Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/1/102860/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb1450ebea277ac6119b3b112743e9b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back./1/119284/coverorgin.jpg?v=74cb070ec368af4ea738b5e7bb1458a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With My Best Friend's Uncle
Elaine woke up with a splitting hangover after a wild one-night stand, desperate to just sneak out and forget it ever happened. But when the man beside her shifted in his sleep, her blood ran cold. It was Alaric Caldwell—the notoriously ruthless billionaire, her best friend's terrifying uncle, and the very man who had caught their respective fiancés cheating together six months ago. Panic-stricken, Elaine fled the hotel and anonymously couriered him $5,000 to buy his silence, only to discover her controlling father had just frozen her entire trust fund. Things spiraled out of control when she arrived at her office to find that Alaric had just taken over as the new CEO. He immediately summoned her to his top-floor office, trapping her against the wall. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he revealed the deep, angry scratch marks she had left on his back the night before. "Does this look like a mistake, Elaine?" He threatened to fire her and ruin her career if she dared to walk out the door. Elaine was trembling with sheer terror and confusion. She had insulted a ruthless tycoon by paying him off like a cheap gigolo. Why was he cornering a junior employee? Why didn't he just bury this scandal like he always did? Instead of handing her a termination letter, Alaric locked his cold, calculating eyes on hers and dropped a demand that shattered her reality. "Marry me."/1/126322/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f818c01808524130af657804a2bc543&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ice Captain's Stolen Fiancée
I was carefully folding a new silk nightgown, ready to fly to New York and surprise my fiancé of several years, Donald. Then my phone pinged with a photo from my stepsister, Cindy. It was a high-resolution image of her and Donald, tangled together naked on messy bedsheets. On his arm was the one-of-a-kind silver bracelet I had custom-designed for his birthday last month. Cindy was staring right at the camera with a triumphant, provocative smile. A second message popped up: "Omg, sis, so sorry! Sent that by accident!" It was a blatant, mocking slap in the face. Later, I even intercepted a call where Donald laughed with his mother about how my declining family was just a worthless stepping stone for them. He called me a "boring, good girl" who was easy to manage, bragging that he would just go back to having his fun with Cindy right after our wedding. They really thought I was just a naive fool who would either come crying to him or quietly swallow this humiliating betrayal. They thought my silence meant I was weak and defeated. But I didn't shed a single tear, nor did I scream. A cold, sharp anger shot up my spine, extinguishing every last ember of heartbreak. I threw the silk nightgown into the trash, opened my laptop, and used my MIT computer science background to hack straight into their luxury hotel suite's smart system. I wasn't going to New York to cry. I was going to broadcast their filthy affair to the entire city at the most prestigious charity gala of the year./1/126846/coverorgin.jpg?v=78ab8d5a6806951ba2b3242990d1ab8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex's Regret: I Became The Billionaire Hockey King's Doctor
I stood alone under the spotlights at my own high-society engagement party, waiting for my fiancé. Instead of showing up, he called to say he was staying at the hospital with Victoria, my family's fragile adopted daughter, who had suffered a perfectly timed minor accident. When I publicly canceled the wedding, my mother and three brothers didn't care about my humiliation. They blamed me for ruining their precious business alliance. Victoria even hired thugs to drag me into an unlicensed van outside the hotel. But when I returned home bruised and exposed her crime, my family called me a malicious liar and fiercely defended her. My mother froze all my bank accounts, stripped me of my identity, and kicked me out into the freezing storm. For over twenty years, I had played the perfect daughter, yet they discarded me like garbage for a manipulative fake sister. I was left penniless and shivering on the street, my heart completely dead to the people I once called family. But they didn't know I wasn't just a useless socialite; I was secretly a top-tier medical genius. When a Bentley pulled up in the rain carrying the secretly injured king of the NHL, I stepped inside and looked at the powerful man. "I can cure your ruined career, and in return, you will give me everything I need to crush them."/1/101927/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ad1b5e76740b32684d81d5fae9ebc76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one./1/126272/coverorgin.jpg?v=fee3197755b34665c07c942470e68311&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Stranger In The Dark
At my own lavish engagement party, I thought I was stepping into a beautiful future with the man I loved. Instead, I found my fiancé pinning my stepsister against a wall in a storage room, kissing her hungrily. They didn't even look guilty. My stepsister laughed, revealing that my entire engagement was a sham. I was just a pathetic placeholder because she had refused an arranged marriage. When I tried to escape this nightmare, my stepfather's bodyguards dragged me back. He threw a PR marriage contract at my feet and gave me a horrifying ultimatum. "Sign it, or the matching kidney donor for your mother will go to someone else." He was blackmailing me with my dying mother's life to force me to take my stepsister's place. I was being sold off to marry a notorious, violent hockey player named Dylan Kowalski. I was completely trapped, suffocating under the cruelty of the family that treated me like livestock. With no other choice, I signed away my freedom and my soul just to keep my mother alive. As I prepared to face a year of hell with a brutal stranger, my mind kept drifting back to a dangerous, bleeding man I had briefly hidden with the night I ran away. I didn't know yet that the devil I was forced to marry and the stranger who had fiercely kissed me in the dark were the exact same person./1/114579/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e0c95dc14a6a3382a18fa53cd19e52d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs. My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister. But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed. In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably. Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head. "This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!" I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family. But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn. He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala. He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect. I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast? It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me. He could hear my inner thoughts!/1/106250/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4e3d94e67e6bc16aef1c6b8ac1afa18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine
I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life./1/115261/coverorgin.jpg?v=57890cfd99a168eeb71b50c946f4bd98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Dumped My Cheating Fiancé and Married His Uncle
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage. Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move. Then, she meets him. Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close. He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle. One impulsive proposal changes everything. "If you need a wife... marry me instead." "Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."/1/115029/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc74d570e1eb2acb6c281e30c6f1cf5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin
She woke up in a stranger's bed, in a stranger's body, with two lifetimes screaming inside her head. Eliza Solis-overweight, acne-scarred, trailer-park poor-remembers a brother who dragged her to a party for a "chance." But another voice, colder and sharper, remembers a different life: Nyx. Weapon. Asset. Ghost. Now she's the bride of Julian Malone, a decorated soldier from one of America's most powerful dynasties-and she's the target of a family that wants to erase her. Her new mother-in-law freezes her accounts. Her husband despises her. Cousins spike her makeup with hallucinogens. And behind closed doors, the Malones plot to commit her to a psychiatric facility and make her disappear for good. They think she's trash. They think she's broken. They have no idea that the woman they're trying to bury is a trained intelligence operative who can pick locks, break into safes, and reconstruct a crime scene from a single strand of hair. Eliza doesn't just want to survive. She wants to watch their empire burn. From a trailer park to a fortress of old money-she's the weapon they never saw coming./1/125828/coverorgin.jpg?v=11b228154e5ad751b82f4a59eada774c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Puck Bunny To The Rival's Queen
For seven years, I played the perfect fiancée and glorified personal assistant to Donavon Bray, the star forward of the New York Dynamos. But at a glittering charity gala, I overheard a conversation in the shadows of the terrace that shattered my world. "Getting engaged to Cordia was just a habit, a responsibility. Jocelynn is the one I've always wanted." Overnight, the media crowned Donavon and his newly returned childhood friend the golden couple. He paraded her around town, treating her with a chivalry and tenderness he never once showed me. He even publicly fired my loyal assistant, sneering to the entire front office that they needed "real professionals" like Jocelynn, not someone who just fetches coffee. My own best friend took to social media to side with them, mocking me as the "wrong time" in his epic romance. To Donavon, I was just a lucky "Puck Bunny," a clueless prop meant to stroke his ego and manage his schedule. He had no idea I was two months away from finishing my master's thesis in predictive data modeling at MIT. So, I took off my diamond ring, blocked his number, and quietly signed a contract to become the Chief Data Analyst for his team's biggest corporate rival. As I prepared to dismantle his multi-million dollar contract with my own algorithms, I was ready to show him exactly what a glorified assistant could do./1/113357/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae20b5d2c89ae25f536d199848b1fccd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Fiancée: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession
I was supposed to be the lucky one, the bankrupt Beaumont heiress engaged to Devyn Langley, the golden boy of Boston's elite. But the moment I landed from Europe, my best friend shoved a high-definition photo in my face. It was Devyn, tangled in white sheets with another woman. I didn't cry. Instead, I planted hidden cameras in his secret Manhattan penthouse and heard the disgusting truth. "When are you going to dump that boring bitch?" his mistress whined. "Soon. As soon as her family's final trust fund payout clears. Then I'll toss her out like trash," Devyn laughed. To add insult to injury, he removed me from the guest list of his family's charity gala. When I showed up anyway, his mother pointed a shaking finger at my face in front of the entire upper crust. "You are a charity case! A beggar! Get out!" she screamed, while Devyn demanded I get on my knees and apologize. They paraded around like saints, using my family's tragedy for good PR while secretly plotting to steal my last penny and destroy me. Did they really think I was just a weak, compliant fiancée who would quietly accept her ruin? Wearing a blood-red dress, I hacked the ballroom's main screen and broadcasted his 4K sex tape to every billionaire and reporter in the room. Then, I threw my five-carat ring at his chest and walked away with Kian Koch-the most terrifying man on Wall Street-leaving the Langley empire to burn./1/126327/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7b91d6a0823ffbd4bfb20aa4cbce11a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire
I sat alone at the upscale restaurant for an hour, waiting to finalize the details of my engagement party. Then, my fiancé's assistant called to tell me Earl wasn't coming. My stepsister, Molly, had suffered another perfectly timed "emergency," and Earl was at the hospital holding her hand. This was the fifth time this month. I was the one who saved his family's sinking business, but lately, he just called me "too aggressive," preferring Molly's fake, wide-eyed helplessness. "Poor Molly, so glad Earl was there for her," read the caption on her victorious hospital selfie. To make matters worse, my stepfather called, screaming at me to attend a dinner and apologize to a notorious creep just to clean up Molly's latest social mess. In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter or a partner. I was just a sacrificial asset to be used and discarded. The humiliation and betrayal made my blood run cold. I had given them my everything, only to be treated like garbage. But this time, I didn't beg or cry. "Tell him we're over," I said to the assistant, and blocked Earl's number. I went to City Hall alone in the dead of night to bury my wasted years, only to bump into a breathtakingly dangerous stranger who had just coldly ended his own engagement. He looked at me with ice-blue eyes and proposed the most insane idea I had ever heard. "I need a fiancée. You need a shield. A contract." I looked at the billionaire stranger, took a deep breath, and changed my fate. "I agree."/1/101429/coverorgin.jpg?v=7121dba501d58d4b7f38fe8685249f29&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter
The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever. He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me. My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills. Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight. Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter./0/65656/coverorgin.jpg?v=bca7a26f976b281a1ac0e8d986049347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."/1/125345/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb69d83acf47167f4d1ec3a8aced2c9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Contract: My Disabled Husband
Eleanor's family business was on the brink of collapse, and they desperately needed the Carlisle family's wealth to survive. Her father forced her to take her sister's place to marry Julian Carlisle, a paralyzed and notoriously cruel billionaire heir. Worse, her fiancé immediately abandoned her to stand by her sister's side, claiming they were now in love. To ensure Eleanor couldn't back out, her sister publicly pointed out a fresh, purplish mark on Eleanor's neck in the crowded hospital corridor. "Sis, you two are broken up. How could you be so careless?" It was a brutal reminder of the terrifying night before, when Eleanor was drugged and assaulted by a stranger in a pitch-black hotel room. Instead of defending her, her father looked at her with pure disgust. He threatened to cut off her beloved younger brother's college tuition and ruin his life if she didn't obey. Sold like damaged goods, Eleanor was sent to the imposing Carlisle estate, where Julian's relatives openly mocked her origins and accused her of being dirty. Her entire world had turned its back on her, leaving her utterly isolated and suffocating in shame. She couldn't understand how her own flesh and blood could sacrifice her so ruthlessly, nor did she know the identity of the mysterious man who ruined her. But standing in front of her terrifying new husband, Eleanor refused to shed another tear. She signed a one-year contract marriage, boldly rejected Julian's ten-million-dollar severance offer to keep her dignity, and publicly declared war on his abusive family. She was going to survive, find the man from that night, and make everyone who betrayed her pay./1/101424/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb859322a2b6ed17a7a183e399a0ef55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built./1/104454/coverorgin.jpg?v=d68ea7c4a19988e95bc58e028935c287&imageMogr2/format/webp)
PRICED BY MY BILLIONAIRE NEMESIS
Eight years ago, Lena Hale was a second-year university student who trusted the wrong moment with her entire life. Adrian Vale was in his final year-brilliant, disciplined, already learning how to rule rather than feel. To Lena, he was safety. To Adrian, she was the one weakness he allowed himself. Until one night destroyed everything. Adrian saw her in a position he could not forgive. Something that looked deliberate. Something that felt like betrayal carved into his bones. He didn't ask for the truth. She never got the chance to give it. They separated broken, bleeding, and unfinished-and the damage followed them for eight years. When they meet again, there is no tenderness left. Lena is older now. Quieter. Cornered by debt that doesn't negotiate and men who collect pain instead of money. Survival forces her into one final humiliation-standing in for her best friend on a single escort assignment. One night. One paycheck. One way to keep breathing. She never expects Adrian to be the man watching. Adrian Vale is no longer capable of doubt. He is a billionaire built on precision, control, and a resentment he never questioned. Power has stripped him of mercy. When he sees Lena again-dressed for another man, standing exactly where he believes she chose to stand-his judgment finalizes. She betrayed him once. Now she's proving it. He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't want explanations. He wants confirmation-and control. Money becomes a weapon. Silence becomes obedience. And Lena learns just how expensive survival can be. But Adrian's empire is cracking. His mother is dying, and her deal is brutal in its simplicity: marriage in echange for another round of chemo. What begins as punishment becomes proximity. What begins as resentment mutates into obsession. And beneath Adrian's certainty lurks a truth so corrosive it could dismantle everything he built. This is not a love story. It is not forgiveness. It is power colliding with memory. Control strangling truth. And two people bound together by a lie that refuses to stay buried. Because some love stories don't burn slowly. They detonate. And when the truth comes out... nothing survives intact./1/116422/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7b9f5570997ac446a8daebf55b46813&imageMogr2/format/webp)
EYES OPEN
"Stable. Good on paper." When Camille Vann read those four words on her husband's phone, Derek was spending his third consecutive night at a four-star hotel with his married ex-girlfriend. It was the exact evaluation Derek had given Camille just two weeks before proposing to her. In his eyes, Camille was never the love of his life. She was merely the sensible, "good on paper" choice, while he promised his lover he would never stop caring for her. Camille did not scream. She did not cry. With chilling composure, she cloned his messages, screenshotted the evidence, and backed everything up to a hidden email account he didn't even know existed. If Derek wanted a calculated marriage, she would give him a clinical execution. Then, she dialed the one number that would change everything: the husband of her husband's lover. Rhys Callahan is cold, sharp, and highly intelligent. Brought together by a shared betrayal, Camille and Rhys meet over coffee, dismantling two marriages with the quiet efficiency of professional strategists. But as their transactional alliance deepens, Camille realizes Rhys is the only person who truly sees past her mask of composure and the growing tension between them becomes impossible to ignore. Just as they prepare to deliver the final blow, their targets retaliate. Trapped inside a dangerous game of narrative control, Camille must decide how far she is willing to go. When your enemies have spent years preparing weapons for your ruin, can a calculated alliance turn into the one thing you never planned to protect?/1/118370/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d3e2957bfa7ee73f58ec887b11e33e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
