Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Madly In Love
She was forced to wed him. Their marriage was only a deal, but he intended to get more from her. How could she resist a perfect and cunning man like him? She thought it was true love between them until she found out his secret... "Divorce?" Then, the divorce agreement was burned and she was coerced by him to come back. He pushed her into a corner and murmured, "No matter who you are, you are mine!" She might have come back by force, but she still loved him. Where will their story go?/1/114546/coverorgin.jpg?v=0068de0765c7a61cc8ce69ae6bcf24d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By My Possessive Adoptive Brother
For three years, seven-year-old Finley worshipped her adopted older brother, Hartley. He was her ultimate protector, the genius puppet master who taught her to rule her elite prep school. But the illusion of his love shattered completely in the school cafeteria. When a bully violently yanked Finley's hair, her primal rage took over. Instead of waiting for Hartley's calculated rescue, she fought back, tackling the boy and leaving herself covered in his blood and ketchup. When Hartley finally intervened, he didn't check if she was hurt. Seeing his pristine, carefully controlled possession acting like a feral creature terrified him. His absolute authority over her was slipping. In front of three hundred staring students, Hartley pointed a shaking finger at her torn clothes. "Look at what you're doing! How dare you let yourself become this messy? You are out of control, and I will not allow you to act like some wild, feral creature!" The words hit Finley with the physical force of a sledgehammer. The boy who wiped her tears and fed her candy wasn't a loving brother. He was a dictator, a warden who only cared about keeping his favorite toy perfectly on her strings. The public betrayal was absolute. Why did her safety have to come at the cost of her total submission? A broken sob tore from her throat as she violently slapped his reaching hand away. The blind worship was dead. As Finley turned and sprinted out of the cafeteria, the war to cut her strings officially began./0/48034/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2f6284480f6b553b1eb77bfe18a0a4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidnapped By The CEO
Maria, a smart and witty mouthed young lady, found herself in a compromising situation that could either make or break her and to top it all, it was with her boss. Running away from her past life and keeping things hidden but entangling herself with her boss threatens to bring her secret which she tried so hard to keep./0/22727/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0f54f49a07f8328203ea19dcb9857aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Medical Romance
Mark Howard is a 6.3 feet tall and good looking ex- Navy corpsman. After being honorably discharged, he follows his dream to continue saving lives by moving to work at a civilian hospital. Love was never on his mind, until he encounters Teela Miller, a beautiful feisty woman and a secretary to one of the head doctors./0/23376/coverorgin.jpg?v=7396535497730fa2167bb39864eed3d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CONTRACTED TO THE CEO
Xavien Caruso has been designed to drive any woman beyond seven sensations of pleasure. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and will dangle his fingers in everything that is forbidden. This billionaire bad boy might have you on his speed dial, but you will never capture his heart. Mekayla Winters is determined and ready to be successful in a man’s world. There is a mystery behind this girl that every man desires. Immune to Xavien’s advances, she presents something he wishes to conquer. Xavien makes Mekayla an offer she simply cannot refuse. She has thirty days to make him fall in love with her, yet he is ruthless and will do whatever he can to ensure that this does not happen, losing is simply not an option. Can this beauty bring this bad boy to his knees?/1/115844/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e071e68d1e2f987993e2a484b2d425e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters. When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love. Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess. The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open. "Get out of my house!" My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me. But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate. As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle. "I want him to be my new guardian."/0/90537/coverorgin.jpg?v=6368dfc621004ffd894efa88aeee0c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress They Betrayed
Everyone in the city of Westrington knew that Claire Harrington, the youngest daughter the Harringtons found and brought back years ago, was the fiercest woman in town. Her husband, Gavin Fulton, wasn't just the only heir to Fulton Group—he was also the most sought-after surgeon in the entire city. They pampered Claire, let her run wild, and gave her everything she ever wanted. Her older brother, Graham Harrington, had her back at the company. He once swore publicly that the company would always belong to Claire, and he was just the one making money for her. The only one who ever encouraged her to step out of her comfort zone was Nina Harrington, the "wrong heiress" raised in Claire's place. Nina told her to be independent, to stop relying on others. Claire laughed it off, thinking Nina was just overthinking everything. Until the news hit—Nina had been stabbed in the Harrington Group underground garage. Claire rushed to call the one person she trusted most—Gavin. But the reply from the hospital shattered her. Gavin was in surgery... saving the man who'd attacked Nina. Even her brother Graham redirected all available medical staff to ensure the attacker survived. Claire screamed. She begged. She dropped to her knees, pleading with them to save her sister. But Graham simply ordered someone to restrain her. "Claire, calm down, would you? She's not even your real sister. Even if you lose her, you still have a husband and a brother who love you. But Marissa... she's different. And that man we're saving, he raised Marissa for over twenty years!"/1/112924/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f3343401eaa1640dffa7adfe3dc1270&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife Makes Her Spectacular Comeback
Ciel rushed to the VIP hospital suite, terrified by an "urgent" text about her husband's grandmother. Instead, she found her billionaire husband, Dion, tenderly comforting his mistress, Baylie. Dion threw a separation agreement on the table, demanding Ciel take the public blame for his infidelity and leave with nothing. "Sign it," Dion sneered, "or tomorrow morning, every sordid detail of your time in the foster system will be on the front page." He threatened her with her sealed childhood records—the deepest, most painful trauma she had guarded with her life. The cruelty didn't stop there. To protect his mistress's fraudulent charity, Dion used his corporate power to get Ciel suspended from her law firm. Worse, just to punish Ciel, he deliberately funded a known domestic abuser, giving the monster the financial power to take away the children of Ciel's only pro bono client. For three years, Ciel had been a silent, obedient wife. She had endured his coldness, even foolishly hoping for the anniversary diamond necklace that she ultimately saw sparkling around Baylie's neck. How could the man who once vowed to protect her weaponize her deepest scars and destroy innocent lives just to prove he could? But the despair finally burned down to ash. Ciel didn't cry or beg. She calmly left the antique wedding ring on his pillow, shredded their only wedding photo, and completely erased her digital footprint from his world. When Dion finally realized what he had lost, the game had already changed./0/81128/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0c38ebe0f5c8851cb0bba49f39eb31f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stolen Life, My True Love
The buzzing chaos of my engagement party in 2002 felt sickeningly familiar. I was Ava, back in a life I' d already lived and lost, my head throbbing with memories of a past I was meant to escape. I stood beside Mike, the charming screw-up I' d painstakingly transformed into a partner, turning our dead-end family farm into a success in my first existence. Then I saw her: Chloe, my stepsister, radiating false innocence, her arm provocatively linked with David's. She was the one who plunged a knife into my back, because she couldn't stand my happiness. But the true horror struck when our eyes met – a cold, knowing flicker passed between us. She knew. She was back too. Suddenly, Chloe let out a dramatic wail, tearing herself from David. "No! I can't marry David! I want to marry Mike!" she declared, her voice ringing with feigned tears, publicly humiliating David and staking her claim on my future livelihood. Sharon, my calculated stepmother, then slyly tried to push David, a man Chloe would cripple and abandon in our previous lives, onto me, thinking she was winning her cruel game. The audacity of it: my murderer, back from the dead, attempting to steal the very life she' d taken from me before. A terrifying question echoed: What twisted game was this, and why was fate giving her another chance to ruin everything? A furious resolve simmered beneath my feigned hurt. "But I have conditions," I stated, my eyes fixed on Sharon' s, a new steel in my voice. This wasn't just a switch of fiancés; this was round two. And this time, I would not only thrive, but dismantle every one of their vile schemes, making them pay for every single betrayal./0/91186/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b9addbb0cdd0006aba37fa4cbab9532&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak And Wars
BLUR Aloe reaches her limit in her toxic marriage when she discovers her billionaire husband was cheating on her on their matrimonial bed and wasn't remorseful about it. Pregnant and desperate to escape her toxic husband, she flees into the arms of his sworn enemy, Blake Matthew. Caught in a war between two old sworn rivalers, Aloe must fight for her life and her child... But now the question is, can she reclaim her future without losing herself to the war between two men who want to destroy each other?/0/97675/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7ec2d8859698ecc714687d88551e7d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Substitute No More, A Queen Returns
For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved. Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her. They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic. When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled. They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face. The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die. But I didn't die. I climbed back up, faked my death, and disappeared. They wanted a ghost. I decided to give them one./0/85346/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfd98da37b1f0ebbfe54ffc036c4f2c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After the Betrayal
The scent of lilies and hairspray usually meant joy, but for me, Abigail Turner, on what was supposed to be my wedding day, it was a suffocating prelude to disaster. I stood in my bridal gown, gazing into an ornate mirror, my heart a storm. Then Brandon Hayes, my fiancé, walked in, his eyes cold and distant. He took his mother' s diamond necklace, an heirloom he' d given me, straight from my neck. "I need that back," he said, his voice flat. Before I could process the shock, my cousin, Seraphina Vance, appeared, clutching an overnight bag, her eyes red-rimmed. Without a word, Brandon fastened the necklace around her neck. My future, my life, was now hers. "I can' t marry you, Abby," Brandon declared, his voice devoid of emotion. "The wedding is canceled." Then, he looked at Seraphina, his voice softening. "I' m marrying Seraphina. Today." Just like that, my own cousin, who should have been my bridesmaid, was taking my place. "Why?" I managed to choke out. Brandon sighed, as if burdened by immense self-pity. "It' s for the good of the family. There' s a curse, Abby. A psychic told Seraphina' s mother. If I don' t marry her, something terrible will happen." Seraphina sniffled, burying her face in his chest. "I' m so sorry, Abby. I didn' t want this." He held her tight, then looked back at me, his eyes filled with a bizarre pity. "It' s just for a few years, Abby. Once the danger from the curse has passed, I' ll divorce her. Just wait for me. You' ll always be the one I love." The absurdity of his words was staggering. He wanted me to wait. My family rushed in, drawn by the commotion. My mother' s face paled at the scene: me in my dress, Brandon holding Seraphina, the necklace on the wrong neck. Everyone expected tears, screams, pleas. But a strange calm washed over me. The heartbreak was a cold, hard stone in my chest, but my mind was clear. I looked at Brandon, the man I thought I would spend my life with, and saw a stranger-a weak, arrogant man easily manipulated by my jealous cousin. I turned to my father, my voice steady and firm. "Dad, do you remember the arrangement with the Beaumont family in Europe?" His eyes widened in shock. "Abby, you don' t mean…" "I do," I said. "Call them. Tell them I accept." Silence fell over the room. My life as Abigail "Abby" Turner ended in that moment. The next day, I was on a plane to Europe. Five years later, the world knows me as Ava Beaumont. I am a respected art curator, happily married, and six months pregnant. I am back in the United States for the first time in five years, for my husband William' s grandfather' s ninetieth birthday. And I am a completely different woman./0/82426/coverorgin.jpg?v=e12fba74df33c5e1ea13b47739da29c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ranchland Refuge: Where Love Grows
The recurring nightmare was a constant torment, a horrifying glimpse into my future. Every night, I watched myself trapped, broken, married to Ethan Vanderbilt, his cruel eyes and chilling smile haunting my sleep as Brittany Miller, his manipulative girlfriend, whispered poison in his ear. But this time, it hit differently. I jolted awake, heart hammering, but the terror wasn't just residual dream-fear. The details were sharper, the pain more intense. It wasn't just a bad dream; it felt like a memory, a terrifying premonition burned into my soul, a stark warning of the life awaiting me as Mrs. Ethan Vanderbilt. My familiar East Coast bedroom did nothing to calm the dread. My engagement, meticulously planned by our influential families and celebrated by society, was no longer a gilded cage – it was a death sentence. I couldn't breathe. I saw my very spirit withering in a silent, opulent prison, completely at his mercy. How could my aunt, bound by her powerful Senator husband and their family alliances, only see an "advantageous match" when I saw a monster? They feared the scandal of breaking the engagement; I feared losing my entire self. "What's more important?" I choked, "His career, or my life? Because I' m telling you, marrying Ethan will destroy me." The fear was a cold knot in my stomach, but a desperate, burning resolve ignited. I couldn't accept this fate. I had relived my end, and I refused to walk that path again. Looking at my pale, haunted reflection, I whispered, "No. I won't let him. I'll change it." My desperate fight for freedom began at that very moment./0/67177/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d5e1cc112a4d74a4ff80f1ca3b481d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jewel Of His Heart: Who Knew Love Could Be So Treacherous?
Cathryn, an orphan with no family ties to Grayson, regarded him only as family. He, however, valued her as a precious jewel. From their very first encounter, Cathryn's destiny was intertwined with his. Once lonely and desiring affection, she was ensnared by his love, unable to break free. Eventually, she managed to escape his emotional clutches. Shockingly, she had fallen for someone else. Grayson confronted her sharply. "How could you feel for another?" Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered, "You're family. I can't..." Looking down, he pressed further. "You can't, or you wouldn’t dare?"/0/41870/coverorgin.jpg?v=83bf840d11da67fb6f215dfce8643a1e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Unexpected Marriage
They say that destiny can be played; it will do things you do not expect, and that is what happened to Miles Virgilio when her parents told her that they would marry her to a man she did not even know. Her parents were afraid that her grandmother’s curse would come true, and when she reached the age of thirty and had no husband, she would be an old maiden. Miles objected to that marriage, especially when she discovered that Zandy Saavedra was the man who would marry her. He was the man she saw kissing her boyfriend, and the reason why they broke up. But because of what happened to her father, she had no other choice but to marry the man she thought was gay. How can she get along with someone like Zandy? Will there be love in their marriage to Zandy, even if she thinks he’s gay and he was the reason she and her ex-boyfriend broke up? Is she ready to play the game of destiny?/0/45439/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d6d255aa00efede3b6461c7058e98ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pursuit of Happiness
Pursuit of Happiness Anne thought she had everything-love, friendship, and a promising future-until Collins, the man she thought she'd build a life with, abruptly walks out of her life. Reeling from the heartbreak, Anne attends a university dinner where she meets the charming and dangerous Elvis, the notorious son of a billionaire. What begins as an innocent encounter turns into a nightmare when Anne, with the help of her best friend Josephine, is kidnapped by Elvis and his men. When they are caught and arrested, Elvis' powerful father uses his influence to secure their release, leaving Anne trapped in a world of danger and deceit. Fearing for her life, Anne flees the country, leaving everything behind to start fresh as a student and waitress. In her new life, she finds solace in the arms of Alex, a man who seems to understand her pain. But just when Anne begins to believe she has found happiness again, Collins resurfaces, threatening the fragile peace she's built with Alex. Torn between the past and the future, Anne must confront the dangerous web of love, betrayal, and power that refuses to let her go. Will Anne ever truly escape her past and find the happiness she seeks, or will it follow her wherever she goes?/0/83724/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ffa4d836ec8b05dd0f071c6637a8b43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Who Rose
I was a Davenport heiress, engaged to Blake Vanderbilt III. My old-money life seemed perfectly scripted, culminating tonight at the Spinsters' Ball. My cousin, Savannah, the family charity case, was always my dearest confidante, urging me to "live a little" and ignore whispers about my weight. But at the ball, Blake shattered it all. Under blinding flashes, he publicly declared his love for Savannah: "The engagement is off. I cannot marry an embarrassment." He looked directly at me. The whispers turned to roars. The Boston tabloids screamed, "Hefty Heiress Dumped at Debut," pairing my tear-streaked face with Savannah's triumphant smile. Back home, Savannah, dripping crocodile tears, twisted the knife, confessing her years-long campaign. "You sat around...eating cake," she sneered, exposing her malice. How could the girl I'd shared my home and everything with orchestrate such public humiliation? Why was I so blind to her calculated sabotage, her sweet encouragement a poison meant to destroy me? There was no anger, no heartbreak… just an unsettling calm and a sudden, clear vision. They expected tears, begging, a scene. But when she claimed my grandmother's heirloom pearls, something snapped. I snatched them back. I left the mockery behind, walking away from the life they thought they'd destroyed. They had no idea who they were truly dealing with./0/51928/coverorgin.jpg?v=585ad26b02483242623df2667c820a85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My First Love Cold Hearted
"What is this, Michael?" I asked him when he gave me an invitation card. Of course I know what it is but I want to ask him if what it is really for. "Invitation card, obviously. There's a big party and you have to go." He is stuck. He just rolled his eyeballs at me. I thought at that time that he had a surprise for me and that our relationship would be fixed just for our son Lenoah, but no. I attended a party just to get hurt too much. Because it was their engagement party. At first I thought Kalezy was just joking. I also know that Michael is her boyfriend but seeing me hurt face to face is what I couldn't handle. I had a quick breakdown. “W-We still haven't fixed our past problem, Michael. I kept your son from you for two years and even though I was hurt then that you let me go, I chose to introduce you to Lenoah as his father. I'm the first one who tried to fix our relationship but... I also suffered because you don't want me anymore. I know how much I wronged you before, Michael. I'm sorry but you gonna hurt me like this face to face? Michael, w-is it really gone? Don't you really love me anymore? Are you really giving up?” "A person's feelings change, Novy, and besides, it's been a long time," he said without emotion. I smiled bitterly. He's right. A person's feelings do change. "I understand. Sorry, if I'm too naughty. I'm sorry if I'm still trying to fix our relationship because I'm just thinking about our son," I said softly. "You planned to frame me up so I can get back to you, Novy. That's what I hate the most about what you did," he said coldly. "I'm sorry... I-I made a mistake..." I once let Michael go and it still hurt me too much. But I can handle it if I let him go a second time, right? I love Michael very much. But I know a different Michael now. The Michael I loved before and I was the only one he valued but now is gone. Another woman owns his heart and it's not me anymore. "S-Sorry... I promise you... I won't... I won't tease you anymore. B-I'll just visit Lenoah at your condo---" "We will also move to our subdivision." I quickly wiped my tears. It dripped one after another and my chest was tight. “In that case. S-We'll just meet outside," I said and sniffed even more. It's not just my tears, but also my cold. "I'll just give you a schedule." I nodded. "S-Alright, ah. I-I'll go first,” I said goodbye and because my knee was getting soft I almost lost my balance. He quickly grabbed my elbow to support me but I immediately pulled my hand back. "I'm fine..." I said and raised my hand and started walking. “New...” When I got out of the hotel, I just laughed so hard. Even the weather seems to be keeping up with my disappointment and sadness. It is raining heavily and the wind is also very cold. My tears are also pouring and it really doesn't stop. "New! Are you insane?!” my cousin Devillaine yelled at me. When he saw me walking and making it rain. "New!" “H-Leave me alone, Devi. I-I just want to... get wet in the rain.” "You are really crazy! You know you get a fever easily when you get wet in the rain!” He shouted at me while pulling my arm but I struggled. "I told you to let me go!" “New...” "N-I'm in pain, Devi... I-I just want... to forget even for a moment." "Then I will take you to the bar. I'll go get drunk with you if you want. Don't do this, Novy...” he said and just hugged me. I just cried on his shoulder. *** The news about their engagement party was hot and even though Michael and Kalezy were not engaged then he always went to the gym where the tennis players practiced. He does the same to me. He will watch our practice, even if it takes him an hour, he doesn't get bored waiting for me, but now... He's watching a different girl. Because I got wet from the rain last night, I did have a fever, but I also went in because we had practice. Our competition was coming up again but when our coach noticed that I was not myself, he gave me a break. I'm still wrapped in my varsity jacket and I'm really cold. "New! Your pogi boyfriend is looking for you. Cry without seeing you!” my tennis player friend also told me. Even though I was sick, I still smiled. Because I know who he is referring to as my boyfriend. It's my son. The net was blocking between us but that was often the scene between the two of us. He was holding it so I knelt down so that I could face his face. His eyes and nose were red. "Hi. Are you looking for me, babe?” I asked him and he snorted. “M-Mommy...” "Why is my boyfriend crying?" I asked him softly and he was about to touch both of my cheeks when I avoided it. "Your girlfriend is sick, babe. Kisses, hugs and touches are not allowed because Mommy's trying baby might get infected." "I just miss my girlfriend," he said and chuckled softly. "I miss you too, my baby." "You're close, Mommy. You will transfer your fever to me and then I will transfer it to Daddy." “Oh. You're with your girlfriend's rival again, hmm?” "Mommy..." "I love you,/0/80804/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fc8027675a40e315d06aa9874d40f72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
