Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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SHADOWS OF TRUST (treachery)
Shadows of Trust delves into themes of betrayal, love, and resilience. The story centers on Philip, a wealthy man who becomes wheelchair-bound after saving his brother from an accident. following the life-altering event, Philip loses interest in love and enters into a marriage of convenience with Kate, a woman primarily interested in his wealth. Their arrangement is straightforward: she receives financial support, and he gains companionship without emotional entanglement. The narrative takes a dramatic turn when Philip true love with Maddison, a dancer at one of his clubs. On the same night, he uncovers his wifes infidelity with his brother, intensifying the story's emotional complexity. As Philip and Maddison's relationship deepens, they face numerous challenges, including jealousy, societal judgements, and personal insecurities. The novel explores how they navigate these obstacles, striving to build a life together despite the odds./0/24052/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sunshine My Love
"Edward Atticus" is a Handsome billionaire who loves to be in power. His dominant and Killing aura was feared by everyone around him. He likes to control everyone. Every woman will die for his one look. Do anything for his family. "Not POSSIBLE" is not in his dictionary. "Liliana Berk" is a sweet and Innocent girl. She cares for others than herself. Everyone loves her because of her childish nature. Have fear to love and get hurt. What will happen when these two different people meet each other? One is Demon other one is Angel! Will the theory of "Opposite poles attract each other" work between them or not?/0/50177/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a5c8035c8bf3d692c63d32011fcdaaa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BAD GIRL LOVE
Richie Kim is a natural born genius. He was always the top of his class despite the fact that he rarely attended classes. He was brilliant than the teachers, and the students worshipped him like their demigod. He had to skip two grades in elementary and highschool cos of his ultra brilliance, and he became a college student at 15. As the only son of a chaebol family in Korea, he went for his college education in the US. He graduated at 18, and he came back home to take over his father's company, but he didn't come back alone.He returned with his American girlfriend - Jessica Jones, a rude, violent and hot tempered daughter of a rich family in America. His parents found everything about her wrong at first sight, but Richie wouldn't hear of it, they must want what he wants.Jessica might be the violent type, but at least she satisfies him s*xually. Yeah, Richie is a big s*x freak even at 18. He has a sis... Ruby who's a student of Horizon Highschool, an exclusive ultra-elite school for rich families in Korea and beyond. Lovelyn Jeong is Ruby's best friend and classmate who's a regular visitor in the mansion.She's not rich. In fact, her family has a lot of choky debts, and she strives hard to pay up with her mum. Everyone in school believes she's a rich kid like the rest cos of the rented cars and fake designers she comes to school with, but no one has the idea what she does to keep it going. She's the best stripper at Ginger clubhouse where she showcases the beauty of her body to rich guys and men under the neon lights every night, and her mum is a maid in the mansion of the brattiest girl in school while everyone believes she's a rich investor. Basically, her whole life in school is fake and a big bunch of lies. What happens when Lovelyn couldn't help but fall for Richie at first sight but kept her feelings to herself cos of Jessica? And what happens when Richie began noticing her despite his relationship with Jessica?Will a change happen despite the variables?Especially when another guy stepped in.What about Lovelyn's big secrets?Will it ever get revealed?What'd be the fate of the poor girl doing just everything to survive?/0/20454/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1ef6fbbead9ef9ef4cf774332a016a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Second Choice
Elena Wiltshire's dreams were on the cusp of coming true; she just got accepted into Harvard without the sway of the Wiltshire name! But when her twin sister's engagement to Sebastian Dumont, the wealthiest CEO in the UK, falls through due to her sister's shameless deeds, Elena is forced to take her place to avoid a scandal. Will Elena crack the surface of the jaded and heartbroken CEO, or live a wedded life of misery/0/81308/coverorgin.jpg?v=c416fce88bcdc8058c7b0002ecda5dc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Loyalty Ran Dry
We were ten minutes away from getting our marriage license, for the eleventh time. Just as we neared the office, her phone buzzed with a call from Liam, her 'sick' ex, instantly draining her face of color and her devotion from me. She abandoned me again, speeding off to his side for what felt like the hundredth time, leaving me alone in the car. Hours later, while I drowned my sorrows in whiskey, she called not to check on me, but to furiously worry about her image after I posted a raw, heartbroken selfie. Her voice wasn't concerned; it was furious, demanding I consider 'her reputation' and 'Liam's friends' rather than my pain. This was a recurring nightmare, a pattern of abandonment and emotional manipulation that had plagued our seven-year relationship. Each time, her loyalty to Liam, a man who always seemed to experience a 'critical episode' whenever Chloe and I neared a milestone, overshadowed any commitment to me. How could she continuously choose him, a man she claimed was 'just a friend,' over the life we were supposed to be building? Was I truly so selfish for wanting her to choose us for once? Her casual dismissal of my pain, declaring 'Liam needs me more, you' re healthy, you can wait,' echoed in my mind like a cruel mantra. But this time, something broke inside me, and the weariness transformed into a stone-cold resolve. The very next day, a life-changing opportunity landed on my desk: a lead architect position in Austin, Texas. It wasn't just a job; it was my one-way ticket out, a chance to finally choose myself and escape the endless cycle of heartbreak. I took it./0/83811/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cee94f8e1b72f87367735efbe38e648&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Last Regret: A Wife Undone
The first word from Dr. Cole was "Leukemia," and it felt like a death sentence delivered under fluorescent lights, far from the small, coal-mining town I' d never escaped. I had been with Liam for nine years, forever dependent on him, even as his calls grew shorter and his voice colder – I knew he was cheating, but I clung to us. Then, during a call about our anniversary, I heard it: a soft, musical voice asking, "Liam, honey, who is that?" and the line went dead, leaving me with the cold, hard proof of his betrayal. My world shattered. How could the man who promised he' d never leave me be so easily replaced, so carelessly abandon the life we'd built, especially now, with my own life slipping away? That night, clutching the crumpling diagnosis, I decided: I would die first, before he saw me as a burden; I would disappear, and he' d never know what he'd lost./0/85219/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d43bcb06b14a3f33abc7277bc155d43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Free From His Shadow
The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Ballroom reflected in the champagne, but the light felt cold. My husband, Mark, was across the room, his eyes fixed on Lily, the young intern who had become his entire world. I walked towards them, the whispers of the crowd following me. He handed me a pre-prepared divorce settlement. "I\'m going to marry Lily," he said, loud enough for those nearby to hear. Then, with a cruel twist of his lips, he added, "Consider our partnership terminated. Effective immediately." In the weeks that followed, Mark systematically dismantled my family' s business. He orchestrated a public scandal, leaking fabricated documents that implicated my father in fraud. My father had a heart attack. My mother aged a decade overnight. I sat by my father' s hospital bed, watching the news report on Mark and Lily' s engagement. That' s when I truly broke. Then, a blinding flash of light. A gut-wrenching pull. I gasped, my eyes flying open. The date on my phone was October 12th. The day I found Lily' s photo on his computer. The day the nightmare began. I was back. The memory of my parents' ruined faces, of my father in that hospital bed, was burned into my mind. It was not a dream. It was a warning. I had a second chance. Not for revenge. Not to win him back. For survival./0/95231/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5c28b417da16a78b44591f94274a734&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Number: My Sweetest Goodbye
My eight-year marriage ended over a photo of my husband, Drake, with his young associate, Kandace. He called her his #WorkWife. That same night, he accidentally scalded my arm with boiling soup. Instead of taking me to the hospital, he left me stranded on the side of the road to comfort Kandace over a headache. His cruelty brought back a buried memory: the night his negligence caused me to miscarry our child, a loss he twisted to blame entirely on me. The final blow came when I saw it-a matching tattoo on Kandace' s wrist, the same one Drake had over his heart. This wasn't just an affair; I was being replaced. He begged, cried, and even carved the tattoo from his own chest in a bloody display of desperation. He swore he loved me and couldn't live without me. So when the hospital called to say he was in a critical car accident, fighting for his life, I listened calmly. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice perfectly clear. "You have the wrong number."/0/18264/coverorgin.jpg?v=d47a8e4ea806209d6b8e2628cdc3fee5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Regnante
When you're the most feared and powerful Italian Mafia Boss, you cannot have the world know of your existence or of any personal ties you may have. Otherwise bad things tend to happen, and this man learnt that lesson the hard way. Now, he refuses to allow anyone close to him, much less get anywhere past his cold exterior. Their story wasn't meant to begin like it did. They weren't meant to meet the way they did. After all, she was only a university student and he was a ghost. Nonexistent, a rumor, a story you told your children at night. But when the most unforeseen circumstances causes their paths to cross, not once, not twice, but thrice--an encounter that ends with the vow of discretion and avoidance. They have no choice but to acknowledge they have to stay away before one of them gets hurt. Which is exactly what happens. This causes another encounter between the two, but this time with a promise of safety and security, because he owes her his life. *** "I say what I mean, and I do what I say." He assured in a low rumbling voice that had her transported back to older times. "And when I say I will keep you safe, believe me that not even a hair on your head will be touched." (COMPLETED)/0/49395/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a6af0c9ae6a2c89d99e8f61197e67b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Man Who Forgot Her
My fiancé, Floyd Meyers, announced he was canceling our engagement. He was proposing to Jaylah Ryan, an heiress, all because a psychic claimed I was the cause of his misfortune. Jaylah then falsely accused me of tearing her expensive gown. Floyd ordered his guards to slap me fifty times and forced me to kneel in the snow all night to mend it. When Jaylah's mother needed an emergency transfusion of my rare blood type, he dragged me to the hospital to be used as a living blood bag, without anesthetic. He threatened my mother and my dog, forcing me to repair an architectural model for him. When Jaylah engineered another incident, he threatened to burn my mother's hands unless I confessed to a crime I didn't commit. My own mother, terrified, screamed at me to sacrifice myself. With a numb heart, I chose my own hands, enduring the searing agony of hot coals until they were ruined and blackened. As I lay dying, he appeared only to snarl, "I hope you die and rot in the ground. I never want to see your face again." The truth shattered me when the psychic confessed Floyd had paid her to lie. He had orchestrated my downfall from the start. When I confronted him, he forced champagne down my throat and drowned me in the pool. But I woke up again, back on the day I first met Floyd Meyers./0/31092/coverorgin.jpg?v=cafedad332189ab41b083664223cdc61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love on the rooftop
LOVE ON THE ROOFTOP Blurb Amelia ran to the topmost floor in her school with tears in her eyes. Her uniform was soiled with eggs, tomatoes and flour particles. Her hair was wet with water mixed with egg dripping down her uniform making her smell bad and unkempt. She looked at the unfamiliar environment she was in and cold shivers ran down her spine. She dragged her feet to the rails with her mind in turmoil, is she ready to do this? She asked herself unsure of her decision. With a look of determination, she held the rails and began to climb. The cool evening breeze blew across her face making her hair scatter all over her tear stained face. She took in a deep breath and allowed her legs to cross over the rails in an attempt to jump out, "what are you doing?" She heard a deep masculine voice and turned abruptly in fear to see a handsome man standing few feet away from her. "Please go away" she pleaded but he stood there unmoved. "What are you doing?" He repeated coming close to her, "don't come any closer" she screamed at him and fresh tears poured out of her eyes, "what does it look like I'm doing?, I'm ending my miserable life. Why am so unfortunate?" She lamented and there was a moment of silence between the two of them. She turned back to the rails and made up her mind to jump at the count of three but at the same time, conscious of the stranger behind her. "Why are you still here? Leave now before you will be called a murderer" she said coldly scared that he might end up in jail because of her death. "I don't know why you are doing this girl" he said with a sigh "but, before you jump, look around you and tell me if you are worst than the person or people you've seen" he said, his blue eyes teary as he looked into her hazel eyes. Amelia turned her face away from him "you don't even know me nor the reason I'm feeling this way. I beg you to stay away from me" she replied stubbornly. There was silence once more until the strange man spoke up again, "since you feel that you are the only one in pains and the only way to end it is by jumping, why the f**k are you still there and not jumping!!?" He yelled and she recoiled in fear. Their tears were now streaming down their cheeks freely. "I can't do it, I'm not ready" she muttered, "yes, it's not worth it, let's be survivors" he cooed. Without thinking twice, she fell into his awaiting arms as they cried their eyes out. Who's this strange man and why do I find solace in his arms? She wondered. "What is the reason behind his tears?", "Why do I feel we are connected somehow?", "What is this feeling I'm having?" She asked no one in particular as she relaxed more in his arms. Love on the rooftop, solely written by Authoress Gifted Please do not copy/0/57217/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa868cd165d37257bbe2c750c9dad98c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adorable Twins of the President
Ace King, The most eligible bachelor of London. Being the number one eligible bachelor he didn't want to settle down. He is the CEO of King corporation. He has money, look, fame everything. Girls die to be with him. But for his arrogant nature no one dare to mess up with him. He is known for his arrogant nature and anger issues. In the business world he is known for his dominating way. His employees calls him workaholic devil behind his back. He was happy in his life until his eyes fell on Amelia, his new PA. Amelia Williams, A simple yet beautiful girl. 15 years ago, her dad met an accident and got paralyzed. After this Amelia saw her mom doing multiple jobs to buy her dad's medicine and their needs. When she got graduated she started searching for a job, so she could help her mother/1/101958/coverorgin.jpg?v=340c894240726221c2ff47483a80177c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Grand Remorse
For nearly a decade, I was the perfect wife to Grant Sloan, sacrificing my own dreams to support his meteoric rise. But when I saw a photo of him at a company gala with his young intern, Kylee, his hand on her back and a smile I hadn't seen in years, I knew my marriage was over. My world shattered further when my younger sister, Aubrie, was assaulted by her boss. I begged Grant, a top lawyer, to help her. He coldly refused, claiming his caseload was full, only to later stand in court as the defense attorney for my sister's attacker-who turned out to be Kylee's brother. The betrayal was absolute. Fueled by Kylee's vicious online campaign, Aubrie was driven to suicide, jumping from the courthouse roof as Grant and I watched. The final, sickening blow came when Kylee desecrated Aubrie's grave, grinding her ashes into the dirt over a plot she wanted for her dead puppy. Grant, finally seeing Kylee's monstrous nature, brutally punished her and her brother. He came back to me, broken and begging for forgiveness, even staging a grand public proposal. He thought his remorse could erase the blood on his hands and the ashes on the ground. I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and offered him a single word. "No."/0/66134/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc099ff4c63a0fd162d80524bcdd993b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tyrant King's Queen.
"Look at me properly and try to remember." He implored her, his silvery eyes boring into hers. Maya raised her nervous eyes to meet his. Searching her head, she tried to remember where she may have met this man before. As she stared at him, a sense of familiarity began to settle. Those eyes... she'd seen them before. Where has she seen them? One by one, the images came. The pictures from a time she had forgotten. She had helped someone with eyes just like this. Still in his embrace, a daunting realisation began to set in. She'd met this man before. Long before he even dreamed of being a king... **************** A tyrant king conquers a kingdom so he can get married to her forgotten princess. People expect a marriage filled with strife and everything but none of that happens. Instead he treats her right, worships her and kisses the very ground she walks on. Why is that? People wonder. The reason is quite simple. Years ago, the same princess had saved his life from the bitter hands of death when he was betrayed by his half brother, the crown prince of Madonia./0/81152/coverorgin.jpg?v=5087a78ac99de30a3fe51f21e7c59530&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Last Lie
My life was perfect. I was Ethan, a successful architect, seven blissful years into marriage with my high school sweetheart, Olivia. We were talking about starting a family; life was good. Then Liam walked into the cafe. "You' re Ethan, right? Olivia' s husband." The young guy smirked. "I' m Liam. Her boyfriend. She' s pregnant with my kid." My world imploded. Olivia arrived, slapped Liam, and swore he was a nobody. I wanted to believe her, desperately. But his relentless DMs chipped away at my sanity: photos of her arm wrapped around him, her distinctive bracelet, a new guitar she bought him. Then, the sickening truth: Buddy, the golden retriever I adored, was actually Liam' s dog, given to me as part of her elaborate deception. The final blow came when I overheard her. She wasn't just abandoning me for him in Maine; she' d been secretly drugging my protein shakes for weeks, actively sabotaging my lifelong dream of having children. The betrayal was malicious, beyond comprehension. Why? What monstrous game was she playing? Watching Olivia passionately kiss Liam in Maine sealed it. I was done. I left my wedding ring, a note, and my phone, Liam' s taunts still blazing on the screen. As I walked away into the cold, clean air, I knew this wasn't just an escape. This was the start of uncovering the raw, brutal truth behind every lie./0/86158/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e4bb282d65b44e87c1f159c2eced84b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Betrayal, Rising Stronger
The first thing I felt was water in my lungs, then nothing. Now, I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head throbbing, with three years of my life mysteriously wiped clean. My father explained it away as an "accident," a fall into a lake, but the icy demeanor of my supposedly devoted bodyguard, Liam, and the saccharine sweetness masking venom from my stepsister, Brittany, painted a disturbing picture. "You valued him," my father said of Liam, confirming my worst suspicions about a past I couldn't recall, yet instinctively recoiled from. The "caring" nurse, the dismissive father, the subtly cruel stepsister-they all confirmed a horrifying truth: I was the obsessed, pathetic fool in a one-sided romance. This betrayal was cemented when Brittany, in a staged "accident," showered Liam with attention, and he, without a moment' s hesitation, left me in my hospital bed to comfort her, his "concern" for her a stark contrast to his disdain for me. Why had my past self been so blind? What dark secrets lay buried in those missing three years that made me cling to a man who despised me and a family that clearly harbored ill will? The humiliation burned hotter than any fever. But in that cold realization, a new resolve was forged. The pathetic Chloe was gone, drowned in that lake. With a click, I deleted Liam' s picture and contact from my phone. My amnesia was not a curse; it was a clean slate, and I vowed to reclaim my life and burn down the world of those who had wronged me./0/85063/coverorgin.jpg?v=328bd0369828bafdae5dcff6ea851a90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Love, A Deadly Betrayal
For six years, I poured my soul into supporting Ethan, transforming blueprints for my own dreams into the foundation of his. Then he came home, reeking of another woman' s perfume, and my perfect future shattered. He mocked my paranoia, shoved me to the floor, and I lost our baby-a secret hope only I knew. But the real gut punch? Seeing that other woman, Tiffany, wearing my locket, the symbol of our eternal devotion, given to her by my husband. He later used my deadly seafood allergy against me, watching, with disdain, as I convulsed on the kitchen floor. Why was he doing this? Why was he so hell-bent on erasing me? Lying in that hospital bed, Sarah, my kind nurse, whispered a plan, a way out-my grandmother's secret safe deposit box, a new identity, and a whispered promise of escape. My real fight for survival had just begun./0/83968/coverorgin.jpg?v=d49df21d72cf72612d36997f60644e45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Napa Betrayal
My life was perfectly aligned: a positive pregnancy test, a dream wedding in Napa Valley to my fiancé, Andrew, the man I' d loved for seven years. I snapped a photo of those two pink lines, my heart overflowing. This was our future. But then, stepping into the vineyard, I overheard Andrew confessing a shocking secret: he' d married someone else, his deceased brother' s pregnant girlfriend, Maria, just yesterday. His family insisted, it was for a "Scott heir." My perfect world shattered, the joy in my chest freezing into a lead weight. My pregnancy, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a burden. In a cold, clear haze, I deleted the photo, deleted our shared future, and scheduled an impossible appointment. The lies kept piling up: Maria showing up at our menu tasting, him escorting her past me at the clinic, her Instagram announcement of "Daddy and I can't wait." His entire family celebrated a new "Scott heir," clearly complicit in his deception. How could he think I wouldn't find out? How could he believe he could have his cake and eat it too, building a life with me on a foundation of such cruel lies? He underestimated me, utterly unaware of the chilling clarity that now filled me, or what I was truly capable of. I gave a performance worthy of an Oscar, then began to systematically dismantle his carefully constructed deception, starting by packing up every single thing he owned. My wedding day became the day his life would truly end, and mine would finally begin./0/87879/coverorgin.jpg?v=f825b95a3f7254bd3e4ac21304614391&imageMogr2/format/webp)
