeniable spark ignites between them. But love isn't simple. From corporate chaos to family dynamics and deeply buried insecurities, their journey is anything but smooth. As passion blooms into a love neither of them expected, they'll have to overcome the odds to prove that sometimes, love is worth the risk. Full of romance, humor, and heart, Against All Odds is a story about finding love when you least expect it and holding on through life's toughest challenges./0/21963/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d560c2a2817f7804b45c07c5d1d8089&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHY ME?
Ty, just another skateboarding HS junior, was minding her own legal business when she gets stuck in the middle of a mafia fight with guns, knives, and potato launchers, only armed with her trusty skateboard. What does she do? Runs for her life only to get captured and asked to marry one of the three sons of the don. And then people want to kill her. Obviously./0/92829/coverorgin.jpg?v=1329c681dab9396a5e00306aeeaac50c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Pawn To Her Queen
I was Kennedy Hall, the rebellious journalist of a political dynasty. My only escape was a secret, passionate affair with Elliot Solis, a powerful CEO carved from ice and logic. He called me his "beautiful disaster," a storm contained within the walls of his penthouse. But our affair was built on a lie. I discovered he was only "taming" me as a favor to another woman, Camille-the fragile daughter of my father's chief of staff, to whom he owed an unpayable debt. He publicly chose her over me, wiping her tears with a tenderness he never showed me. He protected her, defended her, and when I was cornered by a predator, he abandoned me to rush to her side. The ultimate betrayal came when he had me thrown in jail and beaten, hissing that I needed to "learn my lesson." The final blow came during a car crash. Without a second's hesitation, he threw himself in front of Camille, shielding her with his body and leaving me to face the impact alone. I wasn't his love; I was a liability he was willing to sacrifice. Lying broken in a hospital bed, I finally understood. I wasn't his beautiful disaster; I was his fool. So I did the only thing I could. I burned his perfect world to the ground, accepted a marriage proposal from a kind billionaire who promised me peace, and walked away to start a new life, leaving the ashes of our love behind./0/18365/coverorgin.jpg?v=080d9ea380876c2b6d0b887c544e9f57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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MY BESTFRIEND'S DAD
Cassidy Martin is feeling excited and joyful as she plans to embark on a new adventure in New Zealand. However, before she leaves, she wants to fulfill a secret desire that she has been harboring for a long time. She has always felt a strong attraction towards Lewis Skye, the sexy CEO of a pharmaceutical company who also happens to be her best friend's father. Cassidy is determined to lose her virginity to him and is overjoyed at the thought of finally indulging in her hidden passion./0/38389/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b4e8812ef8a2a5d13ab62c643be638f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The girl from the hill
The girl from the hill tells the story of a 17-year-old girl who lived in Morro da Fé, her name was Luna. I was her best friend, and I'll tell you how she lives life intensely. But her life will take an incredible turn as time goes by. At each stage of her life, Luna discovers that it takes a lot of maturity, as well as wisdom, to become a better person. Being able to find out what she really wanted in her life. Becoming then a strong woman./1/101746/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f18e5153cafabb1488e8d86bab9598d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Birkin For Every Lie
There are ninety-nine Hermès Birkins sitting in my walk-in closet. To the world, it' s a collection worth millions. To me, it' s a tally of ninety-nine times my husband, Harris, betrayed me. Each bag was a silent apology I accepted to keep our hollow marriage alive. But the hundredth betrayal wasn't fixed with crocodile leather. On the anniversary of my mother's death, I tracked Harris to my family' s private cemetery. He wasn't alone. Jessica, his "first love," was there, standing over the empty plot reserved for my living father, right next to my mother' s grave. They were digging a hole. Jessica smirked, holding a velvet box containing her dead cat and a plaque that read To Arvel, my eternal companion. "It' s just a cat, Cecily," she laughed, tossing her hair. "Don't be so dramatic. Your father won't mind the company. Besides, it shows who Harris really listens to." For years, I accepted the bags and the lies. But desecrating my family's sacred ground? The submissive wife died in that moment. I walked toward them, clutching the evidence that would destroy Jessica' s life and shatter Harris' s world. "Dig it up," I commanded, my voice colder than the grave. "Or I will bury you both right here."/0/83130/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d328a403eef721892d04d803dbd5b5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Bitter Pill Called Regret
My head throbbed as I cooked Marcus's favorite meal. It was our tenth anniversary, a milestone I' d hoped would bring some semblance of peace to a decade marred by his growing distance. But Marcus never came home. Instead, an Instagram notification flashed: Skyler Reed, beaming beside my husband, champagne in hand, captioned: "Celebrating new beginnings with Mr. T!" When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, cold: "You've let yourself go, Ellie. Skyler's a breath of fresh air." The casual cruelty was a physical blow, leaving me reeling, a sudden nosebleed staining the anniversary tablecloth I' d prepared for a dinner that would never happen. Who was this woman I had become, a ghost of my former self, constantly tired, always bleeding? Why did I allow myself to be chipped away, humiliated, while he flaunted his affair so brazenly? Then, the final, devastating cut: my only comfort, my loyal dog Gus, brutally run down after Skyler maliciously kicked him into the street. My world went black, only to be replaced by the harsh hospital lights and a grim diagnosis: glioblastoma. Marcus, now belatedly awake to his ruin, would beg me to fight. Yet, the profound irony was a bitter pill: his decade of calculated cruelty had left me with no fight left. But though I was dying, this story was far from over-just not in the way anyone expected./0/18678/coverorgin.jpg?v=727e7cbae9c85e6c89834d7558744701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Boundless Love: My Devil Husband
The man was a complete stranger, but he had saved Sharon's life. They spent the night together and the man promised her that fate would bring them together some time again. To her immense surprise that did happen, and he tried to win her over that day. He wanted her to be his wife. But his promises of a lifetime of love turned out to be hollow words because he left her to be with his crush. Now, they have met again, there is a sweet baby in her arms, and a handsome gentleman by her side. Now, it is her turn to fight back!/0/82035/coverorgin.jpg?v=81b5eb3feb0fa23ce1d524695d9558aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Saved His Empire, He Broke Her Heart
For five long years, I was Jane Doe, Alexander Sterling' s quiet, unassuming assistant, secretly working tirelessly to save his company from the brink of collapse. I poured my life, and even our family' s legendary Westbrook Star diamond, into the anonymous investment that kept him afloat, all for the man I deeply loved. Day in and day out, I remained by his side, hoping he would finally see past the "Jane" I presented and recognize the woman who sacrificed everything for him. But then, Isabelle Vance, all wide eyes and soft sighs, arrived, and suddenly, I was invisible, my every effort unacknowledged, my devotion unseen. His attention, his genuine laughter, the warmth I once cherished, was entirely for her, the new favorite who simply had to ask. I watched silently as Isabelle and her cruel assistant mocked me, sabotaged my work, and ultimately framed me for a ridiculous attack, turning him completely against me. In a horrifying public spectacle, Alexander, blinded by Isabelle' s lies, ruthlessly fired me, branding me a dangerous troublemaker without a second thought. Left bleeding on the sidewalk after his security guards physically coerced me out, my reputation was systematically shredded, every sacrifice I had made for him now spitting in my face. The ultimate betrayal left me numb, the years of silent devotion to a man who couldn't see me crushing my spirit beneath the weight of his callous disregard. Wasted years, unacknowledged love, and now, public humiliation – the bitter taste of utter betrayal mingled with the cold drizzle on my face, solidifying my decision. Yet, a strange clarity settled over me as the five-year term for the Westbrook Star ended. Jane Doe was dead, irrevocably gone. As the Westbrook Star returned to my possession, a cold, unyielding fury replaced the pain, signaling Seraphina Westbrook was finally coming home, ready to build a new life with the steadfast Ethan Hayes and leave Alexander Sterling to the bitter regret he so richly deserved./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./0/84851/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4c6d5565f2133d18d2db53f9976f155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Anniversary Betrayal
The music was thumping, a forced celebration for our third wedding anniversary, but all I wanted was to give Olivia the velvet box in my pocket. Instead, I pushed through the crowd to find her, radiant, but not looking at me – she was looking at Liam Hayes, her childhood best friend. Then, Liam dropped to one knee, holding a diamond ring, and asked my wife to marry him. My blood ran cold as her friends cheered, chanting, "Say yes!" and Olivia giggled, touching his face without a word of protest. When I finally confronted them, Liam mocked me, and Olivia dismissed it as "just a game." Before I could react, Liam feigned an ankle injury, and Olivia, with an ugly scowl I' d never seen before, pushed me away, shouting that I' d ruined her party. I stumbled, my feet tangled, and the world tilted. I woke up at the bottom of the stairs, my leg screaming, the house silent. My wife, on our anniversary, had left me there, bleeding and broken, to care for a man who faked an injury. At the hospital, Liam intercepted the paramedics' call, claiming I was drunk and Olivia was too busy caring for his "bad ankle." Then Olivia called, not to check on me, but to accuse me of pulling a "stunt" for attention, and demanding I apologize to Liam. The doctor' s grim prognosis-a tibia fractured in two places, a permanent limp-crushed me. But the real blow was realizing Olivia had been actively preventing a pregnancy for a year, all while pretending to dream of a family with me. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman who once called me her hero leave me to bleed? Lying in that sterile hospital bed, ignored and abandoned, a cold, unwavering certainty settled within me: it was over. I couldn't do this anymore. I would cut every tie, sever every connection, and rebuild my life, far away from the wreckage of our marriage./0/19304/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6b8998afec667eb3c0c352b72de0451&imageMogr2/format/webp)
So Called Destiny
God Know's best For You, all it need is your acceptance... To love and to be loved is a great gift of god. Sometimes all it required is to accept your heart and to walk just believe in Destiny . Ara who was a spoiled young daughter of rich business man Mr Kim Jong now wife of a Business minded Alen Chen.... which is hard for her to accept....../0/61542/coverorgin.jpg?v=d251bc15b9d69a1b8e9aa258deb8b3fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Life from a Flying Squirrel to an Heiress
I'm a timid and gentle flying squirrel, and one day I found myself in the body of a true heiress. The fake heiress orders me around. "Pick up the socks on the floor." I comply, "Where should I put them?" "Put them in my mouth." I stuffed them in. "Pour the foot bath water for me." "Sure, where should I pour it?" "Pour it on my face." I tipped the whole basin over. "What are we having for lunch?" "What do you want to eat?" "I want to eat poop." Alright, just wait, I quickly shut the bathroom door. Outside, the fake heiress's voice was deafening: "If you dare to make me eat poop, I'll kill you! You’re not really going to poop, are you? I won’t eat it, I won’t eat it…" The squirrel felt frustrated; humans change so quickly. Does she really want to eat it or not?/0/87667/coverorgin.jpg?v=cffdf71a15faea2e05ed5fd4bf987fc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Wife, My Broken Heart
The pregnancy test showed two pink lines. After four years of a quiet marriage to Carter Leon, we were finally having a baby. I thought this was the final piece of our story. But when I went to the county clerk's office for a certified copy of our marriage certificate, I was told there was no record of our marriage. Instead, Carter was legally married to Erlene Fulton, my estranged stepsister and his high school sweetheart. My world shattered. I was nothing more than a mistress, a placeholder. Then, my family, including Carter, pressured me to "step aside" for Erlene, who was supposedly dying and wished to die as Carter's wife. I refused, revealing my pregnancy, only to be locked away by my father and stepmother. Carter later convinced me it was all a charade, a performance for a dying woman. I watched him marry Erlene, a ghost at their grand wedding. He spent his time with her, while I, like a fool, kept believing his lies. Until I overheard Erlene and Carter. He confessed he had always loved her, and that marrying me was just a plan to wound her pride and make her return. My four years, my devotion, my love-all a calculated move. I was a pawn, and so was my baby. The promises, the soft touches, the shared smiles-all fake. How could I have been so blind? How could he be so cruel? I had to save myself, and my child, from this poison. I ran, determined to leave the lie behind./0/97679/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2e00d3ab683c526edbc3211e415e291&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Faked Infertility, My Sweet Revenge
I made my husband, Damian, the youngest Chief of Surgery in the country. I built his career from scratch, defying my own family to marry him. Then, he asked me to give our au pair a six-figure salary and a company car. He called me a cold-hearted bitch when I refused, claiming she was a poor single mother of five. But I saw her wearing my missing diamond bracelet and carrying a Chanel bag worth more than my car. He flaunted their affair at a professional conference, calling me a "worthless capitalist princess" while she played the victim. For years, I'd spent a fortune trying to cure his infertility. It was our secret pain. Now, he was using it to justify his affair with a "hyper-fertile" woman he claimed could give him the sons I couldn't. As he stood on stage for his keynote speech, ready to accept an award, I walked past him to the podium. I had my own presentation to share with the live-streamed global audience-a slideshow of their eight-year affair, complete with hotel receipts and bank transfers./0/86572/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f87e7448ee42cc06bfd054ca1ea07d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
