Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Hate War
His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you. You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes on my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it making me gasped. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much of importance. Im here for your mom my face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single sec" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry there ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall in the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still sends a shiver to my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes./0/59184/coverorgin.jpg?v=0989729fdb7d22aed1dbabadaa820eb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mummy I Got You A New Husband
Mummy I got you a new husband!!!!! Selene blurted out as she got to the porch.... Single motherhood can be alot to deal with.. Sophie had gotten pregnant and was rejected by her lover Watch out and see how she becomes a billionaires wife and tries to take over her new husband's company.... One would think she is ungrateful.... See how it unfolds..../0/40366/coverorgin.jpg?v=f06ad0e14d9255dcbf2a091b67dc7ac1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enamoring My Cousin
Ana has been in love with her cousin since they were little. In spite of that, she kept her feelings hidden until they are adults. She is a few years older than him, she knows they are not blood cousins; he does not know the truth. Will she be able to tell him the truth? Will he be able to see her differently than a sister?/0/53344/coverorgin.jpg?v=75a99c725a03f4831d9e695e1589b483&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tomorrow You'll Be Mine Again: A Second Chance Love Story
“Come back to me, Ivy,” the man whom she used to love with all her heart said. “No, no,” Ivy shook her head and backed away from him. Her body trembled as fear consumed her whole being. He was the reason her baby was gone! He was the reason for all her suffering! ---------------------------- Ivy thought she was the luckiest woman in the world - she was married to the man of her dream. But that was just her illusion. On the day she received her pregnancy report, she found her husband in bed with his best friend. Before she had the chance to tell him about her pregnancy, she was forced to divorce and her family was driven to bankruptcy by that one man she loved. Since then, her life went south. She married a governor in another country whom everyone thought was a gentleman. Everyone envied her, but no one knew he was a sadist who loved to abuse her. Five years later, the man she used to love met her by chance and begged her to come back. But would she be able to give her heart again, when all she felt toward him was fear and hatred? Knowing that he was the sole reason her life had turned to be what it was today with endless suffering? Cover art by Rainygraphic./0/91629/coverorgin.jpg?v=353a3e9e55fc12091120b1f433ebdd5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unholy Oath
A storm destroys the local coastal town church, forcing Father Daniel Moretti, a brooding young priest under the roof of the town's sharp-tongued bartender, Elena Petrova. Elena has built her new life running the town's bar, the salty anchor, where gossiping is fuels the entire town, a fierce storm forced her to give shelter to Father Daniel Moretti, who's silence has made him a mystery in the community. together in Elena's modest home, tension brews into a forbidden attraction neither can ignore. Elena struggles against her own troubled past and fear of judgment, while Daniel wrestles with his vows, his faith, and the pull of desire he feels towards Elena. As their feelings are getting deeper and more intense, Elena and Daniel have to figure out a way to battle all the threats coming, as their past lives seem to be catching up with them. With betrayal closing in from both past and present, Elena and Daniel must risk everything to choose each other. Their fight becomes not only against oppressive forces but against their own fears of loss, faith, and shame. The storm that brought them together may ultimately tear them apart or give them the courage to build a new future, no matter the cost./0/85789/coverorgin.jpg?v=77a80bb0008ee9ce1c62c981a04e14ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Love For Herself
The small, intricate knot of red silk and jade dangled from David Chen' s fingers. He was about to hand it to me, just like he always did. This was the moment that began a lifetime of misery in my first life. "Sarah," he began, his voice the same smooth tone that once soothed me. But this time, I pushed his hand away, a sharp, instinctive motion. His gentle look vanished, replaced by confusion, then irritation. He turned, and without hesitation, offered the charm to my stepsister, Chloe. I watched Chloe' s triumphant little smile, the memory of my death fresh in my mind. My sweet dog, Lucky, had died. My husband, David, had then lost his mind. He' d claimed Chloe looked just like my dead dog and brought her to our friends' gathering. "Sarah, let' s get a divorce," he' d shrieked, eyes wild. "I want Chloe to be my wife." He then killed me, and took his own life before my fading eyes. His obsession wasn't with a woman; it was with a ghost. And now I was back, at the charity gala meant to celebrate our arranged engagement. The outcome was supposed to be set in stone, a merger of families and fortunes. But this time, I had changed the script. I would not ignore Mark Evans. This time, I would live for myself./0/82869/coverorgin.jpg?v=63976f5d584cc91303cc42a8b1b265c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, My King: She's The Champion Now
I was Elara Vance, a reclusive artist who found her only solace in the vast VR world of Aethelgard, playing as my plain, unnoticeable avatar, Nightshade. For three loyal years, I was Soulbound to ApexKing, the game's golden boy and a real-life CEO, faithfully by his side despite the brutal forum mockery of our mismatched appearance. But then, a new star, SugarRush, burst onto the scene, brazenly stealing my old, anonymous art identity, "HoneyDew." On our three-year anniversary, in a public spectacle before the entire server, ApexKing shamelessly gave the rare "Twinflame" set I'd painstakingly crafted for him to her, before callously dissolving our bond and calling me a "placeholder." The humiliation intensified as he branded me a guild thief, placing a massive real-money bounty on my head, turning every player against me. My carefully guarded anonymity shattered when Tiffany Bellwether, SugarRush herself, doxxed my real identity and sent thugs to threaten me. Hunted relentlessly in-game and stalked in reality, my world imploded. How could the man who' d once sworn "against the world" with me believe every calculated lie from a gold-digging impersonator, dismissing three years of unwavering loyalty? The injustice boiled, leaving a raw, festering wound, and a single, burning question: why me? But rock bottom ignited a cold, dangerous fury. I refused to be a victim any longer. When a powerful, enigmatic rogue, RiverWraith, mysteriously offered his protection, I knew it was time to step out of the shadows. I would expose Tiffany' s fraud, clear Nightshade' s name, and reclaim every piece of my stolen life./0/38744/coverorgin.jpg?v=a346ecef010f7f6fe1909e4c5bd5dcfa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wanted: Mommy for the Single Hot Daddy's Kid
Stanley Robbins was a single hot daddy. His wife left them when their daughter, Heather, was still a baby. They had never heard of her ever since. Leaving the responsibility of raising young Heather in the care of a first-time dad. Stanley had worked hard to give his daughter a bright future while establishing a reputable image in the city of Newark as its top businessman. Maxine Ballard was a simple girl living her simple life. She was living away from her family. She wanted to be independent. She hated complications. She wanted everything to be simple and smooth flowing. Until one day, a billionaire hired her as his daughter's mommy. How long can they pretend that Maxine was Heather's mommy? What if true love blossoms between the real daddy and the hired mommy? Can they escape what destiny had planned for them?/0/87736/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7b1741aa96741a0ea225a5147f5ca09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Broke Her Heart
For ten years, my stepbrother Kason Oneal was my protector. After our parents divorced, he fought to keep me in his home, becoming the only family I had. Everyone knew he cherished me, and my gratitude slowly blossomed into a secret love. Then, his old high school flame, Dalia Keith, came back. The man who once kissed me in the dark of my room vanished overnight, replaced by a stranger. I overheard him telling Dalia, "She's just my stepsister. I feel sorry for her, that's all." He demanded I give back the jade pendant he once worked all summer to buy for my birthday, only to give it to her. When I asked to move out of the room next to his, he laughed cruelly. "You'll move into the servant's quarters in the basement. That's where you belong now." The final blow came when he gave an interview to the press, painting me as a clingy, delusional girl. I became the public villain in their perfect love story, a parasite who couldn't let him go. Staring at a taunting picture Dalia sent of her wearing my pendant, I finally understood. My love was worthless. I picked up the phone and called my biological father. "Dad, I agree. I want to marry Hadley Payne."/0/84816/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e5f3acdb276616bf82c4dbf703114c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix Project: Her True Self
The date of my father' s funeral, circled in red on the kitchen calendar, also marked the day I decided to leave Mark. The decision settled into me with a cold, hollow certainty as I washed dishes, my hands immersed in warm water but my soul feeling frozen. Then, a black government car pulled up, out stepped General Sterling, my father' s commanding officer and once mine, now the only one who checked in on me. He sat in my living room, explaining the program needed me, that my name was at the top of the list for the elite "Phoenix" project. I, Elara Vance, once an expert pilot, a national hero who saved lives, now spent my days scrubbing floors, my hands chapped and unpolished. Just as the General tried to remind me of the woman I used to be, the front door burst open. My son, Leo, raced in with Julia, our neighbor, and her son Cody, excitedly showing off an expensive drone Julia had bought for him, a replacement for one Mark had claimed was "falling apart." Mark, my husband, walked in right behind them, beaming, ruffling Leo's hair, completely ignoring me and the uniformed General in our living room. He looked right past me, telling me to "make some snacks for the boys" as if I were a servant, a humiliation that burned, a decorated officer reduced to fetching food in my own home. Julia gave me a sweet, pitying smile, while my son cheered as Mark replaced my framed picture in my flight suit with the drone box on the mantel. Mark then cruelly asserted that my dead father and my past meant nothing, that I was "weak" and had "gotten soft," while Julia suggested I was unwell and should "lie down." Then, Leo, my own son, shoved me. I fell, hitting the coffee table, a blinding pain shooting through me; through the agony, I saw Leo's triumphant face and Cody's subtle thumbs-up-they had planned it. Lying in the hospital, my hip throbbing, I overheard Cody and Leo gloating about their plan: my injury meant I' d "go away for a long time," and Julia could replace me, becoming Leo' s new mother. My son, my own flesh and blood, had been turned against me, wishing I was "more like your mom," echoing Mark' s casual cruelty and Julia' s saccharine poison, shattering the last fragments of hope for my family. In that sterile, silent room, a cold, hard clarity descended: the lie I' d been living was over, and the bond with them was severed. The medical staff then revealed Julia needed a directed blood donation, as I was a match for her rare type. Mark, accompanied by Julia, demanded I give blood to the woman who conspired against me, showing more concern for her than for his injured wife. "No," I said, looking at him with pity. General Sterling reappeared, revealing Julia's anemia was chronic and had disqualified her from military service years ago. Understanding the game, I agreed to the donation, knowing it would lull them into a false sense of security, a final act before destroying their carefully constructed world. Drained and alone after the donation, Leo visited, offering a wilted flower, murmuring that Cody said I' d be mad and "probably won\'t come home." Watching him walk away, every flicker of maternal instinct died; he was theirs, and I was finally, blessedly free. Two days later, discharged, I returned to a house reeking of Julia' s perfume, my photo gone, and Julia directing a cleaning lady in my kitchen. When Mark, irritated, said I was "in no position to make demands" and tried to physically escort me to my room, something snapped. In one fluid motion, I sidestepped his grab, used his momentum against him, and pinned him face-down on the living room carpet in a compliance hold. "You are mistaken," I whispered, my voice that of Commander Vance, of Phoenix. "I am not weak. I am not your patient. And this is not your house." I ordered Julia out, then walked out myself, leaving Mark and Julia in the ruins of the life they thought they controlled, ready to reclaim my own./0/80274/coverorgin.jpg?v=c68f21b0334eec598ec8ad47c3bbb68f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Wife Disappeared
My tenth wedding anniversary, but the simmering lobster bisque couldn’t mask the acrid taste of my husband’s lies. Mike, the man I’d built a life with, was openly having an affair with a twenty-something influencer, Skyler, her perfectly curated Instagram a brazen display of my unraveling world. The real agony began when our young son, Leo, innocently spoke of "Aunt Sky," recounting secret adventures and sugary treats, blissfully unaware he was a pawn in his father’s cruel game. Mike’s betrayal deepened into an insidious wound as he used our child, poisoning Leo against me, while claiming he was saving a vintage champagne for "a special occasion" that he'd uncork for Skyler on *our* anniversary. But the final, gut-wrenching blow came when Skyler sent a text: a picture of her draped provocatively across *my* bed, wearing *my* husband’s shirt, flaunting her conquest with a chilling message: "#Upgrade." My life, my home, my dignity, shattered into a million pieces, while he, completely oblivious, hummed about a "surprise" he had planned for my birthday. The pain, the humiliation, the sheer audacity of it all was suffocating; divorce felt too clean, too easy for him, as if he could simply walk away unscathed. My heart splintered further when Leo, confused and innocent, asked if "Aunt Sky" would be his new mommy, a question Mike himself had evidently planted. There was no turning back, no hope for repair; in that moment of absolute despair and righteous fury, I knew Ellie Hayes had to die. And Mike Hayes, the man who had stolen my future and poisoned my son, would watch his entire world burn down around him, ensuring he would finally pay the true, devastating price for his betrayal./0/87412/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5d005e05c5ced2d50692121c68692eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Captive Bride.
SOLD to the highest bidder. Her body. Her freedom. Her future. Lena Lynx Grey never imagined her life would be reduced to a number on a ruthless auction block. Shackled by a debt she never owed and haunted by a past filled with pain, she's thrust into the hands of the most dangerous man in the room-Leonardo Castelli, a cold, powerful Mafia lord with secrets buried as deep as his scars. He offers her one way out: a contract marriage. Protection in exchange for obedience. Safety in exchange for silence. Freedom... for a price. But surviving Leo's world comes with its own kind of torment. She was his bargain, now she's his obsession. In this deadly game of lust and power, love might be the most dangerous deal of all./0/43936/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1ef169b6dcaf3927c043d6733be164a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Mistress
"You are so rude! Are you really flirting in the office? Are you going to fool me again?" I screamed. "You." I faced my sister again. "I'm your sister, i aren't ? Why did you do that to my husband? How did you do this, SISTER?" I stress the word 'sister'. "My sister! You should be my sympathizer in these times. But what did you do? But where are you? You hurt me. And you're still hurting me, you animal." And I tweaked her again, I even pushed her. She didn't fight back. Nate tried to stop me but once he tried to stop me, I punched him hard and slapped him. "Don't try to stop me Nate, because if I did nothing at first but run and cry now I won't do something that will make me look miserable!" I exclaimed angrily. And my sister was tweaked again. "Please Elle it's okay." sHe was crying. I slapped her so hard that she leaned over. It cries. "That's enough? Are you kidding me?" I said sarcastically, I even faked a laugh. "I would be the one to tell you that. I would be the one to tell you THAT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I CAN'T. IT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'M SICK. IT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'M BROKEN. HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO FOOL ME? ACCEPT YOU. YOU ARE ANIMALS!" I still scream. And i was slapped her again and then pushed, causing her bag to fall and its contents scattered. "Kelly." Nate shouted and helped Kelly to her feet. Attention turned to a small rectangular object on the floor. My knees went soft while looking at it. I approached it and looked closely, it had two lines, which means 'positive'. My lips are trembling, but I managed to ask anyway. "D-Don't tell me........ ......Y-You're...... .....p-pregnant.......? .....w-with my h-h-husb-band?"/0/85790/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0cb2fb533434b449f4aac5fea03d364&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret
The piercing beep of the carbon monoxide detector was the last sound I heard on Christmas Eve, my thirtieth birthday. Then, a searing pain, and I gasped awake, not in my cold, dark apartment, but in a sterile, bright hospital room, giving birth. I was twenty-five again, watching Liam, my charismatic husband, and his perfectly coiffed mother, Brenda, barely acknowledge our newborn son, Leo. I remembered my first life: Liam' s growing indifference, sacrificing my culinary dreams for a love that was never returned, watching my son embrace another woman. The pain of that life, more real than the lingering ache of childbirth, burned in my gut: I vowed I would not live that life again. When Chloe, the woman Liam had left me for, showed up at our door, ostensibly as a "colleague," and I overheard Liam confessing that I was nothing more than "the next best thing," "a substitute." My heart shattered, but this time, it forged ice. When Liam sabotaged my return to the culinary world, taking the restaurant opportunity I had secured and handing it to Chloe, then poaching my entire team, all to publicly humiliate me. The numbness shattered, replaced by a white-hot, furious clarity: This was war. I walked into his office, saw Chloe perched on his desk, and told him, "Liam, I want a divorce." He followed me to Paris, trying to reclaim me, but I refused, winning the culinary competition he' d tried to sabotage. I knew, with sickening certainty, that he had lost the best part of himself. I built my own kingdom, and the future was a blank page, and for the first time, I was the one holding the pen./0/22198/coverorgin.jpg?v=77fa59bf9e30fb2f25a11d6bf35c7360&imageMogr2/format/webp)
That Royal Betrothal
“Do you mean you are a virgin?” “Yes,” “Yes what?” “I.am.a.virgin.” I said holding a tendril of my hair shyly. “One week.” “For?” “I give you one week to come to terms with all these. After one week, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, dear wife.” *** Trapped in a royal betrothal, Zara hates Zack. Zack loathes Zara. Thus, they won't consummate the marriage or follow any sort of tradition. To punish them, the Queen sends them on a journey to Island Formentera. However, a shipwreck leaves them stranded— stuck with each other. Will they go home and face the enemies of the royal household together? Or be swallowed by each other's pride?/0/84168/coverorgin.jpg?v=18cda017a8f2a6b37beaec9935f9c3db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Son, My Lost Child
My maternity leave was almost over, and registering my newborn daughter, Lily, at the Social Security office was supposed to be a simple, routine step, given the new "Family Unity Act' s" strict one-child policy. But the clerk' s words hit me like a blow: "The SSN for your family has already been issued, for a boy named Ryan Todd. Registered by your husband." Ryan, the son of Sabrina, Matthew' s 'friend' whose husband died. My perfect life shattered. My husband, Matthew, the man I loved, had sacrificed our daughter' s future, dedicating her only slot to another child, an act that condemned Lily to state custody by her first birthday. When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain as "selfish," then his hand lashed out, leaving my cheek stinging and my heart aching. Seeking answers, I went to his office, only to find him openly intimate with Sabrina, who then gaslit me, implying Lily wasn't his, a lie Matthew instantly embraced. Branded "crazy" and thrown out, my marriage, my love, my hope for a family, all died in that moment. But as I left, one chilling thought remained: I wouldn't let them win. I would save my daughter, even if it meant doing it alone./0/20576/coverorgin.jpg?v=c41c8c975d8dfce5ec3d7af899fb0040&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mysterious Badboy Romance
”Be my boyfriend and I'll do everything you want me to do” She begged, tears in her face. The Young man who looked like he is just 19 slammed her against the wall. His psychic was strong and seductive, he looked at like he was going to devour her. ”Anything? Even if it's the most despicable thing anyone has ever asked?” He pronounced into her ear like a whisper ready to devour the lady in front of him Lesley Ann found herself wrapped in the hands of a mysterious man who happened to be transferred to her school. In order to save herself from bullies and shame, she ran to his arm and said; "Yes, anything even the most despicable thought that could ever creep in a man's heart” This man was not only mysterious, he also had a terrifying reason for accepting her./0/97146/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2472244ac59e7bdbc66722a33d1ddcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's forgotten Bride
Amelia Hayes spent her life being invisible, overlooked by her family, and trapped in the shadows of her insecurities. Forced into an arranged marriage with Maxwell Cole, a ruthless billionaire twice her age, she never imagined her life could get darker. Betrayed, abandoned, and pregnant, Amelia's world shatters when a tragic accident erases her memories. Five years later, Amelia is no longer the timid girl she once was. Now a thriving artist with a young son, she's pieced together a new life-until a chance encounter with Maxwell threatens to unravel everything. Haunted by the past he never let go of, Maxwell is determined to reclaim the woman he wronged. But Amelia's memory isn't the only obstacle standing between them. In a world of manipulation, betrayal, and revenge, the truth begins to surface: a web of lies spun by the people she trusted most. As secrets unfold and loyalties are tested, Amelia must confront the man she once loved-and the dark forces conspiring to tear them apart. Can love survive when the past refuses to let go? Or will Amelia's second chance at happiness be destroyed before it begins?/0/84817/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebc6d26118637160a8da48988d619bdc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wedding, Her Ex
My wedding day was set, my music career soaring, and I was about to marry the woman I loved more than anything. Then, a data alert exposed thousands of international calls on my fiancée Chloe' s phone, followed by a hushed conversation in my driveway. "Daniel, I told you, I\'m handling it," she whispered, her voice laced with a tenderness I thought was reserved for me. "He doesn\'t suspect a thing. Yes, the wedding will be on the same day. Our wedding." My world shattered. She was planning to marry her ex, Daniel-the same day, same venue, same guests. The betrayal was a physical blow, leaving me gasping on the floor, my heart threatening to give out. The thought of being the city' s laughingstock, the pathetic musician left at the altar, twisted something inside me. The humiliation burned hotter than any rage. No. I wouldn't let that happen. A cold, hard resolve settled over me. She wanted a wedding on that day? Fine. There would be a wedding. My wedding. And I knew just the forgotten family pact to make it happen./0/18305/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4bad8556fba9c56052e3eae8943eb33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
