Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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No Turning Back, Ethan
The scent of lemon cleaner usually filled our home, a fresh reminder of the life my husband Ethan and I built. But returning from my architecture conference, I was hit by Chloe' s cloying perfume, a scent that tasted like a premonition. I found my best friend Chloe on my sofa, eyes red, trembling as she confessed: "I slept with Ethan… on your wedding night. And Ava… I' m pregnant." Then came the weapon-a positive pregnancy test and a deepfake video, my face superimposed on hers, titled "homewrecker" by an online mob. My world shattered as Ethan walked in, rushing to Chloe, shielding her with promises of protection, his eyes cold when they met mine. He chose her, the baby that wasn' t mine, and watched as a rock shattered our window, screams of "homewrecker" filling the air. I ran, but they caught me, fists and feet raining down, Ethan' s voice shouting Chloe' s name, not mine, as I blacked out. Waking in a hospital, bruised and broken, I instinctively went home, only to find Ethan feeding Chloe grapes, treating her like royalty. He dismissed my injuries, stating coolly, "You' re a private person, you can recover. Chloe' s reputation was on the line; this would have destroyed her." The man I loved saw me as a calculable loss, my safety less valuable than an influencer' s social media career. The audacity of his request that I accept his pregnant mistress into our home for the "baby' s sake" made my blood run cold. He even used the unborn child as a weapon against me, threatening my guilt if anything happened to it. But the anger, the ultimate betrayal, ignited something in me, a cold, clear certainty. I zipped my suitcase shut, the sound a definitive end. "Get out of my way, Ethan," I demanded, no longer pleading, no longer afraid. He stood stunned, his manipulation failing. "I' m leaving this house. And I am never, ever coming back."/0/80029/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b6d628a17c16ffe688c2e2d1cd19030&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Necklace I Designed, His Mistress Wore
Days from launching my passion project, "Ephemeral Echoes," I was a rising game developer, engaged to Ethan, NexusCorp's CEO. Our publicly perfect life was a tech-world fairytale, built on what I believed was unwavering trust and shared dreams. Then came the chat log: Ethan's explicit DMs with Chloe Davis, an intern. Intimate photos from his penthouse. The real gut punch: Chloe had access to *my* early game concepts, the raw soul of "Ephemeral Echoes." He hadn't just betrayed my heart; he'd stolen my very creative identity. A chilling descent followed. Chloe's taunting DMs, featuring photos of Ethan, and his family's champagne toasts to her "pregnancy"—accessorized with *my* custom-designed necklace. Ethan, my rock, publicly abandoned me for her, dismissing my agony as mere "pre-launch jitters." His gaslighting amplified my humiliation. My entire life, meticulously crafted, crumbled into a grotesque, public charade, a lie I could no longer ignore. How could the man I loved systemically erase me, all while the world applauded our 'perfect' fairytale? The betrayal was suffocating. But I wouldn't be his victim. My global, live-streamed game launch would become my stage, not for triumph, but for definitive escape. Ava Miller would die that night in a meticulously orchestrated "accident," reborn as Grace Porter, leaving him to face the shattered code of his own making./0/42797/coverorgin.jpg?v=3027b97721acdbc946612f145d465124&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Back To December (Love Symphony Series #1)
Tiffany Salazar has witnessed how her once-perfect family turned into a broken one. That’s why she did everything she could to make sure that her relationship with her boyfriend, Travis Jason Vernon, would not share the same fate as what happened to her parents. But as the years passed by, the realization hit her. In order to be with the man that she truly loves and maintain the stability of their relationship, she had to give up one thing that she ever wanted: Freedom. Wherein no one will have full control of her life. To the point that she doesn’t even know her true self anymore. That’s why, no matter how much she wants to protect the love that they have, in the end, she chooses to protect herself first. And it will only happen if she breaks up with Travis. So she did. As she finally goes on with her life, she notices that something is still missing. That the freedom she wants never gave her happiness and contentment. Much to her regret, it only became the reason for her to lose her first and true love. Determined to win Travis back, will she be able to correct the mistake she made and restart everything from that Christmas night? Or will she end up drowning herself in regrets and embracing her chosen freedom?/0/31690/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0eb367190080efd8ec1388379cbdb75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous: Don't Mess With The Domineering Boss
She fell into her sister's trap and had a one night stand that left her pregnant. Four years later, when she returned with her kid, a charming but bossy gentleman entered her life. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she found him familiar, but couldn't figure out why until she saw her son stand next to that man.../0/81437/coverorgin.jpg?v=70643ccd9aae9fe148468c8eb3be5dc7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Unyielding Return
My name is Sarah Miller, and I gave up everything for the man I loved. When a scandal threatened my fiancé Ethan Vance's political ambitions, I sacrificed my family's ancestral land and treasured heirloom locket to the ruthless Arthur Sterling, clearing Ethan's massive debt. I then endured brutal months in Sterling's notorious sweatshop, working until my body broke, leaving me with a permanent limp and a jagged scar. But the day Ethan won his election, the news crushed me: he was engaged to Tori Sterling, Arthur Sterling's cruel daughter. I limped to his victory celebration, desperate for his promised future, only for him to look me dead in the eyes and publicly declare, "I don't know you." Tori sneered, branding me a "delusional ex," and amid their mocking laughter, Ethan had Sterling's enforcers banish me from town. How could the man I crippled myself for betray me so utterly, abandoning me for the very family who orchestrated my ruin? Cast out, every sacrifice seemingly for nothing, a searing injustice ignited a desperate fire within me. Limping away from everything I knew, I set my sights on whispered legends of a hidden community, The Hollow. I would seek refuge there, not to hide, but to forge a new destiny and, one day, demand the fierce justice I deserved./0/86756/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ce7956cc1bee894b8802a959d0ad2d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pawn to CEO Queen
The phone rang, splitting the quiet of my father's funeral home. It was Mark, my boyfriend of three years, who was supposed to be here holding my hand. "Ava," he rushed, "I can't make it. Chloe's having another panic attack." The air in my lungs turned to ice. Chloe Davis, a friend of a friend, always "fragile," always needing Mark. My voice broke as I whispered, "Mark, I have no one right now but you." He called me strong, an excuse to abandon me at my weakest. Later that night, he finally came home, exhausted from comforting Chloe. He looked at me with cold eyes. "About the house your father left you... Chloe's landlord is kicking her out." He suggested I sign my father's house, the only thing I had left, over to her. A hollow ache fractured into cruel betrayal. He wasn't just abandoning me; he was trying to erase me. I stood there, speechless, the System's quiet hum in my mind confirming my utter heartbreak. "I'm done," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "I want a divorce." He scoffed, stepping aside as my mother stormed in, slapping me and accusing me of being selfish, jealous of "poor Chloe." Then, Chloe walked in, clinging to Mark, whispering apologies, playing the blameless victim. My mother cooed over her, bringing her tea on my couch. The life I built was stripped away, piece by piece, handed to her. I was the villain. Days later, I saw them through the office glass: Mark, his hands on Chloe's shoulders, telling everyone how "natural" she was at my job, even offering her my share of the company. A wave of nausea hit me. He was giving away my life. Then, Chloe fell to her knees, sobbing, "If I don't complete the quest, my System will execute me!" My blood ran cold. My entire life, my heartbreak, was just a game, and I was the final boss. Mark knew. He watched me grieve, he watched me break, and he enjoyed it. The pain ripped through my chest. "Goodbye, Mark." And then, everything went dark. Five years later, I'm CEO of my own firm, thriving, with Zephyr, my System, now a human companion. He tells me Mark has spent years torturing Chloe, trying to cross dimensions to find me. I see Mark, gaunt and manic, screaming at a chained Chloe, desperate to reach me. "Mark," I say, my disembodied voice echoing. "It's over." But he tries to force a gateway. Zephyr appears, stopping him, a deep, resonant voice proclaiming, "I'm the one who always chose her." He turns to me, his eyes filled with unwavering affection. "I love you, Ava Miller. I always have." And as he leans in to kiss me, I know I'm home./0/84566/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6dc7a92d21512153cc35bd135530168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Architect of Her Own Life
My hands methodically folded a sweater, placing it into an open suitcase on the bed, sharp creases betraying the inner turmoil I tried to hide. Outside, New York City glittered, oblivious, my life' s soundtrack of distant sirens and traffic hum now signaling its end. An email confirmed it: one-way ticket, New York to Rome. Then the elevator dinged. He was home, and he wasn' t alone. Liam O' Connell, my partner of eight years for whom I' d put my own promising career on hold, walked in with his protégé, Chloe Davis, draped over his arm, their laughter about a private joke stopping short at the sight of my packed bags. Chloe' s sharp eyes surveyed the scene, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips before she feigned concern, asking if I was redecorating. Liam' s charming smile faltered, replaced by annoyance, and he accused me of being dramatic, as if my leaving was just a tantrum. I had built his tech empire with my architectural eye, crafted presentations that won investors, only for him to shatter our partnership and give me a front-row seat to his betrayal. The man who once promised me everything on a Brooklyn fire escape, now stood before me, offering a new car key-a desperate, material bribe-for the wound that cut straight to my soul. He fundamentally misunderstood; he thought my love was a negotiation, a problem to be managed. "You were sleeping with your protégé, Liam," I stated, my voice steady, cutting through his classic, cowardly excuse that "it just happened." He dismissed eight years of my life, of my love, as meaningless, claiming Chloe was young, confused, and looked up to him. But I saw his profound, unshakable disrespect. I had given him everything, only to be replaced by a newer, shinier model, a cruel commodity in his world. "No, it' s not complicated," I said, ringing with clarity. "You made a choice. And now, I' m making mine." As the car sped towards the airport, I pulled out my phone and turned it off, leaving him on the sidewalk with his useless car key. This wasn' t an escape; it was a homecoming. I was flying towards a future I would build for myself, free from a man who knew the price of everything and the value of nothing./0/92075/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b7435d7f5d413b5c9b57e86ae6e0b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Bride, Found Love
On my wedding day, my family fussed over my "delicate nerves" while my fiancé, Mark, told me my only job was to look beautiful. For years, they'd treated me like a fragile doll, a problem to be managed. An hour before I was meant to walk down the aisle, I overheard them on a forgotten baby monitor. They were discussing the sedative they planned to slip into my champagne. The goal wasn't just to calm my "hysterics." It was to get me through the ceremony before sending me to bed, "overcome with emotion." The moment I was gone, they planned to switch my wedding decor for a hidden "Happy Birthday" banner and turn my reception into a lavish party for my nephew. My entire life was just an inconvenient opening act for a celebration I wasn't invited to. They had always called me paranoid for feeling invisible. Now I knew the horrifying truth: they weren't just ignoring me, they were actively plotting to erase me from my own life. But my late grandmother had left me one last gift: an escape hatch. A business card for a man named Julian Thorne, with the words "Unconventional Solutions" printed beneath his name. I smashed a crystal vase, fled the five-star suite in my bare feet and a silk robe, and walked away from my life, leaving them to clean up the mess. My only destination was the address on that card./0/84879/coverorgin.jpg?v=22bed9257c3102fe4cf63776f943fb68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Love Resurfaces
Three years. That' s how long it had been since Ethan Hayes, the supposed love of my life, exiled me from the city, effectively erasing me from existence. I returned, a ghost of my former self, a shell hardened by indifference, only to witness the shocking news that Dr. Ben Carter – a name that inexplicably shattered my carefully constructed apathy – was declared brain dead. A primal scream tore from my throat, raw and agonizing, revealing a depth of grief for a virtual stranger that confused everyone, even myself. The whispers followed me: Sarah Miller, still obsessed, still pathetic. Why did this man' s death reduce me to a hysterical mess? Why did my body ache with a sorrow I couldn' t place, for a memory that simply wasn' t there? The answer lay buried, snatched from me by those who claimed to protect me: Ethan, my parents, and the sinister clinic abroad that had scrambled my mind. I knew then, with chilling clarity, that I had to unearth the truth about Ben Carter, no matter what it cost./0/81281/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9afb6208550735b301294c3fab06ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen of Alaska: His Final Regret
My life as a senator's daughter, filled with Hamptons summers and a proposal from my childhood sweetheart, Ethan, was shattered. Facing financial and political ruin, my father forced me into an arranged marriage with rugged Alaskan oil magnate, Marcus Thorne. Ethan, my supposed soulmate, dismissed my family's crisis, prioritizing his "fragile" confidante, Clara Vance, even suggesting a "nominal marriage" to her while I faced an abyss. Heartbroken, I fled to Alaska. But even there, betrayal followed. During an assassination attempt, my new fiancé, Marcus, chose to save his assistant, leaving me critically wounded and abandoned. Why was I always the one sacrificed? Why did every man choose someone else over me, even when my life was on the line? Saved from near-death by a loyal servant, I rose from the ashes, my heart cold but clear. So when a gaunt, desperate Ethan crashed my Alaskan wedding, begging for me back, I faced him. In front of everyone, I exposed his weakness and narcissism, severing ties to the past. From that moment, I embraced my true power, transforming into the formidable Queen of Alaska, where unexpected strength and a different kind of loyalty awaited./0/22930/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e8833cdf0ce84900fc49e8e5a19d944&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Amidst Chaos
Rebecca Rose Thompson, a 23 year old kindergarten teacher is in love with her best friend Nate Wilson for years. They have know each other forever and have never crossed the line. What happens when Nate suddenly finds her attractive after all these years? Meet, Xavier Phillips, a single parent with a 5 year old kid. What happens when he gets in-between this weird equation? Stuck amidst chaos and confusions, Will she get her happily ever after? And If she does, with whom? Join Becca, in her rollercoaster of emotions!/0/83784/coverorgin.jpg?v=73d898c8a35a81464bddc83518847df3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Melody of Lies
My hand, the one that made my living as a guitarist, was on fire. A viral TMZ video showed my wife, Chloe, pressed against the ridiculously popular Caleb Hayes, the pop-country star she managed. They looked close. Too close. My world ended that night when Caleb' s fans threw acid at me because of the supposed affair, scarring my face and destroying my hand. Chloe tossed her keys, reeking of expensive perfume and his cheap cologne. "It was a publicity stunt, Ryan." Then she asked me, the man whose career she' d just ruined, to write a love song for Caleb. About them. I did it, pouring all my heartbreak into every note, only to walk into her office and find her in the arms of our label head, Marcus Vance, a man known for his predatory reputation. He mocked me, calling himself her "patron." My wife, the woman I loved, had cheated on me, scorned me, ruined me. Then came the car crash. The hospital. The miscarriage. And Marcus Vance, standing over Chloe's bed, claiming their child. I was just the irrelevant husband, mocked by the world. But Chloe' s strained accusation- "What about the evidence on my office computer?"-was no accusation at all. It was a message. My wife, the woman who seemed to revel in my pain, was sending me a clue. Why would she do that? Why would the woman who claimed my musical talent was worthless risk everything to hint at secret evidence? What did I not know about Chloe' s life, about her true motives, about this monstrous man Marcus Vance, that would lead her to such a desperate, cryptic plea? I drove like a madman to her office, my heart pounding with a desperate, new kind of hope. I had to know the truth. I had to find what she was hiding. And I knew, deep down, that finding it would change everything./0/91293/coverorgin.jpg?v=feb84ba61d104f6f31733a2d47271003&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Rival to Sister-in-law
Josie Watson asked for a divorce for the ninety-ninth time, but Laurence Andrews took a call from his first love and told her to get out of the car. "Go home and think it over. I hope this is the last time you make a fuss," he said. For Rosalie Harris, he abandoned Josie repeatedly, humiliating her. Laurence believed Josie couldn't survive without him. He didn't know Rosalie's brother was secretly encouraging Josie to divorce and leave the country./0/56564/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bc2e19ed9dd5bd46075e22fc20dab23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bride Behind The Mask(Edited Version)
Frederick Winston wakes up in a messy room with a woman after a night of heavy drinking. Realizing the events of the previous night were real, he notices red stains on the bedsheet and discovers that the woman was a virgin. Despite a brief desire to see her face, Frederick decides to leave, but a necklace falls off the woman and gets caught on his suit. While on his way to work, Frederick recalls the sweet scent from the night before, which surprises him since he lost his sense of smell three years ago. His assistant, Chuck, informs him of a resident causing issues on Cedarbrook Street, and Frederick decides to handle the matter personally. As Frederick is on his way, he finds the dropped pendant with a stunning sapphire, realizing it might belong to the woman he spent the night with. Intrigued and determined to find her, he instructs Chuck to track down someone based on the information about the Regal Haven Hotel between 11 PM and 10 AM. Frederick reminisces about a little girl who had saved him fifteen years ago and gave him a necklace, promising to marry him in the future. He is now driven to find her, despite being the successful CEO of the Winston Group. The story ends with Frederick's determination to fulfill the promise made to the little girl.../0/82689/coverorgin.jpg?v=4348238fef6a8eefc8fb101c4b233fdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fired & Betrayed: Her Billion-Dollar Comeback
Sarah Miller believed her life was perfectly on track: a thriving career as a marketing associate, a loving fiancé, Mark, and a dream engagement vacation to Napa Valley just days away. But her world abruptly shattered with a discreet email about company restructuring, quickly followed by the brutal news that her position had been eliminated without warning. Then, her fiancé, Mark, dropped an even more devastating bombshell: the company's ruthless CEO, Victoria, was pregnant with his child, and he chillingly admitted he had personally arranged Sarah's layoff, shamelessly calling it "strategic" and "for their shared future." Reeling from this double betrayal, Sarah found herself not just fired, but publicly humiliated by Victoria in her own home, with Mark betraying his true, mercenary nature and choosing his mistress over her. The ultimate insult came when she found the cheating pair flaunting their affair at the very Napa resort meant for her engagement, only for Victoria to then stage a public ambush, falsely accusing Sarah of corporate espionage and pursuing Mark. How could the man she loved so cruelly scheme against her, destroy her career, and then, with twisted logic, claim it all "to protect her," utterly oblivious to her own true, powerful identity as the secret heiress to a multi-billion dollar empire? The bitter irony of his "sacrifices" festered, fueling a quiet rage. But as Victoria prepared for her final, public mockery, she had no idea the "broke nobody" she was attempting to shame was about to unleash a truth bomb that would not only reclaim her stolen dignity but spectacularly dismantle their entire corrupt kingdom./0/25746/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd17027d79a4e8c1c30642d8bd9562b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love at First Kiss
Aya is a simple girl and hardworking student. Even though her family is poor, she is full of dreams to lift her family out of poverty. On the very first day of Aya's class, something unexpected happened to her and that changed her destiny in an instant. She bumped into the most handsome student – Hiro Chan in their school. And as they fell on the grass, their lips kissed. Since then, Aya's life has changed. She used to be quiet and concentrate on her studies, but now Hiro keeps messing up her mind and her heart. Every time their eyes meet, there is some kind of spark that pulls the two of them to get closer. Like a rainbow that is colorful and beautiful to look at, that's how Aya felt when she was with Hiro. They eventually fell in love with each other. Beautiful as the love rainbow was, it also disappeared in the sky. A motorbike accident took away all the happy days she and Hiro had. Aya's world has become dark and lost its color. Everyone blamed her for what happened to Hiro and it also caused their separation. Those beautiful memories were replaced by heartaches and sadness. It is undeniable that our mind forgets but the heart will never forget! Will they lose each other and never cross paths again? Or will the destiny bring them together and allow them to regain their former love? Let's start the journey and find out more!/0/65481/coverorgin.jpg?v=64241614f04483142c0a4ba80332bec2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ROYAL SECRET
Deep within the walls of the palace lies a forbidden romance that threatens to unravel the kingdom's longstanding traditions. Prince Alexander has spent his life living in the spotlight, but when he meets Clara, the spirited and determined housekeeper, he finds himself falling head over heels for the first time. As their forbidden love blossoms, they must navigate the complex politics of the royal court while keeping their relationship a secret. But with a growing threat to the kingdom's stability, can their love survive the challenges ahead?/0/86600/coverorgin.jpg?v=675b61baf52ed3dd24d8f74a52680b0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Twisted Love, My Gilded Pain
My mother married Mr. Hayes when I was seven, thrusting me into a glittering mansion that quickly became a gilded cage. From day one, Alex, Mr. Hayes's son, started a campaign of torment, seemingly blaming me for his mother' s death. Then, my world shattered. My mother, caught having an affair, was brutally disfigured and cast out, forcing me, a child, to become her sole caretaker in squalid poverty. Alex' s revenge escalated from mind games to direct attacks, turning school into a hell of bullying and rumors, pushing me to the brink of collapse. Just as I clung to a scholarship as my only escape, Alex' s cousin, Tiffany, appeared on campus, her face a scarred mirror of my mother' s fate, spreading malicious lies that threatened to destroy my future before it began. Alex, now a man of terrifying power, loomed over me, making it clear there was no escape from his reach. Desperate, I stepped into his world, trading my dignity for a chance at freedom. The ultimate betrayal came when I discovered his meticulously orchestrated torment was intricately linked to his mother' s tragic death, and that he had ensnared me in a twisted recreation of her fate. The revelation was horrifying, a culmination of years of calculated cruelty designed to break me entirely. Yet, a shocking truth emerged: my mother' s final, desperate act of love, selling herself to human traffickers to provide for me, cracked open a window to Alex' s own traumatic past. Finally understanding the deep, shared wounds that bound us, I resolved to sever all ties, choosing freedom over eternal hatred./0/18550/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc587b86f9225c6b7e55f7d647c17d2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Wrapped In Lies
Michelle had never expected that such a drama scene would happen to her --- her boyfriend married her best friend, and she found out their betrayal on their wedding days. When she left the ceremony, she fell down before his rushing car. “If I hadn't stepped on the brakes in time, you would have died!" Scott thought this strange girl did so for blackmail. To save trouble, he threw her a huge wad of cash. "I don't care about your stinking money!" Hearing that, he turned around and was greeted with a mesmerizing face. That moment, he knew that this girl was his destiny./0/42172/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d6b30d84f75371de9e51d8549d33f4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
