Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Man She Called "Boring"
On the eve of my wedding, I was in the new house I' d bought for Jennifer, practicing my vows, believing my devotion would finally earn her love. My phone buzzed. It was a Finsta notification, her secret Instagram. Curiosity twisted my gut as I opened it. There, a picture of her hand, my three-carat diamond sparkling, intertwined with her ex-boyfriend Tyrone' s tattooed hand on a rumpled motel bed. The caption read: "One last taste of freedom before I'm locked down. #WildHeart." My blood ran cold. I called, but her voice was sharp, annoyed; then I heard his low laugh. Scrolling deeper, I found more: "He's so sweet and reliable, but so... boring. Sometimes I miss the passion." And the one that killed me: "My heart belongs to the music, but my life belongs to the money. It is what it is. The wedding is on. At least I'll be rich." Five years of love reduced to a transaction. I was just a walking ATM, a "boring safety net." Humiliation burned through me. But as my best man called to confirm the limo, a new feeling pushed through the pain: resolve. The wedding would happen. But Jennifer Chavez would not be the bride. I scrolled through my contacts. Molly Fuller. My college friend. "How would you like to get married tomorrow?" I asked. It was a contract. A shocking twist that would redefine everything./0/90452/coverorgin.jpg?v=43abbfc90fcea2a254e82a5e99923541&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Forever Crumbles: Love's Harsh Reality
My husband, the tech billionaire Jackson Watkins, was perfect. For two years, he adored me, and our marriage was the envy of everyone we knew. Then a woman from his past appeared, holding the hand of a pale, sick four-year-old boy. His son. The boy had leukemia, and Jackson became consumed with saving him. After an accident at the hospital, his son had a seizure. In the chaos, I fell hard, a sharp pain shooting through my abdomen. Jackson ran right past me, carrying his son, and left me bleeding on the floor. I lost our baby that day, alone. He never even called. When he finally appeared at my hospital bed the next morning, he was wearing a different suit. He begged for forgiveness for being absent, not knowing the real reason for my tears. Then I saw it. A dark hickey on his neck. He had been with her while I was losing our child. He told me his son's dying wish was to see his parents married. He begged me to agree to a temporary separation and a fake wedding with her. I looked at his desperate, selfish face, and a strange calm settled over me. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it."/0/33349/coverorgin.jpg?v=0312b90ed7722cd47cbc6001aec57e5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Dance with the Devil
Anastasia Chadwick is a twenty years old, wayward and careless lady. All her life, she had been a slave to her own mother who turned her into something she never imagined herself to be, but she wished to find someone who loves her or someone she could love, before she dies, which is still a long journey. Ever since she was little, she had the fear of dieing and this had prompt her to live her life to the fullest, but when she came across Devi Notham, her life took a drastic turn and it got so hard to keep on with her wishes./0/27509/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bae7a0b1d78bd3f2b03a12dc00440d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Secret Millionaire
Karishma Jones doesn’t want a relationship, especially not with Seth Parker. In her eyes, he was the enemy because defenders shouldn’t mix with prosecutors. However, Karishma can’t deny the sparkling chemistry that they share between them. Seth Parker is the definition of handsome and sweet. He knew what he wants and he goes after it. He doesn’t care if Kari stands on the opposite side of the courtroom, he wants her. Kari battled between her job and her heart, which does she choose?/0/28158/coverorgin.jpg?v=e50bfb59a5806260b4e0298096a94afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CRANK
Elena Grace has always lived a simple life, with two supportive and loving parents, she has never felt anything has been missing from her life – except for the first 10 years. As a child she never thought much about it, but nearing her 21st birthday Elena finds herself constantly being reminded of her missing memories. Delving into the mystery of herself, she finds she isn’t alone in the pursuit of uncovering what happened one fateful night over a decade ago, the series of disasters that plague her past, and a life she had long forgotten. Along her path to discovering who she is, and who she once was, she meets a whirlwind storm in the shape of a dark and mysterious man named Dmitri Vasilek. He appears out of nowhere and claims Elena as his, ready to lay his life down for her. As the two continue to entangle themselves together, she discovers his appearance in her life isn’t coincidental – and Dmitri just might be the key to uncovering her past self, and many more secrets she never knew laid deep within her. || All Rights Reserved Alice Marie 2022/0/63523/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfa760653785304d2e70a051c2834f39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BILLIONAIRE HEART
In the lavish world of the Clark family, Cynthia lived a life of quiet suffering, overshadowed by her cruel stepmother and envious stepsiblings. Treated as an outsider in her own home, she endured constant belittlement and isolation. Nora, driven by jealousy and spite, hatched a wicked plan. Disguising her intent behind a seemingly friendly invitation, she and Alison lured Cynthia into a dangerous trap. They spiked her drink and left her defenseless in a stranger's room. What Cynthia didn't know was that the room belonged to Arnold Goodman, a notorious billionaire known for his reckless indulgence. Seeing Cynthia in her vulnerable state, he mistook her for just another fleeting encounter and took advantage of her, while Alison secretly recorded everything. The next day, during a grand wedding ceremony, the shocking truth was revealed in the most brutal way. The video played for all to see, exposing not only Cynthia's torment but also the heartless betrayal of her family. In that devastating moment, Cynthia's suffering came crashing into the open, leaving the world stunned./0/85910/coverorgin.jpg?v=f90696292a186755badc51c0595a879f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Wife's Comeback
For five years, my architectural career was my sanctuary, a fortress I built around myself and my sick daughter, Lily, after David, my fiancé and Lily' s father, vanished without a trace, leaving us to drown in debt and medical bills. The man who promised forever simply disappeared, and I poured every ounce of my being into keeping Lily alive. Then, he reappeared. Not alone, but with Chloe Davis – my best friend since childhood – by his side, her arm possessively linked through his. She was glowing, pregnant with his child, while my own daughter fought for every breath. They looked so perfectly, disgustingly happy. My world shattered again, only this time, he looked me in the eye, the woman he once loved, the mother of his child, and asked, "Who are you?" His mother and Chloe joined in, accusing me of stalking, of being crazy, while he stood by silently, denying our entire past, denying Lily. How could he forget? How could the man who swore to protect me, who saw my dreams, now look at me with such cold indifference, even annoyance? Did our love mean so little? Did our daughter mean nothing at all? But the final blow landed in Lily' s hospital room, where he stood with Chloe, brazenly celebrating their new life, while Lily gasped for air, hooked up to machines. He looked at our dying daughter and declared, "Whatever is wrong with this child, it has nothing to do with me." That lie, that ultimate betrayal, finally snapped something inside me. Enough. It was time for him to remember, and for me to fight back for my daughter, for our truth./0/80719/coverorgin.jpg?v=86187d0a946ae2f384871a42684cbb83&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phoenix Wife
Weeks after my C-section, exhausted and clinging to my newborn, Lily, my husband Jake burst through the door, reeking of cheap perfume and stale beer. Trailing behind him was Tiffany “Tiff” Evans, openly pregnant, a smirk on her face. “Tiff’s pregnant,” he announced, not even looking at me or our baby. “I want a divorce. Now. And she’s moving in today.” My world spun. Not again. A terrifying vision, sharp as shattered glass, of a past life: the exact same words, the exact same betrayal, ending with Lily’s tragic death and my parents consumed by flames, all set by Jake. In this life, later that very day, Jake’s drunken rage caused Lily to fall twice. She lay lifeless. My father’s house, my family’s legacy, was ripped away through his cruel deceit, leaving me alone with my baby’s cold, still body in a seedy motel. How could fate be so cruel as to force me to relive this nightmare? The injustice was a crushing weight, my grief calcified into a chilling resolve. There were no tears left, only a burning, vengeful fire within. This was my second chance, a horrifying replay. And this time, armed with future knowledge, a silent vow erupted from the depths of my soul: They would all pay. Every single one of them. For Lily. For my parents. I wouldn't just survive; I would make them wish they’d never been born./0/23616/coverorgin.jpg?v=df059b196f712df1cadf2081c2c9587c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated to the Alpha I hate
"You are mine alone and no one else would have you" Jayden the school's well known bully and an unrepentant playboy shrieked at her and she frowned anger seething through her. "Point of correction, I would never be yours so get that into your thick stupid skull". "Get away from me for I have a have a boyfriend who awaits me" Rhoda yelled at him pushing him off and walking away from his sight. * * * Jayden was the school's head bully. Once you refused to sleep with him, he would bully you till you succumbed. In Rhoda's case, she was strong headed and refused to be affected by his bullies. She ignored him and bare whatever thing he does to her as long as he never saw her panties. She was finally happy she when they entered their final class as would soon be freed from his bully but it looked like the moon goddess hated her and would never let her be happy "so she thought". Rhoda's world crumbled the day she finally turned 18 and discovered that her boyfriend Luca who had been with her ever since she was 8 wasn't his mate, rather it was Jayden whom she dreaded. Jayden was grateful as the strong headed girl would finally melt in his hands. But was Luca who rejected his mate a year ago for his girlfriend ever going to allow Jayden have what was his? Would Rhoda ever accept Jayden as her mate? Would Jayden be letting her go just because they might refuse? Read on to find out in this fantastic novel./1/100186/coverorgin.jpg?v=f03a8385926f402600e86dcae7157a88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pleasure Under His Command
🔥🔥Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly... welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn't understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut... she never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn't know what she was doing... but somehow, that didn't matter. He took control, and she let him. His tongue didn't just lick it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. "Fuck.." She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she'd never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex's final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn't satisfy him, that she didn't even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn't think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating... and she never even got his name./0/82017/coverorgin.jpg?v=38a5e05d78eea83ab9f44331c0cdb46a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rewriting Our Love Story
I was consumed by Olivia, my older brother's best friend. My obsession was a dark, unhealthy thing. At a college party, I led her to a quiet room, her drink secretly spiked, ready to make her mine. But just as I leaned in, a horrifying vision fractured my world. I saw a nightmare future: a miserable marriage to Olivia, her eyes full of hate, my brother Alex dead because of my jealousy, and my own lonely, pathetic end. Convinced I was a villain destined to ruin them all, I confessed everything in a panic, branded as a monster. To save them from that "script," I ran, vanishing for six years, living in self-exile, always alone. I fabricated endless lies, like a fake German doctor girlfriend, deliberately pushing Olivia away, believing she belonged with Alex. But when Alex's sudden health crisis brought me home, Olivia's best friend, Maya, dropped a bombshell that shattered my entire flawed reality. Maya, who eerily "remembers" other timelines, revealed the impossible truth: Olivia never loved Alex; she loved me. My entire sacrifice, my six years of running, my fervent belief in a fixed tragic script - all based on a catastrophic misunderstanding. Now, with my world turned upside down, I must face the woman I pushed away for years, confess the depths of my fear and misunderstanding, and somehow, try to rewrite a love story I thought doomed us all./0/92075/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b7435d7f5d413b5c9b57e86ae6e0b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Bride, Found Love
On my wedding day, my family fussed over my "delicate nerves" while my fiancé, Mark, told me my only job was to look beautiful. For years, they'd treated me like a fragile doll, a problem to be managed. An hour before I was meant to walk down the aisle, I overheard them on a forgotten baby monitor. They were discussing the sedative they planned to slip into my champagne. The goal wasn't just to calm my "hysterics." It was to get me through the ceremony before sending me to bed, "overcome with emotion." The moment I was gone, they planned to switch my wedding decor for a hidden "Happy Birthday" banner and turn my reception into a lavish party for my nephew. My entire life was just an inconvenient opening act for a celebration I wasn't invited to. They had always called me paranoid for feeling invisible. Now I knew the horrifying truth: they weren't just ignoring me, they were actively plotting to erase me from my own life. But my late grandmother had left me one last gift: an escape hatch. A business card for a man named Julian Thorne, with the words "Unconventional Solutions" printed beneath his name. I smashed a crystal vase, fled the five-star suite in my bare feet and a silk robe, and walked away from my life, leaving them to clean up the mess. My only destination was the address on that card./0/82666/coverorgin.jpg?v=45cade869f5e77bc66e04c847dc9f2bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Genuine Love Found
My whole life had been a meticulous climb. Every blueprint, every award, every late night was for one person. Isabelle Vance, the golden daughter of a political dynasty, my childhood sweetheart I swore to marry. Winning the prestigious Thornton Prize was supposed to be our moment, the culmination of years, the validation I needed to finally propose. But at the gala celebrating my success, she arrived on her cousin Spence' s arm. Her eyes barely met mine, and when I confronted her, she delivered a chilling public dismissal. "That was just a silly, youthful understanding, Ethan," she declared, her voice cold and clear, echoing through the hushed ballroom. My world shattered publicly. Confused and heartbroken, I tried to cling to hope, but she pulled further away, always with Spence. Then, her engagement party-not to me, but to him. When I begged for an explanation, she slapped me, hissing, "Leave and never contact me again." Her powerful father orchestrated my exile to a remote, struggling region, burying me professionally. There, fighting pneumonia and despair after a life-threatening accident, Spence sent me a cruel wedding album of him and Izzy, beaming, meant as a final taunt. I lay there, convinced I was dying, wondering: how could the woman I dedicated my life to betray me so utterly? Why was I tossed aside like trash, my achievements meaningless, my love a joke? Was I just a "project" to them, unworthy of their world? The injustice burned deeper than any fever. But from the brink of death, a park ranger named Clara found me. She didn't care about my past, my ambition, or the Vances. She taught me what genuine love was, healing my body and soul. Now, years later, I'm back in Boston, not as a broken man, but with a family forged in resilience. And it's time to finally put the past, and Isabelle, to rest./0/47950/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3b9ff8540296ab29f8f3aeab6d57184&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Delicate Love
She spun the bottle and it faced Charles. "Truth or Dare?" "Dare." Charles responded. She smirked and dared; "I dare you to kiss Rose." Rose was shocked at the dare and her heart started beating frantically, butterfly erupted in her stomach as Charles moved closer to her, closer and closer till their lips were about one centimeter close, then he took her lips and starting kissing her, slow and soft, and soft, and soft. She was enjoying it. It felt like heaven, then he stopped and released her. He stared at her and winked which made her blush... ° ° ° Rose Nkem, a pure innocent girl who is a 200 level student in Golden Fame University. She fell in love with a young handsome Playboy named Charles who hurt her just to win a freaking bet which was to get into her pants! Charles is a young handsome millionaire well known as a Playboy in Golden Fame University. He had been in love with Rose since they were kids but noticed that Rose couldn't remember him or anyone from her past after meeting again in the University. A friend of his tried to spill the forbidden truth that would ruin Rose, so at the process of trying to stop him from spilling the truth, the bet happened! Years later, they met again and he vowed he would get Rose back, but was surprised as he figured he would try to win not only one heart, but two. But would Rose be able to let him into her life? Would she be able to trust him on her little big secret? Would she be able to love him again?! Read to find out! ________________/0/83964/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e364a8402d25b6d0cc779aba1aee252&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Broken Songs
My life as Gabrielle Fuller, Nashville' s sweetheart known for songs of love and forgiveness, seemed picture-perfect. My husband, Caleb Scott, the city' s "Kingmaker" producer, publicly repented for his first affair, solidifying our image as the golden couple who weathered any storm. I'd even secured our future with a brutal post-nup years ago, a secret safety net if his "mistakes" ever escalated. Then, one rainy Tuesday, searching for tax documents, I stumbled upon a hidden folder on Caleb' s computer. "Archives," password-protected. I typed the date of his first affair, and it opened to reveal hundreds of video files. My breath hitched. Caleb. And Molly. Not just pictures, but damning videos from last week. I watched as Molly, pregnant, sat on his lap, mocking me. "Gabrielle is easy," Caleb sneered, "She wants to believe in fairy tales. As long as I play the prince, she'll never look behind the curtain." My world imploded. The carefully curated image of our perfect marriage, the love story that fueled my career, was a meticulously crafted lie. My husband, the man who' d promised forever, was a master manipulator, not just cheating but planning to steal my future, my dream of a family, by faking my infertility and adopting the child his mistress was carrying. The pain was a physical blow, yet through the shock, a cold, hard clarity emerged. I wasn't going to collapse. I was going to fight back. And I knew exactly how to make him pay./0/90453/coverorgin.jpg?v=da1d39b979a395ce8d02de56946911f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated Love, Unwritten Endings
For three years, I paid millions to have Caleb Mitchell as my boyfriend. I funded his sister's experimental cancer treatment, and in return, the brilliant, proud student played the part of my loving companion. He resented being bought, but I was foolish enough to fall in love with him. That foolishness ended two months ago, after a fall from a horse left me with a concussion. I woke up with the horrifying knowledge that my entire life was a lie—I was just the villainess in a novel, a footnote in a story about him. In this story, Caleb was the hero, destined to reunite with his true love, Frances. I was the obstacle he had to overcome. My pre-written fate was to go mad with jealousy, try to destroy them, and end up ruined and dead. I thought it was a hallucination until the plot began to unfold. The final proof was the vintage watch I spent months restoring for his birthday. A week later, he gave it to Frances, telling her it was just some old trinket he'd found. According to the script, seeing that watch on her wrist was supposed to make me fly into a hysterical rage, sealing my tragic fate. But I refuse to follow their story. If the villainess is destined for a tragic end, then this villainess will simply disappear from the book altogether. I slid a black credit card across the polished desk. "I want to be declared dead," I told the man who specialized in new beginnings. "Lost at sea. No body."/1/111218/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a6710bf1b91b37097735626cc1ba060&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FLASH MARRIAGE TO MY EX FIANCE'S FATHER
Dumped at the altar, she shocks everyone by marrying her ex-fiancé's father on the spot. Now she's trapped in a scandalous marriage with a ruthless billionaire, while her ex becomes obsessed with winning her back. But the biggest danger isn't the forbidden love... It's the secrets her new husband is hiding./0/85911/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6f40d41daeabc48c216cce8478bc5f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Reckoning, Her Triumph
Six years. That' s how long it had been since Mark Johnson chose to walk away, leaving me to face my family' s ruin alone. Now he stood in my apartment, polished and powerful, fully expecting to find me broken and waiting for him. Instead, I was sprawled on a worn sofa, cradling my sleeping baby, Liam. Mark' s perfectly sculpted face twisted in disbelief, then disgust, as he laid eyes on my son. "Whose is that?" he spat, then, eyeing my faded clothes and humble home, added, "I mean, who' s the father? Have you no shame?" He offered to take me back as his mistress and "find a good family" for Liam, as if my child were dispensable cargo. Then he grabbed my arm, revealing an ugly, jagged scar on my forearm-a relic from the "halfway house" he' d sent me to. Chloe, my stepsister, ever the innocent puppet master, smoothly deflected his concern, painting me as a reckless delinquent. It worked. Any flicker of understanding in Mark' s eyes hardened into contempt. "You' ve become something ugly, Ava," he told me, letting go as if I were contaminating. I knew he wasn' t disappointed in himself, only in me for not suffering prettily. He lunged for my throat, then for Liam, snarling that my son's absence might "make me see reason." Just as despair choked me, the door crashed open. "Get your hands off of them." Jake Stone, my friend, my partner, my savior, stepped into the room, his presence a shield. He took Liam, comforting him before turning to Mark, his voice calm but lethal. "I'm the man who's here now," he stated. "And I'm telling you to get out." I stood beside Jake, tears drying, my voice clear. "You left me to rot for six years. Jake was the one who pulled me from the wreckage. He' s more of a man than you will ever be."/0/19399/coverorgin.jpg?v=9aa5be06ec6c34d1e66fb9e82f220194&imageMogr2/format/webp)
