Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Chloe, My Only Regret
Our marriage was a five-year war, a slow burn of mutual revenge. I thought he hated me for trapping him, especially after I hid that letter from his college sweetheart, Sarah Jenkins. He retaliated by bringing other women home, making them use my mug, sit in my chair, their perfume a constant torment he inflicted just to see the pain on my face. After years of fighting for even a sliver of his attention, I woke up from a nightmare so vivid, so terrifyingly real, it felt like a premonition: a future where he'd force me to sacrifice everything for Sarah, leaving me ruined and discarded. The terror of that vision compelled me to act; I demanded a divorce, expecting a fight, only for him to agree to my outrageous demand of 50% of his company shares. Just as I believed I was finally free, I walked into a bar and saw him, playing the devoted hero to Sarah, shielding her from two thugs. He accused me of orchestrating the whole thing, his fury blinding him to my innocence, confirming his deep-seated belief that I was nothing but a manipulative monster. Then, just as I was about to walk out on him for good, he ambushed me, dragging me into a private room, his rage-filled kiss a violation, yet confusingly, it stirred something within me I swore was long dead. The nightmare, however, brought me back to reality, and I pushed him away, screaming for him to go to Sarah, desperate to escape the dangerous flicker of hope his touch ignited. When I presented a revised divorce agreement, offering to take less, he simply shredded it, then later, I watched, horrified, as he chauffeured Sarah around in my Porsche. His phone call came late, a vulnerable whisper, claiming a car accident, drawing me to him despite everything, only for me to find him drunk, unhurt, and suddenly, bewilderingly, in tears, confessing his enduring love and tearing up yet another document – this time, a full transfer of his company shares to me. I placed Sarah's letter, the one I had hidden, beside him, ready to finally reveal the truth, only for him to casually dismiss it, claiming he never loved her, and admitted to hiring actresses for five years to make me jealous. Only then did I confess my own deception, and the realization of our shared, foolish misunderstanding brought us crashing together, five years of wasted pride melting away as he pulled me into his arms, finally understanding the depth of our love./0/54092/coverorgin.jpg?v=7683d4a6a2cc2fa85c559a2df8fd91c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BECOME THE IMPROMPTU WIFE OF AN AROGANT CEO
Lavendra, a woman married to a CEO named Daza, feels devastated knowing that she is only one of the requirements for Daza's grandfather's inheritance. Her heart hurt even more when she found out that Daza still had a girlfriend named Lora. However, since it had already happened and dhe wanted the marriage to have the happy ending she had dreamed of, Lavendra finally decided to fight to win Daza's heart. She tries to make Daza fall in love with him, even though it is very difficult because Lora keeps bothering her. Lavendra sacrificed a lot of time and energy to win her husband's heart until, without realizing it, Lavendra felt tired of what she had been through. She felt stupid and hopeless. "Turns out I was too naive to dream of a sweet wedding."/1/115413/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d90ede8aedad0ac327c774c861499d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Requiem of Sin - A Mafia Romance
I walked into the wrong hotel room... To a naked man fresh out of the shower. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby. I should've left as soon as I saw him. He was too beautiful to be real. I got halfway to the door... And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide. "Who hurt you?" he said when he glimpsed the bruises. "Let me fix it." I should've said no. But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe. And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness... Well, I won't turn my nose up at that. But nothing in this life comes without strings attached. My angel gives me a night from heaven... When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil. And not just any devil. This devil knows where I'm from. Who I am. What I've done. And he's determined to make me pay for all of it./0/61879/coverorgin.jpg?v=c55f873a7e459b446ba20698f1105049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Ex-boyfriend's Rival
"I broke up with Jiang Chen in the year he loved me the most. He repeatedly told his friends that the person he wanted to marry was his 'white moonlight.' Our eight years together became an unprecedented joke. My child was cruelly harmed by his 'white moonlight.' Yet, he coldly pushed me away, saying he had never seen someone as scheming as I was, using an imaginary child to frame others. When I walked into the wedding hall with someone else, he cried and pleaded with me, 'I’ve been by your side for a full eight years. Why could you so easily marry another man?'"/0/94324/coverorgin.jpg?v=f871ccea958724f2bd2a0cb8a69440af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wedding Gift: His Public Execution
Ten days before my wedding, I learned my fiancé-the man who swore to heal my abandonment issues-was cheating for a "final taste of freedom." His betrayal cost me our unborn child, and then he had the audacity to beg me to give my blood to save his mistress's life. He expected to see me walking down the aisle, but I planned a different kind of show: a wedding gift that would be his public execution./0/91404/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f27a8ea715f4cb92deb81a300567681&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Body Double For His Obsession
I was an artist hired to be a companion for the reclusive billionaire, Kane Miller. I fell in love with the broken man I thought I was saving. Then I discovered the truth. He was secretly recording our intimate moments, only to use deepfake technology to replace my face with my stepsister Coral' s. I wasn't his lover; I was a body double for his obsession. When Coral framed me for assault, Kane didn't just believe her-he watched as his guards beat me. Later, he sent thugs to shatter my right hand, destroying my career as an artist. To protect Coral's reputation before her wedding, he had me thrown in a detention center, coldly calling me a "plaything" he was done with. He destroyed my body, my career, and my heart, all for a woman who was lying to his face. But in that cold cell, I got an offer from the stepfather who had once cast me out. He wanted me to marry a disabled tech heir, Keegan Marks, in exchange for my mother's massive trust fund. I took the deal. I walked out of that jail, left the city, and flew to marry a stranger, finally choosing to escape the man who broke me./0/86213/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8b7ad356b2a9e3cb497c9c7cf88f09f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Empire of Ash, A Heart of Steel
To save his date from a spilled drink, he ripped my mother's priceless shawl from my shoulders and used it as a rag. In front of a thousand people, Kurt Salazar showed me my place. But the ultimate humiliation was yet to come. He had me design my own wedding gown-only to use it for his public proposal to another woman. The shock nearly killed me, landing me in the hospital with a literally broken heart. He thought I was just another mess to be cleaned up. He didn't know that from the shards of my heart, a new designer would be born. Now, his name is a curse, his fortune is ash, and he's obsessed with the woman whose soul he tried to steal. He's about to learn that some debts can only be paid in ruin!/0/86862/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0ff9f6a6e1568384cd225691e061983&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Compass, A Betrayal, A Life
The first sign was a hotel receipt I didn' t recognize, crumpled in my husband' s suit pocket, for an "Ocean View Suite" for two. He was supposed to be at a tech conference that night. The next evening, I followed him. He left his office building with a woman, his new assistant, Chloe Davis. They were laughing, and his hand was on the small of her back as they entered a fancy downtown restaurant. I watched them inside, looking like a couple in love. When I stumbled and dropped my purse outside, I heard Chloe say, "She' ll never find out, Mark. She' s too trusting." And Mark replied, "I know. But Ava… she' s sensitive." "Sensitive." The word felt like a slap. I confronted them, only for Mark to defend Chloe, who feigned illness and leaned on him. Then I saw it: my fifth-anniversary gift, an architect' s compass, dangling from Chloe' s neck. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I was three months pregnant. Mark chose her, shielding her as if I were the threat. I collapsed, blood pooling on the pavement, my baby gone. He had killed our child. Yet, in the hospital, he sided with Chloe again, letting her lie about her miscarriage, then using my dog, Daisy, to force my apology. Why did he abandon me so utterly, so cruelly? How could the man I loved destroy everything we had built, and then blame me? I was lost, but a new resolve sparked within me. I was not alone. My loyal Daisy, waiting at home, was my last pure comfort. I called my lawyer and asked for divorce papers./0/30408/coverorgin.jpg?v=0985de344c1c433eeb43657a4a7e6a78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mafia's Obsession
I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed milk skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life./0/84591/coverorgin.jpg?v=a00eb636f3d2da66baeaf8532a3cc138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cuckold's Revelation
My flight home felt endless, a week away from my pregnant wife, Emily, feeling like a year. I pictured her glowing, her smile lighting up the house, ready to welcome me back. But the moment I walked through the door, my world began to fracture. The house was eerily silent, a strange smell in the air, and an overflowing trash can spoke of neglect. Then, Emily' s weak voice called from upstairs, her face pale and clammy, clutching her stomach in pain. At the hospital, a doctor' s cryptic words about "strenuous activity" and needing to be "gentle" left me bewildered, a knot of unease tightening in my chest. I brushed it off, attributing it to stress, clinging to the flimsy explanation when I found a strange bruise on her collarbone-one she vaguely claimed was from clumsiness. But the flimsy facade shattered when I found cigarette ash in our master bathroom sink. I don't smoke, and Emily despises it, making her flimsy explanation about her stepfather stopping by ring hollow. My mother-in-law later confirmed my stepfather-in-law quit smoking years ago, sealing the growing dread in my stomach. Then, my own mother mentioned a new white sedan Emily was seen getting out of, driven by a man-a car I certainly hadn't bought. The pieces clicked into a terrifying mosaic: the doctor' s warning, the bruise, the ash, the unknown man, the mysterious car. But nothing prepared me for the final blow at the doctor' s follow-up: "The fetus is measuring closer to twelve weeks, Mr. Davis." Twelve weeks. A full month older than it should be, a month when I was working fourteen-hour days, thousands of miles away. My world imploded. The doctor wasn't accusing me; he was warning me about her affair. The baby wasn't mine. My wife had cheated, and the life I thought we had built was a cruel, elaborate lie. The man who was supposed to be a father was now the biggest fool. I was a cuckold. And I was going to find out everything./0/24568/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a4c2e84ee3eb46c27d1384e186cec86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Give Me A Chance
Harry Cooper is the CEO of a renowned company in America. Emma Anderson is working as his assistant. One day, she finds out Harry's secrets as well as his crimes and while escaping to save her life from Harry she meets with Carter. Carter Hudson is a renowned singer of world's biggest band 'Rewind'. He is a handsome dashing man that everyone can get lost in. Carter first doesn’t want to help Emma but when he finds out that she was escaping from Harry, he starts to help her. With Emma's behaviour, he starts to fall for her. And starting to protect her from Harry. But when he finds out Emma doesn’t love him, he decides to make her fall for him. Will Emma fall for Carter? Will Carter be able to save Emma from Harry? Let's find out../0/85240/coverorgin.jpg?v=710106b52d6339c8ddf64226f8d6d9ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Puppet Unstrung: Chloe's Freedom
The architectural gala was a cruel joke, but I went anyway. It was a habit, just like everything else in my life with Mark. Then I saw Ethan. My childhood friend, the man who' d promised to always be there, now stood across the room, radiating a happiness I hadn' t seen in years, a peace I' d never known. His eyes found mine, and his face hardened into cold disappointment. Then he introduced her: Sarah, his fiancée. My throat tightened as Sarah, blissfully unaware, gushed about our "childhood adventures," each word a barb. "We just decided," Ethan said, his gaze heavy with judgment. "Funny, isn\'t it? How people can just decide to move on." The accusation hung in the air, a direct hit to my years of indecision with Mark. A sharp memory sliced through me: Ethan, on a rooftop under the stars, promising, "Chloe, no matter what, I\'ll always be here. Always." Another memory superimposed: crying in his car last year, Mark' s fifth betrayal. "You don\'t have to go back," Ethan had whispered, his knuckles white, his own heart breaking. But I always did. I was trapped in a cruel narrative, the foolish heroine always returning to Mark. But standing there, under Ethan\'s cold stare, something snapped. The fog receded. The invisible strings went slack. For the first time, I saw the depth of love I' d thrown away, the man I' d shattered. I was awake. The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had been a puppet, and my own hands had helped the puppeteer. I fled, called Ethan, begged for five minutes on the rooftop. But when I found him, he was kissing Sarah, a deep, loving kiss that sealed a future without me. He knew. He knew the significance of the dress Sarah wore, the childhood bird she' d found, the ring he' d given her. He' d weaponized our past, deliberately erased me, and now wanted me to be Sarah' s maid of honor. I was being punished, his words a final, killing blow. "Now, all I can think is how lucky I am that it\'s Sarah who gets to wear it. Not you." Then Sarah' s chilling confession: she was a transmigrator. She had manipulated everything, using my self-destruction to drive Ethan into her arms. "You were just keeping him warm for me," she' d said, her smile triumphant, cruel. "Thank you for giving him to me." The world shifted. I hadn\'t just been a victim of a story; I' d been the target of a predator. At the pre-wedding dinner, Ethan' s mother publicly humiliated me, calling me "unstable," unworthy. Ethan, my last hope, simply asked, "What are you even doing here, Chloe?" Later, on the beach, I overheard him tell his friend about me. "Loved her?" he scoffed. "Come on, Mike. Don\'t be ridiculous. I was just a nice guy. She was a mess. I felt sorry for her. That\'s all it ever was." 'That' s all it ever was.' Twenty years of shared history, dismissed in a single, careless sentence. It shattered me, then freed me. The ghost of what we had was finally dead. I gathered every memento of our shared past, everything that tied me to the old Chloe, and burned them. A funeral. A baptism. I was burning the girl who lived for a love that was never real. I packed my bags for Africa. My flight was in a few hours. This was it. As I waited for the elevator, it opened. There he was. Ethan. Probably here to play the concerned friend one last time. He opened his mouth. "Don\'t," I said. My voice was flat, devoid of all emotion. "There\'s nothing left to say." He saw the emptiness in my eyes. He saw he had finally broken me. Or maybe, he saw that I had finally broken free. The elevator doors closed between us for the last time. I was going to Africa. And I was going alone./0/28137/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a3d3cd21afbe7d8f2ca8fc17cd638e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's treasures
"Bella! You don't have to be afraid. I will protect you. Whoever dares to touch you, I will kill them. " "Why do you love me? I'm a person with no money, no status, and I can't help you develop your business. I'm a useless person. Why are you treating me so well? Bella cried and pushed Otis out, Otis' gentle touch made Bella's heart tremble uncontrollably. Otis held Bella in his arms, gently stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and whispered in Bella's ear in his soft voice. "Because you're the one who makes my heart flutter." --------------------------------------------- Otis was harmed by others by putting aphrodisiacs in drinking water. He accidentally meets Bella and makes love to her. After Otis wakes up, he regrets it and promises to make up for Bella's innocence./0/25217/coverorgin.jpg?v=eff94ba83f5048dd162e092f8e7ee80e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forced Rich Marriage
What Billionaire Donnah wants, Donnah gets. And Donnah wants CEO Kelvin, so she forced him to marry her. For his revenge, Kelvin brought another woman on their honeymoon. Unable to stand the insult, Donnah shouted: \"Since you have sex with another woman, then I will have sex with another man too!\". Donna walked out of their honeymoon suite in extreme anger. But Kelvin decided to let the spoiled heiress join his sex bed. Donna refused, sp a long night of violent fight and punishing sex followed, giving Donnah four stitches on her beautiful face and several more between her legs. Her honeymoon injuries required a blood transfusion, making her unable to stand for six weeks. Donnah only wanted a romantic love story with her first love, not wrestling or martial arts night!. Another night with her sex maniac husband will send her to death! She must undo her marriage and file a divorce! But after that night, Kelvin has changed his mind. He decided to stay with Donnah and enjoy punishing her more. The smell of her blood excites him like a madman!/0/22297/coverorgin.jpg?v=627b79f4e4cd942fc6c23c3e1f62799c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Handsome Billionaire CEO (every woman's man)
Lee is the most handsome and most wanted young man in the whole of the city where he resides. He is a gentle man with so much money that every woman wants to be with him. And that is the reason they call him THE YOUNGEST CEO! Even if it's just for them to spend a night with him, having sex the whole night, they still would not bother about it. Even though they knew he has a serious date. All that matters to them is his affection and attention, and of course...his money! Women around both from far and near melts just by the mere mention of the name LEE! Find out more about this amazing guy!/0/44684/coverorgin.jpg?v=34b705a7b0bad8dd801f1f551e1d1302&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Her Shoes
Lara Smith is a 30-year-old woman who has been living a dull and lonely life. She doesn't have a family of her own, she doesn't have her own savings, and she is working hard like a dog, just to make ends meet. She wished to be like Amanda Montserrat, a beautiful, rich and a powerful woman who owns Etoile Cosmetics company. The world is her oyster, and she lives a perfect live. She's a trillionaire, she's a genius woman running a cosmetic empire on her own and she is engaged to be married to Emmett Albreicht, who is an extremely famous hotel magnate. While on a company field trip, Lara was involved in a tragic accident, and she was in a comatose state for a year. As she wakes up from her slumber, she realized in horror that she is she's been trapped into a different body! She is now living the life of Amanda Montserrat and she doesn't have any choice but to live a different life while thinking on how to get back to her original body!/0/61880/coverorgin.jpg?v=539a5f53160cb05d81e9ac4e1f899ab1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Super-rich Boyfriend's Trick
Here's the translation: "My boyfriend is a top-tier rich second generation. To test whether I would give everything for him, he hid his identity and lived off me for three years. He even asked me to help him treat his depression, spending twenty thousand a month on expert consultations. I scrimped and saved, working tirelessly delivering takeout, while my colleagues and friends looked down on me. The final test my boyfriend gave me was to spend the last of my savings on luxury goods, to see if I would forgive him for love. But unexpectedly— As I stood outside the hotel private room delivering takeout, I heard the whole truth. I slowly pushed open the door to the room and saw him lavishly spending on a little princess, casually throwing around millions on bags and tens of millions on jewelry..."/0/81347/coverorgin.jpg?v=1981d9fb5e9ab7015d467ee32a0738f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Senator's Secret Son
I' m Sarah Jenkins, an independent graphic designer who only longed for a child, not a husband. Five years ago, after a traumatic past, I built a quiet, safe life in Northern California with my son, Leo. I was finally marrying Mark, a kind, stable man, promising us the uncomplicated future we deserved. But peace was fleeting. A week before my wedding, Jax, security chief for Alexander Sterling-the powerful man I' d fled-appeared. He knew. They found me. Then, Alexander himself stepped from a black SUV, confirming my greatest fear: my meticulously faked death and new identity were exposed. The once-amnesiac man, now a formidable Senator, was intent on reclaiming what he believed was his. He publicly crashed my wedding, declaring Leo his son and me his wife. He tore apart the quiet world I' d painstakingly built, leaving me utterly exposed before our stunned community. My heart pounded with terror. Six years hiding, fearing discovery, only to be dragged back into his dangerous orbit? The abandonment, the cold payoff, years of fear-all surged back. What did Senator Sterling, a man of immense influence, truly want from the woman he' d discarded and the child he' d presumed dead? Then he knelt, not accusingly, but with a profound plea. He presented a stunning prenuptial agreement securing my independence and Leo' s future. He hadn' t come to control, but to confess, commit, and offer a path I never dreamed possible. Was this a genuine chance, or a trap disguised as freedom?/0/50200/coverorgin.jpg?v=657fb5763266294fc7b1ff1a9fd71ddd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dangerous Obsession
I'm currently at home watching TV with my best friend, mom's cooking dinner while my siblings are in their rooms. We're watching a news report right now, a serial killer was in police custody and he's being interviewed on live television and it's on the radio too since he's known as the handsome and young criminal. The interview began and somehow both me and my bsf are intrigued to his interview so we're focused watching it. “Louis is Kalix still there? Tell him to have dinner with us" Mom shouted into the kitchen. "Yes, aunty, thank you" Kalix, who was next to me, yelled back and returned the focus to watching. They are now asking him personal questions but he answered all their questions without hesitation, even though it's way too personal. It's as if he doesn't bother at all. "How many people have you killed?" The host asked. "Do I still need to count that? I kill whoever I want to kill" He answered calmly with a smug look on his face. He has tattooed numbers on each of his fingers and on his knuckles, a mysterious number. His hands are rooted and his body is toned physically built, the orange prison's uniform suit his body color. He's handsome and his haircut suits him so much, he's also handcuffed while his legs are crossed he looks arrogant after all. The interviewer began asking him about a tattoo on his right neck, it has a mysterious persons initial. "Do you mind explaining the tattoo on your neck?" The interviewer asked, the killer smile. "Ah.. they belong to someone I know.." He answered. I was startled when my best friend giggled and nudged my shoulder while chuckling. "What a funny coincidence, those initials on his neck are the same as yours but on the left" He said chuckling and turning to me, I fake a laughed and my heart pounding like crazy because of nervousness. "Do you think that someone is watching right now? You can say 'hi' to them" The interviewer said. The killer slowly looked at the camera, it felt like he was staring right through my soul it's making me nervous and uncomfortable. "Yeah..." I gulped. The killer raised his hand and wiggled his fingers while smiling playfully, waving at the camera with a grin and I feel like he's just right in front of me and it felt like he's talking to me. Even though I know who he's talking about. "Hi.." I quickly grabbed the remote and was about to switch it to another channel, but he seems to know what I'm going to do. "See you soon..." He mouthed before he vanished into the screen when I switched it into another channel. you may have seen 'this scenario' on tiktok, i did ask for permission to borrow the idea but i changed it./0/18404/coverorgin.jpg?v=b72b2be1863fc04a4d4249a8c8b99b2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
