Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Firefighter's Accidental Wife
My life, as a firefighter paramedic, seemed straightforward. I was engaged to Chloe, my high school sweetheart, and planned a future with her. But a secret, solemn commitment changed everything: to fulfill my dying adoptive mother Sarah's final wish, I quietly married Army Captain Maya Rodriguez. However, my return home to our shared house in Havenwood plunged me into a nightmare. Chloe, without consultation, announced her manipulative "rescuer," Ricky Vargas, and his young son Leo, were moving in indefinitely. This unwelcome intrusion quickly escalated into hostile takeover. Chloe dismissed my every concern, turning my personal office into Ricky's son's room, only for that child to deface my most sacred heirloom-my late father's firefighter helmet. When I confronted the boy, Ricky, the master manipulator, orchestrated a scene where his son feigned injury, leading Chloe to immediately side with him, accusing me of violence. She then unleashed a torrent of venom, calling me "just an orphan" and ordering me to leave, a cruel tirade unknowingly recorded and later shared by Ricky to twist the knife deeper. The ultimate betrayal came when Chloe, exploiting my profession, had me detained at the hospital and actively blocked my calls, callously preventing me from saying goodbye to my dying mother. Sarah passed away alone, a direct consequence of Chloe's spiteful actions. How could the woman I was supposed to marry, my childhood love, inflict such profound pain and injustice, stripping me of my dignity and my last moments with my mother? Reeling from grief, despair, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal, I chose to sever all ties, escaping the suffocating toxicity of my past. I walked away from Havenwood, from Chloe, and got on a plane, ready to face an unknown future with my new wife, Maya./0/25205/coverorgin.jpg?v=762af026dff1737165092df4d3a12bcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sinner's Love
"Christine Smith is a common and ordinary girl, who is always optimistic. She married her first love, Kevin Lee, after graduation. At that time, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world. But she never thought Kevin let her sleep with Sheldon Collins in order to get higher status and more money from Sheldon because Sheldon is the richest and most powerful man in Z country. Knowing the truth, Christine chose to divorce right away. At the civil Affairs Bureau, when she had just finished divorcing, Sheldon suddenly came up and said to her: “Let’s get married, I’ll be responsible for you!”. Christine has mixed feelings...."/0/85877/coverorgin.jpg?v=47860a06bb1a357ee14027d94563ef2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce: The Only Way Out
The launch party for my company was supposed to be the peak of my life' s ambition, but my eyes were glued to the door, waiting for my wife, Olivia. Just last week, she' d finally warmed up to me, hinting at starting a family after three years of a marriage that felt like a contract. Then the doors opened, and Olivia walked in, but she wasn' t alone; beside her, with a possessive hand on her back, was Dr. Marcus Thorne, her former mentor. He was a ghost from her past, and she was smiling at him in a way she never smiled at me. I watched them, trying to convince myself it was nothing, as he leaned in to whisper, and she laughed, an intimacy that screamed of a shared history I was not a part of. Dave, my business partner, clapped me on the shoulder, telling me we were "killing it," but my gaze was fixed on Olivia taking a glass of wine from Marcus, their fingers brushing. It felt like a punch to the stomach, seeing the effortless familiarity he had, everything I' d bled for in three years of trying. The anger and humiliation choked me, until I finally stumbled over to them, my voice hoarse. Marcus turned, looked me up and down, and with a condescending smirk, called me "the boy genius," belittling my entire existence. Then the room tilted, my chest tightened, and the world went black. I woke to the sterile smell of a hospital, Olivia asleep beside me, but the warmth turned to bitter self-mockery as I remembered her denial in front of him. Our marriage had been a transaction from the start-a deathbed promise to my father to "look after me." I was 21, grieving, hopelessly infatuated, and agreed, hoping forced proximity would blossom into love. Three years of trying to earn her affection, culminating in last week' s "validation," now felt like just another concession. A cold resolve settled over me; I couldn' t live as a child she was obligated to care for anymore. I disconnected the IV, and when Olivia stirred, I looked her in the eye and said, "Let's get a divorce." She was pale, shocked, but I had never been more clear; I signed the papers and walked out, leaving everything behind. For two days, I hid in a cheap motel, suffocating the voice that replayed her smiling at Marcus, until there was a loud banging on my door. It was Dave, and behind him, a pale and frantic Olivia, who pushed past him, calling me unthinking and childish. "I'm not a child, Olivia," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "Then stop acting like one!" she shot back, as I pulled the signed divorce papers from my bag and pushed them into her hands. "I'm letting you off the hook. You don't have to keep your promise to my father anymore. You're free." She stared at the papers, her eyes widening with disbelief, then she whispered, "No." And with a sudden, violent movement, she ripped the papers in half, declared she would not divorce me, and threw the shredded pieces at my feet. It was never about me; it was always about the promise./0/22285/coverorgin.jpg?v=208f8a910e11fb5365e758d4ccadfb2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
All for the Money
To save her family from being homeless, Faith Williams decided to steal from her company. She thought she got away with it until one day, her cold, stoic and unforgiving boss Anthony DeMarco caught up to her scheme and threatened to send her to prison. In a desperate attempt to save herself, she offers her body to him, which angers him even more. How will she ever get out of this troublesome situation?/1/114753/coverorgin.jpg?v=b77506453f0f7877d4f7c329b7338341&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself./1/115402/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ac648295b57940dfca5eaf15c871012&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Whiskey Poison - A Mafia Romance
The stranger who saved my life is officially my new boss. Now, I'm stuck in a house with him and his BABY... Until I find a way to get both of us out. He's a CEO. A Bratva don. My new boss... And now, my prison warden. Timofey Viktorov has no problems blackmailing me into his deal. Live in my mansion ... Care for my baby ... "No" is not an option . There's only one way out of this Uncover the secrets he's hiding and blackmail him right back.. But the longer I'm in his house, the harder things get. He's getting closer. The ice is getting thinner. Sooner or later, it's going to crack./0/91393/coverorgin.jpg?v=a42132d9c580de1efb148348d80f2572&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes of Ambition
When Caiden Fowler had only seven days left to live, he begged Alexandra Clayton to give him a chance to make up for his regrets. "Alexandra, the truth is, I've always loved Leyla," he said. "Now, at this point, I don't want to settle anymore. Can you sign the divorce papers and let me be with her?" Yet, he was the one who had abandoned his wife and child, and now he was the one crying for reconciliation./0/18392/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a1f5cbe96613a0c860e8167f051c0b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sweet Victim
Ava White is a book nerd, a comic book geek - and the daughter to one of Los Angeles most wealthy business men, Anthony White. This often makes her and her family a target to those wanting to get their hands on their wealth. Not all thieves are after money and riches; many want revenge. Lucien Bradford feels he is owed something from his former partner, and when he is finally released from jail, he believes Ava is the key to getting that revenge. After hiring bounty hunters to track and kidnap her from the streets, his plan is set in motion. But Ashton Bradford is not your average kidnapper. And Ava is not your average hostage. || All Rights Reserved © Alice Marie 2018/0/57326/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a61cfcbabb4caadaed01ee0abd06f06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend : He's the one I have
Blurb; “ Let's break up, Miranda. ” His words were likened to fiery knives, piercing through her already wounded heart. “ No, Joseph. Please don't say this. I — ” Her words became cut up in her throat, seeing the look in his eyes. For a moment, she couldn't recognize the guy in front of her. Where was her caring and compassionate best friend, who never ceased to dote endlessly on her? “ Okay. ” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat. She didn't miss the relief in his eyes. “ Goodbye, Miranda. ” He stared at her one more time, taking several steps backwards until he was out of her sight. Miranda broke down in tears when he was out of her sight, she found it completely difficult to believe what had just happened. “ When did we get here? ” she wondered as the pain in her heart intensified. …. Miranda and Joseph had been best friends since forever until Joseph fell in love with the Queen Bee. Their relationship deteriorated as a result. Despite how devastated she was by the news, Mira still felt happy for him, until she accidentally found out about the evil scheme the Queen Bee had against him. In the end, she became torn between taking a risk on their friendship by telling him about it, or keeping quiet and watching him get ruined. What will she do? Read this book to find out./0/83282/coverorgin.jpg?v=216b4850e7570b99bf835f2edadf9fd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dying Wedding Planner
Ash Miller, a celebrated wedding planner, wove magic for countless couples, but her own dream-a meticulously crafted vintage garden wedding with Ethan-remained just a plan after seven years. Unbeknownst to him, this unfulfilled dream was cloaked in a far more chilling reality: a secret, advanced breast cancer diagnosis, gnawing at her life and her hope. Then, at the very New England estate she'd chosen for her vows, Ash witnessed a scene that stopped her heart: Ethan, her Ethan, standing under their sacred oak, reciting vows not to her, but to a radiant Chloe, clad in white. He brushed off Ash's stunned presence with a casual wave, then shockingly handed over her entire five-year wedding design-every detail, every flower, every cherished vintage touch-to Chloe, dismissing it as "just a client." As Ash, heartbroken and physically ailing, watched her stolen dream unfold, the final, brutal blow landed: a sparkling Tiffany solitaire on Chloe's left hand, paired with whispered rumors that Chloe was Ethan' s "great lost love." Her meticulously planned future, her fragile hope, and her hidden battle against a terminal illness were all laid bare and trampled. The agony wasn't just in the betrayal of her love, but the realization that her life' s most profound moments, her final wishes, had been pilfered and handed to a stranger, all while her partner remained blind to her suffering, her impending end. How could the man she loved so deeply, the one she was dying to marry, be so heartlessly cruel, so utterly oblivious? With nothing left but the gnawing pain of a dying body and a shattered soul, Ash took her first, decisive step toward reclaiming her last moments, walking out of his life and leaving him behind to confront a devastating truth far more terrible than any infidelity./0/86851/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e2f2a9f46d340ddab78c9816b00601f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Sorry
The news broke on a Tuesday. Olivia Reynolds, a celebrated artist, found herself targeted by a major art blog accusing her of blatant plagiarism. Her acclaimed piece, "Urban Echo," was displayed side-by-side with similar works by an unknown European artist, igniting a war zone of online comments declaring her a "Fraud" and calling to "Cancel her." Her boyfriend, Ethan Miller, a respected art critic, didn't defend her. Instead, he confessed to orchestrating the whole thing to protect his protégé, Chloe Davis, claiming Chloe had made a "youthful mistake." He dismissed Olivia's pain as "dramatic" and a "performance," highlighting her struggle with depression as mere "attention." The betrayal only deepened when her gallery terminated its representation, cancelling all her shows. Chloe, feigning empathy, then explicitly told Olivia that Ethan had chosen her because her career was "more important," rubbing salt in the wound until Olivia shattered a glass in a fit of despair, cutting her hand. Ethan, without a glance at Olivia's injury, sided with Chloe, who accused Olivia of attacking her. Ethan and Chloe were seen making their official debut at a gala, dancing on Olivia's professional grave. A text message then arrived, "You should kill yourself, you thieving bitch," accompanied by a photo of her with a gun pointed at her head. Standing on her balcony, teetering on the edge, Olivia made one last desperate call to Ethan. "I'm on the ledge, Ethan," she whispered. But he laughed, dismissing her plea as a bid for "attention." The line went dead as Chloe's laughter echoed in the background. With nowhere else to turn, Olivia stepped into the void./0/83931/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbc4fb3f239f159f46927af7e2001a8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prenup's Revenge
I was America' s Grammy-winning country star, married to the nation' s pop sweetheart, Nicole. Our life was a picture of musical royalty, until a trashy music blog screamed about my wife' s new video. "Nicole Anderson and Jayden Hughes: More Than Just Acting?" She came to me sobbing, confessing a "one-time mistake" with the bad-boy rapper. She poured millions into a new record label, publicly funding my next album as a grand gesture of devotion. I believed her, held her, and told myself she was my perfect muse. Then, one quiet Tuesday, using her laptop, I found a password-protected folder labeled "PROJECT N&J." On a whim, I typed "Jayden." Access granted. Two hundred explicit videos revealed a timeline spanning months. Her voice, clear and triumphant in the most recent one, shattered my world: "Ethan' s too trusting… he thinks I' m his perfect little country muse." Jayden' s smug reply: "And what about this baby? You sure it' s gonna pass for his?" The air left my lungs. My wife, the woman the world adored, was a calculated monster carrying another man' s child, planning to use my name and money to escape a prenup. Every award, every photo in our mansion, felt like a prop in her elaborate con. The betrayal was a physical ache, a cold, hard certainty. How could I have been such a fool? But as disgust rose in my throat, a new feeling emerged: not despair, but a quiet, chilling clarity. I found my prenup, snapped a picture of the infidelity clause, and sent it to my lawyer. It was time for the truth to be the truth./1/112807/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fd6a27b9a18b33d31161492429b925c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback
Ansley was banished to Europe for five years by her powerful adoptive family. She only secretly returned to New York to save her dying best friend’s bankrupt tech startup. But to save her friend, Ansley had to unlock her frozen trust fund, instantly alerting her terrifyingly controlling adopted brother, Emery. Trapped in his penthouse, Ansley overheard the horrifying truth. Her parents didn't banish her because she was a burden. They sent her away because Emery's sick, suffocating obsession with her was threatening his billion-dollar arranged marriage. Desperate to escape his golden cage and save her friend's stolen life's work, Ansley sought help from the ruthless CEO of Aegis Group, Darius Woodward. Instead of looking at her data, Darius humiliated her. He mocked her cheap suit, told her she didn't even know how to beg properly, and threw her out into the freezing rain. Sitting in her soaking wet clothes, Ansley realized that in this city of glass and steel, genuine effort meant nothing against raw power. She was entirely powerless against these apex predators. But she was done crying, and she was done hiding. Ansley threw her wet suit in the trash, slipped into a stunning silk dress, and walked right onto Emery's luxury birthday yacht. As the socialites who ruined her life five years ago stared in shock, she took a slow sip of her martini. "I'm not the same girl you chased out of town."/0/46295/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b636dc923c7011d917d4ce700a0e536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Her: A Tale of Tragedy which leads to Love
Discovering that her fiancé dies in a plane crash on National TV, Jennifer loses herself and her dear ones in the process. Depending solely on alcohol for happiness, she meets new people who make her feel anew, but would this be long-term or short-term?/0/84580/coverorgin.jpg?v=34200ed02877bcc2a3fb9f369fefa728&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Realigned
For five years, I, Ethan, dedicated everything to Olivia, my wife. I sacrificed my promising physics career to build her art gallery into a success, endured her family's disdain, and cherished her every whim. I truly believed my unwavering love would one day win her heart. Then came our fifth wedding anniversary-also my birthday. I sat alone in our villa' s vast dining room, special dishes growing cold, waiting for a wife who never came home on time. My phone buzzed with an explosive headline: "Renowned Artist Olivia Hayes Appears at Charity Gala with New Flame, Confesses He is Her True Soulmate." The accompanying video showed Olivia, radiant, holding hands with Liam-a man strikingly similar to her deceased childhood sweetheart. She glowed as she declared him "the one I have been waiting for my entire life." The article added insult to injury: she'd bought him a forty-million-dollar sports car for his birthday, today, my birthday. My carefully built world shattered. How could the woman I' d devoted my life to publicly betray me so utterly, so callously? The contrast, her forty-million-dollar gift to her "soulmate" versus not even a text for her husband, crushed me. Was I just a convenient shield, a placeholder? The hope I' d clung to, a threadbare illusion, finally snapped. With a deep breath, I lit the single candle on my pathetic birthday cake, a ghost of a celebration. "Happy birthday, Ethan," I whispered to myself, then blew it out. And in that wisp of smoke, my love for her vanished too. It was over./0/27477/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac0de6d17dd12472e051685f33121e7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY GIRLFRIEND IS A ROBOT
IN THE POPULAR CITY OF BEIJING Zhou Xiuying is known as a stubborn girl who loves being outdoors despite her parents warning She's just 17, she's from rich family, has plenty of friends, crazy, rude, clumsy, music and dance freak and she's pretty naughty Zhou Xiuying has boyfriend named Cia Gua, she loves him alot but little did she know he's just using her for her family wealth and power One-day she went to his house to give him a surprise visit for his 18 years old birthday but instead she's the one who got surprised Cia Gua was cought in bed with her best friend Mei Ling, she was so shocked and heartbroken, Cia Gua didn't care, he told her the truth that day, he told her that he was after her family wealth and nothing else Zhou Xiuying was completely shattered that night, what she wanted was to be along, a strong rain happened to be falling by then but she didn't care, she ran under it, running to wherever her legs can take her That same night, the same time*** "Chase it, don't let it get away" noises were heard,group of scientists lab team were seen chasing after a beautiful girl of 17, it's not just a girl it's a robot. It happened to malfunction The robot was faster than them so they lost it, while the robot was running unsure of where it's going, Zhou Xiuying was running opposite and they ended up hugging themselves Due to the rain and storm, something happened. Zhou Xiuying was electrocuted to comma and all her emotions got inside the robot The robot is now programmed to hate any guy with black hair and green eyes or busty girls with blonde long hair, or anyone as long as they are mean and harmful, the robot now knows it's a girl but it don't know who it is, the robot knows her name is Zhou Xiuying but doesn't know anything about the real Zhou Xiuying Worse the robot think it's a human Now what will happen when a girl of 17 found the robot and brings it to live with her What will happen when she brings the robot to her school And what will happen when the robot sets her eyes on...... Permit me to stop there for now Who can't wait to read this mind blowing story brought to you by rhemaromance Buy your popcorn right now and wear your glasses and let's chill/0/97558/coverorgin.jpg?v=c538d2d77eb7efab28b78089b670dd58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Game, Her Perfect Escape
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline. For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour." But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress. He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life. He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth./0/85229/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b18d6bd8fd7aac2bcbd3fa788534a7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Liam's Shadow, Chloe's Lie
The "True Harmony" system was perfect, a monument to the future I, Ethan Miller, was eager to build with Chloe, my fiancée of a decade. Our wedding, a meticulously planned extravagance, was just one week away, a celebration of the life we'd spent years creating. Then, she walked into my study, and in a soft, flat voice, delivered words that detonated my entire world: "I can't marry you next week. I have to marry Liam first." Liam. Her stepbrother. The man she confusingly called her "first love," now demanding she fulfill his deceased mother's "dying wish" for her to settle him. My shock curdled as she explained it was "just a formality" – she'd marry him, then divorce him, for "filial piety." My life, our future, reduced to a mere inconvenience. The insult deepened when she asked for a "dowry" – a few million dollars for Liam. I was not her partner; I was her bank, and Liam, the beneficiary. When her fabricated apologies came, they were delivered with Liam's leftovers, the subtle taunt a final blow. What was this absurd wish, this sudden, desperate need that obliterated our years together? How could the woman I loved so easily betray and humiliate me for a man who seemed to be nothing but a perpetual burden? My initial shock hardened into cold resolve. If Chloe, the supposed woman of my dreams, prioritized a con artist over me, then my answer was simple: "I need a new bride."/0/75820/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divine Pact
Thea Gibson lived a perfectly ordinary life. By day, she served drinks at the local bar, earning just enough to pay the rent and keep her bills from piling up. She wasn't one for extravagant spending, preferring quiet nights at home with her nose buried in the latest paranormal fantasy novel. It was easier to get lost in a world of mythical creatures and epic battles than face the real one, where she tried-and often failed-to suppress the awkwardness that followed her like a shadow. Most nights, she relished her solitude, but that didn't stop her best friend Shae from dragging her to parties. "You need to get out more!" Shae would say with that infectious energy that made it impossible to say no. Thea would end up surrounded by strangers, nursing a drink in a corner, wishing she could escape into the pages of her book instead of pretending to enjoy herself. The only bright spot? Detective Josh Cooper. He was always there, with his captivating smile and those deep eyes that seemed to see right through her. Thea had a secret crush on him. But that was all it was-a harmless fantasy. That all changed one fateful night. The bar was quieter than usual when a figure appeared in the doorway. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as Thea stared at him. He was tall, his presence undeniable, with a calm confidence that seemed at odds with the tension in the room. Before she could even process what was happening, a group of monstrous creatures-Titans, she later learned-charged toward her. Panic surged in her chest. But before they could reach her, the man was there, moving with blinding speed, his hand raised. A bolt of light shot from his fingers, and the Titans disintegrated into smoke. "I'm Hermes," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Messenger of the Gods. And you, Thea, are a reincarnated deity with a destiny you've yet to remember." The words felt surreal. Thea opened her mouth to protest, but the world around her seemed to shift, and suddenly she wasn't sure what was real anymore. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. Hermes smiled, the corner of his lips curling up with a mysterious knowing. "You're about to find out. The Titans are free. And it's up to you to send Cronos back to Tartarus." Thea shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane." "You're not the first to refuse the truth," Hermes said, his tone soft, but unwavering. "But you will be the one to stop him." Everything she'd known, every bit of normalcy she clung to, crumbled in that instant./0/82309/coverorgin.jpg?v=56c77ebb01b95a7e0e81714c4a8a6e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
