Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Her Violin, His Vengeance
Annabelle Owen, a violin prodigy, found her world in Jack Hyde, a tech billionaire who promised her everything. He shielded her, showered her with gifts, and became her entire universe. But then, his half-sister, Everly, moved in, and everything changed. Everly, a manipulative whisper in Jack's ear, slowly poisoned their relationship, turning him against Annabelle. Annabelle, pregnant with their child, discovered Jack's betrayal on their anniversary. He chose Everly, humiliating Annabelle, forcing her to change her dress because it "upset" Everly. He then denied her pregnancy, forced her to donate blood to Everly, and later, in a fit of rage, beat her, causing her to lose their baby. Jack, blinded by Everly's lies, believed Annabelle had cheated. He tortured and humiliated Annabelle, stripping her of everything he had given her, even her grandfather's violin, which Everly deliberately destroyed. Annabelle, broken and desperate, faked her own death by walking into a fire, hoping to escape the nightmare. Jack, consumed by grief and rage, was manipulated by Everly into believing Annabelle was a cheating liar. He sought brutal revenge on Everly, but the truth about Annabelle's innocence and Everly's deceit eventually came to light. Annabelle, meanwhile, had found refuge with her brother, Adan, and entered into a marriage of convenience with Julian Cordova, a war hero in a coma. She nursed him back to health, and they fell deeply in love, building a new life free from Jack's shadow. When Jack discovered Annabelle was alive and marrying Julian, he crashed the wedding, begging for forgiveness. But Annabelle, hardened by his cruelty, coldly rejected him, choosing her new life and love with Julian, leaving Jack to face the consequences of his actions alone./0/86609/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0da405f4b6453ecf3718580df0c0b08&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge
The phone call came at dusk, ripping through the quiet of my evening with words that shattered my world: "Your daughter, Lily... accident... Oceanville General." I raced to the hospital, my heart hammering like a trapped bird, praying for a miracle, only to find my estranged wife, Sarah, coolly discussing the "accident" as if our five-year-old Lily was a mere inconvenience. Then the doctor delivered the fatal blow: "She was calling for you, Mr. Miller. She kept asking for her daddy." But before I could even process the unthinkable, Sarah pulled out her phone, complaining about work, and dismissed the urgent need to see our dying child' s body in the morgue. My world crumbled further when a social media post surfaced: Sarah, raising a champagne glass, arm-in-arm with her step-brother, Mark, celebrating a 'victory' while our Lily lay cold in the morgue. The next day, she refused to help with funeral arrangements, claiming she was "swamped," yet a child's voice echoed in the background of her call: "Daddy, can I have some juice?" My own daughter was deemed a burden, while Sarah played doting "Auntie" to her lover' s child, a child he had with his wife. What kind of monster cares so little for her own flesh and blood, yet dotes on another' s? The betrayal stung, but it was just the beginning. I knew, with chilling clarity, that this was no accident. This was a conspiracy, and I would expose every dark secret./0/60797/coverorgin.jpg?v=eefe26f364dd7fba262272838ed035d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dating Debuff System
I spent a fortune offering a reward for the whereabouts of the movie star. To my surprise, he appeared right in front of me, and I immediately knelt down. The next day, news of my proposal to the movie star skyrocketed to trending topics. And all of this happened because I had bound myself to a system that makes me fart whenever I talk about love!/0/44684/coverorgin.jpg?v=34b705a7b0bad8dd801f1f551e1d1302&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Her Shoes
Lara Smith is a 30-year-old woman who has been living a dull and lonely life. She doesn't have a family of her own, she doesn't have her own savings, and she is working hard like a dog, just to make ends meet. She wished to be like Amanda Montserrat, a beautiful, rich and a powerful woman who owns Etoile Cosmetics company. The world is her oyster, and she lives a perfect live. She's a trillionaire, she's a genius woman running a cosmetic empire on her own and she is engaged to be married to Emmett Albreicht, who is an extremely famous hotel magnate. While on a company field trip, Lara was involved in a tragic accident, and she was in a comatose state for a year. As she wakes up from her slumber, she realized in horror that she is she's been trapped into a different body! She is now living the life of Amanda Montserrat and she doesn't have any choice but to live a different life while thinking on how to get back to her original body!/0/84419/coverorgin.jpg?v=92f2813ff16638919aeab70793a1d3a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding He Lost
For eight years, I played the perfect high-society fiancée to Andrew Lester, a man consumed by guilt, whose emotional distance masked a disturbing fixation on his "niece," Molly. I silently endured his self-imposed celibacy, convinced his aloofness was just his penance. But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child." My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby. I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception. The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine./0/28571/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f808b257eab36d7ca939e3c08d14f9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HATRED WITH BENEFITS
She made a deal with a devil, He promised her a free existence if she can do whatsoever he wants. She didn't know what you was getting herself into until she signed the contract and her life shattered. He is now her only enemy but with a good benefits. But can she survive an hatred with benefits?/0/94431/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secret Of The Butterfly: The CEO's Hidden Heirs
Celeste Hart vanished after a night with Damien Kane, leaving the world's richest man haunted by the memory of a butterfly tattoo. What he doesn't know is that she carried his greatest secret-four children whose gifts could rival empires. Years later, Celeste returns, cloaked in success and secrecy, determined to stay hidden as she takes a job in Damien's company. But the closer they grow, the harder it becomes to conceal the truth. With family betrayals lurking, children desperate to find their father, and a love too powerful to ignore, their lives are set on a collision course. And when the truth is revealed, nothing will ever be the same./0/96934/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5db6c9799f4fd10626f2ee57fff99fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My First Love, My Last Revenge
My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung up on me. Later, his stepmother put him on speakerphone so I could hear him laugh off our entire relationship. "Tell her it was just for fun," he said. "She shouldn't take it so seriously." Just for fun. The words shattered me. I got rid of our son, took the hush money, and vanished. The girl who loved him died that day. In her place, I became "Nine," a ruthless operative forged in betrayal. Now, five years later, an explosion has left me with "amnesia." When the police ask who will be my guardian, I point to the man who broke my world. "Him," I say with a shy smile. "He's the most handsome."/0/46092/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4beb89847a2e60e7f114400331d9a31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seducing My Bestfriend
It sounds like you're describing your appearance with long hair and a pointed nose. It's great that you're feeling confident and happy about your looks! Is there anything else you'd like to share or discuss? It sounds like you have a lot of self-confidence and feel good about your appearance. It can be frustrating when someone interrupts your moment of self-appreciation, as in this case with Manang Lita. Is there anything specific you'd like to talk about or share regarding this situation? It seems like there's some kind of summon or request for you, and you're not too pleased about it. Taking a deep breath before responding is a good way to manage your frustration. Is there more to this situation that you'd like to discuss or any questions you have? It seems like you're taking some time to prepare your appearance before meeting someone important, possibly your father. It's always a good idea to make a positive impression in such situations. Is there anything specific you'd like to discuss or share about this moment? It seems like you've gone downstairs to meet your father, who appears to be in a serious mood. Taking a seat nearby is a respectful way to approach the situation. Is there anything you'd like to talk about or any questions you have regarding this scenario?/0/56417/coverorgin.jpg?v=d210f994f493dffd652297558f7213ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Ward
Dive into the captivating world of "The Billionaire's Ward" where unexpected love blooms amidst opulent estates and hidden secrets. Follow the journey of a spirited young ward entrusted to the care of a wealthy guardian, where each turn of the page unveils thrilling twists and heartwarming connections. As the protagonist navigates the lavish lifestyle of her guardian, she discovers that wealth isn't the only currency in matters of the heart. With sparks flying between them, readers are swept away on a whirlwind romance full of intrigue, passion, and the exhilarating allure of the unknown. Prepare to be enchanted by this tale of love and adventure, where destiny takes the wheel and leads to unexpected destinations./0/96152/coverorgin.jpg?v=b75f0df7004ccaf82cf27a18cebdb429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning His Empire For My Sister
My sister died because my husband' s mistress needed the helicopter for her dog. I called him, begging him to send his medevac chopper. He promised it would be there in thirty minutes. It never came. As my sister' s heart monitor flatlined, I saw the reason on Instagram. His mistress, Brooklyn, was posing with the helicopter, thanking my husband, Jax, for saving her Pomeranian who ate some chocolate. When I confronted him, he chose her. He pushed me, and after the car crash that followed, he rescued her from the wreckage while leaving me bleeding in the back. At the hospital, he played the hero for the news, but the final blow came from my lawyer. Our five-year marriage was a fraud; the license was fake. So I disappeared. Now, two years later, I' m back. He built an empire on my back, and I' m here to burn it all to the ground./0/82542/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9435b55430795baa5721bb552687801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Wouldn't Leave
On his deathbed, Liam Walker's last breath was a bitter sigh of regret. Forty years married to Sophia, a union devoid of love, left him yearning for a different path. Then, blackness. A gasp. He woke up, a 17-year-old again, posters of forgotten bands on his wall. A second chance! He swore to himself: No Sophia. But fate had other plans. Sophia Hayes, the architect of his past misery, suddenly transferred to his school, pursuing him with an unnerving intensity. Her strange kindness, unsettling smiles, and persistent presence felt like a cruel game. Liam, convinced she was manipulative, coldly pushed her away. Despite her tearful confession that she had reincarnated too, and deeply loved him, his heart was guarded. Then, he saw it: Sophia, cozy and laughing, emerging from a cheap motel with Ethan Vance, her old flame. The gut-wrenching betrayal, the hollow ache of his first life, surged anew. "Games?" he roared. Was he destined to be a fool twice over? Why was she doing this to him, after all his efforts to escape? His heart shattered, leaving him desperate to flee. He drove across the country, leaving a heartbroken Sophia behind. But she followed, determined to reveal a truth that could unravel two lifetimes of pain. What if everything he knew was a horrifying misunderstanding? And could two fractured souls truly find a second chance at a love they never thought possible?/0/85045/coverorgin.jpg?v=431194a3301c0f84d2dfeb22dc79a14d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Fall In Love With That Sponsored Student
Friday nights used to be perfect. The smell of roasted chicken, Liam' s smile across the dining table-five years of DINK bliss, just us, no kids, no pets. Then, he dropped the bombshell: a sponsored student, Sarah, was pregnant. And it was his child. He swore it wasn' t an affair, a bizarre tale of stolen sperm and his powerful, bloodline-obsessed family. But the consequences were brutally real: Liam, who "didn't like kids," transformed, devoting himself to Sarah and their unborn child. He stripped our shared office to build a nursery, his tenderness reserved for her. My home became haunted by a happiness that was no longer mine. The final insult came during a fire. Trapped, I screamed his name, but Liam scooped up a cowering Sarah, whispering, "Our little family will be safe." He left me, choking on smoke, as a burning beam crashed down on my back. I survived, barely. But when I woke, he was asking for a temporary divorce. "It's just for the birth certificate," he said. "Then we'll remarry." Was I really supposed to wait for him while he built a life with another woman, using my name for their child? No. Not anymore. I pulled out my IV. I was leaving. For good./0/97560/coverorgin.jpg?v=de57e8a5f772d6f1e0ed34224d80619e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Widow's Redemption
For three years, my husband Carter Hancock had erectile dysfunction. Or so he told me. I was the one who pulled him from a fiery car crash, and this marriage was his promise to cherish the hands that saved him. But tonight, I overheard him with my sister-in-law, Jodie. He confessed his condition was a lie to avoid touching me, and that he' d always loved her. Our marriage was just a sham to appease his grandfather. The betrayals kept coming. He claimed she was the one who saved him. He abandoned me during a landslide to rescue her. When I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs, he asked me to donate skin from my leg to fix a scratch on her face. He wanted to mutilate my body for the woman who stole my life, the woman carrying his secret child. My love was a burden, my sacrifice a joke they laughed about behind closed doors. Then I found the final, soul-crushing truth: our marriage certificate was a fake. I was never his wife, just a placeholder. That night, I picked up my phone and called the one person he' d warned me away from. "Alex," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I need to leave. Can you meet me in Europe?"/0/56730/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c08659d3a61993f6beb29e0560cd423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing Hearts
Maia Beaufort has lived her 17 years on Earth as Han Ma Ri, until the day her mother puts her on a plane and her past is taken away from her by her estranged father, with the promise that she would be able to return home someday. As an already struggling artist, Maia sees no other choice but to take advantage of this opportunity to secure herself the best future she can, until the day she can finally leave her horrid new life behind. Reign Ferrante has tried his best to live a normal life, away from the daunting secrets that plague his every waking hour. Setting up an art shop was his only saving grace of holding onto the one true part of himself and the hopes of leaving his unwanted life behind. But the arrival of a striking girl with a headstrong attitude and a talent too gorgeous to be hidden away might just change his outlook on life. What will happen when these lost souls find each other?/0/85358/coverorgin.jpg?v=db104ec036db4ad8e84235acc5d88ebd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
AI Love, Real Betrayal
The final code for "True Love AI" glowed on my office monitor, a perfect symbol for my perfect life: successful tech CEO, marrying the woman I' ve loved for five years in seven days. Then Olivia called, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Ethan, can you come home? We need to talk." When I arrived, she dropped a bomb: she couldn' t marry me. She had to marry Daniel Reed, her ex-boyfriend, to fulfill his "deceased mother' s dying wish." My world fractured. This multi-million dollar AI, this sprawling estate, our perfect future-all secondary to some archaic notion of filial piety. And then came the sting: she wanted me to fund their wedding, a casual request for $50,000 for "arrangements." How could she betray me so utterly, and then demand I finance her new life? Could she truly be so cold, so transactional, after everything? But as I stared at her audacious texts, a small detail from a shared photo clicked into place. If she saw my love as a tool for manipulation, then I, Ethan Miller, would return the favor. My wedding would proceed as planned, but she wouldn' t be the bride./0/39522/coverorgin.jpg?v=d91659a4156451549f3ef50bfe465fd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Miracle on Hollow Peak
I am Kira Reed and for as long as I can remember, I have worked in his company. But I had enough! He's such a despicable man to the point I couldn't resist his tyranny. Or maybe that's what I want to make myself believe. Who am I kidding? Besides, the holidays are coming and I really want to go home this year. ............... "Get your filthy hands off her!" I yelled at him, placing myself between them. Mark did not sit idly by and responded accordingly. "You have no right to come into her life like that and pretend nothing happened," he said, taking the attack posture. "Who said nothing happened?" I shouted at him, placing my hands on the collar of his shirt. I could hardly control myself, as I've never been good at keeping my anger in check./0/81760/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Forgot Love
I woke up disoriented, the harsh hospital lights blinding me. My parents, faces pale and strained, sat by my bedside. They said I' d had a breakdown, a public humiliation at the Spring Fling. My boyfriend, Ethan. He had betrayed me. But as they spoke, a chilling truth settled over me: I remembered the facts, but the feelings were gone. The doctors explained it as dissociative amnesia – specifically, all emotional connection to Ethan had vanished. He visited, demanding I "remember us," utterly confused, even arrogant, when I offered only polite detachment. His parents tried too, bringing mementos of our past. I felt nothing but a quiet void where love, or even anger, should have been. Everyone around me was frantic for the 'old Ava,' heartbroken and distraught. But I wasn't. There was just this calm, unsettling emptiness, like reading a sad story about a character I barely knew. Why was everyone else more upset about my memory loss than I was? Was I broken? Who was I without the girl who'd loved him so fiercely, only to be shattered? Feeling like a disconnected observer in my own life, a fraudulent smile plastered on my face, I knew I couldn't pretend anymore. I needed to find out who Ava Miller was, now. Desperate for answers, I sought professional help. And that' s when destiny, or perhaps just a very small town, intervened. My new psychologist was Liam Walker: my kind, long-lost childhood friend, whose presence felt strangely, comfortingly like home./0/86766/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d4abdab2930a8488dfdf8cdb83c1bce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal on the Wedding Day
On my wedding night, the woman I had loved for ten years, Olivia Stone, told me our marriage was a mere convenience. Standing by the window, her back to me, she declared her lack of desire for me, her words colder than our untouched bed. The next morning, I overheard her telling her assistant, Alex Miller, how disgusted she was by me, even referring to me as "a sick, dying man who can' t even give me a child." My hopeful decade crumbled. Heartbreak was physical, a searing pain. I signed divorce papers without hesitation. Later, I saw her laughing with Alex, and she signed the agreement, not even bothering to read its terms. Just annoyance flickered in her eyes. It was clear then: I was an intruder in my own home, a long-suffering fool. She' d never seen me, only what I could give her. The pain of her indifference was immense, a drowning sensation. My meticulously built world, centered on her love, was obliterated in twenty-four hours. I sold our house, severed ties, and prepared for aggressive treatment for my genetic illness abroad. But Olivia, consumed by greed, followed me, threatening to expose my infertility to the world if I didn't acknowledge her child with Alex as my heir. "I' m pregnant, Ethan," she said, her voice clear. "And Alex is the father." She believed she had me trapped, that I, the pathetic, dying man, would succumb to her manipulation. She was wrong./1/110388/coverorgin.jpg?v=b72fc11c84478916fbb7a946b1a08f21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
