Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Platinum Bands of Betrayal
Ten days from our wedding, I planned a surprise for Izzy: custom platinum bands. For five years, I' d been her "supportive husband," putting my own life on hold for her skyrocketing marketing career. Then I overheard her Instagram Live. "Ethan? He' s sweet, but he' s basically my well-kept house husband. My career pays for this lifestyle, he just makes good coffee." The rings crashed to the floor. Five years of sacrifice. Five years reduced to a sarcastic joke. Her intern, Liam, was far more than just a colleague. Soon, his arrogant social media posts confirmed my worst fears: their late-night "work sessions" and private jokes. She repeatedly lied to my face, dismissing me while planning our wedding. A vast, cold emptiness settled in my chest. My entire life with her felt like a cheap movie set, and I was merely an uncredited extra. How could I have been so utterly blind to her contempt and betrayal, to the true nature of the woman I was about to marry? But the emptiness became a catalyst. I typed a text to my estranged billionaire father: "Dad, I' m ready to come home. I' m in on the merger. Cancel Izzy' s company' s contract with us." This wasn't the end; it was my beginning./0/85902/coverorgin.jpg?v=468b8b9225489c544818f78a1dfd5750&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Control
The rain that had veiled Emily' s funeral still clung to my black dress as I approached Mark' s gleaming penthouse, a place that now felt like a tomb. The elevator opened directly into the living room, and the first thing I heard was Mark' s easy laughter, a sound that felt like a physical blow. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, oblivious, while I, his fiancée, had just buried my little sister. His eyes swept over me, from my damp hair to my scuffed shoes, and disgust flickered across his features. "Sarah. What are you doing? You didn' t follow protocol," he hissed, stepping back as if I carried a plague. Then, he grabbed the worn leather purse Emily gave me, holding it like a dead rat before dropping it into his high-tech trash chute. "Now go," he commanded. "Get out. And don' t come back up until you' re clean." That' s when I saw it. He wasn' t afraid of germs. He was afraid of losing control. He never touched my dying sister, citing "contamination risk," but freely shared mai tais with his assistant, Lisa, and her family in Hawaii, while Emily withered in an impersonal hospice. Every humiliating cleansing ritual, every compromised dream, every sacrifice I made for this man-it was never about love. It was about breaking me, about proving I was worth nothing. Something inside me, long dormant, finally shattered. I didn' t go to the sanitation suite. I walked out of that building, leaving behind his sterile, loveless world. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I was never going back./0/32368/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c777475a3845ee70cf873388771ab0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lethal Obsession
DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore, a slut and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, kissing her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself./0/42426/coverorgin.jpg?v=8503502515efaba9c1f2a901ab77e24a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Omega Mate's
Cassidy was a left-behind rogue who lived as the pack's personal attendant to the Alpha. She was never to expose the real reasons why she allowed the Alpha to bully her, but after years of his abuse of her, she came to find out she was mated to the Alpha; he had no reason to want her and rejected her. Carter has always been the cute guy in his pack, but his only torment was Luna. She never allowed him to do anything he wanted, and anything he did, she destroyed. After years of torment and abuse, he discovers she is his mate. Laughing at her big party, she announces her rejection to everyone, making Carter the laughingstock of the pack. One night, both packs get attacked. In an emergency Alpha reunion, Carter meets his fated mate, Cassidy. But will they live happily ever after? Or will their first mates give them hell to the point of rejection?/0/80711/coverorgin.jpg?v=2760752a759533d8521d6c783887e76f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, My Prince: Her Choice, His Ruin
I stood by the French doors, the coolness barely a comfort. Tonight, at the Kensington gala, my fate was to be sealed. As the heir to the discreetly powerful principality of Eldoria, my choice of husband would secure a powerful alliance. Just like before. A wave of dizzying clarity hit me, a memory so sharp it tasted like ash. My past life. I had poured everything into Ethan Kensington, my cousin, my first love. My Eldorian influence, my vast fortune – all to make him governor. He won. Then he found Chloe Hayes. He changed. He became obsessed with her, twisting every slight she felt into a weapon against me. He blamed me, the "cold princess," for her career struggles, her insecurities. So, he orchestrated my ruin. A public smear campaign, vicious and relentless. Economic attacks that bled Eldoria dry. He watched, smiling, as my life ended in disgrace, alone. His voice, cold as ice, echoed: "punishment for meddling with his love for Chloe." How could someone I loved and sacrificed everything for turn so utterly, maliciously against me? How could my own resources be weaponized to destroy me and my country? The injustice burned, a brand on my soul. But then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Reborn at this very gala, the precise moment where my destruction began. This time, I knew the game. This time, I would rewrite my destiny. Liam, his mournful face a beacon in my memory, would be my anchor. My retribution starts now./0/20688/coverorgin.jpg?v=4de23188b0d6d7acf29e97e91f4057ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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His Substitute Love, A Fatal Truth
For five years, I was the cherished ward of Ambrose Aguilar, the man who saved me. I thought he loved me, until his pregnant first love, Katharine, returned. I was just her substitute. That same day, I was diagnosed with a fatal blood disease, my only hope a transplant from family I never had. Ambrose' s kindness turned to cruelty. He watched as Katharine tormented me, framed me, and finally ordered me killed. But the cruelest twist came from a DNA test: Katharine, the architect of my suffering, was my biological mother. She sacrificed her life to give me the transplant. Now I'm starting over, leaving the man who broke me to the ruins of his own making./0/92067/coverorgin.jpg?v=2289d06b8a289cdd18fda20850bde609&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Invisible Girl's Parisian Escape
I spent my entire life loving Mark, the man who became my guardian after my parents died. For his return from a three-month trip, I cooked the perfect dinner, certain he would finally see me as a woman. Instead, he invited me to a celebratory dinner the next night, where he introduced me to his stunning fiancée. The celebration was for their engagement. "Isabelle, this is Clara," he said, his voice glowing with a love he had never shown me. "The one who's been like a little sister to me all these years." They spent the evening discussing their wedding plans, their shared joy a surreal torture. My years of devotion felt like a joke. He was so lost in his happiness that he never noticed my silence, the way my hope curdled into a thick, choking humiliation. I was invisible. But back in the apartment he paid for, an acceptance letter was waiting for me: a full scholarship to a design institute in Paris. When he found me packing the next day, demanding to know what was going on, I placed my key on the table. And I walked out of his life forever./0/96934/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5db6c9799f4fd10626f2ee57fff99fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My First Love, My Last Revenge
My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung up on me. Later, his stepmother put him on speakerphone so I could hear him laugh off our entire relationship. "Tell her it was just for fun," he said. "She shouldn't take it so seriously." Just for fun. The words shattered me. I got rid of our son, took the hush money, and vanished. The girl who loved him died that day. In her place, I became "Nine," a ruthless operative forged in betrayal. Now, five years later, an explosion has left me with "amnesia." When the police ask who will be my guardian, I point to the man who broke my world. "Him," I say with a shy smile. "He's the most handsome."/0/84605/coverorgin.jpg?v=8de43fa5916af940f484c913c92e047d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vows Unspoken
For five years, Liam was my world. I thought we were building a future, heading for marriage, and I even used my connections to get us VIP tickets to a tech conference-a power move for his career. Then, on the giant live-stream screen, I watched him kiss his new assistant, Sarah, a deep, passionate embrace for thousands to see. Hours later, after a dazed walk and a screech of tires, I woke up in a hospital, bruised, concussed, and staring at Liam, who casually informed me he had hit me with his car. He then lied to my face, claiming Sarah was just his boss, and somehow convinced the hospital I had amnesia, painting me as an unstable woman who' d simply "forgotten" our relationship. The humiliation deepened when I discovered his hidden journal-a five-year chronicle of how I was merely a "placeholder," a temporary fix until his true love, Sarah, returned. He tried to reconcile, offering money and calls, but his desperate attempts felt hollow against the truth: he had never seen me as a person, only a convenient stand-in. Then came the final blow: Sarah announced as the new Head of Architecture, taking the promotion I' d worked years for, a public, corporate execution. But just as I thought I' d lost everything, a forgotten connection resurfaced. My Uncle David' s persistent offer of an arranged marriage, a path I' d once dismissed, suddenly glimmered with an unexpected promise. Little did I know, the man I was about to meet wasn't just a family friend, but a quiet, constant presence from my past, ready to offer a future I never dared to dream of./0/82334/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd89762aaae37591359fe76e34eaffe3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing The Star He Lost
Everyone knew Ava Chen was just keeping Dr. Julian Vance' s spot warm. He, a brilliant Columbia astrophysicist; I, a New York financial analyst. We were dating, but his great love, my former best friend Chloe, was merely on fellowship, her return an unspoken ticking clock. The clock exploded the day Julian stood me up at City Hall for our marriage license. An Instagram story appeared instead: Julian, smiling, at Chloe' s surprise welcome-back party. My heart didn' t just break; it fractured into a dull, final ache. I shredded the marriage application. Later, Chloe brought a drunken Julian to my apartment, his subtle taunts confirming my place. He then whispered it: "Chloe." The ultimate affront. His cold, indifferent "Take the pill" solidified our transactional reality. I was a placeholder. My deep love unrequited, our relationship a cruel joke of neglect and manipulation. Why did I cling to a love that never truly saw me? But my tears turned to cold fury. I canceled wedding leave, applied for a senior analyst role in London. I would shed the "placeholder" and forge a fierce new beginning, on my own terms./0/85903/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5153b90b9b4c56bec56b64c5cc05a28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride, Unexpected Proposal
Tonight was supposed to be the happiest night of my life, my engagement party to Alex Turner at the grand St. Regis ballroom. He was handsome, the heir to a fortune, and I had loved him for three years. As he reached for the ring, a woman stumbled in, disheveled and crying. "Alex!" she wailed, claiming she' d been drugged. It was Chloe Hayes, his childhood friend, the one he always called "just like a sister." Without a moment' s hesitation, Alex abandoned me on stage, scooping Chloe into his arms and disappearing into a private lounge. The crowd' s whispers and snickers burned my ears. "Did you see that? He just left her." "On their engagement night, too. How humiliating." My joy curdled into a cold, hard knot. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. How could he do this to me, after everything? Why was I always the one left behind, the one humiliated? Just as shame threatened to consume me, another figure stepped into the spotlight. It was Daniel Sterling, Alex' s business rival. He picked up the abandoned engagement ring, ascended the stage, and knelt before me. "He can' t even be bothered to give you the ring himself," he said, his eyes surprisingly kind. Then, he held up the ring and asked, "Jane Lim, he doesn' t deserve you. Will you marry me?" My mind went blank. He then pulled out a stunning emerald bracelet. "This is a Sterling family heirloom," he declared. "It belongs to the matriarch of our family. I want you to have it." In that moment, I saw a lifeline, a chance to reclaim my dignity. Looking at Daniel, a man I barely knew, offering more respect than Alex ever had, I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said, my voice shaking but clear. "I will."/0/54107/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fcc794d392cb201be081347703eb840&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince
This is the story of Millicent Walker, a mysterious orphan who arrived in the small coastal town of Crimson mute, nameless, and with no memory of her life before. Hired out by the orphanage to pay for her room and board, her strange appearance and mannerisms lead her to be seen as a freak. To many, she was seen as having less value than the rags she used to clean the floors. When a blight comes to Crimson, the dragon demands a virgin "of marriageable age" as a sacrifice in exchange for his assistance. Seen as strange, even cursed, Millicent was an easy choice for the sacrifice. Loved and wanted by no one, there was nobody to fight for her when they chained her to the cart and left her at the base of the hill to be defiled or devoured. Little did they know, her sacrifice would be their biggest mistake./0/32369/coverorgin.jpg?v=86b4903637713dbc0a6937aa1495e18c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Intertwined By Love
Lorena has just lost her mother and is desperate, as she needs to take care of her little brother who is less than six months old, but she runs the risk of losing custody of him because she has no income, and her young age still doesn't help her, her hope and go after her brother's father for financial support, so she can take care of him herself. Her mother, before she died, named the baby's alleged father, the Greek tycoon Hermes Lykaios. He's a billionaire in the real estate business, he's a married man and above all suspicion. However, soon Lorena will have the sad mission of going to this traditional family and demanding the recognition of her little brother Hande!... Upon arriving at the Lykaios' mansion, she is intercepted by the Greek's eldest son. Heitor Lykaios, upon hearing Lorena's story, soon decides not to let her go to his mother Katrina and make a scandal, revealing the son of his father's betrayal! Because her mother is sick and to avoid suffering to her. Hector is capable of anything, even assuming the paternity of his supposed brother, and marrying Lorena./1/103748/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fa9b1b50326e530c2fcc4323a9d85b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding Planner's Billionaire Contract
He needed a wife to save his empire. I needed the money to save my future. Our marriage was supposed to be pure business... until our practiced kisses started feeling painfully real. ----------- As a wedding planner, I, Elena Torres, know a fake smile from a mile away. I just never thought I'd be wearing one in my own wedding photos. When reclusive billionaire Alexander Thorne offers me two million dollars to be his contract bride for one year, it's a simple deal: I play the perfect, doting wife to secure his merger, and I walk away with a fortune. The rules are clear: No real feelings. No messy attachments. Just cold, hard cash and a stunning diamond ring for the cameras. But the moment he pulls me close for our first "practice" kiss, a shocking spark ignites between us. His protective arm around me stops being an act, and the warmth in his storm-gray eyes looks terrifyingly genuine. Now, I'm falling for my own fake husband. And with paparazzi hunting our every move and his powerful family waiting for me to slip up, this marriage of convenience is becoming dangerously inconvenient for my heart. Can a love built on a lie ever become real? Or will our billion-dollar deal end in the most expensive heartbreak of all? A full-length, steamy billionaire romance featuring a marriage of convenience, fake dating, forced proximity, and a guaranteed happily ever after./0/94339/coverorgin.jpg?v=22c6927eae866ad7c21e93d64171c32f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Anniversary Divorce: My Queen's Rise
My husband handed me divorce papers on our anniversary. It was a "temporary maneuver," he said, to appease his pregnant mistress until she gave birth to his heir. Then he left me to die in a storm and forced me to give my blood to save her, threatening my parents' graves when I refused. He called me a "blood bag" and expected me to wait patiently for his return. He thought he knew his practical, loving wife. He was about to meet the queen who would take his crown, his company, and his entire world./0/82010/coverorgin.jpg?v=5340300957edbc3b252e2de0c8123891&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Memory and The Last Goodbye
For three years, librarian Sarah Miller has lived with a broken heart and a literal failing one, mourning her smokejumper husband Ethan, presumed lost in a massive wildfire. Then, a shocking phone call reveals Ethan is alive, but he has amnesia, calls himself Ash, and is building a new life with an entirely different woman who is pregnant with his child. Sarah travels across the country to confront him, only to find him utterly unrecognizable, showering a new love, Olivia, with the tenderness he once reserved for Sarah, even gifting her the silver locket that symbolized their eternal bond. The man she vowed "till death do us part" looks through her as if she's a stranger, the pain of his forgetfulness clashing with the unbearable sight of their most sacred token adorning another woman. Despite her own dwindling days and a heart shattered anew, Sarah chooses to hide her true identity, posing as his long-lost sister "Grace" in a desperate, selfless act to preserve his newfound happiness, even if it means dying in silence, forever erased from his memory./0/47294/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba1ca80abbd35e6be42aa9338bf3f945&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Male Luna
"I, Alpha Killan Raiden Leonidas, hereby reject you as my mate." When Ackerly Ciro Galeno heard these rejection from his mate because his sexual orientation, the man wanted to die and just vanished without traces. He became depressed and hurt, but he realized that he needed to move on because he was already used to being rejected by everyone. Alpha Killan then realized he needed his mate. It's his turn to go after his mate, but how can he prove his good intentions if Ackerly doesn't want anything to do with him?/0/82659/coverorgin.jpg?v=569b56e941d31dd2e0e1fa91080ae884&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride, Billionaire's Wife
My rehearsal dinner was meant to be the perfect prelude to marrying Silicon Valley' s golden boy, Ethan Hayes. The chandeliers of the Rosewood Ballroom cast a warm glow, but a sudden, sickening thud extinguished all light in my world. Ethan dramatically slipped, hitting his head, and when his eyes fluttered open, he looked straight at me, his fiancée, with chilling non-recognition. "Who are you?" he asked, sealing my fate and public humiliation. My world crumbled around me as "transient global amnesia" became the official diagnosis, conveniently erasing me from his memory. My own assistant, Chloe Vance, became his unwavering shadow, her public concern masking an undeniable triumph only I could see. The wedding summarily postponed, I was left to contend with the cruel whispers that followed me everywhere: "He faked it," "She wasn't good enough." I became a ghost in my own life, a pariah in Silicon Valley, branded as "the girl whose fiancé conveniently forgot her." Was his amnesia truly an accident, or was it a meticulously orchestrated betrayal, planned with Chloe, to destroy my life for her own ambition? This agonizing question haunted my every waking moment, fueling a silent despair deep within me. Five years later, having quietly rebuilt myself and secretly married the formidable tech titan Liam Knight, I unexpectedly faced Ethan and Chloe again. Their arrogant smiles and disdain were still sharp, but so was my strength, forged in the fires of past betrayal. This time, our paths crossing wasn't a tragedy, but the precise moment for an unforeseen reckoning./1/102126/coverorgin.jpg?v=802bfd5d4100ef047f8e0344eaaf84bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
