Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Discarded Wife, Unbreakable Soul
My boyfriend died on a mission, and I, a trauma therapist, dedicated five years to piecing his shattered brother, Ethan, back together, even marrying him out of what I thought was love. Then, Sarah Jenkins appeared, a spitting image of Ethan' s deceased first love, and everything shattered. His dependency shifted, violent episodes returned, and my years of dedicated support became "clinical" in his eyes. During a severe episode, I tried to help, only for him to turn on me, his hands reaching for my throat. Sarah, with a performance of gentle concern, instantly calmed him, making my efforts seem worthless. He even accused me of setting him off, claiming Sarah "knew how to handle him." The next day, at our home, Sarah orchestrated a twisted scene, making it seem I' d attacked her. Ethan, blinded by her act, choked me, then screamed at me to get out of "his house." He played the devoted partner to her, while I was left bleeding and heartbroken. I was discarded like trash, realizing I no longer mattered to the man I sacrificed everything for. There was nothing left for me here. The phone rang. It was Director Thompson. "I'm in," I said, my voice hollow. "When do I start?"/0/84590/coverorgin.jpg?v=966fc192f95090384e2742cd990e82e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twin's Legacy
The blinding pain of childbirth ripped through Sarah, but it was the empty chair beside her hospital bed that truly shattered her. Mark should have been there, holding her hand, but his phone was off, just as it had been for hours. Another contraction hit, and alone, sweat-soaked, Sarah delivered her first twin, then geared up to do it all again, frantically trying to reach a husband who had vanished. As she cradled her newborn, a news report flashed on the TV: a sun-drenched beach, turquoise water, and there, laughing, hand-in-hand, were Mark and her best friend Emily, on a "romantic getaway" in Bali. Just then, a cheerful caller informed her the postpartum nanny package she'd paid for had been canceled by her husband. Her blood ran cold. He hadn't just abandoned her; he'd taken everything. A quick check of her banking app confirmed the horror: over eighty thousand dollars, her life savings for the twins, gone. He'd drained it all to fund his sordid escape. The line went dead after her mother-in-law, dismissive and callous, blamed Sarah for not "giving Mark a boy" and for being "careless with her money." The betrayal was absolute, a crushing blow from everyone she thought she could trust. How could she be so blind? How could they betray her so completely, so cruelly? The isolation crashed down, leaving her utterly alone, reeling from a decade-long lie that had just imploded. Just when she thought she might drown in her grief, a cold, sharp voice cut through the haze, forcing her to confront an unexpected intervention and perhaps, a chance to reclaim more than just her babies./0/62376/coverorgin.jpg?v=234f1a0c859159f814762c97e830336a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Every Man I Liked Was You
"Love was never going to be in the cards for Edna Parker.Growing up in the shadow of her parents' messy divorce and the walls she built around her heart, vowing to never let love in. But when she found that her life felt empty,she decided to finally find happiness,with so many people against her. Who knew her hapiness will offend so many people?While pushing down the walls, she found true friendship and a love triangle between Michael jnr and Hugo. With this, she finds herself torn between her fear of heartbreak and the thrill of falling in love. Will she learn to trust again, or will her past define her forever? Dive into this emotional rollercoaster of self-discovery, love, and the power of vulnerability."/0/51269/coverorgin.jpg?v=9294d6196d32d0cde961eb64cbde6c0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Abused Rogue
"Strip" Her thighs were coated with arousal which dripped down as she stood up parting her long silver hair to a side, arching her back to take off the bra. She was all naked infront of him, her clothes lying at his feet when she peered at him through her eyelashes. "Rhy-" "On the bed, face down, ass up." She gasped softly when he took off his long coat throwing it down along with her clothes. "NOW" she didn't need to hear anything after that as she scrambled on the bed getting on all fours arching her back and raising her ass for him. She was completely bare to him, her body all for him to do as he wished, to play it like an instrument for himself. All ready for his punishments. "Keep your hands at the back" The bed dipped behind her as he settled on bed. He held both her wrists binding them together with a leather cloth..the rough belt he had taken off. A loud smack upon her butt made her yelp in surprise which soon turned into a wanton moan. His hands massaged her ass digging his fingers as his large calloused palms gently gave them a squeeze. "You will listen to me little girl?" His lips traced her earshell whispering it to her./0/71293/coverorgin.jpg?v=64ec438dc6051925b6d6a02295f7e33b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Game by Possessive Billionaire
One night. One mistake. One deal that changed everything. After heartbreak, Vyora spends a wild night with Leonard Morgan, her handsome and enigmatic boss. Now, to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, Vyora must become Leo's pretend girlfriend. Amidst the revenge plot and unexpected intimacy, their relationship becomes increasingly complicated. Can Vyora separate revenge from the love that's starting to blossom between them?/0/20451/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3cc6d1d9015b08368215a6f0b6c9c27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Superstar's Ex-wife
I felt his breath tickling my ear, sending shivers down my spine "Pretend for a while. I will tell you everything later." And just like that, my little bubble burst, sending me crashing back to reality. **** Amanda Moore had left behind her past when she divorced Dominic Giovanni and settled in New York. But 5 years later, her past waltzes back in and makes her already frazzled life even more chaotic./0/81305/coverorgin.jpg?v=5bc9b2f4f5de2f209c9db4f10f7e5dee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Didn't Remember Our Love
I was a pregnant widow, my heart shattered by the loss of Ethan, my husband, who vanished into a relentless blizzard months ago. Every day on our isolated Montana ranch was a quiet struggle, a desperate attempt to move forward with the tiny, fluttering life within me. Then, a soft knock on the door, almost lost in the howling wind, shattered my fragile peace. Standing there, weathered but undeniably real, was Ethan. My breath caught, my world stopped spinning. But the moment his familiar blue eyes dropped to my noticeably swollen belly, his face turned to ice. "We never shared a bed," he rasped, a chilling statement, not a question. "How can you be pregnant?" The words struck me like physical blows, each one a fresh betrayal. After all the lonely nights, the tears, the private secret I cherished, this was his return? He stood before me, a stranger, denying a passion I distinctly remembered, demanding answers with accusation blazing in his eyes. How could I explain the man who held me when he himself couldn't remember? The one who called himself Ace? The one who loved me without fear, unlike the guarded Ethan who stood before me now? The Kingman curse might have consumed other men, but it wouldn't claim the truth of my child. I lifted my chin, a spark of defiance igniting. He wanted answers? I' d give them to him, even if it meant shattering his carefully constructed reality and fighting for the whole man I loved./0/83808/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f0bada2a9c1b737e2a127a152a35b6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scandal in D.C.
After seven years in war zones, Dr. Ethan Vance returned home, hoping for a joyful reunion with his Senator wife, Katherine. He imagined surprising her at their Georgetown townhouse, eager to finally bridge the distance. But her texts were cold, telling him to check into a hotel. His heart sank when he found their once-shared home stripped bare, like a tomb. Then, the news flashed her image, smiling, with country music star Cody Nash, her "serious partner." On their seventh anniversary, seeing Cody's arm possessively around Katherine at a gala, Ethan's world fractured. Cody, arrogant and smug, publicly shamed him, calling him a "stalker" for trying to approach his own wife. In a blinding flash of cameras, Ethan held up his marriage certificate and declared, "I'm her husband." Backstage, the devastating truth shattered him: Katherine and Cody had been together for four years. Four years, while he risked his life, believing in their future. The cold fury he felt wasn't just heartbreak; it was the sickening realization he'd been completely erased. He watched her turn his absence into her excuse, blaming him for her betrayal. Disgusted, Ethan reached for his phone. He now had one goal: expose the carefully constructed lie and reclaim his dignity. Would he demand an apology, or would he unleash a divorce that threatened to burn down her political world?/0/85216/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ca9e363ed355ab1404be85e4da89c90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scent of Betrayal, A New Path
My life with Isabella was a dream, a meticulously crafted illusion of love and partnership, sealed with a unique cologne she commissioned for me. Then, one Tuesday morning, that perfect scent, our scent, suddenly made her flinch. She claimed an allergy, dismissed it as "too strong," and I, a fool for her comfort, stopped wearing it. A week later, I found her clutching a worn hoodie in our laundry room, reeking of cheap deodorant and unfamiliar youth. Her casual dismissal, "It' s Ethan' s. He' s that new intern I' m mentoring," struck a chilling chord. The way she spoke of him, the hunger in her eyes I hadn' t seen in years, the word she used- "nurturing" -echoed a past life, a forgotten version of us. I tried to confront her, publicly, thinking our history meant something. I was brutally wrong. She offered to buy me out with pennies from our pre-nuptial agreement, then surgically sabotaged my Wall Street career, ruining me financially. When I had nothing left, she showed her true monstrosity: she kidnapped my kind, loving parents, tying them up in a dark warehouse. Her demand was simple: sign the divorce papers, sign away everything, and they would live. I signed. The next day, the warehouse exploded. "A gas leak," the police report said. I knew it wasn' t. I stood on the edge of my office building, ready to end it all, when I woke up. I was in my bed, sunlight streaming through the window, my phone buzzing. The date on the screen was the day I first heard the name Ethan Cole. This was no longer about love or reconciliation. This was about survival. This time, there would be no confrontation. This time, I would just disappear. But first, I had to save the only people who mattered. "Dad?" I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Listen to me very carefully. I need you and Mom to pack a bag. I' m booking you a flight. I want you to go on that world cruise you' ve always talked about. Tonight."/0/71606/coverorgin.jpg?v=439eea7ba9c6b1e4c36c7fea4a6dcf30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lights, Camera, Love
When rising actress Lena Carter lands her first major lead role, the last thing she expects is to be paired with Noah Sinclair, the insufferably arrogant A-list actor she's despised since their first disastrous meeting. Forced to work together on the set of a high-profile romance film, their off-screen clashes threaten to derail production. But as scripted passion bleeds into reality, their fiery tension turns into something neither of them saw coming./0/95228/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca75c593557d646deab6235054b3d8dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Thought I Would Silently Endure
On our fifth anniversary, I found my husband's secret USB drive. The password wasn't our wedding date or my birthday. It was his first love's. Inside was a digital shrine to another woman, a meticulous archive of a life he'd lived before me. I searched for my name. Zero results. In five years of marriage, I was just a placeholder. Then he brought her back. He hired her at our firm and gave her my passion project, the one I'd poured my soul into for two years. At the company gala, he publicly announced her as the new lead. When she staged an accident and he instantly rushed to her side, snarling at me, I finally saw the truth. He didn't just neglect me; he expected me to silently endure his public devotion to another woman. He thought I would break. He was wrong. I picked up my untouched glass of champagne, walked right up to him in front of all his colleagues, and emptied it over his head./0/86624/coverorgin.jpg?v=e279815d7444d28d832d590bb03c9c55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Never Again: A Wife's Resolve
The first sign of trouble arrived as a notification on my phone. It was a screenshot from my friend, Joanna, of my husband' s new executive assistant, Chloe Miller. She was smiling brightly, her hand touching a diamond necklace sparkling against her skin. A necklace I recognized immediately. It was the star piece from an auction Liam had attended two nights ago, two million dollars. He' d mentioned it was a "stunning piece of craftsmanship." He just failed to mention who he was buying it for. A quiet anger, cold and sharp, settled in my chest. This wasn't about jealousy; it was about respect. Our marriage was an arrangement, a merger of his new money ambition and my old money influence. The foundational rule was simple: public respect. Liam had just broken it. I scrolled through the comments, gushing over her "amazing boss." Chloe was actively fanning the flames of speculation. It was a deliberate, public provocation. I put my phone down, stood up, and walked calmly to the intercom. "Please have Liam' s car brought to the front," I said. My husband had forgotten who I was. My family hadn't built their empire by being passive. He was about to be reminded./0/94133/coverorgin.jpg?v=15553ead236a3a4700054376b6b11ad3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Mafia Revenge
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began./0/80523/coverorgin.jpg?v=ede843569631409960ceddf807b7f8d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Curse Of The Vanderbilt Name
I’m Willow Hayes, a girl from the Appalachians, chosen by the wealthy Vanderbilt family for my unique "life blessing." They wanted me to marry their dying son, Ethan, hoping I could save him and secure their lineage. I bore him twins—a boy and a girl. Ethan miraculously began to heal. But then, his supposed first love, Clara Beaumont, fed him vicious lies, claiming I'd ruined her life. Consumed by vengeance, Ethan brutally ripped my newborns from me right in the delivery room, before I even heard their first cries. He sneered my "blessing" was a curse, then abandoned me to bleed to death, faking a tragic childbirth accident. My entire Appalachian community was slandered, their homes and pride lost, all because of his baseless rage. How could the man I saved, the future father of my children, turn into such a monster based solely on a jealous woman's lies? How could a family that sought my gift allow such horrific cruelty to befall me and my people? The searing injustice of having my babies torn from me, combined with my agonizing death, burned a hole in my soul. But now, I’m back. Reborn. The Vanderbilts are knocking again, their matriarch’s sharp eyes desperate for my "blessing" to save Ethan. They think they can use me as a pawn a second time, but they have no idea what's coming. This time, I'm not here for their salvation; I'm here for a twisted justice only I can deliver, one that will make them wish I had never returned./0/61907/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7291ac4d8fe4dcc757c045e29982a0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Nerdy Guy Is My Hot Roommate
"Is having sex with you the only way you'll let me stay here?" "Yes." "That's mean of you." "Look for someplace else then." .......... Anna Stead, who became fatherless at a young age, worked hard for college money and got admitted into college two years after high school. She paid in full for tuition, but totally forgot all about accommodation! She couldn't forfeit college again for a whole year just because of accommodation so she confided in her best friend who suggested that she stayed with her calm, aloof brother. Upon meeting up with the said brother, what could she do when the only way she could stay there was if she agreed to have sex with him? Will she end up sleeping and falling in love with this pervert? And what will happen when her friend finds out about the messed up relationship between her brother and Anna? Find out in this interesting read!/0/18574/coverorgin.jpg?v=194733ebc94a0b86eca7485c9fc2a4a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Closer, The Better
It had been her grandfather’s last wish to see her wed to Arvin. However, on Belinda's wedding day, no sooner had they wedded than Arvin left his bride behind. The gossip spread like wildfire, and overnight, everyone took her as a joke. Since then, the fighting between them had no end. Until the fateful night when Belinda was drugged by her boss. She tried her best to go back home, but she ended up sleeping with Arvin. He instantly found himself both infatuated and addicted to her; while she found herself struggling to let him go./0/44699/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed4f669fc8e006824fdfe0bf3e9bd25a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Silence On The Main Stage
My name is Ethan Lester. I' m a humble community college music teacher, engaged to Nicole Anderson, a brilliant Silicon Valley CEO. She worships an anonymous DJ, "Aethel," whose music, she says, saved her from deep depression. She doesn't know "Aethel" is me. After our engagement party, I saw a text on her phone, not meant for my eyes. It was from her assistant, Brian: "He' s boring. He' ll never understand you like I do. Like Aethel does." Her reply shattered my world: "I know, my Aethel. I' ll handle him. The festival is all that matters." I followed her to a penthouse where she funded Brian' s music studio and promised him a headline festival spot – my comeback. I registered for the Electric Odyssey festival under my real name, determined to expose the fraud. But backstage, just before my performance, two men grabbed me. Then, they broke my hands. Pain erupted as my bones snapped. My career, my identity, gone in an instant. As my vision blurred, Nicole emerged from the shadows. "Electric Odyssey is for ' Aethel' !" she snarled, her voice cruel. "I' ll destroy anyone who threatens his comeback, including you." She watched me bleed, letting me lie broken on the cold concrete. I woke up in my own bed, gasping, my hands miraculously whole. I grabbed my phone: The date was ten days before the festival. I was back, with the terrifying memory of my murder fresh in my mind, courtesy of my fiancée. This time, I wouldn' t be the one getting destroyed./0/86937/coverorgin.jpg?v=3922e82690342a4b2631c0a57ffdc1e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret, Her New Beginning
I stared at my phone, Liam's name glowing on the screen. For five years, I was his secret, his on-again, off-again lover, hidden from everyone, especially his sister, my best friend. Then, two weeks ago at a tech gala, he introduced another woman as his girlfriend, dismissing me with a cold, small nod, as if I were a distant acquaintance. My heart shattered as he laughed away my five years of devotion as just "fun." I finally typed a reply to his persistent messages: "I'm getting married, Liam." His immediate, angry calls followed, demanding to know who. I'd accepted David Chen's quiet, respectful proposal, a life where I wouldn't have to hide. When Liam discovered it was David, he accused me of marrying for money, blaming me for his mistakes. It was infuriating. How could he possibly misunderstand so profoundly, believing my escape was still about him, still a game to manipulate his attention? But I was finally free. I blocked his number, ready to paint my own picture on a blank canvas./0/62220/coverorgin.jpg?v=19c369943b9e42fbd9128170064e36a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
