Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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My Story, My Proof
The sterile white hallway of the hospital echoed with the sickening crack of bone. It was my bone, shattered by Daniel Hayes, the man who once swore to cherish me. He'd just slammed my hand against the wall, shielding my ex-best friend, Chloe Davis, who feigned tears behind him. Chloe, the architect of my ruin, had twisted Daniel's amnesia, painting me as a gold-digger and our son, Ethan, as a child of questionable paternity. Daniel, stripped of memory, looked at me with cold fury, then at our infant son with contempt. "Get out," he spat, threatening security. My son, innocent in his bassinet, was disowned. The man who wept with joy at our ultrasound now called his own son a bastard, even shoving Ethan's high chair over, causing a severe injury. His cruelty knew no bounds; I sold our last symbol of love, my engagement ring, for Ethan's surgery, only for Daniel to steal our son at gunpoint. My pleas fell on deaf ears; the police sided with the powerful CEO, and a fabricated court order made me an unfit mother. How could he forget everything? How could he believe such monstrous lies? The man I loved was gone, replaced by a ruthless stranger determined to erase me. But a mother's rage is a force no amnesia can quell. With nothing left to lose, I swore to take back my son, even if it meant tearing down the empire he'd built on our shattered past./0/31249/coverorgin.jpg?v=87dbbef147c2dfccca0abaaaa43ffbb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Loved Two Princes
A tale as old as time... He ran a finger along her burning cheek, his eyes on her lips as he watched them part. "If you're found like this with me, there'll be no discussion about it. You'll definitely be stuck with me then. Are you really, really sure, princess?" Two brothers, vying for the attention of the same woman... "I do see you Zoey, whether you're at an art class or just wandering around taking in the sights. I see everything you do. That's the problem." He rounded the corner and bent down on one knee, pulling the robe over her shoulders. "Lately, all I see is you." Can one heart truly belong to two men? She's engaged. So is he. And according to the headlines, so are the mouths of their betrotheds. How far will he go for revenge? Lady Zoey is the daughter of Duke Arden, only she's never met the man. So what right does he have to marry her off to some pompous, playboy prince? Prince Aaron Condor is in love with Lady Emily Maine. But when King Henry and Duke Arden decide to mend fences, Aaron ends up engaged to newcomer Zoey. Duke James Beaumont returns to Caines after being exiled five years ago. He's only back to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Emily Maine. 3 months later, Aaron and Emily are caught together in a compromising liplock. James wants revenge. Zoey wants someone to tell her it's okay to give her fiance a second chance. When the jilted lovers meet on the streets of Caines and he proposes to her, Zoey learns that that person is not James Beaumont. She meets with James again anyway and accidentally ends up married to him. It was all a drunken mistake, but that doesn't make The King's Guard hunting them any less real. One small-town girl turned noblewoman, an entitled heiress and two best friends who just can't stop getting mixed up with the same women./0/25148/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ad4ea6a41fb7c6fcd76b5d01ac0bdd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vanished Lover
Because of a mistake, Jill Grace was pregnant with a stranger’s baby. She expected that the man would marry her for this baby anyway, however, she did not realize that she was wrong until the man took her new-born baby away and vanished. Five years later, when Jill occasionally saved Leon’s son from a car accident and made a contract marriage with Leon, the truth was gradually getting known./0/36568/coverorgin.jpg?v=0472eac235439ea2e5e04ced168183fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Half Faced Alpha
“From today henceforth, you will carry disdain on your face. Till you find the destined mate. The one who will willingly run to you.." "I want to help you avoid your fate. That king will never find you for as long as I live." "Fall in love with me...And I'll show you all of the beautiful things life has to offer." Alpha Axton, a ruthless Alpha of the dreaded pack of whispers, one that is widely feared by all, one that is never seen, only heard of, one that screams of blood thirst and war conquers a witch infested village on the other side of the moon, earning himself a curse from the Pack's head witch. He will carry her curse until no one is afraid of him, until a woman willingly walks to him. He resigns to his fate knowing no one will come, until a naive girl, living away from everyone finds him one day.../0/84125/coverorgin.jpg?v=a86c8f21632b05c1e7231cb99af4651c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill
My husband, Matthew, was on a ski trip with his mistress, and his assistant, Stella, sweetly told me the Henderson project needed sorting, fever or not. When I tried to call in sick, Matthew scoffed, dismissing my 104-degree fever as "drama." After eight years of being treated like dirt, humiliated and controlled by him, I calmly told him I wanted a divorce, but he only laughed, reminding me he paid for my ailing father' s expensive medical treatments. Minutes later, a company-wide Slack poll popped up: "Is Gabrielle's divorce threat for real this time?" Matthew voted "Fake," and my colleagues piled on with ridicule. When I typed "It's real. I've hired a lawyer. And I quit," I knew my life was about to explode. Still reeling, I went to the office to deliver my resignation, only to be met by Stella. In a horrifying live company video call with Matthew, she had maintenance workers dump buckets of ice water on me, drenching my feverish body. I collapsed, hitting my head on a glass table, and the world went black. Waking in the ER with a concussion, Matthew stood over me, fuming about the cost and the "scene" I'd made, completely devoid of concern. Then came the news: my father's life-saving procedure had been cancelled while I was unconscious. It was Stella, who had used my phone to cancel it and steal the $50,000 bonus Matthew had promised me, gloating that she was Matthew' s ultimate problem-solver. My father was gone. Killed by their casual cruelty. But as the raw agony tore through me, I realized something cold and clear: they had pushed me too far, and now, they would pay. I would take nothing from Matthew but my freedom, and then I would watch their carefully constructed world burn./0/86628/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8ab6e238e7d14a28dbaea7ea7b05621&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal In A Care Package
My phone buzzed on the workbench, a welcome distraction from the failing painting in front of me. It was Sophia, my wife, her voice sweet and composed, the way it always was for her millions of online followers. She needed a "care package" for a wilderness retreat, a three-hour drive away, in a brewing storm. I, the dutiful husband, agreed. But when my beat-up sedan skidded and the box burst open, my world shattered. It wasn' t camping gear. It was a collection of expensive adult toys and delicate lingerie-things she' d never worn for me. My "care package" was for her sponsored student, Liam. The realization hit me like a physical blow. This wasn' t a mistake; it was a brazen betrayal, and the sweetest voice I knew had just ripped my heart out. A cold dread settled in my chest, a hollow, aching void. Then my phone buzzed again. "Ethan, where are you? It' s taking forever! Liam and I are getting really bored out here. And we need that stuff." Bored. They were bored, waiting for their toys, while I drove three hours to deliver the proof of my shattered marriage. The sweetness in her voice was gone now, replaced by sharp impatience. The last thread of denial snapped. This was a deliberate, cruel mockery. A rage, cold and hard, started to simmer beneath the pain. She wasn't going to get away with this. "I' m close," I said, my voice flat and unfamiliar. "I' ll be there soon." I would deliver her package. And then I would look her in the eye./0/19673/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd18189cc42de82a079270e6b16d8bad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Night with Mr CEO
Sypnosis. Childhood Friends always have a special place in our hearts. It may get reignited as teenagers or in adulthood, Their paths changes as they grow up, but their promises were sometimes give them hope, Fifteen years ago,"There once was a boy named Alex ,He has a childhood friend named Lily whom he adores so much and at a young age he felt being in love and started making promises to the girl he loved.Alexandrian Romano, a successful businessman the sole heir and CEO of Romano group of company, Lily Dela Cruz,married and bears a lovely daughter. Seems like Fate will never stop until they met again to fulfil their promises But in this situation how can the two accept and face the realities of their present. Will there be a way for them to reunite in the future?/0/61911/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7b1a23f35693c30443a1feb8ae39b6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Strings Attached
'Oh God pretty please! This looks too good to be true.' Mia thought as she pushed her lips forward with her eyes closed to be kissed. Rey's breath got labored, he had to fight against getting a hard-on just looking at her this way. 'What is she doing to me?' He saw the way her eyes closed in earnest, trying to get a kiss from him. He almost gave in but held himself back at the last minute, what was wrong with him!? This is against the contract; she said it herself, 'no strings attached.' This, this whole thing was breaching the contract. "What do you think you are doing?" Rey chuckled loudly making Mia's eyes open abruptly. "What." She looked at his mocking gaze and felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs. "Do you have what it takes to kiss me?" The question rang over and again in her head, and her eyes blurred with tears. Looking down to avoid him seeing her hurt which he already noticed by the way, she shook her head in response. "You must be delusional." Rey avoided looking at Mia after seeing the initial hurt in her eyes. He knew his words were hurtful, but he had to say them to cut any unnecessary bond between them; this was purely a business transaction and nothing else. 'Delusional' repeated itself in Mia's head and whatever romantic thought she had about him died instantly. "What was it you wanted to do? Kiss me even when I pay you. ****** Mia who had sat down on the pile of her clothes with her now dried body, looked about distraught. "I shouldn't have allowed him anywhere close to me." Her eyes were reddened, and her lips pouted as she was about to cry. In such an intense moment, she forgot there were to be no strings attached, and everything was to be transactional. Holding onto the pain and embarrassment of the night, she vowed never to allow herself to fall too cheap for his deliberate deception. ******* "Reynaldo Davies, the first and only son of The Davies, finds himself in a constricted situation of choosing a wife, a command made clear by his Father, Mr Davies, on turning sixty, otherwise, young Davies would forfeit his inheritance to his younger sister. He makes a business proposal with Mia, his cook, who has no expectation of any kind, coming from the fling Reynaldo. In desperation, she agrees but only on the condition that certain lines are drawn and rules are kept. All is fair and clear until Celine, Reynaldo's high school friend, comes into the picture. His mother had arranged an engagement for them against Reynaldo's persistence in dating his cook, "acting as his girlfriend". Would this act bloom into something beautiful? What would be the fate of Mia? Would Celine succeed in her quest for love? Will he gain his inheritance?/0/83030/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c97bc4455aeb867a550259f5db2821d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Love, Stolen Identity
Sarah Miller and Ethan Vanderbilt were a unit, nearly a decade strong, their love a rebellion against his old-money East Coast family, especially his disapproving mother. Then, a devastating crash left Ethan with amnesia, his life clinging by a thread, desperately needing a rare bone marrow transplant – a perfect match Sarah bravely provided. But when she awoke, weak yet hopeful, she found Ethan by the side of Ashley Davenport, a 'friend' always coveting him, who now claimed she was his fiancée and his savior. Ethan, his eyes empty of recognition, looked right through Sarah as his mother, Eleanor, coldly dismissed her as an 'unstable fan,' allowing her to stay only as a tormented household servant. Every day, Sarah endured Ashley' s taunts, Tiffany' s cruelty, and Ethan' s chilling indifference, watching her life, her love, erased before her eyes. The man who once whispered 'You're my angel' now lashed out with contempt, accusing her of theft, of trying to harm the woman who stole her place. The systematic destruction of their shared memories, coupled with Ethan' s utter lack of recall, fueled an agonizing despair: how could he forget their entire life, his love for her, the sacrifice she made? Finally, unjustly accused of theft and violent outbursts by the deceptive duo, Sarah was brutally cast out of the mansion, broken and alone, with nowhere left to turn. Yet, just when all hope seemed lost, a quiet act of kindness from an unexpected source offered a glimmer of light and a chance at a new beginning, far from the Vanderbilt' s cruel facade./0/88036/coverorgin.jpg?v=53d0619f6722de76e0bdcf268e973f56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Chances Gone
For three years, I was James Cole's wife, a title he forced on me. But his relentless, obsessive love started to win me over. I was even pregnant with our child, finally daring to hope for a future together. But the day I got the positive pregnancy test, the man who had been obsessed with me was gone. He began publicly chasing a young intern, Janay Rodgers, showering her with the same grand romantic gestures he once used to win my heart. To win her over, he leaked a twisted story about my mother abandoning me, turning the public against me. He accused me of poisoning Janay and sided with his father to force me into a risky paternity test that threatened our baby's life. He orchestrated a live TV interview where my own mother was paid to call me a gold-digger, all to make Janay look like a triumphant hero. When I collapsed in pain on stage from the shock, he ignored my pleas for help. He was too busy comforting Janay, who had a "broken wrist." I lost our child that day. Lying alone in the hospital, I heard his father demand he divorce me. His brother brought me the papers. I signed them without a second thought. I didn't want his money or his apologies. I just wanted to disappear from his life forever./0/18578/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d31f2ad6bd29fcd3bfbddaefc0de7de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Destined Love
***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** She was an orphan and she had only her brother who took care of her. She was betrayed by the love of her life, her virginity was sold, she was raped, broken and she left the city to never come back, but destiny had different plans for her. He was a billionaire; name any business where his company was not on top. Well, known playboy, girls were like clothes for him but an incident changed his life. “What have I done to offend? Why are you doing this to me?” she said shivering and crying He smirked walked closer to her face to face with devilish aura and said “you make my mind go crazy, I am crazy about you, and you belong to me only me, only I can see you feel you touch you, and don’t ever think you can escape from me”/0/84438/coverorgin.jpg?v=38d1ce94fe955eb91395a11fb14f80bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Betrayal: Her New Beginning
I woke up, not from sleep, but like snapping back into a nightmare I'd already lived. The cramped cabin's stale air, pine scent – hauntingly familiar. Jake stood there, hand out, his voice wheedling: "Sarah, Brenda needs that locket." Brenda. The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. My mother' s locket was still at my neck. Last time, I' d blindly given it to them, believing Brenda' s lies about feeling close to my mom. It was my first, fatal mistake. Brenda claimed it brought her luck, and it did. For her. While I… I died. On a remote hiking trail, an "accident" watched by both Brenda and Jake. His shifty eyes, fixed on me, pushed the same line: "Brenda just feels so close to your mom with it." A predator, I thought. A searing memory flashed: Brenda flaunting my locket, smiling, as I lay broken in that ravine, utterly abandoned. The betrayal, agony, my sickening idiocy pursuing love that led to my death. The sheer injustice burned. But not again. "The locket?" I feigned confusion. "Oh, I think I lost it." His face fell. Good. This time, I would live. I would fight. I just needed to hold on ten more days. My brother, Major Mike Collins, was coming./0/86941/coverorgin.jpg?v=d60859033bf1dbee648f3b05519a9668&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Lie Sung: His Deception, Her Amnesia
The world believes Liam Carter wrote the greatest love song of the decade for the woman on stage. He didn't. He wrote it about me. And now, Olivia, the woman singing it, my Olivia, is engaged to him, just three years after doctors gave me my diagnosis and she vanished. I' m here, in a stadium seat, my final breath getting closer, watching her. She' s polished, famous, beautiful. But her voice, the one that once sang me to sleep, now sings a song about my death, written by another man. Liam Carter, handsome and confident, proposes. Olivia cries happy tears, says yes. The stadium erupts, celebrating a love found, a perfect happy ending. Everyone is part of this moment. Everyone except me. I am the forgotten footnote in a story that used to be mine. The pain in my chest is no longer an ache; it' s a sharp blade. It' s not just the cancer. It' s the sight of her, so happy, in a life I have no part in, a life built on the ashes of ours. Then, blood. A hot, wet cough, and blood on my hand. I have to get out. My body is failing, but a new truth begins to emerge. It was all a lie. She didn' t just leave me. She was taken./0/80840/coverorgin.jpg?v=734d114b29e5a966f3f3b4f8f29d4058&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Secret Son
Ethan Miller, a dedicated architect, sacrificed his dreams for a decade to support his powerful CEO wife, Victoria, believing they shared a deep, quiet bond. He loved her, despite a quiet sorrow about being told they likely couldn't have children. Then, Victoria dropped a bombshell: she'd been drugged in Miami and slept with Liam, her young intern turned personal assistant. Six months later, a shocking hospital visit revealed she was pregnant—with Liam's baby. Instead of choosing Ethan, Victoria ruthlessly prioritized Liam and the child, systematically pushing her husband out of their shared life. He faced public humiliation and false accusations, orchestrated by Liam, isolating Ethan further. After their divorce, Liam's malice peaked with a brutal alley mugging, leaving Ethan beaten and alone, specifically told, "That's from Liam." Just when he thought he'd hit rock bottom, a devastating cancer diagnosis struck, a cruel irony after such profound betrayal. How could a man who gave everything be reduced to this, facing emotional ruin, physical assault, and a life-threatening illness, seemingly at his ex-wife's lover's mercy? From this darkest hour, a surprising ally emerged: Scarlett Dubois, who not only saved him but stood by him through his grueling recovery, hinting at a future he never imagined./1/101959/coverorgin.jpg?v=c467d70dac4144bcefc3e4e149b68172&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Panic Room's Deadly Secret
I was eight months pregnant when my husband drugged me and locked me in our panic room. The contractions started immediately, fierce and too soon. He told me over the intercom that his late partner's widow was also in labor. Her child had to be born first to inherit billions from a tech fund. He ignored my screams, my pleas, the blood soaking through my nightgown. He called me dramatic and manipulative. His sister arrived, not to help, but to inject me with another drug to "keep me quiet." I felt my baby's life fading along with my own. I was left to die, a casualty of my husband's greed. But he made one fatal mistake. He never knew I was Elinor Guzman, the sole heir to the Sterling empire. And now, two years after my supposed death, I'm back to collect the debt he owes-with interest./0/85846/coverorgin.jpg?v=23f10a93ce9e5d71d7fb9d742fc13aee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe's Web, Liam's Freedom
Today was supposed to be my fourth wedding to Chloe, my fiancée since we were sixteen. I stood at the altar, surrounded by friends and family, the grand church filled with white roses. But instead of Chloe, her maid of honor rushed down the aisle, clutching her phone, her face etched with panic. Then, my phone vibrated. A text from Chloe: "I' m so sorry, Liam. I can' t. Mark needs me. He' s at the hospital. He said he was in a car accident." Not again. Another one of Mark' s car accident lies, the same one he used months ago. Hundreds of eyes fixed on me, a mix of pity and morbid curiosity. This wasn't postponement; it was a public execution. Tears of profound humiliation stung my eyes. My decade of devotion meant nothing; she chose her manipulative assistant over me, again. Then, a new notification. A social media post from Mark. A selfie. Mark, smug and triumphant. And Chloe, asleep on his shoulder, in a hotel room, not a hospital. "Some things are worth fighting for. So happy you' re finally mine," the caption read. Rage, hot and white-hot, surged through me. This was a calculated, public humiliation. They weren't hiding; they were celebrating. Then, a message request from Mark. A picture. Chloe, asleep in the hotel bed. My wedding dress, draped over a chair in the background, a ghostly white sentinel. He had planned this. He was taunting me. Mark answered my call, his voice smooth and arrogant. "We're at the Grand Star Hotel, room 1208. You know, the one right next to the general hospital. It' s so much more comfortable for Chloe to rest here while I recover from my, ah, 'terrible accident' ." He laughed, a smug, ugly sound. He sent another picture: Chloe' s hand, intertwined with his. My great-grandmother' s engagement ring gone, replaced by a simple gold band. "It feels like nothing," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "You can have her." I hung up. I left it all behind, the house, the memories, the woman. I was free, but I had to fight to stay that way./0/31406/coverorgin.jpg?v=c318dfb2252654179b0b5b54d8434c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY SINFUL STEPBROTHER
I left my dad and sis home rushing to visit my fiancé. Even though my dad and sister rejected the idea, I had no option. Its been over two years and I have not spend time with him. It’s the eve of his graduation and I will love to surprise him. I took a flight which lasted for 5hours. From the East Coast to the West, transferred twice, switched subway and then bus to get here on time. Finally I got to my destination I’m in front of his apartment but something unbelievable is ongoing inside his room. My fiancé! Fucking with another lady after putting a ring on my finger as a sign of love? This ring is fake!/0/20299/coverorgin.jpg?v=9504d48fee89e8086f5e8bb3a62be98e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage at a Distance
When Priya's parents blackmail her into a arranged marriage with rich and cold Raj as part of a business arrangement, she rejects it outright. Spending her childhood alone while her parents hopped around the globe, made her cynical towards anything they proposed. But when a weak moment makes her take the plunge into the marriage, she has no choice but to let her newly-wed husband know how she hates being married to him and how she longs for freedom from him, her parents. He silently lets her go. She decides to never sets her eyes on him again. With divorce settlement still not complete, she decides to pursue her dream of being a creative writer in Virgina Tech University, USA. When she bumps on to her not-yet-ex-husband in coffee shop, her life turns upside down. A problem at her home forces her to move in with Raj and sparks begin to fly with their close proximity.Jealousy, desire, longing take over her entire body mind But does Raj feel the same about her? And what about the fact that he married her as part of business arrangement and not love?/0/86159/coverorgin.jpg?v=09f804e078e0b7f45b4ef6ad7f554b40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected Love, Contracted Life
My 22nd birthday was supposed to be perfect, the night I finally confessed my love to Ethan Vance, my guardian and the only family I had left. I found him in his study, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and leather, but his smile vanished as I told him, "I want you, Ethan. Not as a guardian. Not as a father figure. I'm in love with you." His words, sharp and dismissive, cut me deeper than any knife: "Don't be ridiculous, Ava. You're my ward. You're a child. I raised you! To even think of me that way is… inappropriate. It's wrong." He then called in his fiancée, Brittany, a woman who seemed to glide in on a cloud of malice, and announced their engagement, telling me, "Brittany's room has the best morning light. I'm sure Ava won't mind moving to one of the guest suites." My sanctuary, my home where I poured my dreams into jewelry designs, was being given away, just like that. How could the man who promised to protect me, who cheered my every success, betray me so cruelly? Left with nothing but the echoes of his rejection, fueled by humiliation and a desperate need for escape, I pulled out my phone and texted a man I barely knew: "Mr. Hayes, is your offer for a contract marriage still on the table? I'm ready."/0/66448/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f7554337ce5436aa5701e05d33cb3df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
