Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Fake Engaged to My Hockey Rival
"Still playing dirty, Huntress?" he taunted, pinning me with those piercing grey-blue eyes. "Still hiding behind your daddy's money, Reaper?" I shot back, my blood boiling. Lanaya Roux and Maverick Hayden are college hockey royalty-and bitter rivals. As the captains of competing university teams, their hatred on the ice is matched only by the legendary feud between their billionaire families' empires. But when their ruthless fathers force them into a fake engagement to secure an $18 billion corporate merger, Lanaya and Maverick are thrown into the ultimate game of survival. The rules are simple: Live together in the same penthouse. Smile for the cameras. Pretend to be madly in love for six months. It was supposed to be strictly business. But behind closed doors, the venom they spit at each other quickly morphs into a scorching, undeniable addiction. Maverick is an arrogant, aggressively protective alpha who refuses to let her go, and Lanaya is the fiercely independent captain who refuses to submit. Beneath their explosive chemistry lies a devastating secret: a shared tragedy from eight years ago that claimed the life of Lanaya's brother and shattered their innocent childhood bond. With the national hockey championship on the line, scandalous secrets surfacing, and unseen enemies sabotaging their every move, the line between love and hate has never been so dangerous. What happens when the fake engagement to your worst enemy becomes the only real thing in your life?/0/58817/coverorgin.jpg?v=35de3348a2fe7533524a76f27beedfce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ENTRAPPED IN THE CEO'S EMBRACE
Sophie has had a secret crush on Benjamin Hayes for four years. Initially captivated by his charm and appearance, she fantasizes about a future with him. However, when Benjamin finally notices Sophie and they begin to interact, she discovers that he is not the ideal man she imagined but a notorious playboy. As Sophie's infatuation wanes, Benjamin starts showing genuine interest in her, leading to a complex emotional struggle for Sophie as she grapples with her fading feelings and his newfound attention/1/101926/coverorgin.jpg?v=153b0a77281acb72488f5bb716ff50a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back./0/58453/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a0401ec8ff8dfef02ad87df8df0cbec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Redefining My Fate
In the previous life, I was framed for cheating in the college entrance examination and was banned from taking the exam for three years. My future was completely ruined. My twin sister, on the other hand, successfully got into the USC School of Cinematic Arts and became a top female star in the entertainment industry, while I worked in a factory screwing screws. After work, I was robbed and killed in the outskirts with no one to claim my body. After being reborn, I kept my sister's admission ticket. I reported the human traffickers' parents to the police./0/79054/coverorgin.jpg?v=248fd387f8a7ef06a95d551925555a22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance./0/99287/coverorgin.jpg?v=54676b708c278bcabd1d9f98f9bb1ae0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy, We Have Found Mommy
Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents. Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City. * "Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne. But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time? What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?/1/102857/coverorgin.jpg?v=5276123ce725745b44ab39f7aa4668f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival
The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war./1/112686/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ac55d85413e580c4d7c729500582d86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Secret Chairman
To escape my toxic ex-fiancé and the father who froze my assets, I entered a contract marriage with Barrett, a cold but protective corporate consultant. I thought he was my safe harbor. I even confided my secret, ruthless strategy to take back control of my company from my ex. But at the most critical board meeting, a mysterious new chairman dialed in. The synthesized voice coming through the speakerphone systematically dismantled the board and took over the company, using the exact, word-for-word strategy I had only ever whispered to my husband in the dead of night. My ex-fiancé turned pale with panic. The board members were stunned into silence. And I sat there, my blood running completely cold. The man who had held my hand in the hospital, who had slept in my bed, and who had promised to protect me, had just committed the ultimate corporate espionage. Every tender touch, every late-night confession—was it all just a calculated move to steal my life's work? How could the only person who made me feel safe use my deepest vulnerabilities to orchestrate my ruin? I packed up my files, walked straight out of that boardroom, and prepared to disappear from his life forever. But when I fled to my best friend's apartment to hide, I looked out the window. The ruthless mastermind who had just stolen my empire was standing completely still in the freezing downpour, waiting for me to come down./1/113078/coverorgin.jpg?v=501a12759e7842fdaa95dc9b7730767f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The President
I was just a senior in college, struggling with student loans and a part-time job, when a plastic stick with two pink lines shattered my world. I had no memory of the graduation party a month ago, only a terrifying, blacked-out void and the lingering, haunting scent of expensive cedarwood. But before I could even process the pregnancy, I was publicly humiliated by a frat boy's over-the-top proposal, which ended with me vomiting in front of the entire campus. That's when a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up, and I was whisked away to a mansion and forced into a marriage with the most powerful man in the country-Senator Hilbert Wilkinson. His grandmother revealed that the child I was carrying was the Wilkinson heir, and they demanded I sign a prenup to save his presidential campaign from scandal. I was drowning in debt, and they offered to save my parents from ruin, but the cost was becoming a pawn in a loveless, corporate political merger. Why did I have no memory of that night, and how could a man as cold as ice be the father of my child? I signed the papers, but as I walked into his forbidden private quarters and found myself holding his silk underwear just as he stepped out of the shower, I knew this year of "marriage" wouldn't be the quiet arrangement he expected./1/117497/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6cb3f5320828c927d13ae49f269bfb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke Me, Now Watch Me Shine
Chloe thought the positive pregnancy test in her trembling hand would finally save her cold, three-year marriage to Alistair. But before she could tell him, her best friend Elara blocked her path, dangling an identical lab report and whispering that she was also carrying Alistair's child. Elara even smugly admitted she had orchestrated the fake cheating scandal that made Alistair hate Chloe in the first place. When Alistair arrived, Elara threw herself into his arms, faking an attack and a sudden miscarriage. Alistair violently shoved Chloe to the ground, ignoring her desperate confession about her own pregnancy. To protect his mistress, he threatened to bankrupt Chloe's adoptive parents to force her into signing the divorce papers. "You think that some bastard child is going to threaten me?" He then ordered his loyal driver to take her to Widow's Leap and plunge her locked car off the rocky cliff. As the windshield shattered and freezing black water filled her lungs, Chloe curled around her stomach in absolute terror. She couldn't understand how the man she loved so deeply could ruthlessly execute her and their unborn baby just to pave the way for a venomous liar. Three years later, inside the city's most exclusive bridal boutique, renowned couture designer Chloe Shen adjusted her immaculate dress. Looking at her reconstructed face in the mirror, she turned to greet the newly engaged Alistair and Elara with a perfect, chilling smile, her revenge finally beginning./1/114250/coverorgin.jpg?v=52fdef088538f524b4cf4878ccb36e79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns
Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."/0/79651/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfb3c066c2ce7b94aaf333b9fc0a03c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years' Love, Shattered by a Call
My wedding to Ethan, the man I’d loved for five years, was weeks away. Everything was set for our future, a beautifully planned life together. Then the call came: Ethan’s high school sweetheart, Chloe, was found with severe amnesia, still believing she was his girlfriend. Ethan postponed our wedding, asked me to pretend to be his brother Liam’s girlfriend, insisting it was "for Chloe’s sake." I endured quiet agony watching him relive their past, his every loving gesture now for her. Chloe’s Instagram became a public shrine to their "rekindled" love, #TrueLove emblazoned everywhere. I even found a groundbreaking clinic for Chloe, hoping for an end, but Ethan brushed it off. Then, I overheard him: I was just a "placeholder," a "good sport" who would wait, because I had "nowhere else to go." Five years of my life, my love, my loyalty, reduced to a disposable convenience. The cold, calculated betrayal punched the air from my lungs. He thought I was trapped, that he could use me at will, then return to me, expecting gratitude. Numb, I stumbled. And then, I met Liam, Ethan’s quiet brother. "I need to get married, Liam. To someone. Soon." The words escaped me. Liam, who had watched silently, responded: "What if I said I'd marry you, Ava? For real." A dangerous, desperate plan ignited within me, fueled by pain and a fierce desire for reckoning. "Alright, Liam," I declared, a new resolve hardening my voice. "But I have conditions: Ethan must be your Best Man, and he must give me away at the altar." The charade was about to begin, but now, it was on my terms. And Ethan had no idea the bride was truly me./1/110873/coverorgin.jpg?v=09438df2cc6e0068df3892dc746da4e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By My Ruthless Boss
She wasn't his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go. *** Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin. The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark. Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal. Oceans swore he didn't touch his employees. He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago. But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered. And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession. There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one. He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn't care. What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he's been searching for all along. Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé. Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves./0/25778/coverorgin.jpg?v=1344b7370d00eb816036de3c4565c100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Each time you break a rule; I'll claim a part of your body as mine" Forced to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate to pay for her parent's debt and her grandmother's hospital bills. "Live with my son for 30 days, if you don't fall in love with him, I'll cancel this contract." Can Malissa live with the handsome, hot and dominating Hayden for 30 days without falling for his charms? However, there are rules to living with this lusty monster and as Malissa breaks them, she learns of pleasures that she never knew existed. As his touches set her on fire, her heart starts to melt. But does the two have a future together when Hayden is in love with someone else and Malissa cannot get over her ex-boyfriend? READ NOW to find out!/1/114381/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff8cd506227648fcacff5f346c86d6a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes of Our Vows: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times. Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet. I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars. That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me. After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you." Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again. In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch. But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby. Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child." Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago. When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time." At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago. I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."/0/91560/coverorgin.jpg?v=72de5c3d18fcb0abb43cb70fe08e857b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 100-Point Divorce Plan
For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure./0/81363/coverorgin.jpg?v=e82a6635a5acf44e6adf5ed9e30372be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Day Betrayal
Eight years. That's how long I' d waited to marry Sarah. Our wedding day was absolute perfection, every detail meticulously planned, a dream finally realized. My mother, Maria, my biggest supporter, beamed as she watched us from the front row, a picture of warmth and boundless kindness. It was everything I' d ever wanted. But as Sarah raised her glass for the toast, a strange, strained sound, her voice wasn' t sweet. It was laced with an unimaginable ice. "To Maria," she declared, her gaze fixed with a chilling intensity on my beloved mother, "for murdering my partner, Officer Alex Chen." The lavish ballroom went utterly silent. My mother, Maria, gasped, collapsing onto the floor. Sarah stood there, no longer in her pristine white wedding dress, but starkly in her NYPD uniform, her voice flat, devoid of emotion: "Our eight years, Ethan? All a lie. A calculated lie to bring her to justice." Then, pure chaos erupted. Men in dark suits, clearly her accomplices, stormed in. They shattered our wedding, smashing every delicate dream, beating me back as I desperately tried to reach my fallen mother. My entire world, this beautiful wedding, had instantly transformed into a public nightmare. My kind, gentle mother, branded a cold-blooded murderer. How could the woman I loved, the woman I had trusted implicitly for eight years, do something so monstrous? Lies? A devastating setup? It felt like an impossible, cruel joke playing out before my eyes. Who was this terrifying stranger wearing Sarah' s familiar face? Days later, physically bruised and emotionally broken, the only beacon of hope in my despair was my childhood friend, Dr. Chloe Davis. She not only saved my mother but then handed me a cryptic USB drive. A ghost from the past, containing what she believed was the truth from Alex Chen himself. I knew then, with a resolve I hadn't realized I possessed: I would uncover every dark layer of this calculated deception, no matter the agonizing cost. My mother' s innocence, and the very foundation of my life, depended on me unraveling this devastating lie./0/81311/coverorgin.jpg?v=5abc691c75406d48aae4b3eeac614201&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on My Wedding Day
I lay dying, fifty years of my life a bitter regret. My wife, Chloe, whispered her final wish: "Scatter my ashes… with Ethan's." Ethan. My half-brother. Even in her last breath, he was her focus. My own heart gave out, not from illness, but from the crushing weight of a life wasted, a fifty-year mistake born of obligation. All I felt was a cold, absolute despair, so much regret. Then, blinding light. I gasped, sitting bolt upright, in my own bed. My hands were young, strong. My reflection showed a sharp, twenty-five-year-old face. The expensive watch on the nightstand screamed the date: my wedding day. The very day that started my gilded cage of a life. But this time, a surge of something fierce ignited within me. Not this time. Never again. I wouldn't repeat the same mistake. I knew exactly what I wanted, who I truly wanted. At the altar, as the whispers started about Chloe' s inexplicable lateness, I turned from the stunned crowd. I walked past my furious father, past the gawking socialites, straight to her. Ava Chen, the wild, vibrant tech heiress, my silent protector in another life, the one who died saving me. "Chloe seems to have other priorities," I announced, my voice clear and steady. "Ava Chen, would you do me the honor of marrying me instead?" Her eyes widened, then a slow, defiant smile spread across her face. "Liam Miller," she said, her voice a balm, "I thought you'd never ask." This was my second chance. This time, I was choosing my own destiny./0/83936/coverorgin.jpg?v=1628f28428ff8da9e3e02767991acfe6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Queen of Comebacks
My mother, the CEO of a media empire, gave me a choice between two men for a strategic marriage: my charming Yale tutor or my stoic head of security. But I'd already lived this life, and I knew the truth: my tutor, Professor Blakely, was conspiring with the "sweet" intern, Sabrina, while my trusted security chief, Andrew Scott, was blindly devoted to her. In my past life, they plotted against me, framed me for incompetence, and even delivered a laxative-laced energy drink to publicly humiliate me during a major charity gala. Their betrayal extended to a staged kidnapping, a fabricated "dead" security guard, and a corporate scheme designed to destroy my family's empire, turning my supposed allies into my worst enemies. Why did they hate me so much, and why would the men I once thought I loved sacrifice everything to elevate a conniving intern? This time, reborn to the exact moment of choice, I knew I wouldn't fall for their traps; instead, I'd marry the family's shadowy, emotionless "fixer," Wesley Hughes, turning him into my ultimate weapon./1/105452/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1f0c3ba7db346f99e9ad11d39eb5439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
