Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Mistress, The Baby, And The CEO's Wife
I flew from Texas to Boston, a bouquet of yellow roses beside me, ready to surprise Chloe for our fifth anniversary. I imagined her delight, the simple life waiting for us back home. But when I used her spare key and found her in that sterile city apartment, the surprise was all mine. Chloe was heavily pregnant. The roses fell as she confessed: our five years of shared sadness over infertility was a lie. This baby wasn't ours; it was for her ex, Julian, who allegedly had a terminal illness. Then Julian himself walked in, casually possessive, and Chloe defended him, shooing me out of what I thought was our home. My heart didn't just break; it evaporated. A "noble sacrifice"? It felt like a sick joke, a cheap trick to excuse an unthinkable betrayal. Why was he really here, and why did her story about his illness sound so rehearsed? Something snapped. Instead of walking away, I opened my laptop. "Julian Croft Boston." What I found-that he was already married to a powerful heiress, Scarlett Ashworth-Croft-ignited a cold fury. I sent his wife an email. Now, I had a plan./0/90987/coverorgin.jpg?v=dae468ed4496ce0eff5262f99db3958a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Iced Decaf Coffee
My husband was a university professor. On my way to pick him up from work, I felt thirsty and asked him to order me a coffee. When I got it, it was an iced decaf coffee. I didn't take a sip and tossed it into the trash can in his office. "Jared, I want a divorce." He froze, his face full of confusion. "What?" His new doctoral student, Diana Riley, stepped in to smooth things over. "It's just a coffee. If you don't like it, don't drink it. No need to make a big deal, Mrs. Cooper." Jared frowned. "Kathy, if you don't like it, just buy another one. Why throw a fit?" I turned and walked away. "I'll bring you the divorce papers tomorrow."/0/84886/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f681b049102254374a97171b0c2b712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After the Storm
My world collapsed with a single word: Glioblastoma. But before I could even process my own death sentence, I walked in on another: my estranged wife, Chloe, beaming on TV, pregnant with another man' s child. My five-year-old son, Liam, then threw my phone at the wall and declared my rival, Mark, his "Uncle," even proudly showing me a drawing where he' d taken Mark' s last name. I demanded a divorce, only for Chloe to sneer that we were never legally married, just a "convenience," before Liam physically shoved me out of the house I' d built. Standing on the porch, my medical diagnosis now felt secondary. Then, a spider, seemingly dropped by Liam, bit me, paralyzing me with venom. As I struggled to start my car, a black SUV roared to life, slammed into me, and I was left for dead in the mangled wreckage while Chloe and Mark watched, calling off emergency services and mocking my dying pleas. Why were they doing this? Why did my own son hate me so much? Rescued by an unexpected police officer and paramedic, I somehow survived. But this wasn' t just about survival anymore. This was about exposing the monstrous lies and betrayals that had stolen my life and tried to bury me./1/108508/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0c779dd67397c11e33dec91c0b68d6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Second Chance At Love
The passenger window bloomed into a spiderweb of cracks, and one razor-sharp sliver drew a searing, hot line across Amelia Hayes’s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God's sake, I'm in a meeting." A percussive blow, then a wave of encroaching silence. She awoke not on the hard-packed asphalt beside her car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun its slow work of killing her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia's first life. The customary ache that had long occupied the space beneath her ribs did not flare, but rather receded, leaving behind a preternatural stillness—a silence so profound she could count the heavy, deliberate beats of the pulse in her wrist. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan a desperate, unyielding devotion. She had endured his glacial distance, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan's circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. The familiar, constricting tightness that had long defined her chest had vanished. In its place was a peculiar and unnerving lightness, as if some vital, heavy organ had been neatly excised, leaving behind a cavity that no longer knew how to ache. She recalled the final indignity from that first life: a vulgar scene at a gala involving Eleanor’s ashes. Ethan’s palm had struck her shoulder with such force that she stumbled two full steps backward; before her skull met the unyielding wall, she registered the faint, sickening pop of a vertebra in her own neck, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia's head reeled from the impact. That was the final insult. There were no tears, nor any tremor of rage. Her fingertips, which had so often trembled, now rested upon her knees with the weight and stillness of poured lead. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I require you," she stated, her voice a thing of newfound clarity, "to be removed from my life. Permanently." She was reborn to be free./0/81288/coverorgin.jpg?v=d53ec7f2c0aef7b6d178b8a32b19cfb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Second Life, His Last
My sister Eleanor was set to marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful man whose family held immense sway. It was a pre-arranged union, heralded as the cornerstone of a grand alliance between the Harrisons and the Thornes. But my world shattered when I uncovered the horrifying truth: Marcus had orchestrated Eleanor's death, masking it as a "sudden illness." Before I could expose his monstrous secret, a killer's hands clasped my throat. The suffocating scent of expensive oud cologne filled my lungs as my vision faded. My first life ended right there, in my father's study-a place of power that became my tomb. Every attempt to reveal the truth, every desperate plea, was brutally silenced. The injustice was a burning fire within me. How could his heinous crimes go unpunished? The phantom ache of that chokehold, indelibly linked to the memory of that rich, woody scent, fueled an insatiable fury. I died knowing the monster would walk free. But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my room. It was Eleanor's engagement day once more. This wasn't a nightmare; it was a resurrection. This was my second chance. I knew what I had to do: I would marry Marcus Thorne myself, infiltrating his inner circle to save Eleanor and orchestrate his ultimate downfall. This wasn't just survival; it was war./0/82696/coverorgin.jpg?v=6eef00391c2c7774feb61f40629c1e67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The ATM Husband's Reckoning
The key turning in the lock was a sound I hadn't heard in two years, not since my wife Chloe left for her "research fellowship." Suddenly, she was in our kitchen, not alone, but holding two baby carriers. "Ethan," she said, her voice cool, "Meet our children." My jaw dropped, the half-made sandwich forgotten – children? We explicitly agreed to be child-free due to her crippling anxiety about pregnancy. Then she announced, with chilling casualness, "They're biologically mine and Liam's." Liam, her high school sweetheart, the one she told me was dying of a rare cancer, the reason she needed the "fellowship" to be near him – or so she claimed. A sickening dread coiled in my stomach as her demand to become a stay-at-home dad solidified the nightmare. Later, hidden men's designer underwear and used condoms in her suitcase screamed "no physical intimacy," while a tax bill proved our co-owned cabin was now solely Liam's. Eight years of sacrificing my dreams for her anxieties, now revealed as a meticulously planned deception, a cruel, bitter joke. The final blow came when I found Chloe laughing, openly intimate with a perfectly healthy Liam, mocking me, the "chump" and "ATM," at a local restaurant. My world shattered, filled with a cold fury I' d never known. "No, Chloe," I stated, the first time in years I' d defied her, as she demanded I rescue her family yet again. I handed her the divorce papers; the Berlin job offer, long-deferred, was calling my name, and this time, I would answer. She slapped me, screamed accusations, her mother joined in, but their venom had no power over my newfound resolve. I called Professor Albright, securing my escape: "Is that job offer in Berlin still a possibility?" "Soon," I promised, booking a one-way ticket, ready to leave the toxic wasteland behind forever./0/85199/coverorgin.jpg?v=5feeaf0b9f22d19774d4a86d41f18523&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cheating Husband’s Painful Secret
The harsh, sterile light of the emergency room usually brought me a sense of purpose. But tonight, it felt like a spotlight on my humiliation. There, on a gurney, was my husband, Liam, clutching his groin, his face pale and contorted, his designer jeans cut away by paramedics. Next to him, a young woman in a crop top, mascara streaked, held his hand, whining about him collapsing. Then I saw it on his chart: Priapism. A prolonged, painful erection. A side effect of recreational drugs. On our tenth wedding anniversary. "I\'m his wife," I finally managed, the words tasting like acid. Her jaw dropped. "His wife? But he told me he was divorced! He said I was his girlfriend." The air left my lungs. My colleagues watched as Dr. Evelyn Reed, brilliant cardiac surgeon, couldn\'t even hold her own marriage together. Relief curdled into rage as Liam avoided my gaze. He looked weak, pathetic. "No, Dr. Chen," I said, my voice cold and clear. "I\'ll handle it. He\'s my patient now." I stripped off my wedding ring, dropping it onto the gurney next to his hand. "We\'re done, Liam. Consider this my anniversary gift to you." The memory of him whispering promises of forever, of honesty, of a partnership built on respect, now felt like a cruel lie. This wasn't just betrayal. He had faked a vasectomy years ago, after our miscarriage, telling me he only needed me, while planning this separate life. The depth of his deceit made me physically sick. A Code Blue saved me from that moment, calling me to save a life. But I promised myself, after I saved my patient, I would return and systematically destroy Liam\'s. I wouldn't look back./0/20747/coverorgin.jpg?v=f120dfe54210898ae870c1fca3bda3dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Unscripted: My Own Story
My life with Jake was supposed to be a rom-com: I, the supportive girlfriend, he, the brooding game developer destined for greatness. But our apartment was a toxic mess of his empty energy drinks and my growing resentment, as the rent-paying backbone of his "genius." Strange, unsolicited “viewer comments” glowed in the air around me, always excusing his messes, validating his outbursts, and telling me how to be the "perfect" partner. They echoed in my ears the night Jake threw a tantrum over a hot dog, shattering our matching mugs and leaving me cut and bleeding, while the comments screamed that he was just "hangry" and "passionate." After Jake publicly flaunted his "support crew" and I lost my major freelance job due to the "difficult" reputation he manufactured, I was drowning in a narrative everyone else seemed to believe. Why was my life so chaotic, and why did everyone, even my own parents, act like I was the problem? Fleeing in despair, I stumbled upon a shocking truth: My entire life, every argument, every emotional manipulation, was a meticulously crafted "script" by a "Relationship Architect" named Mark Taylor, designed to make me the perfect, submissive character in Jake's "hero's journey."/0/24658/coverorgin.jpg?v=14286c683b8a06994bd14d13d10b0ded&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Scars
Yelena: Scarred, Haunted by her nightmares, and completely alone. Domenico: Powerful, Boss of the underworld, and Possessive of one person. They met back in high school and almost fell in love when Yelena was betrayed by Dom so she ran away for two years. Dom didn't stop looking for her until he found her and he discovered a way to keep her his forever, he asked his father to make an arranged marriage between their families to avoid wars and blood. "I was wondering when you'd show up." pausing for a second to turn around she continued "Dom." "Hello, Sweetheart."/0/18557/coverorgin.jpg?v=a71ee143d837fdc29cb834bb9f44af2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Be Your One And Only
The day Irene was dumbed by her boyfriend was the same day that she got engaged. Drunk in sadness and alcohol, Irene found herself answering a tipsy "yes" to Aaron's invitation to marry. By the time she sobered up, she found herself whisked in a marriage with a man she barely knew. At first, each day felt like a honeymoon until, slowly, Aaron unveils his true identity./0/98027/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2d781c39ab8219b8e33449bd839444a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Best Friend's Wife
Lita Martinez has spent her life running from hunger, from heartbreak, from the memory of the girl who once shared stale bread under a streetlight with a boy who swore he'd never let her starve. Now, ten years later, she's marrying wealth instead of love. Marcus Thorne, her billionaire boss turned fiancé, offers safety, status, and escape from everything she once feared. But safety has a price. Damian, the best friend she left behind, is the echo she can't silence. On the morning of her wedding, their forbidden night still burns. And when secrets surface, blackmail, blood, and a past Marcus tried to bury, Lita's carefully constructed future begins to fracture. The truth changes everything: Marcus's hidden crime, Damian's unhealed wounds, and the devastating realization that the man who promised her security once destroyed her family. In a world where survival demands impossible choices, Lita must decide whether accountability can exist without forgiveness and whether love can survive the truth. Her Best Friend's Wife is a story of ambition, guilt, and the brutal cost of choosing honesty over safety./0/84417/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d2d63fa9b9ec0d729fdb876138915c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, The Butcher
I knelt on one knee, velvet box in hand, ready to propose to the woman I loved, a rising star in the theater world. But instead of a yes, her cold voice cut through the silence: "I'm in love with someone else." Instantly, her aunt, Nicole Johns, stepped from the wings, claiming she'd harbored a crush on me for years, and married me within a month. Five years later, severely burned in a pyrotechnics "accident," I overheard Nicole, my wife, discussing my fate with the doctor. She ordered my healthy skin be given to her lover, the very man my ex-fiancée left me for, Matthew Blakely, for a cosmetic procedure. "For Ethan," she hissed, "use the experimental synthetic skin. It's cheaper." Then, unbelievably, she tried to have me sterilized while I was unconscious, revealing she'd aborted our children because they were an "inconvenient" distraction from her affair with Matthew. The "accident" and their fabricated story of my jealousy were all a setup. I later learned the deepest horror: she had staged Matthew's "attack" to steal my kidney, which he openly gloated about right after receiving it. They had a secret, sinister plan for my body. My world shattered beyond repair. I finally called my family' s ranch in Texas, ready to fight for my life./0/86920/coverorgin.jpg?v=0324110e0098561841155208c98a55c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, My Best Friend, Their Deceit
My best friend Kevin invited me to his dad' s 60th birthday, a big celebration because his dad had terminal cancer. My wife, Olivia, couldn't make it; she was on a two-week work trip in Europe, a crucial conference for her career. But when I arrived at the party, I saw Olivia, kneeling before Mr. and Mrs. Miller, performing a "daughter-in-law tea" ceremony, dressed in a way I' d never seen. Then I heard Kevin' s relative say, "Kevin is so lucky. His fiancée is just wonderful." Fiancée. The word crushed me. Olivia' s practiced smile froze when she saw me. She pulled me aside, whispering, "Ethan, what are you doing here? It's not what you think." Kevin then appeared, claiming it was a "little white lie" for his dying father, wanting to see him settled. Olivia eagerly agreed, pleading with me to keep quiet, "just for today." They stood there, my wife and my best friend, united in their deceit, asking me to participate in my own humiliation. A cold clarity washed over me. "For your dad's dying wish? Does his dying wish also include a grandchild to complete the 'four-generation' picture? Are you pregnant, too?" The air turned to ice. Olivia recoiled, then feigned outrage, calling me "cruel." Her gaslighting was instant. Later that night, I went home to retrieve belongings and found them passionately kissing on my couch. "It's... it's not what it looks like!" she gasped, but I pulled out my phone, recording, "Save it for the judge. I want a divorce. And I'm keeping the dog."/0/91926/coverorgin.jpg?v=721fd651413b05ec1fc31cef3e9a8228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cost of Betrayal
Seven years ago, Rhett's company was on the brink of bankruptcy. It was Lorna, the wealthy heiress, who offered her steadfast support, allowing Rhett's company to narrowly escape disaster. Afterward, Rhett and Lorna tied the knot and embraced wedded bliss. Yet, on their wedding night, Rhett unexpectedly revealed an unexpected contract.../0/96932/coverorgin.jpg?v=1324b912b66c1c0022dfa035151230e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress's Reckoning: Ten Years Lies
The man who once took a bullet for me stood in our living room, demanding I apologize to his pregnant mistress. He was the broke kid I'd made into a CEO, the foundation of my world. Now, that foundation was a sinkhole. But the real betrayal came from his mistress's lips. She whispered that Jacob had orchestrated the car accident that caused my miscarriage years ago, claiming he never wanted a child with a "cold, barren bitch" like me. He tried to move her into my house, painting me as the villain in our story. He paraded their love for the world to see, buying her islands and diamonds while I was cast aside as the city's ice queen. The love I had for him, built on what I thought was shared grief over our lost son, turned to ash. It was all a lie. Ten years of my life, a carefully staged play he directed. But he forgot who I am. At a grand gala meant to celebrate his new life, I crashed the party. With the evidence in hand and my allies at my side, I was ready to burn his empire to the ground and make him pay for every single lie./0/46090/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b97327bad9e290ca30d1a2b70b343d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN LOVE LAST A LIFETIME
Xefora's lead vocalist, Felix met a girl named Iris. Throughout their relationship, what will happen if he chose his childhood dream and went abroad? What will happen to Iris? and what will happen if he had no idea the baby that comes into his office for a check-up is his child? and Max, iris' bestfriend, what will happen if he and Lance met again? what if an author crosses paths with her totga? and Isla, iris' cousin, what if a doctor falls in love with a girl with a short life span? Follow the whirlwind romance of the characters./0/50001/coverorgin.jpg?v=5594f1b524a86e03cc8d7b3929e1e8dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For My Baby's Nanny
BLURB : He did not only loose his wife but also buried his feelings along with her. He lived his whole life in guilt for what happened and loving his daughter, the only thing left behind by his late wife. Falling in love was ruled out of his entire life but not untill he met the petite nanny, Ashley who ended up crushing down his hard walls. She became his addictions and he swore never to let her go even if it involves using his daughter as a bait. Ashley is a common girl who wants nothing more than surviving and living her ordinary life however fate had another plan for her. She found herself entangled in the lives of a rude and arrogant billionaire and his innocent daughter. It was indeed an entanglement because she had no way out./0/82540/coverorgin.jpg?v=474222325f0fe73c937ea437d870f02a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancée and My Betrayal
Sarah Miles, a passionate journalist, was just days away from her dream: a prestigious UN Human Rights Correspondent Fellowship in war-torn Lendu and a wedding to her devoted fiancé, Ethan. Her life, meticulously built, felt like it was finally ascending. Then, a sudden, insidious message shattered everything. Anonymous photos and videos flooded her phone, revealing Ethan, naked, with Chloe Hayes – Sarah' s own half-sister. The man who had relentlessly pursued and championed her ambitions was a brutal liar, caught in a sickening affair. His desperate excuses and attempts to manipulate the situation only deepened the agonizing wound. Adding insult to unspeakable injury, Chloe' s chillingly cruel taunts made it clear this wasn't mere infidelity; it was a calculated act of destruction. How could the man she loved betray her with her own family? Why would Chloe, whom she was just beginning to connect with, orchestrate such pain? The sheer audacity and inexplicable malice left Sarah reeling, grappling with a profound sense of injustice and a world turned utterly upside down. With her meticulously planned future in ashes and her heart irrevocably broken, Sarah made a defiant choice. The fellowship in Lendu transformed from a career ambition into a desperate, immediate escape. She systematically dismantled her entire life, prepared to plunge into the chaos of a war zone, determined to find a future free from her shattered past, even if it meant confronting unthinkable dangers alone./0/45308/coverorgin.jpg?v=baee1fb0b4e16084a02dcb58a9c62b13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
