Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold
Amber Lim was famous for her luxurious style and beauty. But, she was also notorious as a man snatcher. Regretting her bad attitude, Amber was determined to start a new life. Despite the extreme winter, she headed north to learn from Adam Smith, the mysterious world's finest jewelry designer. Unfortunately, Amber was robbed and left in a deserted forest. There was only a small hut that could save her from freezing, and there was only one person who could help her survive—Mister Cold. No one knew the man's real name. He deliberately lived a solitary life and hated disturbance. Nearby villagers even called him the Cannibal because of the lack of humanity. While in fact, Mister Cold was just a widower who hated women, especially those who ruined people's relationship. What would happen to Amber? Could she conquer Mister Cold and go home safely? Or instead, she ended up being the widower's delicacy?/0/18590/coverorgin.jpg?v=38aa2d5df35b07e9d7de6f4ea3907cdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling in love wasn't the plan
He was famous the football captain, She was the topper of the class. However, she was unnoticed among the group of hot sassy cheer leaders who dominated the female population. Everyone remembered her name only during exams, yeah— everyone, even the ones who never knew she existed in the class. He was one of them. This year, before the final exams he became friends with her like any other student according to the plan he made with his other dumb friends— for seeking her help and notes but before the year end and even the results are out, he'd realize that falling in love wasn't in the plan!/0/19998/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6c103b2e8aa899dbb6d8cf6737a9583&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He used to hate her
Madison Grace...yeah, that's my name. If you are looking for some romance, then that's not my life. I used to love a boy so much that he equally used to hate me. It broke my heart to pieces and nobody could fix it. I couldn't forget him. Somehow my heart keeps on telling me that Xander's the one for me. But how is it possible? I don't believe it until I saw Xander again after some years of graduation. He was with his girlfriend and he's a millionaire too. But something was different this time. One incident...just one incident....which changed my life completely. It proved that we are destined to be together and that's just how it is.../0/79757/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc29b46cdcceb04ca3eb6fb80bc07467&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day They Erased Me: I Came Back
My mother’s impossibly sweet voice confirmed the usual: another polite banishment to an "art program." My life, I knew, had always been transactional, a mere "spare part" after I saved my sister Jessica's life. But this time, as I numbly agreed, a full-body shock pulsed through me. I remembered dying. The screech of tires, the shattered glass, the red bloom on a wedding dress. I was back. Reborn. On the very morning they first tried to erase me. My past was a relentless betrayal. Jessica, the golden child, had stolen my identity, my connection with Ethan—the man who once called me "Wren." My parents enabled her, labeling me jealous. At their engagement party, a staged "accident" left my hand bleeding, ignored. Then, my own father publicly struck me, and Ethan, the man I loved, stood by, his face utterly cold. How could they be so blindly cruel? How could my own family always choose their lies over my existence? And Ethan, who once knew my quiet soul, believed every falsehood, watching me break without mercy? The pain of betrayal was suffocating. No more. As the ultimate humiliation settled, a terrifying resolve hardened. I wouldn't fight for their approval. I wouldn't scream. I would agree to their terms, but internally, I would sever every tie. I would disappear, truly free, and build a new life where they held no power./0/81165/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194953&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gym Owner's Secret
Our tenth anniversary. As I pulled up to our Hamptons estate, a small, perfectly wrapped gift in hand, I expected champagne and celebration. Instead, I found my husband, Ethan, with his executive assistant, Jessica Thorne. Not just talking. My world shattered. His response? A casual proposal for an "open marriage," laced with a sneer about my humble origins. The humiliation deepened when my own father, concerned only with a business deal with Ethan, blackmailed me with my mother's cherished apple orchard to ensure my "compliance." I was forced to play along, even delivering "documents" to Ethan's hotel suite where his mistress openly flaunted their affair. The torment escalated: Jessica, knowing my severe lily allergy, sent a massive bouquet that left me gasping for air, collapsing into anaphylactic shock. In the hospital, Ethan attempted to "cleanse" me with antiseptic, his chilling possessiveness on full display. How could my entire life, built on trust and love, crumble so cruelly? Why was I, the one who tried to hold everything together, constantly used and betrayed by everyone I loved? The injustice was suffocating. Just as Ethan, having coldly dismissed his pregnant mistress, returned to claim me as his sole "property," ready to trap me permanently, a seemingly ordinary gym owner named Mike intervened. But his kind eyes held a secret that was about to unravel Ethan' s twisted empire and rewrite the rules of my very existence./0/38145/coverorgin.jpg?v=22e24455a134ef3e86a626ae1199977d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daughter of a Wife Turned to the Royal Phoenix
She escorted her husband to be crowned as the Emperor, but the day he took power became the day all her family members were slain brutally. She was reborn five years ago when her parents were healthy and alive, and she was unmarried. Above all, nothing started yet. Ye Muxi swore to take her revenge to eliminate all the regrets she committed in her previous life. Carrying the memories she collected for these five years, a weak Miss, who always got bullied, had transformed attractively. She protected her younger brother and stamped on the scum cheater. She took every step seriously and always took action first. However, how did she accidentally enthrall this scheming and handsome Royal Master? She killed people, and he set the fire. She poisoned someone, and he killed others. If she was willing to love only one person in the world, then he would spoil her all her life and stay with her forever. … … A couple, both invincible, held hands together. He would be loyal to her until he died./0/81791/coverorgin.jpg?v=e602fb6b01ea4902c11c5ca82921c476&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up A Stranger, Found My Love
I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank beyond my 18th year. The doctor said I was 27, even a talented architect, and married. But the woman they introduced as my wife, Sophia, was a cold, stunning stranger. She looked at me with thinly veiled contempt. She spoke of my nine lost years as a descent into breakdowns and "pathetic" dependence. My supposed best friend, Ethan Vance, was her true confidante, a smirking rival. Disgust curdled in my gut. This wasn't me. My 18-year-old self, full of ambition and drive, recoiled from this emasculated shadow of a man they described. How could I have become a "kept man," constantly ridiculed, chasing the approval of an ice queen? The humiliation was palpable, preserved in flashed cameras and casual insults. But this amnesia, this blank slate, felt like a gift. It stripped away the years of self-erasure, leaving behind only the core of who I was. And that core wanted nothing to do with this suffocating, demeaning life. "I want a divorce," I told her, my voice surprisingly firm. "The me I know wouldn't be married to someone who calls him pathetic." This was no act, no episode. This was me, fighting to reclaim a life I didn't remember. A life free from the woman who claimed to be my wife and the rival who wanted me utterly destroyed. Little did I know, the fight for my true identity would lead to a bloody confrontation and a shocking revelation that would change everything./0/86797/coverorgin.jpg?v=eed8651ec2cb91b8d74f672c1f54e9a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a Lie
The dull ache in my side was a souvenir from the back-alley clinic, but the briefcase in my hand, filled with $500,000, promised a future. It was my life savings, the sale of everything I owned, and even a kidney sold on the black market. All for Ethan, all to save the man I loved from experimental cancer. As I reached his luxury apartment, number 1208, I heard his laugh from inside. It wasn't the gentle laugh I knew. It was loud, arrogant, and cruel. "She sold a kidney! Can you believe the gullibility?" Ethan boomed, followed by laughter. "She handed over every penny she had, just like that." My blood ran cold. The heavy briefcase felt like it was filled with stones. Then Olivia Hayes' slick voice chimed in: "I told you she was the perfect target. That little orphan girl, so desperate for a family she' d do anything." Another voice slurred, "Heir to the entire Miller Tech fortune, and you' ve got this chick selling her organs for you. That' s next-level." I peeked through the cracked door. Ethan, vibrant and healthy, smirked, sipping whiskey. "It was Olivia' s idea, really. A way to get back at her for winning that art scholarship she wanted. A little punishment." My knees buckled. The briefcase slipped from my numb fingers, crashing to the marble floor. Stacks of hundred-dollar bills, my life' s savings and the price of my flesh, spilled out like a sick joke. Every word was a hammer blow to my reality. The love, the late-night talks, the shared dreams-all a meticulously crafted performance. My entire two-year relationship, the one solid thing in my life, was a lie. A game. But then, a cold, hard anger began to burn through the devastation. I would not be a victim. In that grimy restroom, I made a decision: I would reclaim my life. I called my art professor. And when Ethan called, I answered, my voice terrifyingly calm. "I' m on my way," I said. "Just got held up." I was about to show him just how much I had learned./0/94306/coverorgin.jpg?v=d17f893f2d59f63b1b280347df3918df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Architect of His Own Downfall
I was a celebrated architect engaged to Carter Hart, the city' s golden boy politician. I designed our perfect life, and he was on the verge of becoming mayor. Then I found a video on a shared cloud drive. It was of him marrying his pregnant campaign manager three months ago. I was just a prop for his image, a "fake girlfriend" he planned to discard after the election. To keep me compliant, he secretly drugged my daily smoothies, making me feel foggy and unstable. He staged a fire at my award-winning building to ruin my reputation, then tried to have me locked away in a mental institution, claiming I' d had a breakdown. But the final blow came from my godfather. He discovered Carter' s manipulation began seven years ago, when he paid someone to sabotage my college thesis, shattering my confidence just so he could swoop in and be my savior. My entire relationship wasn't just a lie; it was a cage he had designed from the very beginning. So I flew to London and spent six months with my godfather' s production team. We created a ninety-minute documentary to expose every crime, every lie. And we planned to air it live, hijacking the broadcast of his final election night rally. We called it "The Architect of Lies."/0/85702/coverorgin.jpg?v=858d4161f17207c73898affa66864ba9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Child, My Shattered Dreams
The hiss of my espresso machine was a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. For five years, my marriage to Ethan, a renowned OB/GYN, was built on a promise: no kids, just us. My childhood trauma, the sterile scent of a hospital from losing my sister in childbirth, etched a deep fear in my soul. But I loved Ethan, enough to face my deepest fear. I secretly stopped my birth control, and this morning, two pink lines screamed hope. I bought tiny white sneakers, drove to his clinic, my heart pounding with dreams of his joy. Then I saw him through the window. His hand wasn' t on a chart, but on Chloe Davis, a pregnant intern' s, swollen belly. His head was bent low, his expression tenderness I' d only dreamed of. And on her wrist, a silver key charm-the matching half to my anniversary locket. The gift box slipped, the sneakers tumbling onto the dirty concrete. He came home later, all smiles for his "rough pregnancy" patient. "Who is she, Ethan?" I asked, my voice flat. He fed me a practiced lie, but I'd seen him. I'd seen the key. He confessed it had been going on for a year, a year of endless lies. The conferences, the late nights, all of it a sickening charade. "My parents... the pressure for a grandchild," he stammered, painting me as the villain. His words were a physical blow, turning my pain into pure fury. That night, my world crumbled further as his parents, Richard and Eleanor Hayes, swept into my home. "To think you would suggest terminating our grandchild," Eleanor sneered, revealing their cruel plot: they had orchestrated Chloe and Ethan' s affair to secure a grandchild. Then, she tagged me in an Instagram post-a beaming Chloe, a sonogram, Ethan' s arm around her. "Welcoming our grandson, Arthur Hayes," the caption read, stealing the name I' d whispered to Ethan in a moment of shared dreams. Chloe burst in, screaming accusations of my trying to ruin her life, then feigned a dramatic fall at my feet. Ethan kneeled, cradling her, then looked up at me, his face contorted in rage. "You're insane? You're trying to kill my child!" he screamed. The sharp, twisting pain in my abdomen returned, more intense than ever. A warm, wet sensation spread, staining my pants. Blood. My baby. Our baby. The one I had dared to hope for. They were all focused on Chloe, the fake victim. No one saw me, clutching my stomach, as my life' s greatest hope bled out onto the floor. I was completely, utterly alone in my loss./0/70997/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fa2b3675c5ecb472e727c22a582cdb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fool Me Once
Cassie Jones was the girl who went unnoticed-plus-sized, shy, and silently battling her self-esteem issues. But she had a secret: a gigantic crush on Jeffery Richards, the star athlete, golden boy and basketball hero of their school. What she wasn't aware of was that he too idolized her, secretly drawing her and composing poetry about her silent beauty. That was until the day a cruel bet forced his secret feelings out in the worst way imaginable. Cassie, heartbroken, disappeared from his life. Thirteen years later, fate brings them together again. Cassie is a tough PR executive, prosperous, aggressive, and not interested in revisiting the pain of her past. But Jeffery is resolved to demonstrate to her that he has changed-that his love for her never has. Will she learn to trust him again, or will the past repeat itself?/0/97122/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ea8e6f8e0553f28f9e98eaf54851517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Deathbed Wish: His True Love
On my deathbed, my husband of ten years held my hand. He didn't pray for my soul, but for a next life where he could finally be with his true love, Bianca, free from me. A single tear fell as I died. And then, I woke up. I was twenty-five again, back on the day I found him after he' d been missing for five years with amnesia. Last time, I forced his memories to return. It worked, but it drove Bianca to suicide, and he spent the rest of our lives resenting me for it. His care for me as I slowly died from ALS was his penance, not his love. My love had been his cage. So this time, when his father called to say he was found, I didn' t rush to the hospital. I walked into his parents' office, slid my terminal ALS diagnosis across the table, and broke our engagement. "He has a new life," I said. "I won't be his burden." This time, I would grant his wish./0/22658/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4edd1ef900ccb44a0bec88560f9173e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
For Love & honor
Diesel has been in the military since he was 18 and so ready to be out and start his life. He wants to find someone and fall in love maybe even have a family. He wants all of that with Aria but she feels moving on would betray her deceased husband. Can these two get past their heartbreaks and find love again in each other..../0/25161/coverorgin.jpg?v=364130daea281f78b684d80991461f4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prince Charming's Pampered Wife
“I’m pregnant, you should be responsible for me.” The woman acted cutely and pointed at her bulged abdomen. Master Koo cast a glance at her lightly, “You got pregnant after one night. Not bad!” After marriage. “Honey, someone bullied me.” The next day, the one who had bullied her got punished and knelt in front of her to beg for mercy. “Young master, young madam sells your luxury watches at a low price!” Master Koo raised his hand, “As long as she is happy.” “Young master, young madam sells you as a gift on the double eleven sale!” Master Koo changed his face immediately. She became so crazy without his favor? “Take her back!” Spoil her to death! Someone asked Barbie, “Master Koo always bullies you. Are you afraid?” Barbie was cracking melon seeds with a carefree expression, “Not at all. I bore a son to torture him. Look, he is tutoring our son and has been insane. Hahaha...” With Master Koo’s excessive indulgence, the woman’s life was getting more and more comfortable. Until one day, she knew all the truth. It turned out that he had a “scheme”./0/88518/coverorgin.jpg?v=c899c637b535f53498d148a2565cfd15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Man, Her Best Friend
I sat at the city' s most expensive restaurant, waiting for Donovan, my fiancé, to celebrate his company' s massive success. We had built it together for five years. He never showed up. Instead, I found an Instagram story from my best friend, Karmen, showing Donovan passed out on her sofa, shirtless, with her playfully covering her mouth. The caption read: "He works so hard! Had to make sure my favorite CEO got home safe ." The man I was supposed to marry was with my best friend, again. When he finally stumbled home, he gave me a cheap smart home hub – the basic model Karmen had just thrown away. The next morning, Karmen was in his car, flaunting the expensive version. When I told her to get out, she smirked, "Make me." Rage flared. I grabbed her arm, and she shrieked, throwing herself out of the car. Donovan rushed over, shoving me aside, and cradled her, glaring at me. "You've got some serious issues, attacking your own friend." He sped off, his back tire catching my leg, fracturing my fibula. At the apartment, Karmen was lounging, eating peaches Donovan had peeled for her – peaches he' d always been too busy to get for me. Then I found my grandmother' s locket, her last gift, on Karmen' s dog' s collar, covered in teeth marks. Donovan just stood there, disapproving of me. "Is that how you see it, too?" I asked. He said nothing. I clutched the ruined locket, wheeled myself out, and left without looking back./0/89926/coverorgin.jpg?v=032aa5904c536b27d9b39fdcdd382977&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Ex, Married To His Uncle
"Take my last name and reck all the havoc you want, Ocean." .. His last name alone was power, a commanding force, a force that makes even rulers bow... .... Aliyah Malvern's life took a drastic change... a terrible one, when her step mother and brother revealed the truth about her birth, a dirty secret she feared and that was been her father's bastard child, her inheritance was also taken away from her leaving her poor. As if that isn't enough, her step sister snatched her boyfriend, a man Aliyah loved deeply and had envisaged their future together, alongside that, the whole campus was turned against her and in a short while she became the element of ridicule and bully. Drown in sadness and misery, she ended up having a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be no other person than her ex's Uncle... Kingley Romero.. the world soughted after billionaire bachelor, greatly feared and overly mysterious. And also overnight she becomes the billionaire's wife an offer of revenge was placed right into her laps and she is sure taking it, till every one of them falls to their feet, begged, alongside worship her, she would not stop. The marriage was to serve purpose, he needed a wife, she needed revenge but then undeniable sparks began to fly, oppositions arises, but one thing is that the billionaire has vowed never to let her go, never! He would spoil and pamper so much till she becomes the envy of the world./0/20468/coverorgin.jpg?v=58f4bf3fbad0be18bff4eafa028e85f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Only Woman
Blaire Ruiz, 22, is a normal university student who has dreams for herself. She's an orphan and she's striving hard to survive and to reach her dreams. Because of some circumstances, she met Dylan Adizer, 27, - a man who has a high status and a noble man. After spending time together, they fell in love with each other. Their lives wasn't easy as they expected, their love for one another was tested in so many ways. But despite of all the challenges they had experience, in the end will they be able to say 'Us, Until Forever?'/0/66617/coverorgin.jpg?v=89d3378726694b440f7bed9d0cb31b43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A One Night Stand With Damien Smith
Blaire hesitated, unaware of how much to reveal. " For spending time with me that night." Damien's expression shifted. " Are you a sex worker? I mean we only met that night, had sex while drunk and you seem okay with it. Are you here for the money? Well I should have thought about that too. I mean you know I'm Damien Smith." " No, How can you be so mean?" she said, disgusted by his attitude . " I didn't even know who you were until that morning." He nodded, his gaze rather cold. " But you took the money I dropped on the cupboard. For a moment I thought what I felt was real." "Look, whatever we had that night wasn't real, and you forced me into having an affair with you," he said, his voice cold and detached. The story is billionaire romance that revolves around two complex characters from very different worlds. Damien Smith, heir to a vast family fortune, is burdened by expectations and an emotionally unstable relationship with his fiancée, Gina. And Blaire,working a low-paying job at a coffee shop, is used to her difficult life enduring mistreatment and haunted by a troubled childhood. Their lives intertwine unexpectedly as they have a conversation and find solace and understanding in each other, despite the fact they were strangers to each other. They got drunk and ended up in each other's arms. He tries to deny the feelings he has for Blaire, as he ensures himself, she was only a desperate chick, who hovers around men for money. He meets her again at the bar, but this time around he was cold. The once lively emotions Blaire felt turned to agony, as Damien made it clear, it was only a one night stand./0/87736/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7b1741aa96741a0ea225a5147f5ca09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Broke Her Heart
For ten years, my stepbrother Kason Oneal was my protector. After our parents divorced, he fought to keep me in his home, becoming the only family I had. Everyone knew he cherished me, and my gratitude slowly blossomed into a secret love. Then, his old high school flame, Dalia Keith, came back. The man who once kissed me in the dark of my room vanished overnight, replaced by a stranger. I overheard him telling Dalia, "She's just my stepsister. I feel sorry for her, that's all." He demanded I give back the jade pendant he once worked all summer to buy for my birthday, only to give it to her. When I asked to move out of the room next to his, he laughed cruelly. "You'll move into the servant's quarters in the basement. That's where you belong now." The final blow came when he gave an interview to the press, painting me as a clingy, delusional girl. I became the public villain in their perfect love story, a parasite who couldn't let him go. Staring at a taunting picture Dalia sent of her wearing my pendant, I finally understood. My love was worthless. I picked up the phone and called my biological father. "Dad, I agree. I want to marry Hadley Payne."/0/81635/coverorgin.jpg?v=13a5ab22cf9a5d2128398e40a14f8e25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
