Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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A Body Double For His Obsession
I was an artist hired to be a companion for the reclusive billionaire, Kane Miller. I fell in love with the broken man I thought I was saving. Then I discovered the truth. He was secretly recording our intimate moments, only to use deepfake technology to replace my face with my stepsister Coral' s. I wasn't his lover; I was a body double for his obsession. When Coral framed me for assault, Kane didn't just believe her-he watched as his guards beat me. Later, he sent thugs to shatter my right hand, destroying my career as an artist. To protect Coral's reputation before her wedding, he had me thrown in a detention center, coldly calling me a "plaything" he was done with. He destroyed my body, my career, and my heart, all for a woman who was lying to his face. But in that cold cell, I got an offer from the stepfather who had once cast me out. He wanted me to marry a disabled tech heir, Keegan Marks, in exchange for my mother's massive trust fund. I took the deal. I walked out of that jail, left the city, and flew to marry a stranger, finally choosing to escape the man who broke me./1/113791/coverorgin.jpg?v=845d7080d32309b38f9c999c50d6510e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback
Six years ago, I was driven out of Manhattan with nothing but the clothes on my back. My two-year-old son, Alex, was dead, and I was branded the monster who killed him. My husband, Corwin, threw me away without a second glance, choosing to protect his new fiancée—my cousin Evelina, the real murderer. When I finally returned to their elite engagement party, everyone thought I was still that pathetic, broken woman. Evelina dug her acrylic nails into my skin, warning me to stay away from her man. Corwin looked at me like I was rotting garbage. To publicly humiliate me at their private yacht party, he forced me to drink three full bottles of neat whiskey in front of the city's elite. "For every drop you spill, I add another bottle," he commanded coldly. I drank until my stomach tore open, collapsing onto shattered glass and coughing up dark red blood while they watched with predatory joy. They thought they had won. They thought I was finally destroyed. They didn't know the trembling hands and the terrified tears were all a carefully calculated act. I wiped the blood from my chin and smiled. I didn't come back to this city to clear my name or beg for forgiveness. I came back to drag every single one of them to hell./0/66097/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe543d988f363f54a8cd252c318d1689&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mrs Luther
Amidst royal treachery and business deception, Marceline Landon, a noblewoman from a hostile home, faces a desperate choice. On her sister's engagement night, she appeals to the crown prince, her sister's fiancé, to marry her instead. It's her daring escape from a loveless marriage to an older man, orchestrated by her manipulative mother. Caught in a web of family betrayal and societal expectations, will Marceline go against her husband's love when she discovers she's heir to another kingdom that opposes his nation?/1/120280/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f3edfc5a2110feb58b88fa2a7fa7d5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Was a Joke, Now the Queen
On her twenty-fifth birthday, Eveline woke up to the cloying scent of champagne and a ballroom full of contemptuous whispers. Her adoptive sister, Ciara, was clutching her arm with manufactured tears, publicly accusing Eveline of hiring men to kidnap her and ruin the party. Her husband, Frederick, stared at Eveline with pure disgust. "Eveline, I never thought you were this vile." Her biological father slammed a deed of renunciation on the table, forcing her to sever all ties with the family. In her past life, Eveline had sobbed and begged them to believe her innocence. But her frantic denials only earned her deeper scorn from the man she loved. Frederick had tossed her aside, her biological family had mercilessly abandoned her, and her life was systematically dismantled piece by painful piece until she died in absolute despair. She died never understanding why her desperate, all-consuming devotion was treated like filthy dirt beneath their shoes. Opening her eyes, Eveline realized she had been reborn on the exact day her nightmare began. This time, she didn't shed a single tear. She calmly signed the divorce papers, projected the hidden security footage of Ciara paying off the kidnappers to the entire ballroom, and walked away to reclaim her true billionaire bloodline./0/24892/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c92346c8a4d5dd9450fd55eaf8edf8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Handsome Devil
Tacha is just the definition of beauty. Everything about her is perfect. Tacha like to do her things on her own and didn't like to mingle with others. But everything change when she was given scholarship to study in the best school in California. Meet Erick, the handsome devil. He didn't believe in love but like to flirt with all the girls. And he's also a dangerous person that don't want people to challenge his authority. But what happened when Tacha challenge him. Because nobody challenge his authority and got scott free. What's going to be Tacha fate? Will Tacha go scott free? Watch out ..../0/86213/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8b7ad356b2a9e3cb497c9c7cf88f09f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Empire of Ash, A Heart of Steel
To save his date from a spilled drink, he ripped my mother's priceless shawl from my shoulders and used it as a rag. In front of a thousand people, Kurt Salazar showed me my place. But the ultimate humiliation was yet to come. He had me design my own wedding gown-only to use it for his public proposal to another woman. The shock nearly killed me, landing me in the hospital with a literally broken heart. He thought I was just another mess to be cleaned up. He didn't know that from the shards of my heart, a new designer would be born. Now, his name is a curse, his fortune is ash, and he's obsessed with the woman whose soul he tried to steal. He's about to learn that some debts can only be paid in ruin!/0/70315/coverorgin.jpg?v=31dd11b41bae389fed8ad9ddb5c14fd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled by Fate
~Indian Romance~ "I lOVED YOU ONCE , I LOVED YOU STILL, I ALWAYS HAVE I ALWAYS WILL <3" Aviyan Malhotra (27) is one of the youngest architects in India. He is ambitious, charismatic, and ruthless in business, yet soft-hearted by nature towards those he loves and respects the most. A man of his word. I came to attend my younger brother's wedding but unexpectedly found myself marrying his fiancée, Shristy. Shristy Singh is the owner of DREAMS INTERIOR DESIGN. She is simple and beautiful, like a goddess-elegant and bold. An introvert with most people, she becomes extroverted around specific individuals. Shristy is happy to marry the person she loves the most, but fate has a different plan, intertwining her life with her fiancé's big brother, who is also her best friend, Aviyan. What happens when you are tied to your best friend, knowing you love someone else? Will they get along, or will they break apart? Will their fates intertwine forever, or will they shatter into a million pieces?/0/22621/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1524aec4acbbecd40fddaa2cd8bb0b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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A Compass, A Betrayal, A Life
The first sign was a hotel receipt I didn' t recognize, crumpled in my husband' s suit pocket, for an "Ocean View Suite" for two. He was supposed to be at a tech conference that night. The next evening, I followed him. He left his office building with a woman, his new assistant, Chloe Davis. They were laughing, and his hand was on the small of her back as they entered a fancy downtown restaurant. I watched them inside, looking like a couple in love. When I stumbled and dropped my purse outside, I heard Chloe say, "She' ll never find out, Mark. She' s too trusting." And Mark replied, "I know. But Ava… she' s sensitive." "Sensitive." The word felt like a slap. I confronted them, only for Mark to defend Chloe, who feigned illness and leaned on him. Then I saw it: my fifth-anniversary gift, an architect' s compass, dangling from Chloe' s neck. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I was three months pregnant. Mark chose her, shielding her as if I were the threat. I collapsed, blood pooling on the pavement, my baby gone. He had killed our child. Yet, in the hospital, he sided with Chloe again, letting her lie about her miscarriage, then using my dog, Daisy, to force my apology. Why did he abandon me so utterly, so cruelly? How could the man I loved destroy everything we had built, and then blame me? I was lost, but a new resolve sparked within me. I was not alone. My loyal Daisy, waiting at home, was my last pure comfort. I called my lawyer and asked for divorce papers./1/112818/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e1eade76b8ddf428a155eaba823600f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband
I was three million dollars in debt, forced by my agent to star in a reality show as the brainless gold-digger who married a decrepit billionaire. But right before the live broadcast, as I touched the tacky neon dress I was supposed to wear, a violent vision struck my brain. I realized my entire life was a script, and I was just a villainous side character designed to make America's Sweetheart look like a saint. My agent was secretly taking payouts from her PR firm to deliberately ruin my reputation with endless hate traffic. If I followed his orders today, I would be torn apart by the internet, lose every contract, and eventually die alone in a cheap motel. I couldn't accept that my every fake smile and stupid decision had been manipulated to destroy me just to elevate someone else. Why should I let them sell me out and turn my life into a complete joke? Looking at the ugly pink dress, I threw it straight into the trash. "You are fired, and my lawyers will be in touch about your offshore accounts." I poured a glass of freezing water over my head to wash away the heavy makeup and the helpless persona I had worn for years. I kicked out my backstabbing agent, put on a pair of plain black leggings, and walked out to face the live cameras. To hell with the script. Today, I was going to expose this fake PR marriage myself./0/23919/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0f6327518b51156062049c4f47b1047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don't Leave Me #3
There will be revenge, there will be innocent people and otherwise and to top of it a love story with a path which none of them expected to pass through. Note: Not a sequel or anything but just a third series in the Don’t leave me franchise with completely different characters from the previous two series./0/30408/coverorgin.jpg?v=0985de344c1c433eeb43657a4a7e6a78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mafia's Obsession
I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed milk skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life./0/84591/coverorgin.jpg?v=a00eb636f3d2da66baeaf8532a3cc138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cuckold's Revelation
My flight home felt endless, a week away from my pregnant wife, Emily, feeling like a year. I pictured her glowing, her smile lighting up the house, ready to welcome me back. But the moment I walked through the door, my world began to fracture. The house was eerily silent, a strange smell in the air, and an overflowing trash can spoke of neglect. Then, Emily' s weak voice called from upstairs, her face pale and clammy, clutching her stomach in pain. At the hospital, a doctor' s cryptic words about "strenuous activity" and needing to be "gentle" left me bewildered, a knot of unease tightening in my chest. I brushed it off, attributing it to stress, clinging to the flimsy explanation when I found a strange bruise on her collarbone-one she vaguely claimed was from clumsiness. But the flimsy facade shattered when I found cigarette ash in our master bathroom sink. I don't smoke, and Emily despises it, making her flimsy explanation about her stepfather stopping by ring hollow. My mother-in-law later confirmed my stepfather-in-law quit smoking years ago, sealing the growing dread in my stomach. Then, my own mother mentioned a new white sedan Emily was seen getting out of, driven by a man-a car I certainly hadn't bought. The pieces clicked into a terrifying mosaic: the doctor' s warning, the bruise, the ash, the unknown man, the mysterious car. But nothing prepared me for the final blow at the doctor' s follow-up: "The fetus is measuring closer to twelve weeks, Mr. Davis." Twelve weeks. A full month older than it should be, a month when I was working fourteen-hour days, thousands of miles away. My world imploded. The doctor wasn't accusing me; he was warning me about her affair. The baby wasn't mine. My wife had cheated, and the life I thought we had built was a cruel, elaborate lie. The man who was supposed to be a father was now the biggest fool. I was a cuckold. And I was going to find out everything./0/75182/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0272430c19756dd4a45ebd68a89507c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The devil at the top
Blurb: I hate you, Eddy Arnold, with every fiber of my being. Yet, my heart beats for you, a rhythm I can't escape. Why do I ache for you so desperately? Your hand on my back, your arm around my waist, your fingers weaving through my hair, your body pressed against mine. Your lips, like fire-spicy, searing-but I crave them more than anything. Eddy Arnold-my boss, the man who owns the biggest tech empire in New York. To cross him is to challenge the forces of hell itself. He's feared, revered... and the son of the devil in disguise. Brilliant, calculating, ruthless. The man every woman dreams of-yet his heart is as cold as ice. Fall for him? Good luck. You'll be left shattered, picking up the pieces of a heart he'll never care to hold. I got the rare chance to work as his secretary, thanks to my qualifications, after most companies turned me down for one reason: I'm selectively mute. But Eddy made me an offer-an offer I couldn't refuse. One that would pull me straight into his inferno. Join me as I walk this treacherous path, and see what the devil has in/0/27488/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6ce088f11d59a728a9896175876b897&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alesana rosent
Evelyn Liana's soul occupied the body of the villainess Alesana Rosent. She correct all the mistakes that Alesana Rosent do in the past. And in order to avoid her fate she did avoid the main characters of the novel but she still meet them one by one. There are new faces that showed up, What will she do to avoid her tragic end?/0/24568/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a4c2e84ee3eb46c27d1384e186cec86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Give Me A Chance
Harry Cooper is the CEO of a renowned company in America. Emma Anderson is working as his assistant. One day, she finds out Harry's secrets as well as his crimes and while escaping to save her life from Harry she meets with Carter. Carter Hudson is a renowned singer of world's biggest band 'Rewind'. He is a handsome dashing man that everyone can get lost in. Carter first doesn’t want to help Emma but when he finds out that she was escaping from Harry, he starts to help her. With Emma's behaviour, he starts to fall for her. And starting to protect her from Harry. But when he finds out Emma doesn’t love him, he decides to make her fall for him. Will Emma fall for Carter? Will Carter be able to save Emma from Harry? Let's find out../0/85240/coverorgin.jpg?v=710106b52d6339c8ddf64226f8d6d9ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Puppet Unstrung: Chloe's Freedom
The architectural gala was a cruel joke, but I went anyway. It was a habit, just like everything else in my life with Mark. Then I saw Ethan. My childhood friend, the man who' d promised to always be there, now stood across the room, radiating a happiness I hadn' t seen in years, a peace I' d never known. His eyes found mine, and his face hardened into cold disappointment. Then he introduced her: Sarah, his fiancée. My throat tightened as Sarah, blissfully unaware, gushed about our "childhood adventures," each word a barb. "We just decided," Ethan said, his gaze heavy with judgment. "Funny, isn\'t it? How people can just decide to move on." The accusation hung in the air, a direct hit to my years of indecision with Mark. A sharp memory sliced through me: Ethan, on a rooftop under the stars, promising, "Chloe, no matter what, I\'ll always be here. Always." Another memory superimposed: crying in his car last year, Mark' s fifth betrayal. "You don\'t have to go back," Ethan had whispered, his knuckles white, his own heart breaking. But I always did. I was trapped in a cruel narrative, the foolish heroine always returning to Mark. But standing there, under Ethan\'s cold stare, something snapped. The fog receded. The invisible strings went slack. For the first time, I saw the depth of love I' d thrown away, the man I' d shattered. I was awake. The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had been a puppet, and my own hands had helped the puppeteer. I fled, called Ethan, begged for five minutes on the rooftop. But when I found him, he was kissing Sarah, a deep, loving kiss that sealed a future without me. He knew. He knew the significance of the dress Sarah wore, the childhood bird she' d found, the ring he' d given her. He' d weaponized our past, deliberately erased me, and now wanted me to be Sarah' s maid of honor. I was being punished, his words a final, killing blow. "Now, all I can think is how lucky I am that it\'s Sarah who gets to wear it. Not you." Then Sarah' s chilling confession: she was a transmigrator. She had manipulated everything, using my self-destruction to drive Ethan into her arms. "You were just keeping him warm for me," she' d said, her smile triumphant, cruel. "Thank you for giving him to me." The world shifted. I hadn\'t just been a victim of a story; I' d been the target of a predator. At the pre-wedding dinner, Ethan' s mother publicly humiliated me, calling me "unstable," unworthy. Ethan, my last hope, simply asked, "What are you even doing here, Chloe?" Later, on the beach, I overheard him tell his friend about me. "Loved her?" he scoffed. "Come on, Mike. Don\'t be ridiculous. I was just a nice guy. She was a mess. I felt sorry for her. That\'s all it ever was." 'That' s all it ever was.' Twenty years of shared history, dismissed in a single, careless sentence. It shattered me, then freed me. The ghost of what we had was finally dead. I gathered every memento of our shared past, everything that tied me to the old Chloe, and burned them. A funeral. A baptism. I was burning the girl who lived for a love that was never real. I packed my bags for Africa. My flight was in a few hours. This was it. As I waited for the elevator, it opened. There he was. Ethan. Probably here to play the concerned friend one last time. He opened his mouth. "Don\'t," I said. My voice was flat, devoid of all emotion. "There\'s nothing left to say." He saw the emptiness in my eyes. He saw he had finally broken me. Or maybe, he saw that I had finally broken free. The elevator doors closed between us for the last time. I was going to Africa. And I was going alone./0/69342/coverorgin.jpg?v=20a19873867b25c70ade0792566e3268&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Deal We Never Made
"Faking forever was never part of the plan... but neither was falling for him." My parents died in a plane crash no one could explain. I've spent years digging for answers-and now, I finally know who might be behind it. Ethan Blackwell. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. The CEO of the very empire built on lies. I exposed him in a brutal article that shook his world... and he hit back with a lawsuit that could destroy mine. Desperate, I crash his company's gala with a wild plan-pretend to be his fiancée to fix his image, and he'll drop the lawsuit. He agrees. I step into his world of luxury and secrets, determined to find the truth behind the crash. But Ethan isn't the man I thought he was. Behind the cold mask is someone trying to right his father's wrongs. Someone who sees through my walls. Someone who might be just as broken as I am. Now I'm caught between the story I need to finish and a man I can't seem to hate. The closer I get to the truth, the more dangerous things become-and the harder it is to tell whether I'm still pretending... or falling for real./0/28137/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a3d3cd21afbe7d8f2ca8fc17cd638e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's treasures
"Bella! You don't have to be afraid. I will protect you. Whoever dares to touch you, I will kill them. " "Why do you love me? I'm a person with no money, no status, and I can't help you develop your business. I'm a useless person. Why are you treating me so well? Bella cried and pushed Otis out, Otis' gentle touch made Bella's heart tremble uncontrollably. Otis held Bella in his arms, gently stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and whispered in Bella's ear in his soft voice. "Because you're the one who makes my heart flutter." --------------------------------------------- Otis was harmed by others by putting aphrodisiacs in drinking water. He accidentally meets Bella and makes love to her. After Otis wakes up, he regrets it and promises to make up for Bella's innocence./0/18728/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1825bdd0989589fb756648cb47b54f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
