Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Dice Love
Yvonne West was smart and had a strong working ability. After her father’s death, she was so sad that she was coaxed by a wily man. This man treated her very well when after her father’s death. In a reward, she married him and could even donate her kidney to save him. But before her accidental death, she finally knew it was trickery. She was used by that man to attack Simon Griffiths the man who loved her deeply and would even like to devote his life to her. Maybe God sympathized with Yvonne. She was alive again. This lifetime, she swears to find Simon. She swears to love him, protect him, and make him happy the whole life./0/19411/coverorgin.jpg?v=a43eb0b0fcd86bdf7171658b9cada131&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BROKEN
"I hate love"!!I screamed as tears streamed down my face and my voice echoed back. "I looked around me waiting to see if anyone was going to pass by. I looked back into the depths of the sea and I became so anxious as I held her out about to throw her in it....." "She had practically broken me, she had made me loose my sanity,it was all her!!! She was the reason for my unending cries,sorrow and why I hate the world so much!!!" As I was about throwing her in it I suddenly heard a strange voice....... Zeena,your average girl, she was one that loved with all she had and didn't mind what she lost while loving till the point where she lost herself./0/86572/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f87e7448ee42cc06bfd054ca1ea07d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price Of His Choices
My husband, David Chen, casually destroyed my grandmother' s locket-a cherished family heirloom-in the garbage disposal, just to appease his childhood friend, Jessica Lee. That same day, I packed my bags, took our son Leo, and left. Three years later, back in the city as a jewelry designer, I found myself face-to-face with David at a prestigious competition. He was still the arrogant tech mogul, seemingly surprised I wasn' t struggling. He tried to buy me back, offering diamonds, believing money could fix his broken character. Then his assistant, Jessica, slinked up, mocking my simple dress and implying I was a gold digger, desperate for David' s lifestyle. She then deliberately spilled red wine on my priceless Antoine Dubois dress. As if that wasn' t enough, she maliciously tossed my custom-made, diamond-studded anniversary bracelet-a gift from my new husband, Michael Thompson-into a public trash can, mirroring David' s cruel act from years ago. The audacity of their insults, their absolute contempt for my worth, and the calculated destruction of something deeply personal infuriated me. How could they be so blind, so utterly convinced of their superiority, while standing on property owned by my husband and insulting his wife, a judge of the very competition they were attending? Just as Jessica raised her hand to slap me, a strong hand caught her wrist. "What do you think you' re doing to my wife?" Michael Thompson' s voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the silence. My new life, built on respect and true love, was about to shatter their illusion of power./1/115448/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c30d920451e9344f7d41925ae3e64e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The CEO's Deal
"I once thought time had erased everything, until you appeared once more..." Fifteen years ago, she was his first love-a secret he kept buried deep within. Fifteen years later, Aiden Power has become the head of a financial empire, living a life ruled by logic and iron will. Throughout those years, he focused solely on his career, bypassing the socialites arranged by his family without a single flicker of emotion. He believed the memories of that girl had been consigned to the past forever, and that his heart had grown cold. Yet, on the day he decided to seek someone for the final transaction of his life, Alma Jane reappeared. She came to him in a state of exhaustion, desperate for the money to save her father. She looked at him as if he were a stranger, completely unaware that she was the sole remaining fragment of his memories. Upon meeting her again, Aiden realized with a shock that the feelings he thought were long dead were merely embers, waiting for her presence to ignite into a fierce blaze. In a cruel twist of irony, Aiden is forced to don a mask of ruthlessness to initiate a high-priced transaction. He uses coldness to shield his inner turmoil and power to reclaim the girl he once let slip away. One man, forced by circumstance to play the villain. One woman, driven by hardship to enter a gilded cage. Amidst misunderstandings, fear, and resentment, will sincerity be enough to warm their wounded hearts in time? "This contract began with tears, but will destiny be gentle enough to bring back the smiles?"/0/83652/coverorgin.jpg?v=7857b17cb37c9b3a961dec30666ae8ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A New Horizon After Her Betrayal
My marriage to Seraphina had rules: five years of waiting for full moons and "energetic alignment." During a raging wildfire, I found my wife, Seraphina, intimately huddled with another man, Julian, and a young boy, Leo, looking like a blissful family. She didn't care I'd discovered her betrayal; she just told me I was 'upsetting the harmony' and kicked me out of my own home. She even refused my divorce, claiming it would 'disrupt her karmic path' and then abandoned me bleeding in a cafe after I was injured saving her, to coddle a child who wasn't even hers. Was my love and sacrifice truly so worthless, so easily discarded for a life built on her curated lies and calculated manipulations? But then I saw the pictures and videos of her secret life, the raw, unhinged laughter broke free-the man who loved Seraphina was dead, and a new, free me was finally born./0/51856/coverorgin.jpg?v=da6546c959bd2491755d468c30ecef9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to take Revenge: Master Maurice, please help me
Acacia had been a hot topic for seventeen years—from the time she debuted at the age of five with her pure and cute look all the way until she was twenty years old. She had all the glitz and glam that even veteran celebrities in the industry hadn’t reached in all of their years. However, only she knew that behind that perfect and bubbly young lady was a wounded little soul that needed healing. Since her family found out that she could make a lot of money by debuting as a child actress, they have used any possible means to keep pushing her into the limelight, though she didn’t want it. They finally drove her to her death. Before that, she found out a shocking truth about her birth, but it was too late. If only she could go back in time... If only… "Young Master Maurice, how about you help me get revenge?" Acacia asked meekly. She knew this wasn't right, but she had to stay firm. "You didn't have to ask; it's already been taken care of."/0/42447/coverorgin.jpg?v=4eebb2cad8141f5651b8aa74a0b53156&imageMogr2/format/webp)
To Hate My Stepbrother
“I hate you. I’ve always hated you.” He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. “Best believe the feeling is fucking mutual.” “Care to explain why you’re always giving me the ‘look’ then?” He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. “What stupid look?” “Like you want me to fuck you.” ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava would gladly strangle the ridiculously rude stranger who had collided into her and ruined her entire plans for the day, while Mason never wanted to have another encounter with the clumsiest person he had ever come across. Neither of them expected that the next time they’d be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didn’t get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a ‘first family’s vacation’, but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldn’t pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was… till she couldn’t pretend to be immune to Mason’s intense gaze and lingering touches… Till she couldn’t deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar… Till she couldn’t deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason./0/23629/coverorgin.jpg?v=112a1414430c05b3f245cd13b0ac48af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My love..(Unwanted Wife)
Varun.. I love him. I want to be with him To stay with him forever, I am ready to do anything Rosie.. I hate her I don't even want to see her shadow To stay away from her, I am ready to do anything Everyone will say that love is so beautiful but that love has given rosie only pain and suffering in her life.. She had lost everything because of the mistake she had made to achieve her love forcibly.. Once she believed that her love could change his hatred into love.. Was her unconditional love able to change the hatred he had for her ??.. Will she find the happiness and hope in her life again who is passing her days with full of sorrow by believing that she has lost everything because of the mistake she made ??.. Peep into the story to know the love journey of rosie which is mixed with pleasure and pain../0/46016/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf155fd2956ecd283ffac68dd669e792&imageMogr2/format/webp)
S*x Tape
Irane grew up in the hands of her relatives after the death of her parents, she meets Sonia her best friend who suffers from relationship violence from her boyfriend David. After Davids imprisonment, they both got married. Irane having married to a soldier hooked up with Richie. Having the full sex Tape he threatens to release if they don't do what he wants. Both women comfort each other and fight Side by side against all marital struggles Will the secret remain hidden?/1/129075/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3f93cc16106591931bb167fdfdc814f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Lost MC Princess
I drained my savings and gave up my college education to support my biker boyfriend for three years. But the moment he finally got patched into the Sterling Knights MC, he brought the club president's daughter to my bar. He slid a wad of cash across the sticky counter, telling me to take it and call it even. "Kalia, we're not here to fight. Devin just wants to do the right thing," she sneered, flashing her gaudy engagement ring. Devin watched me with cold impatience, letting his new fiancée and her ruthless bodyguard humiliate me in front of his brothers. They thought I was just a naive, submissive barmaid they could easily step on and discard. A thousand dollars to erase my life's savings, the massive debts I took from loan sharks for his legal fees, and the child I got rid of for him? Did they really think they could destroy my life and walk away completely unscathed? I didn't touch his pathetic cash. Instead, I dragged her secret lover into the bar, publicly destroyed their sham of an engagement, and forced him to pay back every single cent of the $31,060 he owed me. Because what these arrogant bikers didn't know was that I'm not some helpless nobody. I am the lost princess of the legendary Serpents of Chaos MC, and with this money, I am finally going home./1/113177/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a4bee012c5aceb1b0322dd9846e0ec0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pop Queen's Ruthless Billionaire Fan
I was at the peak of my pop music career, breaking box office records while secretly enduring the nightmare of being my Boston family's forced bone marrow donor. I thought my boyfriend and producer, Caleb, was my only safe haven. That was until I saw the custom Rolex I bought him on the wrist of his new artist, Isla. A quick investigation revealed he wasn't just cheating on me; he was siphoning millions from my accounts and forging my signature to steal my luxury endorsements. To get rid of me without backlash, Caleb leaked a maliciously edited video to TMZ, framing me as a violent psycho. The hashtag demanding my cancellation trended worldwide within minutes, and my sponsors started dropping me. At an elite Malibu gala, Caleb paraded Isla around, playing the abused victim and threatening to blacklist me from the industry. Isla even fake-cried and threw herself to the ground, accusing me of pushing her out of jealousy. "If you throw a tantrum here, I will make sure you are blacklisted from every studio in this town." I had given him my heart and my resources, only for him to try and drain me dry before tossing me to the wolves. Did he really think I was just a fragile pop princess who would cry and beg for mercy? With the unedited footage handed to me by a terrifying Wall Street billionaire who suddenly took an obsessive interest in me, I put on my blood-red couture gown. I walked straight into that gala, kicked Caleb into the infinity pool, and threw the felony fraud lawsuit directly at his wet face./0/81381/coverorgin.jpg?v=eab1d24b8f04d44fe21e1f2b8e0d2968&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Undeniable Dead
For three years, I’d been a silent, unseen presence, a ghost tethered to the man who ruined my life: Rick Thompson. Today, his opulent Manhattan penthouse boomed with a lavish birthday party for his new fiancée, a celebration that should have been my own. Amidst the champagne and laughter, Rick casually remembered me, his ex, telling his assistant to send me leftover food at the "wellness clinic" he’d sent me to. Moments later, the assistant returned, pale-faced, revealing the horrifying truth: I had died almost three years ago, and the critical funds Rick set aside for my care had never arrived. Rick dismissed it as a crude trick, but his call to my family confirmed my heartbroken mother’s worst fears. Enraged, he stormed into our humble West Virginia home, confronting my crippled brother and grieving mother, smashing my memorial photo. His new fiancée, Tiffany, fueled his delusion, suggesting I was alive and hiding. He then ordered his men to dig up my grave in the old church cemetery. I, a helpless ghost, watched in silent horror as my desecrated coffin revealed my skeletal remains—undeniable proof of my death. The brutal sight, coupled with the crushing realization of his colossal mistake, triggered a massive stroke in my already fragile mother, claiming her life right there at my graveside. Rick, finally comprehending the monstrous scope of his folly, collapsed in agony, consumed by guilt. With newfound, chilling resolve, Rick turned his immense resources, not to create, but to destroy, vowing to meticulously unravel every lie that led to my family's ruin and embark on a relentless path of vengeance against the true architect of our tragedy./0/40176/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc745500c1d641b6e9551d6ed31ca36f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MISSED TARGET
This book entails the story of two lovers who were children of two army officers; Lati Hamzah and Paul Martins. Lati’s daughter, Mitah and Paul Martin’s son, Dino, became lovers against Lati’s wish. Lati’s opposition was based on a reason surrounding Dino's father which he refused to be factual about and he was very unyielding despite his daughter's obvious love for Dino. However these two love birds kept holding on to their love and refusing to be apart. In the long run, Mitah got pregnant with Dino's child but Lati forced his daughter Mitah to deny Dino the paternity of his son, with a dangerous threat thereby disrupting their intriguing romance. In order to protect her lover, Mitah had to do everything her father asked leaving Dino heartbroken. Mitah's child Dino remained in Lati’s care and custody. Mitah however, had a rigid admirer Nopaz, who would stop at nothing to get her. Since, Mitah would not yield to him, Nopaz eventually abducted her keeping her to himself for days and while Lati was being extremely angry about the kidnap of his daughter, he made a terrible mistake, missed his Target and fired a careless shot at his daughter instead having her killed. Lati was utterly shocked and terrified and could not believe what he had done. This incident hunted and affected him for most of his lifetime, affected all of their lives. Lati struggled to get over the emotional pain he caused himself even in years to come as he later retired from his work. This scene was kept a secret by Lati and his friend from the public as everyone including her lover Dino Martins had the impression that the Kidnappers shot Mitah. The ‘battle line' was drawn between Lati and Dino many years after. Dino who was already an emotionally detached man that pain had built stronger was determined to use everything in his power to get his son from Lati who also was not ready to release the boy. Even after retirement, Lati remained powerful and deadly to confront. But eventually Dino succeeded in having his son in his custody after many failed attempts. However one Fateful day, Dino who wasn’t ready to release his son irrespective of any circumstances later sucuumed as Lati narrated a terrible tale involving his father(Paul Martins) that happened many years ago to him./1/116746/coverorgin.jpg?v=34a9243ded71a060ec2429945e1b46ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Loveless Contract: Marrying My Secret Crush
Blair Glover watched the man she had secretly loved for five years get abandoned at the altar. To secure his billionaire family's trust fund, Judge Harrell needed a bride immediately, so Blair stepped out of the pews and volunteered. He accepted without hesitation, but his dark eyes evaluated her like a cheap piece of real estate. The consequences of her impulsive sacrifice were brutal and immediate. Right after signing the marriage certificate, Judge abandoned her at City Hall to deal with another woman's emergency. When she moved into his lifeless penthouse that night, she found a fresh, smeared lipstick stain on his collar. Worse, the public backlash was vicious. Her classmates branded her a manipulative gold digger, slashed her paintings, and destroyed her university art studio with red paint. Blair had alienated her fiercely protective family and thrown her peaceful life away just to be near him. Yet, after using his massive wealth to rescue her from the campus mob, Judge simply tossed a leather folder of "Cohabitation Rules" into her lap. "Do not fall in love with me. That is a breach of contract." Staring at the cold, calculating CEO, Blair swallowed her heartbreak and wiped the ruined paint from her hands. If he wanted to treat this marriage as a ruthless transaction, she would gladly play along. She was going to take the Harrell name, build her own empire, and make the untouchable billionaire break his own rules./1/113826/coverorgin.jpg?v=58906b32a515a8c0a4b8f63732732d90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride
I dragged a bleeding man out of a flooded alley to get the five million dollars he promised me. He woke up with severe amnesia, so I hid him in my cramped apartment, desperate to secure the cash for my seven-year-old son's life-saving asthma medication. But while washing his ruined, custom-tailored suit, I found a heavy gold signet ring hidden inside the seam. It was deeply engraved with a vicious falcon gripping a broadsword. My blood instantly ran cold. Ten years ago, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire who dismantled my father's company and drove my parents to suicide wore that exact ring. I had just saved the monster who destroyed my family, and now he was sleeping in my bed, right down the hall from my little boy. I stood in the kitchen, gripping a heavy butcher knife until my knuckles turned white. He was completely helpless in the next room, burning with a severe infection. I could drive the blade into his chest right now and finally end this ten-year nightmare. But then I looked at the astronomical pharmacy bills and the eviction notices pinned to the fridge. Vengeance wouldn't buy my son's next breath. "I am not interested in you, I am only interested in your money." I put the knife down, grabbed the medical supplies, and walked into the bedroom to nurse my sworn enemy back to health. Revenge could wait, but until I got my five million, the devil was mine to keep./0/18438/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b765fd3501f0d7d36f2a60c185975d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Divorce, Rebirth, and Sweet Success
The last thing I remembered was the blinding pain behind my eyes, then darkness. When I opened them again, I was back in my bed, twenty-five years younger, before my life became a hollow marriage to August Savage, a U.S. Senator who saw me as nothing more than a political asset. A painful memory surfaced: my death from an aneurysm, brought on by years of quiet heartbreak. I had seen a picture of August, his college sweetheart Heidi, and our son Kadin on a family retreat, looking like the perfect family. I was the one who took the picture. I shot out of bed, knowing this was the day of that retreat. I ran to the private airfield, desperate to stop them. I saw them there, bathed in morning light: August, Kadin, and Heidi, looking like a perfect, happy family. "August!" I yelled, my voice raw. His smile vanished. "Carolynn, what are you doing here? You're making a scene." I ignored him, confronting Heidi. "Who are you? And why are you going on my family's trip?" Kadin then slammed into me, yelling, "Go away! You're ruining our trip with Aunt Heidi!" He sneered, "Because you're no fun. Aunt Heidi is smart and fun. Not like you." August hissed, "Look what you've done. You've upset Heidi. You're embarrassing me." His words hit me harder than any physical blow. I had spent years sacrificing my dreams to be the perfect wife and mother, only to be seen as a servant, an obstacle. "Let's get a divorce," I said, my voice a quiet thunderclap. August and Kadin froze, then scoffed, "Are you trying to get my attention, Carolynn? This is a pathetic new low." I walked to the desk, pulled out the divorce papers, and signed my name with a steady hand. This time, I was choosing myself./0/63212/coverorgin.jpg?v=af450f1a66916746fdb6ae17f13aab98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mistake Painful
One relationship was ruined because of a one-night mistake. "You are my wish to the Father, I pray that He grants you to me." That was my only prayer, but this is not the situation I wanted. I never intended to ruin a relationship, nor did I want to hurt another person. What happened in the past was unexpected, and now, here I am, facing the consequences of my actions. I'm married to a man who does not love me, and who never will, because he only sees me as a friend. "Wait for the love you deserve," as people often say. That's why all I can do is pray and dream that someday, the love I give him will be returned. Actually, I am his legal wife, but I let him do whatever he wants with his life. I also allow him to continue his relationship with the woman he loves, the one he's cared for from the very beginning. I'm not a martyr-I just want everything to be okay, and I don't want any conflict because I've accepted that this is the fate that's been given to me. We are not bound by love, and I've come to terms with that. I accept our situation, and I understand that we are married only on paper, even though we live under the same roof. I do my duties as a wife, like serving him. I learned to cook because of him, though I can tell he doesn't really eat what I prepare. Life is bitter, but this is who I am. I keep trying, trying to make things work between us, to make everything okay, just like when we were young, because we used to be friends. "Have you eaten?" I asked, seeing him drinking coffee in the dining area, focused on his laptop. I gave a bitter smile, already expecting no answer from him because who am I to deserve his attention? I took a deep breath; he didn't even glance at me. I don't have a contagious disease, yet he treats me as if I have leprosy. "Have you spoken to your father?" he asked emotionlessly, closing his laptop with a thud. "I-I told him," I stammered, bowing my head. "Good," he said and stood up. I watched him walk away without saying anything, then started cleaning the dining area. I noticed him stop, so I also paused, and he turned to face me. "Don't expect me to come home during the weekdays. Don't wait for me on the weekends either," he said seriously. All I could do was nod in agreement to avoid further conflict in our family. I endure this life even though it hurts because I'm the one to blame, and I'm the one who understands, so I carry the burden. "When we're at the camp, Psalm, just ignore me because they don't know we're married on paper," he said irritably and turned away. "I'm sorry," I called out, trying to apologize. My hands trembled as I held his hands with both of mine. "I-I'm sorry," I repeated. He sighed deeply and pulled his hands away from mine. "Your sorry won't change the situation, Psalm!" he replied angrily. "I-I love... you," I said bravely, though my voice was shaky. "But you don't own me," he replied coldly. I took a step forward to face him, but when our eyes met, I quickly looked away, playing with my wedding ring. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" I asked. "My freedom!" he answered shortly. "And please, stop wearing that ring because we're not lovers." "As you wish." "Do everything you can to earn my forgiveness!" were his last words before he left without saying goodbye. I exhaled deeply and cried. His request may be unclear, but I promise to find a way to give him the freedom he asks for. Even though I love him deeply, I'm willing to sacrifice for his happiness. "Being in love with someone who no longer loves you is the most painful feeling in the world," I whispered, wiping my tears before running to my room, where I cried my heart out. I let out all the pain through my tears. I released all my frustrations. I screamed and threw whatever I could get my hands on because, no matter how much I break down here, no one would hear me. "A-Ah... it hurts!" I cried out in frustration, burying my face in a pillow to calm myself down because there was no one else to comfort me but me. I got up and looked at the picture of us on our wedding day. I stared at Llishan's face, where you could see the forced smile on his lips. I stood and walked towards the picture, gently caressing his face. "I hope that one day I'll wake up, and the pain I carry will be gone." "I hope that one day this pretending will end. It's hard, but I hope that one day you'll have your freedom, baby, and I hope I'll be able to give you what you're asking for when I'm finally tired." This is the truth I'm standing on! I am Princess Psalm Jaxeen De-Gracia, and he is Mc Llishan Sanchez./0/22007/coverorgin.jpg?v=18d77f30a246ea71302bd8228776eb4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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