Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Faceless Idol
Ricky Lim, the enigmatic half-Korean, half-Chinese heartthrob, stood confidently on stage, his voice soaring as he belted out Moonlight Pitch's hit song. As the main vocalist, most followed member, and visual of the group, Ricky's captivating presence electrified the crowd. Yet, despite his fame, Ricky's face remained a mystery, hidden behind a mask that sparked both curiosity and intrigue. Only his parents had ever seen his unmasked face, and the world could only speculate about the secrets he kept hidden. Some whispered that his breathtaking handsomeness could leave fans weak in the knees, while others wondered if there was more to the mask than met the eye. In a world where idols were worshipped, Ricky's mystique had captivated the hearts of millions. Among them was Lily Campbell, a bright-eyed 21-year-old who had been hopelessly devoted to Ricky since Moonlight Pitch's debut. Little did she know, their lives were about to intersect in unexpected ways.../0/20687/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5a99fb8485112517231c14cb3f85bd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Boss' Accident Wife
Damien Griffin is rich, powerful, and ruthless mafia boss while Yesha Sanchez is just an average woman who's unemployed. In due course, Yesha was accidently involved in a private mafia transaction. Damien was furious because of her sudden appearance at their transaction and he opted to kill her but because of an interesting reason he didn't do it. How far will there story go?/1/110235/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d5a040e14526665e73ad129f30cb5eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers
"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]/0/21336/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbcb6fe6791f9d19c77196ebfb03bbf6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fire-Bringer
Normal, average 21-year-old human girl Lottie Chang is an oddity in a world filled with supernatural beings. Everything changes as soon as she meets three-thousand-year-old Marcus Hollister, a vampire looking to secure his own base of power. Though Marcus meant to court Lottie's pureblood vampire best friend, it is Lottie who catches his attention and drives his obsession. As the two of them spend more time together, Lottie's latent powers are activated. Lottie had never believed she was anything special, but as the last living Fire Elemental in her universe, she is suddenly on everyone's wish list. Desperate for allies, she must learn to trust Marcus who may have ulterior motives for pursuing her./1/120293/coverorgin.jpg?v=214fa6543dd6b189b574f84f81ecea3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Framed Wife's Comeback
Athena Barnes loved her billionaire husband, Armond Solomon, more than life itself. But he repaid that love by handing her divorce papers and accusing her of murdering his mistress and their unborn child. He didn't just want a separation; he wanted her completely destroyed. He bankrupted her father's legacy, orchestrated a humiliating public arrest at the mistress's funeral, and sent Athena to a brutal prison for five years. In that hellhole, her elegant right hand was mangled, leaving her with a severed pinky and a roadmap of grotesque scars. She survived the nightmare for only one reason: the secret son she gave birth to behind bars. Five years later, she was finally free, living quietly in a shabby apartment with her little boy. But the billionaire found them. He broke down her door, visibly horrified when he saw her mutilated hand, yet he still used his immense wealth to legally snatch her son away. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so ruthlessly blind, tearing apart her life again over a beautifully crafted lie. "He wants to fight with his rules, his power, his money. Fine." Athena watched the Rolls-Royce take her son away, but the tears had burned out long ago. She put on her only good suit, grabbed her keys, and drove straight to the heart of his empire, Solomon Tower. It was her turn to play, and she was going to use a hidden weapon he knew nothing about./0/21985/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8fb0f662233e9f7bdc67a3f71e70138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Trapping My Billionaire Boss
Amanda, a hardworking maid at a prestigious New York hotel, never expected her life to take a dramatic turn. What happens when she crosses paths with Chris Montenegro, heir to the biggest hotel chain in the country, a total ladies' man and not to mention, he is also her boss. What happens when her ex-boyfriend storms in on the two of them and knocks him out? In an attempt to save her job, she cares for him throughout the night. But there might be a problem, he wakes up with a splitting headache with no memory of the previous night, not to mention, she is laying next to him half naked. He thinks of her as a floozy who is only after his money and fires her from her job. What happens when the two of them meet again two weeks later and she spits out the words: "I'm pregnant." This might lead to many problems she never expected, not to mention, a shot at falling in love. Will Amanda and Chris find a way to navigate their complicated relationship, or will secrets tear them apart? Can true love ever survive amongst so many lies?/0/73248/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b18b489f06a47f7edadcb08091c371&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell with Roman
Seven years ago, Layla ruled. The Queen Bee of university life, she toyed with hearts-until Roman. He was supposed to be just another conquest, the quiet engineering student who didn't care about her games. But when she made him fall, she never expected to fall harder. Then everything shattered. Layla left him broken, and just days later, his little sister died alone. Now, Roman is no longer the bookish boy she knew-he's a ruthless billionaire, powerful, untouchable... and out for revenge. When Layla, drowning in debt and desperation, seeks his help, he offers her a deal: five years as his. His to command. His to break. She refuses. Roman smirks. Then you're not desperate enough yet. But when she has no other choice, Layla signs away her freedom, stepping into a game of obsession, pain, and something far more dangerous-old desires that refuse to die. He swore he'd ruin her. She swore she'd never love him again. But the past has secrets, and when they surface, neither will ever be the same. In a battle of love and vengeance, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all./0/79737/coverorgin.jpg?v=99d17e43181ac55ea16d60112d93fa9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fiance to Fury: The Gala Betrayal
My Napa estate glowed under the California sun. The Aura Foundation gala was meant to be my legacy, a chance to pour my tech success into something truly meaningful. My fiancé, Brandon Maxwell, was the charming, supportive partner by my side, or so I thought. Then the encrypted email arrived, a grainy photo of Brandon with another woman, Cassandra Rourke, a notorious PR shark. The caption chilled me to the bone: "He's not who you think." My heart hammered, a cold dread spreading through me like poison. This couldn't be real; Brandon loved me, didn't he? But then I remembered the hushed calls, the gifts bought with my cards, the subtle isolation from friends. I overheard him at a pre-gala dinner, his voice low and conspiratorial, calling me "clueless" and this gala "a goldmine." He laughed about how I trusted him completely, how he'd urged me to hire Cassandra's firm. Devastation hit me like a physical blow. My world shattered when I later found their vile texts and photos on his iPad, mocking my naivete. "Evie's so naive, thinks this gala is about charity. It's about us, baby." Even as I bled from a shattered decanter, he worried about the cost, not my injury. He gaslighted me, telling me he loved me, yet defended his mistress publicly when she attacked me. He watched me walk away, believing I was broken, that he had won. I was branded the unstable, jealous woman, while he and his mistress paraded their "love." Whispers followed me, painting me as a "psycho" ruining her own event. I felt a profound shift, the naivete burning away, replaced by a cold fire. I was no longer the victim, but the architect of my own ending. The gala would indeed be unforgettable, but not in the way they imagined./0/86226/coverorgin.jpg?v=c05baa9d67eca0390f116a3d8084fae6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Unveiling
The plane descended, and a familiar sense of accomplishment swelled in me. Three months of hotel rooms and construction sites were finally over. I' d just closed the biggest deal of my architectural career in Tokyo, and now, all I could think of was Liam. It was his birthday, and my early return was a secret, a surprise I couldn' t wait to unveil. I clutched the vintage watch for him in my carry-on, imagining his joyful face, picturing us finally back home. But the solid oak door to my sanctuary, my apartment, met me with a sharp, negative beep. Denied. I frowned. My worn fingers fumbled, I must be tired. I typed our anniversary code again, slowly, precisely. Beep. Red light. Denial. A cold unease crept up my spine. This was my home, my code. Liam wouldn' t prank me, especially since he didn' t know I was coming. Then, just as I reached for my phone, the door swung open. A heavy slam to the side of my head. Pain exploded. The world tilted. A young woman, maybe early twenties, stood in my doorway, holding one of my own art books. "Who the hell are you?" she shrieked, panicked, a delicate, handcrafted silver gingko leaf hairpin tucked into her messy blonde hair. My hairpin. I stumbled past her, into my apartment, and the world fell away. My minimalist, elegant space was gone, replaced by a nightmare of vibrant pink and fluffy textures. Cheap pop star posters covered my walls. My custom Italian leather sofa was replaced by a lumpy, glittery monstrosity. The air reeked of cheap perfume and burnt sugar. My home office was a makeup room. My blueprints, my life's work, shoved into a corner, stained and crumpled. My mother' s priceless antique lace wedding dress, wine-stained. Torn photos of Liam and me, our memories, scattered in the trash. "Get out!" Chloe shrieked, shaking my arm. "This is my home! Liam will be back any minute!" Liam. The name was a key, unlocking a torrent of horrifying possibilities. Then, her sleeve slid back, revealing a sleek, modern watch with a distinctive blue face. The men' s version of the matching couple' s watches I'd bought for Liam' s birthday, still gift-wrapped in my luggage. My eyes scanned the unrecognizable living room. My gallery wall of our life together was gone. In its place: Liam and Chloe kissing under the Eiffel Tower, on a boat, at a family barbecue with his parents. Every single picture of me was gone. I had been erased. "I hope you like what I' ve done with the place," Chloe purred, her voice brimming with proud ownership. "Liam said the old style was so cold and impersonal. He loves how warm and cozy it is now. He says it finally feels like a real home." Each word was a deliberate blow, telling me I was inadequate, replaced. She picked up a framed photo of them. "Liam was so tired of everything being so perfect and professional. He needed someone to just… take care of him. A soft place to land." The implication was clear: I, with my career and independence, was his stress. She, this cloying woman, was his "soft place." For a moment, I felt nothing but a vast, hollow emptiness./0/84604/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8d31123164936f3727d34ce6c7c1915&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Regent's Secret
The world was a blur of pain, and Kael, my fierce protector, was there to sweep me into his arms, just like always. He was my anchor, the man whose life was bound to mine by a rare, ancient Soul-Link—a sacrifice I'd made without a second thought to save him from poison years ago. I trusted him with my life, literally. Then I saw her. First in a terrifying nightmare, then in Kael's study, a cloaked figure handing him a mysterious ornate box. Her cold, regal eyes haunted my waking thoughts, but Kael swore I was dreaming, soothing my fears with familiar warmth and a tangible clue about my missing sister, Seraphina. He couldn't be lying, not when our very souls were linked. My trust shattered when I saw Lyra again, stepping out of a gilded carriage, announcing her engagement to Kael. They'd been engaged for years, uniting two powerful families. I was nothing but a temporary amusement, a pet he'd picked up. His betrayal sent a searing pain through my chest, amplified by the Soul-Link—a physical manifestation of my broken heart. How could he cause me such profound emotional agony, yet share my physical pain so deeply? The contradiction tore me apart. He looked at me with genuine worry, yet continued to lie, continuing this elaborate deception. Why? What was this bond to him? Just a burden? I found my answer, not in his words, but in the truth. The man with Lyra was his twin brother, a calculated deception to manage his political life. I wasn't just a secret; I was a fully separate life he was living. My heart shattered. I learned then that the "medicine" he gave me daily wasn't a cure for the Soul-Link's pain, but a slow poison, ensuring my dependence, my control. He blamed me for the link, twisting my sacrifice into a curse. So I ended it, plunging a letter opener into my own heart, severing the Soul-Link, and sending him an agonizing final message of shared oblivion./0/43399/coverorgin.jpg?v=d596bfa42ddedb4c89fa988633bd7097&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion And Secrets: A Billionaire's Love Story
In the dazzling metropolis of New York City, billionaire businessman Alex Hamilton lives a life of opulence and success. When fate leads him to the struggling artist Mia Summers, their worlds collide in a passionate and steamy affair that defies all expectations. Drawn to Mia's raw talent and beauty, Alex offers her the opportunity of a lifetime to showcase her artwork in his prestigious gallery. As they venture into a world of luxury and extravagance, the magnetic pull between them becomes undeniable. But beneath the glittering surface lies a shocking secret from Alex's past that threatens to unravel the love they've found. Mia must confront her doubts and fears, torn between trusting him with her heart and protecting herself from potential heartbreak. Amidst the disapproval of their families and the relentless gossip of the media, Alex and Mia's love is put to the ultimate test. Can they overcome the barriers that society places in their path? Will they find the courage to trust each other completely and embrace the true power of their connection?/0/49888/coverorgin.jpg?v=b040155cb68ea45ec19e766cd79b194c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Naughty Desires.
"While pretending to pick something up, her large bosoms were exposed. It was a deliberate action and just as she expected, Jeremy's eyes were glued to her peaches." "Having enough of the show, with a slow pace, she stood up while looking at Jeremy. The latter couldn't control himself and stood up immediately." ************** A ruthless CEO and sex addict, who was once a nerd before getting influenced by the bad eggs. Liam Noah turns out to be worse than his predecessors, taking advantage of recruits in his company. However, Tragedy strikes as a long-time nemesis catches up with him. Lucia Hart embarks on the journey of revenge and would stop at nothing until she avenges the death of her sister, Janice Hart, who died in Liam's hands, due to crazy sex adventures and experiments on her. Lucia is set to give Liam the worst punishment ever even though it might cost her her life and her relationship with Jeremy Wilder./0/88173/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c6e2b461e0409b535a1c44dbd4cc508&imageMogr2/format/webp)
OUR LITTLE SECRET
At Velgrave Academy, secrets don't just linger... they haunt. Ophelia Wolfe isn't the type to play nice. Cold, sharp, and fiercely guarded, she's mastered the art of keeping her distance-and her power to erase memories hidden. Until he walks back into her life. Carl Maddox. The arrogant boy with a smirk she can't stand... and a past she can't remember. They once shared something forbidden, a moment burned into her subconscious-but only he remembers it. And now? They're stuck together again, tangled in school politics, whispered conspiracies, and a chemistry neither of them can deny. As Velgrave's walls close in, and forgotten memories resurface with a vengeance, Ophelia must decide: protect her secret... or risk everything for a love that refuses to stay buried. Because some secrets were never meant to be hidden. And some hearts were never meant to forget./0/82333/coverorgin.jpg?v=03b7d8de7e10e3f297e300bf44466639&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Platinum Bands of Betrayal
Ten days from our wedding, I planned a surprise for Izzy: custom platinum bands. For five years, I' d been her "supportive husband," putting my own life on hold for her skyrocketing marketing career. Then I overheard her Instagram Live. "Ethan? He' s sweet, but he' s basically my well-kept house husband. My career pays for this lifestyle, he just makes good coffee." The rings crashed to the floor. Five years of sacrifice. Five years reduced to a sarcastic joke. Her intern, Liam, was far more than just a colleague. Soon, his arrogant social media posts confirmed my worst fears: their late-night "work sessions" and private jokes. She repeatedly lied to my face, dismissing me while planning our wedding. A vast, cold emptiness settled in my chest. My entire life with her felt like a cheap movie set, and I was merely an uncredited extra. How could I have been so utterly blind to her contempt and betrayal, to the true nature of the woman I was about to marry? But the emptiness became a catalyst. I typed a text to my estranged billionaire father: "Dad, I' m ready to come home. I' m in on the merger. Cancel Izzy' s company' s contract with us." This wasn't the end; it was my beginning./0/18741/coverorgin.jpg?v=0120683e81021ca45ef0dd29d83b79ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Mean My Everything
Two estranged lovers met again after five years. When Rita cried out her grievances in front of Ethan, he forgave her and took her back into his arms. But what he didn't know was that he had stepped right into her trap. She pushed him down into an abyss of humiliation, showered him with betrayals, and then left once again. However, as she walked away, a cruel sneer appeared on his face. He would make everyone who cheated him suffer for the rest of their lives. This time, it would be impossible for her to run from him./1/120618/coverorgin.jpg?v=db44dd2a58509c8571ef0af36cddb291&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire Boss Who Loved Me.
Maya Carroway only wanted a paycheck to save her family. Instead, she finds herself pretending to be the fiancée of Eric Thorne who is the cold, ruthless CEO she can't stand and a billionaire currently trapped by his grandfather's will that demands he will marry or lose his empire. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, the line between fake and real begins to blur, Maya finds herself caught between ruthless family politics, corporate secrets, and a man she swore she'd never trust. But in a world of billion-dollar lies, is the truth worth the ruin?/0/85902/coverorgin.jpg?v=468b8b9225489c544818f78a1dfd5750&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Control
The rain that had veiled Emily' s funeral still clung to my black dress as I approached Mark' s gleaming penthouse, a place that now felt like a tomb. The elevator opened directly into the living room, and the first thing I heard was Mark' s easy laughter, a sound that felt like a physical blow. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, oblivious, while I, his fiancée, had just buried my little sister. His eyes swept over me, from my damp hair to my scuffed shoes, and disgust flickered across his features. "Sarah. What are you doing? You didn' t follow protocol," he hissed, stepping back as if I carried a plague. Then, he grabbed the worn leather purse Emily gave me, holding it like a dead rat before dropping it into his high-tech trash chute. "Now go," he commanded. "Get out. And don' t come back up until you' re clean." That' s when I saw it. He wasn' t afraid of germs. He was afraid of losing control. He never touched my dying sister, citing "contamination risk," but freely shared mai tais with his assistant, Lisa, and her family in Hawaii, while Emily withered in an impersonal hospice. Every humiliating cleansing ritual, every compromised dream, every sacrifice I made for this man-it was never about love. It was about breaking me, about proving I was worth nothing. Something inside me, long dormant, finally shattered. I didn' t go to the sanitation suite. I walked out of that building, leaving behind his sterile, loveless world. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I was never going back./0/32368/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c777475a3845ee70cf873388771ab0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lethal Obsession
DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore, a slut and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, kissing her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself./0/42426/coverorgin.jpg?v=8503502515efaba9c1f2a901ab77e24a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
