Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Return Of Billionaire Baby Mama
"I'm sorry Gerald, I'm not ready to be devoted to one man, that's why I cannot agree to this marriage," Caroline said and Gerald stood there surprised and dejected. She gave him their baby and left to pursue her dreams. Just then, the baby started crying and he panicked. Caroline didn't drop anything for him, not food, nothing. What was he supposed to do now? This is so messed up. He hires Tiffany Lawrence to become the billionaire child's nanny. Tiffany is an orphan, a college dropout, struggling with petty jobs to pay her sister's tuition fees. Life of Gerald and Tiffany were soon to take a surprising shift and the best and worst times of their lives ensue./0/82003/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb84a4ce6034c4a83e0b655ac40ed63c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Good Wife (English version)
At 27, Cherry Bueno thought she had it all-a husband, a child, and the promise of a happy family. Married to Alfred Llaguno, a man she once believed to be kind and loving, Cherry clings to the hope of peace at home. But reality paints a different picture-one filled with disappointment and emotional distance. Just when things seem irreparable, fate throws her a curveball: her ex-boyfriend, Jared James Velasco, reenters her life. Still carrying a torch for Cherry, Jared sees their reunion as a second chance at the love they once shared-adding fuel to an already fragile situation. Can Cherry and Alfred rebuild what's broken, or will their crumbling marriage pave the way for Jared to step back into her heart?/0/80381/coverorgin.jpg?v=96f69ac3455563e3b140354822f324aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Called a Puppy
Our engagement felt like a fairytale, complete with a gleaming diamond and seven years of shared history. I believed Michael and I were building our future, hand in hand. But at the annual gala, the illusion shattered. Michael was on the dance floor, not with me, but intimately whispering to his intern, Jessica. Moments later, in his car, I found a diamond necklace – not for me, as he coldly snatched it away. “That’s not for you,” he said, his voice flat. From then on, the disrespect spiraled. He threw Jessica's misplaced scarf at me, denigrated my dream wedding dress, and abandoned me for her petty dramas. My health issues were met with harsh insults and dismissed as “bad manners.” While he flaunted Jessica online, I was expected to cater to her bizarre demands, like making special chia seed pudding for her made-up “episodes.” Each blow chipped away at my belief. How could the man I’d dedicated seven years to treat me with such casual cruelty? Was I truly so disposable? The overheard truth pierced deepest: “Love Sarah? Not really. But she’s been around like a puppy…” No more. The tears dried. I cut my wedding dress into ribbons, packed my bags, and left him a note: “We’re done.” He could chase, she could scheme, but my patience was exhausted. My life, finally, was mine again./0/86870/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb9176701ff543a17c5de65d130e7879&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn, Redeemed, and Unbothered
I woke up with a pounding headache and a man I didn't recognize sleeping next to me-Liam Hayes, the man I' d loved for years, only to realize he' d mistaken me for his ex-girlfriend, Bethany. It was a cruel echo of a past life I was desperately trying to escape. He stirred, calling out her name, and then his eyes landed on me. The warmth vanished, replaced by cold indifference. He nonchalantly offered to marry me, stating it was only for his grandmother and that his love belonged to someone else. In my last life, I said yes. I let him use me, tolerate me, and ultimately ruin my family for Bethany. He abandoned me on a stormy night, leading to a car crash that killed me and our unborn twins. But now, I was back, reborn in that very hotel room, at the precipice of ruin. I calmly told him nothing happened, that he was drunk and I had merely fallen asleep on the couch. He snarled, refusing to believe me, pulling away the towel I wore to reveal bruises he' d inflicted, accusing me of drugging him. Just then, Bethany's video call flashed on his phone, and he instantly cast me aside, his voice soft and loving for her. He threw my dress at me, ordering me out. Later, when I was packing my things, he taunted me, then made elaborate plans to send chicken noodle soup via private jet to Bethany in Europe, while I, his supposed fiancée, couldn't even get a glass of water. It was then that the last piece of my old heart turned to dust. The very next day, my parents, beaming, presented me with a penthouse key, convinced Liam and I would finally marry. My mother' s hand flew to her chest when I told them I no longer loved Liam, just as his call came in. He ordered me to take birth control pills, then sarcastically dismissed the designer bag he'd once given me. I simply replied, "That bag is old. You can just throw it away."/0/96928/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ed5686f136f8cfa573115d524c62651&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wedding, Not With You
Five years ago, I saved my fiancé' s life on a mountain in Aspen. The fall left me with a permanent vision impairment-a constant, shimmering reminder of the day I chose him over my own perfect sight. He repaid me by secretly changing our Aspen wedding to Miami because his best friend, Annmarie, complained it was too cold. I overheard him call my sacrifice "sentimental crap" and watched him buy her a fifty-thousand-dollar dress while scoffing at mine. On our wedding day, he left me waiting at the altar to rush to Annmarie' s side for a conveniently timed "panic attack." He was so sure I' d forgive him. He always was. He saw my sacrifice not as a gift, but as a contract that guaranteed my submission. So when he finally called the empty Miami venue, I let him hear the mountain wind and the chapel bells before I spoke. "My wedding is about to start," I told him. "But it' s not with you."/0/84599/coverorgin.jpg?v=93532ea696f6c4e6b5f2b7e5bdb5d7cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unremembered Betrayal
The hospital room was a blank canvas compared to my mind-empty, save for the rhythmic beep of a machine. I was Ava, or so they said, suffering from amnesia after a car accident. Liam, my dashing fiancé, and Chloe, my teary-eyed sister, were constants by my side, weaving a perfect narrative of our lives: a successful businesswoman, heiress, engaged to be married. But their perfect picture began to fray. Fragments of memories, sharp and brutal, flashed in the dark: a swerving car, screeching tires, a look of terror-and something else-on Chloe' s face, Liam' s white-knuckled grip on the wheel. These didn't feel like accidents; they felt like lies. The diamond ring Liam pressed into my hand felt heavy and foreign, a symbol of a life that wasn't mine. Then, the shattering realization: a faded photo, Liam leaning into Chloe, a shared secret smile, while I stood between them, an outsider. The truth began to surface, cold and undeniable. The accident wasn't an accident. Liam and Chloe, my supposed loved ones, were conspirators, their devotion a carefully crafted facade. He was cheating with my sister, and I was merely a pawn in their scheme to seize my family' s fortune. The "caring" gestures, the possessive touches – they were traps. The house, our supposed home, became a gilded cage. How could I have been so blind? How could the two people closest to me orchestrate such a cruel betrayal, even attempting to end my life? The indignity burned, replaced by a searing clarity: I was not a victim, but a survivor. With a throbbing arm and a heart hardened by rage, I knew I couldn' t stay. This wasn't just about reclaiming my memories; it was about exposing their deception and forging a new path, a life on my own terms, free from their lies./0/85248/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d62656eebaff3f20db8b5d634984d3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Lied, I Thrived Anyway
My relationship with Liam was a twenty-year slow burn, a homecoming everyone called perfect and meant to be. Then, scrolling through my phone one Tuesday night, an anonymous post on a local gossip forum shattered that illusion. It was a gushing narrative from a girl named Olivia, detailing secret meetings and gifts from a business school charmer-the same limited-edition sneakers I' d seen Liam coveting, the ones he told me were sold out. Beneath it, a comment read, "He even lied to his clingy childhood friend 'girlfriend' that they were sold out just so he could surprise me. He says he\'s only with her because his parents like her." Clingy childhood friend. The words felt like a punch, blurring my vision. My heart raced as I dialed Liam, his warm greeting a stark contrast to the betrayal I' d uncovered. He lied about the sneakers, easily, poorly, confirming my worst fears. His flimsy denial crumbled when I confronted him with Olivia' s account, his "nervous edge" a stark contrast to my unwavering fury. My best friend Maya' s warning echoed: "I don\'t trust him, Chloe. The way he was looking at her... it wasn\'t friendly." How stupid I felt for defending him. Then, the final blow: Olivia' s public profile, a cascade of photos-his hand in hers, his familiar smile reserved for her, captioned "My one and only. Soon the whole world will know." Posted just an hour ago. The heartbreak was physical, but beneath it, a cold, sharp anger stirred. This wasn't a misunderstanding; it was a cruel, deliberate deception. I hung up, no more lies needed, meeting my own clear gaze in the dark phone screen. I was no longer just a heartbroken girl; I was a girl who had been played for a fool, and I would not let him get away with it./0/20034/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee43314ac5a4e83670c4088ac1e60786&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Chosen Bride
Delilah was a 22 years old gorgeous woman who was adopted by Quinn family. She was the chosen bride for the young ruthless billionaire named Kayden Quinn. Delilah loved Kayden as her life depending on him but the only thing she got was hurt. He hurt her by using her own love that she had for him. It was all because Kayden believed that his parents death happened because they went to save Delilah but he never knew the truth. He was blinded by the fake truth and fake hatred. He even raped her, hurt her, gave the most painful memories to her because he wanted revenge. He hated her so much but he knew one thing and that was, How much he hated, his heart would only belong to one woman in this world and that woman's place in his heart would never change, as his Delilah's love for him never changed......../0/65457/coverorgin.jpg?v=7992e278397c6d780d1e0b20d57b8146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Love-A Tale of Romance
Emily came back from Canada to America after years being graduate.She hates her father as he never looked after her and send her away from himself. Coming back she forced herself to meet him once and ask some questions which were eating up her mind all these years.There she meet Rigel her step Brother. Rigel first hated Emily but later they both find themselves attracted to each other. They couldn't resist each other and forbidden love story starts./0/92062/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e9414b2463433b2c3e5b89a1e067f18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Engagement's End, A New Beginning
Tonight was supposed to be the most important night of my life, the official announcement of my engagement to Mark Landon. But as we stood on the dais to make our toast, another woman-Isabel-let out a theatrical cry and crumpled to the floor. Before I could process what was happening, Mark shoved me. He pushed me aside to get to her, his arm connecting with my shoulder with brutal, dismissive force. The shove sent me stumbling backward off the platform. I landed hard on the polished marble floor, a collective gasp echoing through the stunned ballroom as my world shattered. He didn't even glance at me. He helped a perfectly fine Isabel to her feet, tucked her protectively against his side, and then glared down at me, his face a thunderous mask of fury. "Look what your jealousy has caused!" he snarled, his voice echoing in the silence. "This engagement is over! I will not be bound to a woman so consumed by petty envy!" The words were a physical blow. The pain in my soul was so intense it stole my breath, a searing agony as the bond I thought we shared was violently ripped away. The room spun as the pain dropped me to my knees. Kicked out a service exit, I collapsed in a filthy back alley, my body finally succumbing to a strange illness that had been draining me for weeks. Just as darkness closed in, a sleek black car screeched to a halt. A man emerged, impossibly tall and radiating an aura of power that made Mark seem like a spoiled child. He knelt, his stormy eyes locking onto the silver locket our family doctor had pressed into my hand moments before. His voice was a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I have found her." He paused, his gaze sweeping over my face, his expression a chilling mixture of triumph and ice. "My true fated mate... and the daughter of the woman who destroyed my family."/0/80382/coverorgin.jpg?v=3179e89f565c3e1584fc4ba42cf30ff9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pregnancy Swap's Dark Truth
The Hayes estate was a gilded cage, ruled by Eleanor’s barbaric decree: the first to conceive would be the next Mrs. Hayes. I was Sarah Walker, once a daughter of privilege, now just one of Ethan Hayes’s many diversions. Last time, I was the one who got pregnant first, and Tiffany, his supposed true love, faked her suicide. The day my son was born, Ethan dragged me from the hospital bed, forcing me to kneel at her elaborate, empty grave. He screamed that I’d stolen her place, driven her to despair, and destroyed everything my parents left me. He knew about my blood disorder, yet he carved into me, watching the life drain out. This life, I wouldn’t play their sick game. This time, I switched my urine sample with Tiffany’s, and her pregnancy was announced. Ethan’s face lit up with manic joy, and he demanded the biggest wedding for Tiffany. Everyone shot me pitying glances, but a small, polite smile played on my lips. I thought I was finally free. But I was pregnant. And my hidden child would trigger a new, terrifying nightmare that would force me to confront his monstrous cruelty./0/86871/coverorgin.jpg?v=56e47b4af0eb72170f059880a2fd6415&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cost of His Clean Slate
For ten years, I was Liam O' Connell' s shadow, the architect of his dark web empire. I chose him over everything, believing our bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of the underground world. Today, he was going legitimate, hosting a party to celebrate his new beginning. I waited, expecting to finally be introduced as the woman who stood by him through it all. Instead, I watched as Liam announced his engagement to Ava Sterling, a woman who looked like she was born for the daylight. He framed our decade together as a dirty secret, something he was ready to discard, claiming I was "okay with the risks" and "understood the game," unlike pure Ava, who deserved "a clean slate." He even offered me a black card as a severance package, then asked if we could still be friends. The ultimate insult. The night before, he had casually asked, "What if... what if we broke up? What would you do?" A perfectly calculated conversational trap. I walked away, drenched and humiliated, into a storm that mirrored the one in my heart. But it wasn't an ending. It was a declaration of war. What Liam didn' t know was I had a family, a legitimate tech dynasty waiting, and a man, Ethan Vance, who had spent a decade waiting for me to come home./0/96929/coverorgin.jpg?v=27768d4adec894fee28c2ddb1b4a8e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifty Dollar Bet, Million Dollar Revenge
For fifty dollars, I sold a piece of my dignity to the school's golden boy. I was eighteen, starving, and desperate enough to take his bet. That single photo destroyed my life. I became "Fifty-Dollar Ella," the school slut, haunted by whispers and scorn. My stepmother and stepsister reveled in my public humiliation, ensuring my life was a living hell. I spent the next decade clawing my way to the top of Wall Street, but I died alone, filled with the bitter regret of a stolen youth. Until the end, I never understood why they all hated me so much. Then, I opened my eyes. I was eighteen again, back in that classroom, moments before the bet that ruined me. A shadow fell over my desk. It was him. "Meet me after school," Javier Mack whispered, a smug look on his face. But this time, the scared, hungry girl was gone. In her place was a shark. And I was ready to play./0/84600/coverorgin.jpg?v=018767b53c56b2e12c85c4cc24063db1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Betrayal to Bliss
The post went live at 8:00 PM, announcing my engagement to Ava Green, the woman I' d chased for three years. My heart was full; our future, a perfect blueprint, finally felt real. Then, her phone rang. It was Ben Carter, her childhood friend, and the way she fled to the balcony, her face pale, sent a jolt of dread through me. She returned to tell me Ben' s grandmother was dying and had one last wish: to see him settled with a fiancée. He wanted Ava, my fiancée, to pretend to be his for a few days to grant a dying woman peace. "A small lie?" I scoffed. We were getting married in less than two months, and she was willing to fly across the country to play house with her ex-crush. My carefully constructed world crumbled as she packed, ignoring my pleas, placing my brand-new engagement ring on the nightstand. She walked out, leaving me in a deafening silence. As I stared at the ring, a white-hot rage surged through me. Three years, my devotion, all thrown away for a lie. She chose him, manipulated by his family drama. This wasn' t just about her; it was about proving something. What if I showed her a man who was truly settled, with a fiancée? I picked up my phone, scrolled to a name I hadn't thought of in years, and made a call. "Chloe," I said, my voice strange. "Are you busy on October 8th? Do you want to get married?"/0/81680/coverorgin.jpg?v=63c0519ed527aafbea724f1d0a67c592&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat's Sister
It was my birthday, and my boyfriend Ethan, my rock for three years, promised something truly memorable. He led me to a raging house party, then abandoned me as a group of leering men closed in. I screamed for him, but he just watched, his face chillingly blank, before revealing our entire three-year relationship was a meticulously calculated lie – his twisted plan to make me pay for what his ex, Jessica, claimed my brother had done to her. My humiliation was then meticulously documented and splashed across the internet for the world to witness. I faced relentless cyberbullying, lost my job, and was hounded by Ethan' s goons who enforced his promise: to ensure I lived in constant fear, just as he' d intended. The betrayal was crushing, stripping away my dignity and leaving me broken, tormented by the incomprehensible cruelty and my family's destroyed reputation. Desperate to escape the unbearable shame, I walked to a bridge where we once dreamt of a future, ready to wash away all the pain. But just as I fell, a panicked call from Ethan, followed by Jessica' s furious hospital room confession, revealed a deeper, more chilling lie – a lie I managed to capture, finally empowering me to expose the truth and fight back./0/60591/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0ff4cb34a96b790f47397d3e6b7f6bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For Me At My Life's End
I was brought to this world by a system to conquer Jaxton in a book. If I can't make Jaxton fall in love with me, the system will erase me. My body slowly rots and decays, eventually turning into a pool of blood with no bones left. In the last few days of my life, I told him that I was dying and begged him to love me. He coldly replied, "Then go ahead and die." Later, when I was really dying, he cried and begged me to stay alive./0/22955/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a019150ac636f9fbc6e8e407fdd144c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taken and Caged (Finale of Broken and Pregnant)
Finale of Broken and Pregnant (Completed) Finally, Lucy and Kent reunited again as a couple with their son Austin. They started over again as one happy family until a startling incident occurred. Austin was kidnapped during Eloisa and Gale's nuptial's party by a person wearing a black raincoat and hat. Who would it be? Is there a happy ending for Stone's family?/0/81356/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3d33b07e6711257566c144c397f74d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His True Inheritance: Love
For forty years, I, Ethan Miller, lived a golden life with Olivia Hayes, my wife, a pillar of Denver society and owner of Rockies Brew Co. As she lay dying, her shallow breaths broke the perfect illusion. "The boys," she whispered, "Liam. Noah. They're not yours, Ethan. They're Jake's." My heart, already weak, hammered with ice-cold betrayal. My "sons" walked in, their eyes scanning for inheritance, trailed by Jake Riley, her high school flame. They were all complicit, here to claim everything I' d built. "Get out!" I rasped, a foolish, wealthy man suffocating under decades of deceit. The crushing weight of a wasted devotion shattered my chest, a searing pain, and I died heartbroken, alone, utterly betrayed. Then, a jolt. Light. Laughter. The smell of beer and bratwurst. I sat bolt upright amidst the familiar revelry of Denver Oktoberfest, years in the past. Younger, stronger. Olivia Hayes, her eyes glinting with feigned vulnerability, reached for my hand. "Ethan, will you marry me?" The very words that began the lie. I was back. And this time, I wouldn't be a fool./0/94334/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9431d26b528e36d84cc962725a46830&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up To My Husband's Betrayal
I gave my husband my kidney and woke up from a year-long coma. My first sight wasn't his loving face, but him cheating with my sister in my hospital room. Fueled by rage, I went to file for divorce, only to be told our marriage had been annulled ten months ago. He had already married her. While I lay helpless, they erased me from my own life. Now, his powerful father has a new plan for me: a forced marriage to another wealthy heir who is also in a coma./0/37880/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3f1da3c02f7019ad19b9e2dbe3ad3a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
