Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Betrayed Bride, Ruthless Tycoon, Real Love
Tonight was my engagement party, the beginning of the perfect life my fiancé, Mark, had promised me. The ballroom glittered, filled with white roses and the smiling faces of our friends and family. But just before my grand entrance, I overheard him talking to his sister, Isabella. "She's so ridiculously naive," he laughed. "Swallowed every lie. This sham of an engagement secured it all. Her family's company is ours now." I threw the door open, only to find them locked in a passionate, desperate kiss. He just smirked at me, his eyes cold. "The act is over," he said. "Did you really think I could ever love someone as pathetic as you?" When I ran to my father for help, he called me hysterical and sided with Mark, the man who had just destroyed my life. A text message confirmed the nightmare: Mark had frozen all my accounts. He'd taken everything. My only hope was a desperate one: Julian Thorne. A ruthless corporate predator and Mark's biggest rival. I went to him to beg for help. He looked at me with cold, calculating eyes and revealed a shocking secret. My family's company had already belonged to him for weeks. Then he made his offer. He would give me my revenge. In return, I had to sign a marriage contract and become his wife./0/86223/coverorgin.jpg?v=d42f34982ca0249c42cc3fbac7cfcc97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Love After the Drain
Emily' s smile was as bright as the new silver pen she held out to me, a pen she said would bring me good luck for finding a new job. But I knew better. Every "lucky" gift from her had cost me dearly. My last job, a stable marketing position, vanished after she gave me a "lucky" desktop plant. Then a designer handbag led to my wallet being stolen. And a set of wine glasses she gave me and Mark on our anniversary led to our worst fight ever, and then he left me, only to start dating Emily two weeks later. They became the city' s golden couple, their success built on my ruin. My parents, who adored Emily, couldn't see it. "Things just seem to go wrong around you, Sarah," my boss had said, echoing my family' s common accusation: I was truly unlucky. But I knew the truth. Emily had confessed it herself: "Because you had all the luck, Sarah. These little gifts… they' re not for you. They' re for me. They take your good fortune and transfer it to me. Your job paid for my gallery representation. Your boyfriend… well, I think I' ll keep him. You' re not unlucky, Sarah. You' re a battery. And you' re just about drained." Now, holding a pen that felt like poison, I realized I wouldn' t be a victim anymore. My old self had died with everything I' d lost, but a new, cold resolve was forming. I was a battery, yes, but now I would choose who got drained. I reached into my purse for my grandmother' s locket, the one thing Emily had never touched, my last hope. The game was about to change./0/86872/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb2d27b5c674ddfa99a851b03bdbc45e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Broken: Loved By Him
The last thing I remembered was the freezing water filling my lungs. My adoptive parents, the Millers, had sold me, a tool for their precious biological son. They took money from Olivia Hayes's family, the very girl who made my high school years a living hell, and used it to force me out of school, arranging a marriage to a man twice my age. Then, a sterile, mechanical voice echoed in the void, "Host soul detected. High levels of grievance and resentment. Revenge System activating." My eyes snapped open. I wasn't at the bottom of a lake. I was back in my classroom, the day it all started, the day Olivia Hayes framed me for cheating. The system's voice revealed a shocking truth: "You are Ava Hayes, the true heiress of the Hayes family. The woman you know as Olivia Hayes is actually Olivia Miller, the biological daughter of your adoptive parents. A deliberate swap was made at the hospital eighteen years ago." My tormentor was their real daughter, and I belonged to the wealthy family she pretended to be a part of. The sheer irony was suffocating. Olivia, my "sister" in this twisted reality, continued to mock me, ordering me to do her "brother" Liam's homework. Liam, the lazy, entitled leech, expected me to be his personal servant. In my past life, this refusal led to my destruction. But this time, I saw the resemblance between Olivia and "Mom" Miller, the woman who sold me. A cold smile touched my lips. "You're right. Family is so important. You know it's funny. Liam looks so much like his dad, but you… you look exactly like his mom. Almost like you're her real daughter." Planting the seed of doubt, I knew they would soon learn how to play my game. The old Ava was gone. This time, I was setting the board./0/20360/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d7855390ec75405b3e591425ac01890&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Living With A Delinquent
Megumi Tachibana is known as the most honorable student council president of the Academy she attends, because of this she is respected by every student. One day, she received a message from her mother saying: they had moved her belongings to the apartment of school delinquent Louis Arlond and there she also found out that this would be her fiance. It treated her coldly but she did not give up to get the heart of her fiancé. She was willing to do anything to make it treat him differently. There is a reason why she loves him so much but the young man she loves was imprisoned in the dark of the past and that was the reason why he is afraid to trust her. Will she be able to save him and achieve the love she desires?/0/90441/coverorgin.jpg?v=a08feb4339820e51f46dfc9e120c0e00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Written in Blood and Tears
"Love, Written in Blood and Tears" is a haunting exploration of passion, sacrifice, and the fragile line between devotion and destruction. It is not a gentle love story-it is a portrait of hearts that collide with such intensity that they leave behind both beauty and ruin. This is a story where love is not simply a comfort, but a trial of fire. Where trust is tested by betrayal, and hope is carried like a fragile flame through storms of heartbreak. It asks what it means to give everything for someone else: your dreams, your peace, even pieces of your soul. The tale is drenched in longing and loss, in choices that cut deeper than any blade. Every heartbeat becomes a battle between desire and duty, every tear a testimony to what has been lost-and what is worth fighting for. At its core, it is about the kind of love that scars, yet still redeems. The kind that endures even when it shatters. The kind written not in words, but in the silent language of wounds, sacrifice, and unbreakable bonds. It is a story of love that refuses to die, even when it is forced to bleed./0/42747/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9ed3231749133673b0d8958678d7cfe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DARK OBSESSION
Obsessed with awaking his wife, Augustine vowed to sacrifice anyone in order to bring her back to life, be it his daughter. Is it because of his immense love for his wife or is there a hidden motive behind it? Celine, a young 18 year old maiden vows to protect 'the vessel' from her father. Will she be able to save the 'vessel' or will there be a twist in the story?/0/84601/coverorgin.jpg?v=c58d4d6010426b06c9da533dfdf77920&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caged Love
The camera flashes were blinding, a storm of light. My fiancé, Ethan, stood at the podium, his hand clutching mine, whispering sweet nothings for the reporters. He declared his eternal love, sacrificing his ambitions for my "crippled" self, the pianist whose dream was tragically cut short. But an hour earlier, I'd overheard him and my best friend, Bella. "Her hands… are they permanently damaged?" Bella whispered. "Completely," Ethan confirmed, his voice chillingly cold. "The 'accident' was flawless. She\'s a cripple, Bella. You have nothing to worry about." My world shattered. The car crash, the botched surgery-all a meticulously planned lie. My supposed recovery was overseen by Dr. Ben, who had helped Ethan ensure I would never play again. I lay in a hospital bed, my bandaged hands a testament to their cruelty, left to grapple with the shocking betrayal. How could the man who promised me forever, the one I loved, orchestrated such a heinous plot? The deeper I looked, the more horrifying truths unravelled: I was drugged for months to appear unstable, and the tragic miscarriage I suffered wasn\'t natural-he had murdered our unborn child. The love I thought was real was a delusion, a carefully constructed cage. With nothing left to lose, and fueled by a cold, searing rage, I stopped merely existing. I was no longer a victim. I was a survivor, and I would make them pay. My escape wasn't just about leaving; it was about orchestrating their downfall, piece by agonizing piece./0/22307/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6c93d7b81df6eccc113e82d002e95b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You and I
Tripartite love - A love triangle - Love between blood - Love between the poor and the rich - Wearous High School - From the name, you would already know that it's a school mostly attended by students from wealthy homes. If you are not rich or if you have no relationship /connection with someone who is prosperous but you still decide to attend that school, You would surely have no or few friends but so many haters. So the poor relates with the poor and the wealthy relates with their kinds - The wealthy./0/60592/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ce37a2bb7981cf5e76de6146452fd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Life Beyond Constraints
Father is addicted to gambling and abusive; mother is promiscuous. I am the result of their impulsive decision one night, and they did not want me. My grandparents took me back home. But my life did not get much better. I was abused by my uncle's family and bullied by classmates. It wasn't until my third year of junior high school that a transfer student came to our school, a troublemaker who skipped classes, drank and fought. When I was dragged into the bathroom and about to be bullied again, he stood in front of me./0/20036/coverorgin.jpg?v=105ea78a4e25ed5ea791159568dfd1a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ties From Last Life
COVER PAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER ***This is the second part of “Devil’s Trapped Angel”*** The King’s family held all the business and the economy of the county. Brothers Edward King and Ethan King were on top of business. It was a rumour that the second son of the King’s family was a gay, until he kissed a girl freezing the whole airport, after a long passionate kiss he said in her ears huskily, “This time I won’t let you leave me” She lost her parents in an accident when she was hardly fifteen years, but a rich family adopted her and gave her a lot of love. She loved her adopted brother so much because of the way he took care of her, until a truth broke everything. She always dreamed of a man, but never saw the face of the man./0/77788/coverorgin.jpg?v=a089b7bf4a959490b33f87e0ad6f0b7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Rewritten and other series
Love, Rewritten – Prologue The ink had barely dried on our divorce papers when I left town, vowing never to look back. Lucas Montgomery had been my first love, my greatest mistake, and the one man I swore I'd never fall for again. We had built a life together, one that should have lasted forever. But forever had an expiration date, and ours came with broken promises, late-night fights, and the painful realization that love wasn't always enough. I spent years convincing myself I was over him. That I had moved on. That what we had was a closed chapter in a book I had no desire to reread. And I believed it-until the phone call came. "You might want to sit down for this," my sister, Emma, had said, amusement laced in her voice. "I'm getting married." I was happy for her. Truly. But then she dropped the second bombshell. "To Andrew." Andrew. Lucas's best friend. The same best friend who had been the best man at our wedding. Now, I had no choice but to return to the town I left behind. To stand in the same room as the man who once promised me forever-only to break every vow. I told myself I could handle it. That I could face him without falling apart. That time had erased what we once were. But when I saw Lucas again, standing across the room with those familiar stormy blue eyes and the same smirk that once made my heart race, I knew the truth. Some love stories never truly end. They just wait to be rewritten./0/81357/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a65649e85f26cd48ed8072c9d14c8c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Forgiveness: The Vanderbilt Fall
I was eight months pregnant, suffocating inside a gilded cage for ten long years. My marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt was nothing but a cold, calculated transaction. His family paid for my little brother Leo's experimental, life-saving medicine, and in return, I endured Ethan's endless parade of mistresses and his cruel, dismissive taunts. My only flicker of hope, a fragile, dangerous thing in that house, was the life growing inside me. Then, a blinding flash of red on the road. A blaring horn too late. Tiffany Hayes, Ethan' s latest social media darling, caused the crash. I fumbled for my phone, fingers slick with something warm, gasping his name: "Ethan, accident! The baby..." His voice was cold, impatient, as Tiffany's giggle echoed in the background: "Don't be such an attention-seeker." He hung up. In the sterile hospital room, amidst the quiet hum of machines, the doctor' s words were a death knell: "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Vanderbilt. The baby… he didn't make it. Stillborn." My world shattered into a million pieces. Then, my phone rang again, pulling me deeper into the abyss. It was Dr. Ramirez. Due to Ethan's malicious disruption of payments, Leo' s condition had deteriorated rapidly. "He passed away an hour ago, Sarah." My brother. My son. Both gone. Numbness, a heavy blanket, descended. But then, a video message buzzed on my phone: Ethan and Tiffany, hours after the accident, laughing, kissing. "Sarah? She's probably just milking it for sympathy," Ethan slurred from the screen. The casual cruelty of it, the utter, monstrous indifference, curdled my grief into bitter resolve. How could any man be so devoid of a soul? How could a lifetime of sacrifice end in such devastating, calculated malice? That night, something inside me broke free. My baby would be buried in the Vanderbilt plot as was his right. But Leo? His ashes would come home with me. I wasn't just escaping a marriage. I was reclaiming my very soul, leaving the ashes of a destroyed life behind./0/46641/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8a62b2990b61d9863f7e0c430be520a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reunited By Fate
In the midst of Italy's ageless appeal and sun-kissed landscapes, two souls unwittingly embarked on a voyage that would change the trajectory of their lives for all time. Ella decides to put everything on hold and flees to Italy in search of herself after experiencing heartbreak and running away from her cheating ex-boyfriend, boring job and her predictable life. Liam, a charming and successful businessman, arrives in Italy seeking solace and a fresh perspective on life. He felt haunted by the death of a close friend and weighed down by expectations. He never expected that a hotel booking gone wrong would bring him to the shy and alluring Ella. A twist of fate leads Ella down a path she never imagined: carrying a secret that binds her to Liam in ways she never thought possible. This is the story of Ella and Liam, an accidental meeting that develops into an unexpected romance before becoming entangled in the webs of destiny and secrecy. Set against the backdrop of Italy's timeless beauty, "Reunited by Fate" is a tale of love that transcends circumstances, of two souls meant to be together yet torn apart by the hands of fate. Join Ella and Liam on a journey of passion, heartache, and the courage to embrace an uncertain future, as they navigate the delicate dance between the attraction they share and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart./0/89144/coverorgin.jpg?v=daf8bf82f98e2d3a92f2bd4aff8d1e8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thornbound
In a world ruled by genetic supremacy, the weak are hunted, and the wild are weaponized. Lyra is a healer by birth but a rebel by heart. In a society where shifters are branded, controlled, and forced to serve the elite, she's lived in hiding until the day her secret is exposed. Captured and brought to the capital, she becomes the unwilling pawn in a game of political domination. Kaine is no ordinary alpha, he's the crowned enforcer of the throne and a wolf with a dangerous past. Bound by loyalty and haunted by blood, he never expected the fiery prisoner to awaken the animal within. Their connection is forbidden. Their bond, unbreakable. But in a kingdom built on lies, loyalty is a death sentence... and love might just be the end of them both. Thorns Beneath the Throne is a dark paranormal shifter romance set in a dystopian future where passion collides with power, and wolves wage war for freedom. Perfect for fans of Alpha anti-heroes, fated mates, and forbidden love in brutal worlds./0/79735/coverorgin.jpg?v=01bd74eea0f4ebdd5b8777d66db18a6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Decade of Devotion, A Lifetime of Deceit
For ten years, I poured my love and life into Marcus, the charismatic man I considered my future. I supported his ambitions, navigating the complexities of his relationship with his "best friend," Liam, and even overlooking his subtle slights. But my world shattered when I awoke in a sterile hospital room, weakly clutching Marcus’s hand, only to overhear him on the phone, confessing he'd secretly manipulated me into a bone marrow donation. Not for an infection, but to save Liam. The betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain. He offered marriage like a consolation prize, an attempt to mend a rift he couldn’t comprehend. The horrifying truth unraveled: my sacrifices for Liam had stretched beyond marrow—he’d coerced me into an abortion, shamelessly abandoned me mid-proposal to comfort Liam, and even offered me up to a ‘mugger’ to save his precious friend. Each revelation was a fresh wound, painting a picture of chilling indifference and a profound, sick devotion to Liam that eclipsed everything else. How could he consistently choose someone else over me, with such breathtaking callousness? Was I merely a pawn in their self-serving game, a convenient resource to be used and discarded? My heart, battered and bruised, finally hardened into an icy resolve. Enough was enough. In a desperate, empowering act of self-preservation, I made a call. I was done being his doormat. "I'm leaving Marcus," I rasped, the words heavy yet liberating. "I want in. Marry me. Let's build something that can't be broken." This was my chance to cut ties, to reclaim my worth and finally choose myself./0/84602/coverorgin.jpg?v=4aafd6823963f36d5c1d297ce596709a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in the Ashes
The dusty box held my father' s medal, a cold, heavy relic of a life shattered too soon. Then the call came – a hospital, an unfamiliar number, and the dreaded news: my brother, Michael, was brutally attacked, barely clinging to life. Memories flooded me: my father's dying wish to protect Michael, the years I spent raising him, only for this monstrous injustice to strike. General Sterling, my father's esteemed colleague, watched with unreadable eyes, while Thorne, the man responsible, sneered about a "bar fight" and sent me chilling threats. Police dismissed my pleas, the media shut down my story, and even Sterling' s socialite fiancée, Victoria, joined the chorus of dismissal, forcing me to confront Thorne alone and sparking a silent battle within me to unveil the truth my brother nearly died for./0/81682/coverorgin.jpg?v=864cb6b56f5f6818ca9e7b8866151b7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Davenport Wives' Reckoning
My life in Boston, married to the man I adored, Liam, and embraced by my incredible mother-in-law Eleanor, was a dream. Sheltered by Eleanor' s modern wit from the stuffy Davenport family' s expectations, I felt truly happy and secure. Then came Eleanor' s frantic call. Her voice, shaking, shattered my illusion of perfection: Arthur, the family patriarch, had moved another woman into our guesthouse. My stomach clenched as I confessed Liam had also grown distant, constantly working late with a new "business associate" set up in a corporate apartment. The ultimate public dismissal arrived when our husbands brazenly excluded us from the annual family gala. Eleanor' s swift investigation uncovered the brutal truth: Liam was openly escorting his "associate," Agent Walker, who the firm treated with alarming familiarity. It became horrifyingly clear-we were being discarded, replaced like outdated accessories. The betrayal felt like a gut punch, a painful echo of the quiet suffering endured by generations of women in our families. How could the men who pledged to love and protect us abandon us so cruelly? The pain was unbearable, the humiliation profound. But Eleanor, a sharp former tech CEO, refused to be a victim. Her eyes blazing with a fierce resolve, she declared, "If they want new lives, we'll start ours. A better one." Our audacious plan: fake our deaths during the gala, disappear without a trace, and reclaim our freedom. A plan that, amidst its desperate chaos, led to a shocking discovery: we were both pregnant with their children./0/21659/coverorgin.jpg?v=cadcef03a2afc3c0b9ae6f3dd1ab7e44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stepbrother, My Bully
Hope and her mother move in with the Kinglsey's after her mother's divorce. She hopes that in time her new family will accept her. She is quiet and timid all the qualities that Joshua hates he takes an instant disliking to her and makes a plan to make her life hell. Caleb is his best friend, once he sees Hope he is infatuated with her and plans on spending more time with her than his best friend which makes Joshua hate her even more , can Caleb save her from her stepbrother's anger?/0/80709/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b1014f1f07ee28e2f31ad01a32b236&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mark Olsen
I sacrificed a dream career in Silicon Valley and moved halfway across the country, all to build a life with Mark, the man I loved. But then, an Instagram post shattered my world: Mark, arm around a blonde I didn’t know, captioned “Celebrating my new role with the amazing Chloe Vanderbilt!” When I confronted him, he unveiled a callous betrayal, coldly stating Chloe was his girlfriend and I was merely a past chapter, no longer “in his league.” My attempt to warn Chloe about his true nature backfired spectacularly, as she dismissed me as a "crazy, jealous ex" and, together with Mark, orchestrated a public humiliation at a downtown bar. The ultimate horror struck moments later when two thugs ambushed me, physically assaulted me, and stole everything, growling a chilling warning to "stay away from Austin." Bruised, traumatized, and stripped bare of my dignity and possessions, I was forced to flee the city that had crumbled my life to dust. How could the man I loved, and his new partner, conspire to destroy me so completely, leaving me feeling utterly abandoned and broken with no one to turn to? The injustice burned hotter than any physical wound, screaming for an answer no one seemed willing to provide. But as my plane lifted off, leaving Austin behind, the despair solidified into steel: I vowed to remake myself, stronger and smarter, and one day, they would realize the true cost of their cruel game./0/94336/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d740d92c2b331deccfae891a506194a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
