Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Forced Rich Marriage
What Billionaire Donnah wants, Donnah gets. And Donnah wants CEO Kelvin, so she forced him to marry her. For his revenge, Kelvin brought another woman on their honeymoon. Unable to stand the insult, Donnah shouted: \"Since you have sex with another woman, then I will have sex with another man too!\". Donna walked out of their honeymoon suite in extreme anger. But Kelvin decided to let the spoiled heiress join his sex bed. Donna refused, sp a long night of violent fight and punishing sex followed, giving Donnah four stitches on her beautiful face and several more between her legs. Her honeymoon injuries required a blood transfusion, making her unable to stand for six weeks. Donnah only wanted a romantic love story with her first love, not wrestling or martial arts night!. Another night with her sex maniac husband will send her to death! She must undo her marriage and file a divorce! But after that night, Kelvin has changed his mind. He decided to stay with Donnah and enjoy punishing her more. The smell of her blood excites him like a madman!/1/117685/coverorgin.jpg?v=744d821c81582a30251bd57048144df7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce
On her third wedding anniversary, Alicia was crushed in a horrific multi-car pileup. Trapped in the bloody wreckage, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband, Julian, for help. The call connected, but instead of his voice, she heard loud music and the clinking of glasses. Julian was at a party, tenderly wishing his mistress, Bianca, a happy birthday. After surviving the night alone in the hospital, Alicia dragged her battered, bleeding body back to their penthouse. She found Bianca wearing her silk robe, sitting at the vanity in her master bedroom. When Julian walked out of the shower, his first reaction wasn't concern for his injured wife. Instead, he looked at her bandaged head with absolute disgust. "What kind of trick are you playing now?" To prove she was faking it for attention, he violently ripped the bandage right off her fresh wound. As blood poured down her face, Julian wrapped his arms around a fake-crying Bianca, calling Alicia an insane, manipulative monster. For three years, she had endured his coldness, her genuine love constantly dismissed as the schemes of a social-climbing liar. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so blind, so casually cruel while she was literally bleeding out in front of him. But looking at the two of them standing united against her, the last embers of her love finally turned to ash. She calmly wiped the blood from her face and called her best friend. "I need a divorce lawyer. The best one you can find."/0/22297/coverorgin.jpg?v=627b79f4e4cd942fc6c23c3e1f62799c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Handsome Billionaire CEO (every woman's man)
Lee is the most handsome and most wanted young man in the whole of the city where he resides. He is a gentle man with so much money that every woman wants to be with him. And that is the reason they call him THE YOUNGEST CEO! Even if it's just for them to spend a night with him, having sex the whole night, they still would not bother about it. Even though they knew he has a serious date. All that matters to them is his affection and attention, and of course...his money! Women around both from far and near melts just by the mere mention of the name LEE! Find out more about this amazing guy!/0/44684/coverorgin.jpg?v=34b705a7b0bad8dd801f1f551e1d1302&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Her Shoes
Lara Smith is a 30-year-old woman who has been living a dull and lonely life. She doesn't have a family of her own, she doesn't have her own savings, and she is working hard like a dog, just to make ends meet. She wished to be like Amanda Montserrat, a beautiful, rich and a powerful woman who owns Etoile Cosmetics company. The world is her oyster, and she lives a perfect live. She's a trillionaire, she's a genius woman running a cosmetic empire on her own and she is engaged to be married to Emmett Albreicht, who is an extremely famous hotel magnate. While on a company field trip, Lara was involved in a tragic accident, and she was in a comatose state for a year. As she wakes up from her slumber, she realized in horror that she is she's been trapped into a different body! She is now living the life of Amanda Montserrat and she doesn't have any choice but to live a different life while thinking on how to get back to her original body!/0/67071/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHERE OUR HEARTS BELONG
Jenna loved Mike with all her heart, but one day, he walked away, leaving her shattered and full of questions. For years, she tried to pick up the pieces, convincing herself she was better off without him, but deep down, the ache of his absence never faded. Mike thought leaving Jenna was the right thing to do-that she deserved a life free from his burdens. But the distance didn't erase the love he carried for her, nor did it ease the regret that consumed him every single day. When their paths cross again, the feelings they've both tried to bury come rushing back, raw and undeniable. But love isn't always enough to fix what's broken. The ghosts of their past still linger, threatening to pull them apart once more. This isn't just a story of romance; it's a story of heartbreak, redemption, and the courage it takes to fight for what matters. It's about the messy, imperfect journey of learning to forgive, and the hope that sometimes, love really can bring you home. Where Our Hearts Belong is for anyone who's ever been hurt but dared to love again, for anyone who's ever believed that even the deepest wounds can heal if two people are willing to hold on./0/22946/coverorgin.jpg?v=f84f18b52988a824a9022351b455be8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Ink And Temptation
Greg Hartman is a brilliant but notorious novelist, known as much for his bestselling books as for the scandals that seem to follow him. Chaotic, charming, and unapologetically reckless, he thrives on breaking rules - both on the page and off it. Debbie Lawson is the opposite: a meticulous, no-nonsense editor who values professionalism above all else. She doesn't bend the rules, doesn't entertain drama, and certainly doesn't mix business with pleasure - especially not with a client like Greg. Assigned to oversee Greg's next novel, Debbie expects long nights of tense revisions, endless debates over plot points, and navigating his notorious temper. What she doesn't expect is the slow-burning, undeniable chemistry that simmers between them, turning each critique, glance, and accidental touch into a dangerous spark./0/61880/coverorgin.jpg?v=539a5f53160cb05d81e9ac4e1f899ab1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Super-rich Boyfriend's Trick
Here's the translation: "My boyfriend is a top-tier rich second generation. To test whether I would give everything for him, he hid his identity and lived off me for three years. He even asked me to help him treat his depression, spending twenty thousand a month on expert consultations. I scrimped and saved, working tirelessly delivering takeout, while my colleagues and friends looked down on me. The final test my boyfriend gave me was to spend the last of my savings on luxury goods, to see if I would forgive him for love. But unexpectedly— As I stood outside the hotel private room delivering takeout, I heard the whole truth. I slowly pushed open the door to the room and saw him lavishly spending on a little princess, casually throwing around millions on bags and tens of millions on jewelry..."/0/81347/coverorgin.jpg?v=1981d9fb5e9ab7015d467ee32a0738f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Senator's Secret Son
I' m Sarah Jenkins, an independent graphic designer who only longed for a child, not a husband. Five years ago, after a traumatic past, I built a quiet, safe life in Northern California with my son, Leo. I was finally marrying Mark, a kind, stable man, promising us the uncomplicated future we deserved. But peace was fleeting. A week before my wedding, Jax, security chief for Alexander Sterling-the powerful man I' d fled-appeared. He knew. They found me. Then, Alexander himself stepped from a black SUV, confirming my greatest fear: my meticulously faked death and new identity were exposed. The once-amnesiac man, now a formidable Senator, was intent on reclaiming what he believed was his. He publicly crashed my wedding, declaring Leo his son and me his wife. He tore apart the quiet world I' d painstakingly built, leaving me utterly exposed before our stunned community. My heart pounded with terror. Six years hiding, fearing discovery, only to be dragged back into his dangerous orbit? The abandonment, the cold payoff, years of fear-all surged back. What did Senator Sterling, a man of immense influence, truly want from the woman he' d discarded and the child he' d presumed dead? Then he knelt, not accusingly, but with a profound plea. He presented a stunning prenuptial agreement securing my independence and Leo' s future. He hadn' t come to control, but to confess, commit, and offer a path I never dreamed possible. Was this a genuine chance, or a trap disguised as freedom?/1/113792/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c8a6094b483eefb9897957e0b968136&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Billionaire's Obsessive Love Trap
My mother was dying in the hospital, relying on expensive life support to survive. But my own father suddenly cut off her medical insurance, conspiring with a ruthless pharmaceutical heir named Fred. They wanted to force me to hand over my grandfather's priceless DARPA research formula in exchange for a corporate bailout. When I refused, Fred sent massive thugs to hunt me down in the freezing rain. He even used his power to have my dying mother physically thrown out of the VIP ward, leaving her to suffocate on a rusted gurney in a dirty, crowded corridor. My father and stepmother just sneered, watching me become a desperate pariah with nowhere to run. I couldn't understand how my father could trade his own wife's life for a real estate deal. Sitting in the pouring rain next to my mother, watching her skin turn the color of wet ash, my despair finally morphed into a cold, hard rage. "Sign the rights over to me, or buy a coffin." Just as Fred raised his hand to strike me, a seemingly poor biotech sales rep stepped out of the shadows. He brutally crippled Fred's guards, loudly claimed to be my boyfriend, and somehow got my mother secretly upgraded to the hospital's penthouse suite. To protect this "broke orphan" from Fred's revenge, I took him back to my tiny apartment. I was completely unaware that I had just invited the most terrifying, lethal billionaire on Wall Street into my home./0/50200/coverorgin.jpg?v=657fb5763266294fc7b1ff1a9fd71ddd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dangerous Obsession
I'm currently at home watching TV with my best friend, mom's cooking dinner while my siblings are in their rooms. We're watching a news report right now, a serial killer was in police custody and he's being interviewed on live television and it's on the radio too since he's known as the handsome and young criminal. The interview began and somehow both me and my bsf are intrigued to his interview so we're focused watching it. “Louis is Kalix still there? Tell him to have dinner with us" Mom shouted into the kitchen. "Yes, aunty, thank you" Kalix, who was next to me, yelled back and returned the focus to watching. They are now asking him personal questions but he answered all their questions without hesitation, even though it's way too personal. It's as if he doesn't bother at all. "How many people have you killed?" The host asked. "Do I still need to count that? I kill whoever I want to kill" He answered calmly with a smug look on his face. He has tattooed numbers on each of his fingers and on his knuckles, a mysterious number. His hands are rooted and his body is toned physically built, the orange prison's uniform suit his body color. He's handsome and his haircut suits him so much, he's also handcuffed while his legs are crossed he looks arrogant after all. The interviewer began asking him about a tattoo on his right neck, it has a mysterious persons initial. "Do you mind explaining the tattoo on your neck?" The interviewer asked, the killer smile. "Ah.. they belong to someone I know.." He answered. I was startled when my best friend giggled and nudged my shoulder while chuckling. "What a funny coincidence, those initials on his neck are the same as yours but on the left" He said chuckling and turning to me, I fake a laughed and my heart pounding like crazy because of nervousness. "Do you think that someone is watching right now? You can say 'hi' to them" The interviewer said. The killer slowly looked at the camera, it felt like he was staring right through my soul it's making me nervous and uncomfortable. "Yeah..." I gulped. The killer raised his hand and wiggled his fingers while smiling playfully, waving at the camera with a grin and I feel like he's just right in front of me and it felt like he's talking to me. Even though I know who he's talking about. "Hi.." I quickly grabbed the remote and was about to switch it to another channel, but he seems to know what I'm going to do. "See you soon..." He mouthed before he vanished into the screen when I switched it into another channel. you may have seen 'this scenario' on tiktok, i did ask for permission to borrow the idea but i changed it./0/18404/coverorgin.jpg?v=b72b2be1863fc04a4d4249a8c8b99b2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Sweet Revenge (Sequel; His Sweet Victim)
Sequel to 'His Sweet Victim' || They shared an unforgettable night together, before she was ripped away from him. Searching desperately for any trace of her, he ultimately blamed himself in the end for not having the ability to protect her. After squashing his demons and conquering the enemies that chased them, he has the power and ability to protect her...but she is nowhere to be found. Three years later and he hasn't given up the hope that she is out there waiting for him. Little does he know, they are closer together than he knows, bumping into her when he least expects it, she has a surprise trailing behind her... a petite girl, with gorgeous brown hair and sparkling green eyes - the spitting image of Ava White. || "It has been three years, Ashton-" "And I'm still crazy about you, Ava. I have finally found you - and I'm never allowing you to leave me again."/0/24893/coverorgin.jpg?v=069091e8727c04fc0b6deda3289e094b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Rapist My Lover
My Rapist My Lover” is a novel that will make your day. In this novel, the author entertains the readers with a classy and fabulous story. All the characters are well-connected that provide a fantastic imaginary story. The introduction of new characters deepens the world. Enriching the story, filling it with a complex structure. The plot expands, growing seamlessly from book one without leaving unfinished business./1/117361/coverorgin.jpg?v=09cff291c2cb2467971fbdfa529d650a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Months Pregnant: He Kissed His Mistress's Baby Bump
Eight months pregnant, Claire Bennett had come to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, only to see her husband, Daniel Carter, gently kissing another woman's baby bump. A terminal diagnosis report was clutched tightly in her hand as she watched the two of them celebrating the upcoming birth of an illegitimate child. Emily Morgan leaned against Daniel with practiced fragility and said softly, "Honey, what if your wife finds out you came with me today? She's pregnant too. What if she..." Daniel let out a dismissive chuckle. "You're what matters right now. I won't let her hurt you. If she wants to make a scene, then we'll get divorced." Claire lowered her gaze and gently touched her stomach. "Baby, he doesn't deserve to be your father."/1/107952/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa020c0ddc1b57b582d520d7e28e1de3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The High Price Of Father's Freedom
I was at a high-end law school mixer, hiding behind a pillar and eyeing the shrimp buffet because my bank account was empty and my fridge contained nothing but expired milk. My father’s name was a national headline for all the wrong reasons, and my only goal was to survive law school without being recognized. That’s when the room went silent for the arrival of Armond Woodward, the billionaire COO of a global media empire. I froze, because seven years ago in Paris, he was Armond Chevalier, the sweet art student I’d shared a life with. Now, he was a cold-eyed predator in a bespoke suit, and he was staring directly at me like I was a missing asset he’d finally located. I tried to escape, but the walls were closing in. My tuition payment was forty-eight hours late, and my father was facing a new indictment that would keep him in prison for the rest of his life. While a rich classmate named Miles tried to "save" me by parading me around like a trophy, Armond was working in the shadows. He didn't just offer help; he bought my student loans and my father’s legal liens, effectively making himself my sole creditor. The realization hit me like a physical blow when Armond cornered me in his private elevator. He knew about my broken apartment lock, my ramen-noodle dinners, and every cent I owed. He hadn't just found me by accident; he had been watching me drown for years, waiting for the exact moment I became desperate enough to be useful. "I've been waiting for you to hit bottom, Rose," he whispered, using the private name from our past as he trapped me in the back of his black SUV. With the threat of a two-million-dollar restitution fee hanging over my father's head and the prosecutors closing in, Armond laid out his final terms. He didn't want an apology or a second chance at love; he needed a wife to secure his family trust and defeat a hostile takeover, and I was the only person with enough debt to be completely controlled. "Marry me, Abbey. A three-year contract, and I make all of this go away." I looked at the man who had destroyed my life just to own it and realized that to save my family, I had to walk straight into the golden cage he had built for me./0/60258/coverorgin.jpg?v=693b606dd2348ec3bdd7a1d9db426461&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Two Faces One Story
Melva Karenina Putri's wish is simple, to pass the job interview after graduating from university and live a normal working life, even if she gets a bossy boss. However, her encounter with Zeon Pradipta taught Melva that life has times where she has to hate and love at the same time. And Melva didn't understand why she had to live under the same roof with the man when the relationship between the two was boss and assistant. Fate always has a way of revealing the secrets of life, Zeon's arrival in Melva's life was the beginning of it all, how did Melva finally know what was the secret behind the amnesia she had suffered? And what role has Zeon given her in the past?/0/86214/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ae98749bbe527059207ce61dfbf3f8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
OBEYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER
She broke the rules. Now, she's his to punish. Ava Montgomery is young, untouched, and full of secrets. All her life, she's followed the rules-until one night, she steps into the room of the one man she should've stayed far away from. Dante Wolfe. Forty-two. Cold. Ruthless. Her best friend's father. And the kind of man who doesn't ask twice. He gave her a chance to run. She stayed. Now, he wants more than just her body. He wants obedience. Control. Submission. But what started as a secret affair spirals into a dangerous obsession. With every kiss, every punishment, every filthy whisper, Ava falls deeper into the world of a man who doesn't share-and doesn't let go. She thought she was breaking the rules. She didn't know he was going to rewrite them. And make her follow every single one./1/118659/coverorgin.jpg?v=903ae5de1110866fa800d3165aa8b135&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
On the night of our third anniversary, I prepared a lavish candlelit dinner, waiting for my husband, Julian, to come home. But when he finally walked through the door, he didn't even look at the table. He just coldly ordered me to go to the hospital to donate blood for Seraphina, the woman he had always kept close. When I refused, he left me alone in the storm and spent the night guarding her. The next day, he accused me of leaking her hospital location to the paparazzi. To "protect" her, he brazenly moved Seraphina into our marital estate. When I packed my bags to leave, Seraphina intentionally faked a fall in the hallway. Julian didn't hesitate. He violently shoved me out of the way to catch her. My lower back slammed hard against the solid wood doorframe. I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach, while he glared at me with murderous rage. "If you say one word to my family about her, I will destroy the orphanage you grew up in." I looked at the man I had loved with a desperate passion for three years, cradling a manipulative liar in his arms. My heart turned entirely to ash. He didn't know that my hands were trembling not from fear, but from the terror of losing what was inside me. I had just found out I was six weeks pregnant with his child. I slowly stood up, hiding the ultrasound photo deep in my bag. This time, I didn't argue or cry. I just drove away from the estate, silently vowing that I would disappear and he would never see this child./0/86863/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf01236780d2296baa14acf17f384f17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Vows, Unfulfilled Wishes
My mother was dying, her last wish for me to be settled, to be married. I rushed to my girlfriend, Olivia, the woman I' d loved for six years. "Let's get married. Now," I pleaded. For twenty-seven agonizing days, I begged, each day met with a new excuse. On the twenty-seventh day, she finally agreed. I waited at the courthouse, a bouquet of my mother' s favorite flowers in hand, hope surging through me. Then my phone buzzed. An Instagram notification. A picture of Olivia, grinning, a marriage certificate held high, Noah Peterson's arm possessively around her. The date on the certificate? The very first day I had started begging her. My world shattered. My phone rang again. It was the hospital. My mother was gone. She had died alone, her last wish unfulfilled, while I was waiting for a woman who had been lying to me for a month, already secretly married to her childhood friend, Noah. The betrayal was absolute. The casual intimacy between Olivia and Noah, the excuses, the constant prioritization of his fabricated problems over my dying mother' s last days-it all flooded my mind. I was a fool, blind to the truth that had been hiding in plain sight. I pulled out my phone, typed a single, final message, "Olivia, never again," and blocked her. I left the city, cutting off everything, ready to rebuild my life, honor my mother, and finally, honor myself./0/23920/coverorgin.jpg?v=719f95f2127bcc78b393c968bcab56ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
