Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/0/56461/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2a3d423392bd774e9f5f3f6df03feb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romance And Medicine
The sound of metal scraping against metal jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I was met with darkness, my surroundings unfamiliar. Panic surged through my veins as I realized I was in the backseat of a car, my hands tied behind my back. I recalled what happened earlier, the note. I was still on the red gown, it was all a lie. Who would want to hurt me, who exactly? Frantically, I wriggled against the restraints behind me, the knots biting into my skin. I needed to call for help, anyone at all. "Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the confined space. But there was no response, only the eerie silence of my captivity. Suddenly, the car rumbled to life. My heart raced. What was happening? I couldn't think as I kicked at the door, desperate to escape, but it wouldn't budge. Tears welled in my eyes as the realization dawned upon me, I might die. "Please no, no God," I wept, my tears mixing with my makeup but I didn't care, my life was more important. My cries grew louder, more desperate, but still, no one came to my aid, not like it was their fault, because the last thing I could remember was the park, how did I get to God knows where. More fear consumed me as the car lurched forward, where was it taking me? Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and my eyes widened in horror. I looked around and realized where I was—the junkyard. The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay as the car was lifted into the air by a massive crane, heading straight for the crusher. My world came to a momentary stop. "No! Please, no!" I screamed, my voice raw with terror. I thrashed against my bonds, but it was futile. "God, no.. please!" More tears streamed down my cheeks as the walls of the car began to close in around me. My screams reached a deafening pitch as the car crusher began to crush the vehicle. I was inside it. I pounded on the windows, my cries echoing through the empty yard, but there was no one to hear me, no one to save me. The sound of metal groaning and collapsing around me only added to the horror of the moment, and I cried out in anguish, the fear and helplessness consuming me. I gave up, I had to, there was no point. Amidst the chaos around me, I could only think of one person. Dr. Nick, how on Earth would he find me? "Oh, God." Suddenly, a familiar voice shattered the silence. "Jasmin!" it cried out. And once again, he came for me. Tears filled my eyes as I watched him run towards the car. The crusher might finish what's left of me before he even got to me. I shut my eyes close as tears flowed down my eyes. Our love was like Medicine mixed with few drops of Romance...../1/110644/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed84ae570e0588f16ddb88f0e3b9114f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress's choice
For three years, Elena endured a husband who barely acknowledged her, a mother-in-law who treated her like hired help, and a sister-in-law who sneered that she was nothing but a golddigger. All the while, her husband, Damien, pined after his "perfect" ex, like his own wife didn't exist. Until the day Elena had enough. She signed the divorce papers, packed a single bag, and vanished. Damien was certain she'd come crawling back within a week. But the woman they all dismissed? Turns out Elena is a billionaire heiress, the CEO of the very empire Damien has been desperate to partner with and the one now signing his paychecks. Oops. Now Damien is spiraling, realizing too late what he lost. But Elena has choices she never had before. Like her childhood best friend, an NFL star who's been in love with her all along. So who will it be? The ex-husband who finally woke up? The best friend who never left? Or has Elena finally decided she's done with men who don't deserve her?/0/78848/coverorgin.jpg?v=09ace74476a4f747f24628a71c132fdc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage Of Deceit
"Where are we going?" I asked. He didn't answer, he only pulled off his shirt. He loosened his belt, and threw it on the car floor. I panicked seeing that he wasn't himself, I turned to the door trying to open it. But it was locked, I turned around and he was now closer to me. His face facing mine, he dropped his head on my shoulders. "Aurora, can I have you? Trust me I will be gentle." He spoke to me for the first time. The way he said it low, sent a chill down my spine. So Rylan could talk? His voice was deep like an ocean sound. I was scared that I would know his secret now. But why did he keep it a secret from me? It shows he doesn't trust me. But why am I feeling down? Its nothing afterall I will be leaving this marriage soon. I pushed him off but he held my hands placing it on his bare chest. His body was hot and enticing. I couldn't resist it, I played my hands on his bare skin. "Aurora, please let me touch me. I am not feeling good. I'm burning up. I will give you anything you want if you let me." he said in his most soft tone I ever heard from him. I raised my head, locking our gaze, his eyes were soft and pleading like a puppy begging for cuddling from.his owner. He seemed so hungry like a wolf praying before he devoured his food. .................... "Witness to a Murder and turned out to be the Bride of the Killer. Aurora is the adopted daughter of the Grey family who knows nothing about her past or even present. Her forced marriage turns deadly as she recalls the face of the murderer, who turned out to be her supposed Husband. Aurora concocts a desperate plan, to escape the marriage not knowing she was betrothed to him at birth. She falls into a deceitful marriage filled with calculations and lies. Rylan Blackwood- her now husband, the mute grandson and heir to the Blackwood family. He is known to be weak and a deaf and dumb. A man who can't win his mother and is controlled by her fingertips. Can Aurora find her past self? What if this Marriage of Deceit holds the real key to unlock her forgotten past?/0/86635/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6bc25e7e712d80752a292c41ac26550&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winter's Betrayal: A Groom Left Behind
For seven years, I, Liam Davies, built a life loving pop star Serena Vance, accepting her "Winter" persona as a quirky brand, a harmless aesthetic. Then, on our wedding day, a mysterious gift arrived, shattering her public smile and revealing a name: Donovan Thorne. Her face drained, her hands trembled, and as she lifted the lid, a single preserved white rose under glass mocked our seven years with its presence, proving her "Winter" was not a season, but a person-a dead person. She whispered, "I can't do this," and ran, leaving me at the altar, realizing I was just a placeholder for a ghost, a humiliating truth that twisted my stomach. When she tried to buy my silence and cooperation by threatening my sister Chloe' s life-saving medical treatment, a cold, hard resolve set in: she wouldn' t just lose a fiancé, she' d lose everything./0/38941/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9b9fdf796c15f50df4ca56e8621b322&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER
❤️Prologue ❤️ The Prince who is the Prince ? Well that is no other person than Prince Asim Berlin , crowned prince of Alexandria City . 24 years of age 6 ft tall broad and huge , green hazel eyes heart-shaped lips which is full and Pink , carly dark brown hair , intelligent and super smart, in essence a Greek god the only son to King Charon and queens Stella. Xander is every girl's wish even though he has an arrogant behaviour he can't seem to chase them away he sees all women except his mother and fiance as sex toys and a typical play boy and a sex freak he always want everything to go his way no one can refuse his will, well except one crazy girl . The Pauper Who is she? Naunet Domero Naunet Domero , 21 year old, 4 ft tall ,slim and slender ,but with a domineering cleavage full red lips, diamond blue eyes long strawberry blonde hair ,a goddess to be precise and so beautiful. Many times it lead her to trouble ,at 18 she had up to 100 suitors but she rejected all of them this made her parents sad but they couldn't tell her because they were always in support of her decisions all she did was work ,work and work and least I forget sometimes cause trouble more like people always troubled her , especially jealous girls . She had no friends work was more of her best friend but she had to work to feed her parents she never had the opportunity to go to school because of how poor they were she was willing to change that but she had to work she involved herself in every work available she was also a part-time maid at the palace and known for her beauty there as well. During her time at the palace she had never encountered or seen the prince because he was never home so she had no idea what he looked like she also had no phone to browse about him and she also had no time for that . Life wasn't that good but manageable for her until she met with Prince Asim on one of her visit to the palace she had never seen him before so she mistook him for a guard because of how casual he looked, she disrespected him with no idea of his identity and prince Asim was enraged,he vowed to have her for himself like the other ladies but he failed countless times until he took a drastic decision that changed his life forever. Extract from the story ...... "Please I beg you forgive me ,I know I wronged you and I am very sorry" "Keep quiet you are disturbing the neighborhood " "I am sorry please don't take it away from me ,I am a virgin please I want to keep it for my husband please I beg you '' "You want to keep it for your husband,you should be happy I am taking it ,you wouldn't want to give it to your ugly and hideous looking husband ,now keep quiet and stop resisting. He forced her on the bed and tore her dress , removing her bra and undies roughly, pinning her hand on the bed,he cupped her breast in one hand and squeeze it before placing it into his mouth ignoring her endless pleas ,he roughly penetrated into her making her scream, breaking her hymn as blood flowed out . "Noooooooooooooooooooo A huge thunder struck as heavy rain began to fall , lightening strikes so loud ,it shook people out of their sleep. A witch is in distress . . ./0/77226/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e4a3edc136e25773c49639ef1feb91e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying a Charming CEO: From Friendship to Love
She thought they were just best friends-until the charming CEO began looking at her like she was his whole world. Evelyn has always been the girl in the background: sweet, casual, and content with quiet moments. But when the impossibly handsome, wildly successful CEO-starts showing signs of deeper feelings, her simple world turns upside down. From shared laughter to lingering touches, their bond begins to blur. But love isn't so easy when secrets linger, and emotions run deeper than they're ready to admit. As a sunset confession changes everything, Evelyn must face the truth: what if her heart has always belonged to the one man she thought was off limits? Will their friendship survive the leap into love, or will fear of losing each other keep them apart forever?/0/83715/coverorgin.jpg?v=36ad39bee7b7254038749d07744da4fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Taste of Betrayal: The Chef's Sweet Revenge
It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I, a once Michelin-starred chef, had prepared a special dinner, ready to celebrate the life I'd built supporting my ambitious politician wife, Jessica. But then came her call, a clipped, professional voice explaining an "urgent campaign retreat," followed by the devastating discovery of an abortion receipt dated two weeks prior, a decision she made without me. The next day, her Chief of Staff, David, chillingly answered her phone, confirming my worst fears: she wasn't at a retreat; she was with him, comfortably in his hotel room. My heart pounded with a mix of betrayal and raw disbelief – how could she discard our shared future, our dream of a family, and betray our vows so utterly, all while I sacrificed everything for her career? When she finally returned, furious and drenched, she kicked the custom smoker I used for my small catering gigs, sneering at my "hobby" and screaming that I was lazy, ambitionless, and holding her back, pushing me to the brink of a life-changing decision. Her contempt solidified my resolve: she had no idea the "freeloader" she was disdaining was the silent architect of her entire world, and her next move would shatter the illusion she had so carefully constructed./0/84364/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ba0eb1123e9e4274f84cb4ac2d26448&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Grand Theft Fiancée
The day I was supposed to pick up my fully restored vintage Ford Bronco, a symbol of my hard-earned success, I was blindsided. My fiancée, Gabby, whom I trusted implicitly, appeared in a viral TikTok video handing my dream car-a sky-blue masterpiece-to her ex-boyfriend, Wesley, for his 30th birthday, all for online clout. The comments section exploded with praise for her "generosity," while my world tilted. She hadn' t just given away my car; she had stolen a piece of my success and gifted it to another man, publicly humiliating me. It wasn't just the blatant theft and the shocking disrespect; it was the audacious lie, the sheer betrayal in front of the entire internet. How could someone I was about to marry be so public and brazen with her deceit, turning my private milestone into a weapon against me? But instead of despairing, a chilling clarity settled over me. I pulled up the car's title, screenshot the police report I' d just filed for grand theft auto, and commented on her viral video, "Glad you like my Bronco. The Austin PD has been notified... See you soon." The game was on./1/115187/coverorgin.jpg?v=61ed6ee67399704f30d6357209a7ada1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Immaculate Deception - A Mafia Romance
MY LIFE WAS ONE PERFECT LIE. UNTIL THE DON BURST IN AND TORE IT ALL APART. He broke into my clinic late one night and made me his. Nine months later, I'm on the side of the road giving birth-and who do I see stopping to help? The mobster. The monster. The man who made me beg for more-and then left before I ever got his name. He doesn't realize who I am. Where I'm from. What I've done. But I've got secrets that I'll die to keep safe from him. Starting with this: That's our baby in his arms./0/89880/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc6b4dceb482453055611b15be927a2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Heiress to Hellbent
I was the fiancée of Bryant Barnes, the cold heir to a tech empire. Our engagement was a dynastic merger, a picture-perfect lie splashed across magazines. But behind closed doors, our life was a bizarre war fought with money and public humiliation. The war turned brutal when his mistress, Kalia, broke into our home with her friends and had me beaten, stomping on my hand until it broke. I pressed charges, but when Bryant arrived at the police station, he took one look at my bruised face and walked past me to comfort a sobbing Kalia. "Don't make a scene, Charlotte," he said, his voice laced with annoyance. He had them released without a second thought. The final betrayal came when Kalia pulled me into a lake. I can't swim. Bryant dove in, swam right past me to save her, and turned his back as I sank beneath the water, leaving me to die. A stranger pulled me out. In that moment, I finally understood. It wasn't that he was incapable of love; he was just incapable of loving me. For the one he loved, he would destroy anyone. For the one he didn't, he would leave her for dead. The last embers of my foolish love turned to ash. Lying in my hospital bed, I took out my phone and called the one man who had ever shown me kindness. "Jaden," I said, my voice steady. "I'm ready to burn it all to the ground."/0/58084/coverorgin.jpg?v=711997affb540b5e19e8cab854af84d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Son.
Billionaire Oliver proposes a fake marriage to a struggling Sophia, a Gallery owner to support her business, they embark on a journey of pretending to be in love. However, their carefully crafted facade crumbles when Sophia discovers she is pregnant with Oliver's child, threatening to expose their secret arrangement. As they navigate the challenges of their evolving relationship and impending parenthood, they realize that true love cannot be contained by contracts or agreements. Together, they embrace their unexpected family and deepen their bond, proving that sometimes, the most precious treasures in life are the ones hidden in plain sight. "Can they be able to overcome the challenges and embrace their new family?" Tighten your seat belt, let embark on this wonderful journey together./0/20448/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9c8a67d0424d560468301a08e03e992&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romance With Mr Popular
What happens when young Bethel is made to get married to the Country's most popular richest idol? The country's pride? Who's actually a rude, annoying playboy and not ready to stay committed? What about the enemies? His step-brothers? The other female crushes? And his tiny little secret? It's all about Romance, Suspense and betrayal./0/88907/coverorgin.jpg?v=2208f59e69af2f0423336117af80c555&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes of Love, A Fury Rises
My husband, Branson, promised he' d be home. Instead, I walked into our mansion to the sounds of him with another woman in our bedroom. It was the third time. This time, it wasn't just a betrayal; it was a calculated act. Branson, under his grandfather's tyrannical thumb, was using an intern, Chandler, to conceive an heir, even drugging me to facilitate his infidelity. The humiliation deepened as I witnessed his tenderness towards Chandler, a stark contrast to his coldness towards me. He even planned to marry her once she was pregnant. My heart shattered, but a secret hope remained: my son, Leo, hidden from Branson due to his family's genetic curse. I planned to escape with Leo, but Chandler's manipulative schemes led Branson to believe Leo was a foster child. In a fit of rage, searching for Chandler, he brutally beat Leo to death with an iron poker. Leo's death broke me. Branson, still blind to the truth, imprisoned me, and I was violated by his guards. Desperate, I jumped from a cliff, only to be saved by a mysterious man, Kai Noble, who found me amnesiac. Branson, discovering the video of my assault and the truth about Leo, was consumed by guilt. He tried to win me back, but Chandler's taunts restored my memories, fueling an unyielding hatred. With Kai's help, I systematically dismantled Branson's empire, driving him to suicide. In a final, explosive act, Chandler detonated a bomb, killing Branson and severely injuring Kai. My revenge was complete, but the cost was immense. Now, with Kai by my side, I face a future forever marked by the past./0/38293/coverorgin.jpg?v=8cb7c780d0208a067b7edf38d9cb71a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devious President is Obsessed with Me
She held up the handsome face of the man and said indignantly: Gu Mingxuan, you are so shameless! He stared at her with dissatisfaction: It looks like you haven't been satisfied yet, so again! Five years ago, a conspiracy made them meet intimately. Five years later, the two met but did not know each other. She became the mother of two adorable babies. He was the chief executive of the tk multinational group. He was not close to women until she accidentally pressed up him and snatched his first kiss ... He said: Your child sold you and you should stay here to help heal me. She gritted her teeth and cursed these two unscrupulous baddies, staring at him again: what's wrong with you? He smiled wickedly and pushed her down: would you know if you tried it? It is said that the test was successful. The woman really could cure his illness, sweeten and defuse the fire, and since then, the arrogant and dissatisfied president hugged her unconsciously and regarded her as a baby. A woman would fly to the sky If she was too indulgent. She even took her children on a yacht one day and nobody knew where they went .../0/83067/coverorgin.jpg?v=f62294090c998b68a9e484199653fbae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Who Knew My Thoughts
My family's tech company, ChenTech, was bleeding out, and Dad, ever the optimist, clung to an email from Stryker Innovations: an invitation to their "Next Generation Leaders Program." I was supposed to be our savior, a burnt-out junior software developer thrown into the corporate lion's den. I hated it, but Dad's desperate hope was a heavy chain around my neck. The orientation was chillingly efficient. Damien Stryker, the CEO, radiated an unnerving stillness. He immediately dismissed anyone who' d used clichéd motivational posters. My blood ran cold, but my minimalist presentation was safe. Then, a sharp, sarcastic thought cut through my anxiety: What a certifiable lunatic. His gaze snapped up, piercing the room, locking onto me. He knew. Instead of being dismissed, I was "promoted." Mr. Alistair Finch, Stryker' s chief of staff, informed me I was to be Damien's personal project assistant. My days became a bizarre loop of meticulously crafting his Colombian coffee (192 degrees, counter-clockwise stir) and organizing impossibly misfiled archives. Every mental groan, every cynical observation I made, he' d subtly echo or correct with a smirk I could almost feel. It felt less like a job, more like a cruel psychological experiment. How could he know? The mind-reading was infuriating, humiliating. This man, who saw right through my carefully constructed facade, seemed to deliberately play with my thoughts, making me feel like a trapped rat. Was he just an eccentric genius, or something far more sinister? Was I truly losing my mind? But then I started to notice: the companies he acquired often improved, employees thrived. The corporate wolf wasn't quite what he seemed. When his own stepmother, Eleanor, tried to weaponize me for corporate espionage, her veiled threats echoing his mind games, I realized the real danger wasn' t Damien. It was time to stop being a victim in this psychological maze and start fighting back./0/86636/coverorgin.jpg?v=32b61c31188398b55d3b53a8cb97f187&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Erased Song, Her Reborn Voice
The roar of the crowd was a physical force, pressing in on me from all sides, a wave of sound that vibrated up into my bones. I moved my mouth, swayed my body, mimicked the gestures – but it wasn' t my voice pouring from the speakers. It was Scarlett' s, a perfect, studio-polished product of technology and longing. My fiancé, the celebrated producer Liam Stone, had turned me into his ex-pop star. This wasn' t a dazzling comeback, though. Not for me. It was a lie on a colossal scale, a holographic projection of Scarlett overlaid on my body, my voice digitally reshaped into hers. For six months, he' d been systematically erasing me, Ava Green, the indie musician known for raw lyrics and a voice that sometimes broke with emotion. "Keep going," his voice crackled through my in-ear monitor, icy and sharp. "Don't break character. The modulation is perfect." My own pain and defiance surged, a desperate desire to reclaim my sound. When I pushed past the modulation, letting a raw note escape, the hologram flickered violently, and Scarlett' s synthesized voice cracked into static. The crowd gasped. Liam' s face twisted into a snarl. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Ava? Stick to the plan." His anger, cold and calculated, filled me with a sudden, overwhelming nausea – a feeling I' d been ignoring for weeks. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: I was pregnant. Trapped, silenced, and carrying the child of the man actively erasing my identity, I knew one thing: I would not be erased./0/54840/coverorgin.jpg?v=2390e4a81dd56d3ba5c71e599c602e1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/45431/coverorgin.jpg?v=926ec00e57cd54591846b0428846290a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What i never expected
A beautiful yet highly sensitive young woman falls in love with Leonardo, an incredibly promiscuous and dominant college student. He's not only the son of a billionaire who oversees businesses in different countries but also someone who believed he would never fall in love, thinking he had all his emotions under control. However, a girl will sneak into his system and drive him crazy both physically and psychologically. Camila will hesitate to listen to her heart again, especially after having already been disappointed by Leonardo./0/83716/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffab0a24b01fc20f41010a26968a671c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The President's Downfall: A Second Chance at Revenge
The cold gurney, the execution chamber ceiling, then a familiar, hateful face: Kevin, my ex-fiancé, the President. He was there to watch me die, bloodshot eyes, rumpled suit, looking deranged. Treason, they said. A lie so colossal it had already swallowed my father, my sister, my entire family. His whispered words were a final, chilling insult: "I found her, you know. Crystal. She was happy. You took her from me. You murdered the woman I loved." My vision blurred as the lethal cocktail burned, my tongue heavy with the truth I couldn't speak – that I' d saved Crystal, not hidden her for myself. His face, twisted with a grief entirely his own twisted invention, was the last thing I saw before blackness swallowed me. Then, a gasp tore from my lungs, and I was bolt upright in my own silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my Georgetown townhouse. My phone buzzed. Kevin. The date on the screen made my blood run cold: today was the day he was supposed to run off with Crystal Vance. My "first life" had begun its nosedive on this very day. This time, it would be different. This time, I knew the enemy. And this time, I would not be merciful./0/23693/coverorgin.jpg?v=0915ae7e1b77837711ecdcd8d73bad5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
