Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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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./1/113868/coverorgin.jpg?v=903f18021d0b5f217f79ac454c46c6e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bought By The Cold Billionaire Husband
I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery. But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets. At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir. He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction. When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt. "Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust. He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree. He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit. Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying. I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions. Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper? But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died. With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim. I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far./0/81642/coverorgin.jpg?v=dabdef29010fee3e010a218c89ce9a43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on Our Wedding Day
My wedding day. Again. I stood there, a young woman forced into an arranged marriage, about to become Abigail Blackwood. In my previous life, a cold, brutal tyrant named Ethan, obsessed with a family vendetta, systematically destroyed everything and everyone I loved. I suffered silently with a terminal illness no one knew about, watching in agony as he engineered my beloved grandfather' s public humiliation and death, and as my sister Ellie endured a horrific abusive marriage that tragically cost her, and her unborn child, their lives. His cruelty knew no bounds: public shaming, forcing me to play piano until my fingers bled for his mistress's amusement, endless torment for every desperate plea. Overwhelmed by despair and humiliation, I chose to die by my own hand. But somehow, fate intervened. Here I am, back on our wedding day. And so is he. Ethan Blackwood remembers everything, just as I do. The monster who tormented me now acts kind, attentive, even regretful, desperately trying to atone. But my heart is a fortress of old wounds, my soul scarred by unimaginable pain. Can I ever trust him, or is this just another, more sophisticated game? This second chance is both a gift and a terrifying burden. I am determined to protect my family, to rewrite our tragic history, and to never again be the pawn in his brutal game. Can love truly blossom from such a foundation of hatred and despair?/0/86648/coverorgin.jpg?v=18af9b57d583aaaa954c239ba76ad103&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance, A Lasting Love
The grand hall buzzed, echoing with the promise of my victory at the National Architectural Innovators Gala. My design, "The Spire of Tomorrow," glistened on the screen, a testament to years of dedication. This was the pinnacle, the moment my life was supposed to take off. But then, a cold dread seized me. I had lived this moment before. In another life, I, Sarah Miller, had won, celebrated by my mentor, Daniel Hayes, his smile a perfect mask for the darkness within. That win had been the beginning of my end. He and his protégé, Emily Chen, systematically erased my contributions, claimed my innovations, and then framed me for embezzlement. Publicly disgraced, I lost everything: my career, my home, and worst of all, my brother Michael' s specialized medical care. He deteriorated, and the guilt consumed me. My story ended in a cold, lonely apartment, crushed by failure. How could I have been so blind? How could my mentor, the man who shaped me, betray me so completely? The injustice burned, a bitter taste in my mouth, and I was left with nothing but unanswered questions and seething resentment. But this time, it was different. As the emcee built the suspense on stage, Daniel and Emily smugly confident in the front row, I knew one thing: I would not walk into their trap again. I raised my hand./1/115276/coverorgin.jpg?v=c31a55fa56e8461a46b673c886873433&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Vengeful CEO
Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents. When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell. Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared. He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away. Debora thought she was finally safe. But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner. He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair. He didn't know she was just a scapegoat. To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her. He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress. They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her. "Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!" Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her? Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open. Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage./0/56925/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc26c5899223ff97948f8254e7bd0df1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion in the Boardroom
Fresh out of college, Maria lands her dream job at the city's hottest company. Engaged to a man chosen by her parents, she convinces herself she’s content. But everything changes when she meets the enigmatic CEO. As she’s drawn into a whirlwind of forbidden passion, Maria's life is turned upside down in ways she never imagined./0/38309/coverorgin.jpg?v=49b02e817e63b9bd7b5cc990ead1a4a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Relationship
Andy Green and Elena Smith grew up together in a family due to the marriage of her mother and his brother. What Elena did not know was that Andy, the man she had called uncle for over twelve years, had been loving her for the same years. To win her heart, Andy cut off all her relationships to others by all means, but as a result, Elena was trapped in the depths of despair, humiliation, and loneliness. Eventually, she decided to leave him. After eight years, Elena becomes a professional lawyer and comes back to the city again. At the time, Andy is no longer her uncle and the poor boy but the only heir to the top noble family. Determined to be intertwined with Andy again with deep love and hatreds, Elena has no idea what decision she should make. Facing the unsolvable affections, what should she do and where should she go?/0/22196/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3376be9ae08819b88506667025d5877&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fall in Love With a Billionaire
“I don’t f*ck virgins, red.” *** When feisty Eleanor, accidentally stumbles on an arrogant infuriating billionaire Liam James, he's instantly captivated by her. However, on first meeting, he treats her like a piece of dirt. Flaunting his money on her face. Falling for him would be the death of her. But how long can she resist?/0/81955/coverorgin.jpg?v=76a35b4de18be4371ac9919e5817dd89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turns to Vengeance
My marriage to Mark seemed solid, our life comfortable, until his college reunion. I was there as the supportive wife, trying to ignore a growing unease. Then I saw him, too close to Jessica, his high school sweetheart and now his sister-in-law. The "Ten-Year Love Blueprint" he' d detailed for her-not me-was just the first blow. That night, I found Jessica kissing my drunk husband in our home, then overheard the devastating truth: her son, Kevin, was Mark' s, not his brother' s. My perfectly constructed life imploded as Mark dismissed my pain and his mother furiously defended his affair. A reckless car crash, caused by Jessica, led to my miscarriage; Mark, shockingly, blamed me, then his mother coldly announced, "You weren't strong enough." Even my own parents, dependent on Mark's generous support, disowned me for daring to expose his betrayal. Abandoned and broken, the injustice was crushing: how could everyone I loved betray me so completely, leaving me a disposable substitute in a life that was never truly mine? The agony of losing everything, especially my baby, felt unbearable. But a fateful accident unexpectedly offered a dark opportunity for ultimate escape and rebirth, transforming me into a vengeful phantom armed with a meticulous plan for absolute justice./0/86961/coverorgin.jpg?v=715f3c079fefb5fbc25888c85c30175d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession, Her Agony
"I want a divorce, Ethan." The words came out, quiet but steady, hanging in the sterile air as my husband, Ethan, stopped swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He didn' t look at me, but at my reflection in the dark, floor-to-ceiling window. "No," he stated, his eyes cold and empty, "You' re my wife, Autumn. You don' t get to leave." I clutched my suitcase, my knuckles white, heart a frantic drum. He smiled, a slow, cruel curve of his lips, a monster I now saw clearly. "Aren' t you? I own this house. I own the clothes you' re wearing. I own your career, what' s left of it." He ignored my whispered pleas, stroked my hair, then grabbed my arm, fingers digging in. "After what you did? After you killed your sister?" The old accusation, his favorite weapon, slicing me open. "You drove her to it. She' s dead because of you. And you will spend the rest of your life making it up to me." Tears burned my eyes as he yanked me closer, the smell of whiskey on his breath. "You belong to me. In this life and the next. Did you forget your vows? Till death do us part." His hand connected with my cheek, a sharp crack, and I fell, tasting blood. He loomed, not a trace of remorse. "This is your fault, Autumn. All of it." He nudged my suitcase. "Unpack. We' re having dinner with my business partners tonight. Wear the blue dress. And smile." Lying there, a plan began to form. He was right about one thing. Only death would part us. So I would die./0/28610/coverorgin.jpg?v=1163572de6d82ac3f0bbcd2aae9372bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Who will be the prince's choice?
It is time for the prince to get married. He asks any girl who would be interested in him to register online so that a dozen of them are chosen to participate in an adventure with him in a large villa and the goal is that the winner of the adventure becomes his wife. Several girls registered and were drawn like the famous Sonya Pembe, the musician Indira Baboke, the miss Olivia Yace, the star of the networks Diana Bouli, the former miss of Cameroon Valerie Ayena and several other non-famous girls among which Fanny Owona or Hortavie Mpondo, a single mother who did not believe in love anymore and who was not interested in this adventure but her best friend Roxane registered her without her knowledge and she was selected... So who will be the prince's choice?/1/110583/coverorgin.jpg?v=55ef175c2dd65533887481f0c3103423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dooming the mafia devil
She was sent to destroy him. A man feared in the shadows, a mafia lord whose name alone commanded power and blood. Serafina Dunes had one mission: send Rapheal Dekoms to hell. Murdered by her husband's mistress, Yuanita Serra was ripped from life before her time-only to be reborn as a missionier, and her first task was to kill Rapheal Dekoms. But fate had other plans. What was meant to be a deadly mission became a dangerous game of desire and hate, where every glance and every touch ignited a fire she couldn't control-and threatened to unravel everything he had ever built./0/85866/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e69c61cb9f78f6f9dec4b07e90ae847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Ultimate Betrayal
My wife, Scarlett, doubled her company' s stock value overnight, and her idea of celebrating involved a new pair of men, not for her investors, but seemingly for me to "coach." It was the peak of our three-year marriage, a performance where I was a mere accessory, like a thousand-dollar vase-present, but never truly seen. She ordered me, her 'good little cuckold,' to buy protection and champagne for an hour-long tryst with two strangers, right in our penthouse, while her friends tittered with malicious laughter. The final straw broke when she smirked, "You' ve been my good little cuckold for so long, you should be an expert by now." That night, Liam wasn' t just going to buy the champagne; he was going to turn her perfect world upside down./1/103387/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b6eeccddf65a314de6a4254dddb44e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Captive Doll To The World's Unstoppable Queen
Everyone in Manhattan envied me for being married to Julian Sterling, the "Saint of Wall Street." After a tragic accident ended my ballet career, he was the ultimate devoted husband, carrying me when I couldn't walk and managing my "mental episodes" with saintly patience. But inside our fifty-million-dollar penthouse, my savior was actually my jailer. I started losing time and forgetting entire days, while Julian insisted my "trauma" was making me lose my mind, forcing me to take heavy sedatives he personally prepared. The horror peaked when I discovered my disability was a lie; Julian had been paying my surgeon to inject neurotoxins into my ankle just to keep me dependent. He used deepfakes to convince the world I was psychotic, all while secretly harvesting my eggs to create an heir I never knew existed. I spent years mourning the life he stole, wondering how the man who once took a bullet for me could be the same monster who watched my bones shatter with a smile. Finding my stolen son being used as a pawn in his sick legacy was the final straw. Julian thought he broke my wings, but he only taught me how to hunt. He stole my life, my body, and my child. Now, I'm coming to take them all back./0/47539/coverorgin.jpg?v=4787a6673484549371b4f581cc5d0a0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Love Beyond Time (English)
Young Tara has become bewitched by Antonio, a man much older than herself. Although Antonio attempts to threaten her into leaving his life, there is an undeniable spark between them. When he offers to end their affair, Tara passionately refuses to let him go. Grabbing Antonio close, she silences any further objections with a daring kiss. Though their connection seems forbidden due to the years between them, it is clear Tara feels a deep longing for this handsome man. Antonio also finds himself drawn to her, despite having come to push her away. Their kiss leaves both wanting more, yet facing uncertain obstacles if they chose to act on their attraction. Will Antonio and Tara be able to forge a relationship in the face of challenges? Or will external forces and their age difference prove too great to overcome? You'll have to read on to discover the fate of these star-crossed lovers and whether their moment of passion ignites into a full burning love./0/33929/coverorgin.jpg?v=e642ee2956825cc34c6d8656960cf996&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter
Soulless - werewolves who have turned rogue with no humanity left, giving in to their beastly urges. Rejection - an act in which your soulmate rejects the mate bond, causing immense pain to the rejected. Moon Goddess - the deity that created the werewolf race whom her creation worship Omega - The lowest ranked wolf in the pack sometimes treated as nothing more than a slave or an object Alpha King/Queen - The rulers of the werewolf nation Runt - The smallest of the wolf pack, usually ignored or bullied for being the smallest Crystalline Thorn grows under the abuse by her father as she trains to take the throne one day and become the Alpha Queen, leader of every wolf in the werewolf nation. She dreams of the day when she meets her mate and be accepted as a strong Queen, especially since she is a runt. But her dream is soon shattered when on the day of an Alliance her mate discovers her "weak" form and rejects her promptly leading to her father disowning her and her hopes to inherit the throne is dashed. But that is the least of her worries. Soon, with the help of Geminie and Amberle, Crystalline learns of a war that has been brewing for thousands of years, of a destiny that has been written in the stars by the original Moon Goddess - Luna - and the Goddess of Destiny - Morai - have placed upon her and her connection to the Lost Princess. Will Crystalline be able to retrieve her throne? Will she accept the mate that rejected her or chose the second chance mate? Or will the weight of responsibility handed to her crush her entirely?/0/83676/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202709&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Five Hundred Thousand Dollar Lie
Three years of playing my guitar until my fingers bled, enduring stale smoke and leering eyes in a Vegas lounge. It was all for him, my fiancé Jax, to pay off a $500,000 debt that threatened his family's legacy. Finally, the "contract" was fulfilled, the debt paid, and I was on my way home, dreaming of our reunion. But when I reached our old apartment, it was empty, a foreclosure notice taped to the door. Panic clawed at my throat as his phone went straight to voicemail, over and over. Then, a notification from a music blog changed everything, showing Jax, my fiancé, beaming with Savannah Monroe at a high-profile Nashville party. The caption: "Nashville's new power couple, Jax Thorne and Savannah Monroe, celebrate their groundbreaking merger." My phone clattered to the dusty floor, my mind unable to grasp the words. I stumbled to the penthouse address listed, only to overhear their voices dripping with casual cruelty. "She'd do anything for me," Jax bragged, his voice cold, "Pure profit." Savannah's syrupy drawl followed, "The loan shark? Seriously? You hired an out-of-work actor from Memphis." My blood ran cold as the truth hit me: the debt, the loan shark, the three years of hell-all a lie, a twisted game orchestrated by the man I loved. "Revenge," Jax hissed, "Her father stole a hit song from my dad. Ruined him. Drove him to suicide. I wanted her to feel what it was like to have everything taken away." My entire life, my sacrifice, my love-it was all a setup, a cruel, elaborate joke. His father was a jealous drunk, a gambler, and the 'stolen song' was a generous gift, not a theft. I was a pawn in a revenge plot based on a lie, completely broken, with nothing left. But as I stood there in the Nashville sun, clutching a small, crumpled piece of paper-a mysterious number for "a true emergency"-a desperate, fluttering hope ignited. I had never used it. With trembling hands, I dialed. "Rothschild, private office." The name echoed in my mind, a legend. "I... I need to speak to Marcus Rothschild," I whispered, "It's an emergency."/0/88682/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac3514396928830fc9d97f827ce12c95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Ultimate Sacrifice
My sister, Jayda, stumbled at a charity gala, splashing a drink near Diamond Hampton' s prized show dog. It was a simple mistake. The reaction was not. Diamond' s security guards, men built like refrigerators, brutally beat Jayda, leaving her crumpled on the polished floor. My husband, Alex Wade, Diamond' s head of security, blocked me from reaching her. "You need to be quiet, Erica," he said, his face an unreadable mask, as his men dragged my bleeding sister away. He dismissed her injuries, claiming she shouldn' t have startled the dog, and forbade me from calling the police or talking to the press. He even threatened Jayda' s life if I caused a problem for Ms. Hampton. Later, he forced me to play my cello for Diamond until my fingers bled, then smashed the instrument. He then demanded I undergo a hysterectomy to appease Diamond, who claimed she couldn' t have children because of him. I was screaming, "That' s not a debt, Alex. That' s a sacrifice. And you' re not sacrificing yourself. you' re sacrificing me!" He let his men drag me to a private clinic where Diamond, in a white coat, watched as a doctor performed the procedure without anesthetic./0/82581/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ef512a05020cf7a15dc0c1d2920bf75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Building My Own Empire
The Travis County Courthouse air felt thick with possibility, or maybe just anticipation. I stood beside Eleanor, ready to get our marriage license, imagining a new life, our life, about to begin. Then her phone buzzed, an email cracking her perfectly calm facade. Her voice thin, she announced her protégé David was in professional meltdown, demanding her immediate presence. Just like that, she left me standing there, marriage license application in hand, and walked away. Minutes later, a text arrived: a confession of an affair with David, a secret pregnancy, and her audacious offer to raise their child as ours. But the humiliation deepened when I returned home to find them intimately entwined on our sofa. As I packed my bags, a video arrived on my phone: Eleanor, with a sneering smile, calling me "unambitious" and "boring," a mere "means to an end." The betrayal hit like a physical blow, curdling into hot, sharp rage. Was this who she truly was? Had our entire relationship been a calculated charade, and I, Michael Thompson, just a pawn in her ambitious scheme? The depth of their cruelty was staggering. Broken, humiliated, and operating on pure adrenaline, I scrolled through my phone, pausing on Sarah Chen's name. "Marry me," I blurted, a desperate, defiant plea. And in a surprising twist, she said yes, igniting an unexpected path forward./0/66468/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241231170344&imageMogr2/format/webp)
