Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Once Bitten Twice Shy
What was that dripping sound? It sounded like an echo, a noise from far away repeating itself in an effort to wake her up. What had happened? Her eyes pulled open but she wasn't able to see much, her vision was foggy and her mind was blur. The car door fell open and she found herself struggling to crawl out, unsure of what was happening but all she knew was that she had to crawl and so she did. She kept crawling. Her head pounded, eating at her strength as she pulled herself through the rough ground. As dizzy as she was, she could only recognise a few things; the horrible smell of smoke and the dark small cave sitting in the hills not very far from her. Her groan was loud and painful. There was a sting in the lower part of her body that she couldn't assimilate at that moment and so she continued to crawl. When she was finally in the cave, her hands began to wobble. They had taken her to the destination and couldn't do anything more. She begged them to let her go deeper into the cave but they were bent on their stance. And so she gave in. After one last effort to remember what had happened or even who she was, Tiffany's head fell on the hard stony ground of the cave. The vertigo in her head had stopped and the stinging pain in her legs was no longer. She laid in her faint. An arm supporting her small head and her legs shut tight. She laid unconscious and heavily asleep in the icy winter cold./0/19986/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f3cc2a3913cc9e344638ea3827b57cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scarcely Bemused
Kane has a personal dilemma she's bargaining with, and as soon as she opened the door for a man, she has to face her nightmares once again. On the 15th of March, 2019, a realistic woman, a kindergarten teacher at the district of Eli Bethsaida with an artistical intuition, quietly spends time with herself and her work, not until a man showed up in front of the doorway of her classroom, saying he's there to confess an urgent matter and an hour after, things become a mess. With a second thought, Kane heard him, but not fully trusted him for he is Hazel Palejaro Marquis, a person who brought deception in the village of Nol Magno, who has set the Lair Hides Low Sanctuary into its downfall. Days and weeks after, she has embarked herself with the others, reconciled with hope, trust, loyalty, and companionship. With them, she has learned the subtler meaning of their language before the eight-year or the previous mark— when they were in the presence of their youth. When they were promised by April 5th a better 2011. When they were scarcely bemused./0/80840/coverorgin.jpg?v=734d114b29e5a966f3f3b4f8f29d4058&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Secret Son
Ethan Miller, a dedicated architect, sacrificed his dreams for a decade to support his powerful CEO wife, Victoria, believing they shared a deep, quiet bond. He loved her, despite a quiet sorrow about being told they likely couldn't have children. Then, Victoria dropped a bombshell: she'd been drugged in Miami and slept with Liam, her young intern turned personal assistant. Six months later, a shocking hospital visit revealed she was pregnant—with Liam's baby. Instead of choosing Ethan, Victoria ruthlessly prioritized Liam and the child, systematically pushing her husband out of their shared life. He faced public humiliation and false accusations, orchestrated by Liam, isolating Ethan further. After their divorce, Liam's malice peaked with a brutal alley mugging, leaving Ethan beaten and alone, specifically told, "That's from Liam." Just when he thought he'd hit rock bottom, a devastating cancer diagnosis struck, a cruel irony after such profound betrayal. How could a man who gave everything be reduced to this, facing emotional ruin, physical assault, and a life-threatening illness, seemingly at his ex-wife's lover's mercy? From this darkest hour, a surprising ally emerged: Scarlett Dubois, who not only saved him but stood by him through his grueling recovery, hinting at a future he never imagined./1/101959/coverorgin.jpg?v=c467d70dac4144bcefc3e4e149b68172&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Panic Room's Deadly Secret
I was eight months pregnant when my husband drugged me and locked me in our panic room. The contractions started immediately, fierce and too soon. He told me over the intercom that his late partner's widow was also in labor. Her child had to be born first to inherit billions from a tech fund. He ignored my screams, my pleas, the blood soaking through my nightgown. He called me dramatic and manipulative. His sister arrived, not to help, but to inject me with another drug to "keep me quiet." I felt my baby's life fading along with my own. I was left to die, a casualty of my husband's greed. But he made one fatal mistake. He never knew I was Elinor Guzman, the sole heir to the Sterling empire. And now, two years after my supposed death, I'm back to collect the debt he owes-with interest./0/85846/coverorgin.jpg?v=23f10a93ce9e5d71d7fb9d742fc13aee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe's Web, Liam's Freedom
Today was supposed to be my fourth wedding to Chloe, my fiancée since we were sixteen. I stood at the altar, surrounded by friends and family, the grand church filled with white roses. But instead of Chloe, her maid of honor rushed down the aisle, clutching her phone, her face etched with panic. Then, my phone vibrated. A text from Chloe: "I' m so sorry, Liam. I can' t. Mark needs me. He' s at the hospital. He said he was in a car accident." Not again. Another one of Mark' s car accident lies, the same one he used months ago. Hundreds of eyes fixed on me, a mix of pity and morbid curiosity. This wasn't postponement; it was a public execution. Tears of profound humiliation stung my eyes. My decade of devotion meant nothing; she chose her manipulative assistant over me, again. Then, a new notification. A social media post from Mark. A selfie. Mark, smug and triumphant. And Chloe, asleep on his shoulder, in a hotel room, not a hospital. "Some things are worth fighting for. So happy you' re finally mine," the caption read. Rage, hot and white-hot, surged through me. This was a calculated, public humiliation. They weren't hiding; they were celebrating. Then, a message request from Mark. A picture. Chloe, asleep in the hotel bed. My wedding dress, draped over a chair in the background, a ghostly white sentinel. He had planned this. He was taunting me. Mark answered my call, his voice smooth and arrogant. "We're at the Grand Star Hotel, room 1208. You know, the one right next to the general hospital. It' s so much more comfortable for Chloe to rest here while I recover from my, ah, 'terrible accident' ." He laughed, a smug, ugly sound. He sent another picture: Chloe' s hand, intertwined with his. My great-grandmother' s engagement ring gone, replaced by a simple gold band. "It feels like nothing," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "You can have her." I hung up. I left it all behind, the house, the memories, the woman. I was free, but I had to fight to stay that way./0/66135/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dd2aa5e53c817ca84957f445c9272a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's eternal blaze
Adele runs away from a life a privilege and entered a new world of mafia, mysteries secret that could be killed for and love. Born a wretched life and adopted into a life of privilege.. Adele Callahan has spent her life under the thumb of a prestigious family that controls her every move. When she escapes an arranged marriage, her only plan is to run as far and as fast as she can-until a fateful encounter changes everything.. Adele seemed to live a nice life but it's all a different story behind the reflection. Forced to marry a rich influential abuser, Adele escapes in a bid to leaves a life that was arranged and all planned out for her when her paths crosses with a man who introduces her to a life she never knew existed. Lucian runs a mafia group but there's more to him than he let out, one of the influential person feared by most. But women are his toys, a new one each day to add to his record of decanhery. Lucian. He's dark, enigmatic, and devastatingly handsome, but beneath his flawless exterior lies a dangerous secret. His piercing eyes see too much, his voice commands obedience, and his presence is like a storm she can't escape. He warns her to leave, but his words come too late-Adele is already entangled in his world. What starts as a chance meeting spirals into a deadly game of survival, as Adele learns the truth about Lucian. Drawn together by fate, their connection defies reason, even as the shadows of Lucian's mafia ties threaten to tear them apart. As passion collides with peril, Adele must decide: will she run from the darkness that surrounds Lucian, or embrace it to uncover the secrets of her own destiny? "In a world of danger, betrayal, and supernatural power, love might be the most dangerous thing of all."/0/31406/coverorgin.jpg?v=c318dfb2252654179b0b5b54d8434c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY SINFUL STEPBROTHER
I left my dad and sis home rushing to visit my fiancé. Even though my dad and sister rejected the idea, I had no option. Its been over two years and I have not spend time with him. It’s the eve of his graduation and I will love to surprise him. I took a flight which lasted for 5hours. From the East Coast to the West, transferred twice, switched subway and then bus to get here on time. Finally I got to my destination I’m in front of his apartment but something unbelievable is ongoing inside his room. My fiancé! Fucking with another lady after putting a ring on my finger as a sign of love? This ring is fake!/1/115882/coverorgin.jpg?v=57764e6dd56efc86bc4d2fec4ed125ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes
Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground./0/20299/coverorgin.jpg?v=9504d48fee89e8086f5e8bb3a62be98e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage at a Distance
When Priya's parents blackmail her into a arranged marriage with rich and cold Raj as part of a business arrangement, she rejects it outright. Spending her childhood alone while her parents hopped around the globe, made her cynical towards anything they proposed. But when a weak moment makes her take the plunge into the marriage, she has no choice but to let her newly-wed husband know how she hates being married to him and how she longs for freedom from him, her parents. He silently lets her go. She decides to never sets her eyes on him again. With divorce settlement still not complete, she decides to pursue her dream of being a creative writer in Virgina Tech University, USA. When she bumps on to her not-yet-ex-husband in coffee shop, her life turns upside down. A problem at her home forces her to move in with Raj and sparks begin to fly with their close proximity.Jealousy, desire, longing take over her entire body mind But does Raj feel the same about her? And what about the fact that he married her as part of business arrangement and not love?/0/86159/coverorgin.jpg?v=09f804e078e0b7f45b4ef6ad7f554b40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected Love, Contracted Life
My 22nd birthday was supposed to be perfect, the night I finally confessed my love to Ethan Vance, my guardian and the only family I had left. I found him in his study, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and leather, but his smile vanished as I told him, "I want you, Ethan. Not as a guardian. Not as a father figure. I'm in love with you." His words, sharp and dismissive, cut me deeper than any knife: "Don't be ridiculous, Ava. You're my ward. You're a child. I raised you! To even think of me that way is… inappropriate. It's wrong." He then called in his fiancée, Brittany, a woman who seemed to glide in on a cloud of malice, and announced their engagement, telling me, "Brittany's room has the best morning light. I'm sure Ava won't mind moving to one of the guest suites." My sanctuary, my home where I poured my dreams into jewelry designs, was being given away, just like that. How could the man who promised to protect me, who cheered my every success, betray me so cruelly? Left with nothing but the echoes of his rejection, fueled by humiliation and a desperate need for escape, I pulled out my phone and texted a man I barely knew: "Mr. Hayes, is your offer for a contract marriage still on the table? I'm ready."/1/107278/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4d8d5a9ebeca863f5a880c0584495b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy's filthy little pet
Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn't ask for her name. He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten." And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather's brother. Her step-uncle. Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he's starving? He doesn't want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything./0/21707/coverorgin.jpg?v=70cebf0e06c147bc851d3b7117bbf690&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving Her Savior
How could she refuse the graduation gift from her father's boss when her father's job depended on her actions? "You can come if you want." The response from Luke did not surprise Mia as she had seen the change in his attitude towards her. Luke's father handed Mia a plane ticket to travel to Paris to meet his son who was meant to be her future husband. Son of the employer and the daughter of the family driver and the family maid, Luke and Mia were inseparable growing up and were considered childhood sweethearts. First time on a plane, Mia was lucky to meet Naomi who was on her way to join her brother Eric as he celebrated his birthday at his holiday villa. "Gentleman the girl doesn't know you and her boyfriend is not in the country. She is my sister's friend and so she will come with us. Your friend can contact us when he is back." Eric stopped the men who were sent by Luke from taking Mia from the airport to their apartment. Was Eric just helping his sister's new friend or he had other plans?/0/66448/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f7554337ce5436aa5701e05d33cb3df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Driving You Insane: How To Become Famous
After being molested by her boss, Denova decides it is time to pay him back in his own coin. But, not complying with the sane advice of her best friend, she decides to take matters into her own hands. With a poorly thought out plan, she heads down to the parking lot where his brand-new Rolls Royce was supposedly parked and inscribes abusive words on the car, she finds there that matches the description, just to be caught by the driver of the real owner of the car. Rhys, the owner, demands that Denova be sued and he asks his driver to call his lawyer. While doing so, his driver is run-over by a black truck, leaving him severely injured. Mad about what happened to his driver, Rhys ends up yelling at Denova, blaming her for what happened and demands that she replaces him till he can drive again. He threatens to sue her if she didn't comply, so Denova agrees to be his driver. With the two of them constantly butting heads, Rhys thinks he has his plate full until the sudden appearance of his ex-fiancé causes him to take drastic measures. Pretending to be Denova's boyfriend, he has to face backlash from both his father who is hell bent on getting him back together with his ex, and step brother, who happens to be Denova's ex. And with the antifan who keeps sending him death threats, Rhys has a lot to handle. Will he be able to keep his ex at bay without falling for Denova or will he have another girl trouble? What happens when Rhys finds a clue to his attacks in his brother's coat? Will he be able to forgive the betrayal or will he discover a greater power at work?/0/87567/coverorgin.jpg?v=629502836b8f4e3dc61ad076d7faa42f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Wife, Unstoppable Rise
My adopted daughter, Lily, was my whole world. We were playing hide-and-seek in our penthouse when I heard a shriek, cut short, followed by a sickening thud. I raced to the balcony, only to find my husband' s stepsister, Haylee Walls, standing there, and the railing empty. On the pavement five floors below, Lily lay still in a pink dress, surrounded by a rapidly spreading pool of red. My husband, Brighton Castro, rushed out, pulling me into an embrace that felt like a cage. Then, a sharp prick in my neck, and darkness. When I woke, my eyes were sewn shut. I was in a cold, damp, derelict building. Brighton' s mocking chuckle echoed, followed by Haylee' s soft voice. "She can't hurt you anymore," Brighton said. He accused me of insulting Haylee, of throwing her childhood blindness in her face. "So now," he continued, his voice devoid of warmth, "you can experience it for yourself. Feel what it's like to be blind." His friends laughed as I stumbled, blood trickling from my eyelids. I didn't understand. My daughter was dead, and my husband, the man who promised to protect us, had done this to me. Why? What kind of monster was he? But their mockery fueled something else. I stood straight, my hand finding the diamond earring I wore. I pressed it. "I need a new husband," I said, my voice steady and clear. "Send a helicopter for me in an hour."/0/83969/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d799fc2584a4b9a2e454c4b8cf5ab7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now
Five years ago, I stood alone in my simple white dress, abandoned at the altar by my high school sweetheart, Ryan Morris, for another woman. Heartbroken, I fled to Paris, found my passion, and built a new life as Jocelyn Blakely, wife to the powerful heir, Andrew. Now, three months pregnant, I returned to New Orleans, only to be met at the airport by none other than Ryan, who had become a petty valet. He and his new girlfriend, Sabrina, reveled in mocking me, physically shoving me to the ground, causing a sharp pain in my abdomen. The humiliation deepened at Andrew's grandfather's gala. Ryan and Sabrina publicly shamed me, shattered a precious sugar sculpture I crafted, and stole the locket Andrew gave me. Ryan even slapped me, sneering, believing I wanted him back, leaving me crumpled, violated, and utterly powerless. How could he, the man who once claimed to love me, stoop to such a depraved act? Why did he believe I was still that desperate girl, when everything about me screamed independence and strength? Just as I believed I might lose everything, the ballroom doors burst open, and Andrew Blakely strode in, his eyes blazing. He saw the wound on my cheek, the shattered gift, and his once-quiet fury was now a thunderous storm, ready to unleash retribution far beyond anything Ryan could ever imagine./0/70359/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6e0c4353d9e26b7d308c18f46acf6cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Bound By The Billionaire Star's Lies
For five years, Alena lived as the secret girlfriend of Hollywood's golden boy, Kane Moody, locked away in a luxury penthouse. Everything shattered when Vanity Fair announced his engagement to a famous actress, quoting him saying it was his "first time finding real love." But instead of letting Alena go, Kane's security team trapped her inside the apartment. When she tried to fight back, she discovered the horrifying truth. The entire penthouse was wired with hidden cameras, recording her most private breakdowns to use as blackmail. His crisis team threatened her sick mother and forced Alena to sign away her life. He even used her trust fund to secretly buy his new fiancée a $2.4 million emerald necklace. The darkest betrayal came when she sneaked out to buy emergency contraceptives, only for Kane to call her untraceable burner phone. "You don't need that," he whispered. He revealed that months ago, under the guise of a vitamin shot, his private doctor had secretly implanted a three-year contraceptive device in her arm. Alena was paralyzed with dread, her body violated and her existence reduced to a node in his surveillance network. She couldn't understand why a man who publicly discarded her refused to let her leave his sight. Desperate, she used a secret work assignment to flee on a private helicopter to an isolated cabin in Aspen. But as the chopper flew away and the cabin door opened, Kane was standing by the fire, smiling as the winter storm rolled in./0/19517/coverorgin.jpg?v=d928cee9fb40c5a6703c605fd20f461d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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He Proposed Again, I Introduced My Husband.
The flashbulbs were blinding, the “Rising Critic” statuette heavy and cold in my grasp. Outside the hotel, amidst the swarm of photographers, a familiar figure pushed through and knelt before me. Jake Brown, my ex-fiancé, held open a velvet box, a diamond winking under the harsh lights. “Emily,” he rasped, a sound I once knew intimately, “Marry me. Again.” His family materialized behind him, beaming, a well-rehearsed chorus expecting my tears and a trembling, “Yes, oh, yes!” But they’d forgotten—or perhaps never knew—the full story of how he’d publicly accused me of sabotaging his signature dish. How he’d whispered lies to the restaurant owner, implying I pilfered expensive ingredients. How I was fired on the spot, my name dragged through the mud, my culinary dreams torched. His mother, Carol, tried to paint him as a suffering hero, claiming he’d spent a fortune clearing my name from the food poisoning incident. Yet, I remembered the real origins: the cheap, peanut-contaminated oil, the plagiarism he later framed me for. I remembered being left with a shattered wrist in a dark alley, as he walked away, abandoning me to a mob that *he* had stirred against me. His grand gesture now felt like the ultimate insult, dripping with manufactured sympathy—and unbearable blame. Three years had been long enough to heal, to rebuild, to find a love that didn’t demand sacrifice, yet they had the audacity to stage this performance. How could they stand here, rewriting history, when *he* had ripped everything from me? My voice was even, devoid of the storm that once raged, as I held up my left hand. A simple, elegant gold band gleamed beside my engagement ring—Noah’s ring. “Jake and I ended things three years ago,” I stated, my eyes steady. “And for your information, I’m already married.” The collective gasp and intensifying flashbulbs signaled that *my* story, the real one, was just beginning./0/82874/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a0ab78078f1806a098d14c03dc6635d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
