Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Married To Mr Arrogant
She's poor, but sassy, and sometimes weak. She's been abused. Most of all, they took her parents away from her. Alexa Banks was always haunted by those memories... That night, that image of her dad's murdered corpse in front of her house. That memory lived with her, and pushed her down. That night was why her mom died, leaving behind her younger brother to fend for alone. Her father was a poor man who had went through a lot in life to fend for his small family of four. Everything was going smoothly and manageable for them until the night their door bell was rung, and in front of them was him in his pool of blood, murdered. Alexa had a younger brother, Jace. Jace had a heart disease passed down to him by his mother (hereditary disease). For a 10 year old, Jace wasn't allowed to go to school like other kids, he wasn't allowed to go to parks like he wanted. His heart disease made him lead a boring life, much to his dislike. Oh, did I forget? He was one stubborn lad. Alexa worked as a part timer in a restaurant. Her boss is rude, jerky and grumpy. He made it difficult for her to work in the restaurant. Anderson Green is an every girls' man. He is handsome, sexy, intelligent, smart and to crown it all, he is the heir to a business mogul, and oh... He was a man whore too. Everything changes for Alexa when their two worlds get intertwined.😗 Will she be able to find out what happened to her dad?🤔 Will her brother get to lead the normal life he wants?🤔 What happens when the world of the Rich and Poor intertwine?🤔 Find out in this heart reeling story 😘🥂/0/81425/coverorgin.jpg?v=61c546a9ac4ccb9fb54e71c8aaab19e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, My Tormentor
For five years, my wife Seraphina' s 'purity' defined my existence. My days were a relentless cycle of scrubbing, proving I was 'clean' enough for her. This pristine, empty marriage felt like a lifelong sentence. Then, a faint love bite on her collarbone sparked a flicker of doubt, quickly replaced by horror when I overheard her chilling phone call. My wife wasn' t just cruel; she was auctioning me off. The 'Ethan Experience' she chirped, chilling me to the bone. Those excruciating 'cleansings' weren't about her mysophobia; they were about erasing me for her lover, Julian. My raw, burning skin wasn't from clumsiness, but industrial-strength soaps meant to wipe away any trace of me. They filmed me, naked, for a pre-auction 'preview,' inviting a crowd of socialites to watch. My wife, the woman who claimed disgust at my touch, was selling me like property. The night arrived, and I found myself sedated, stripped, and pushed into a glass room, the auctioneer's voice already booming my 'unveiling.' How could the woman I vowed to protect turn me into a living spectacle, a commodity of contempt? The betrayal was a physical ache, the humiliation a crushing weight. Was this truly my fate, to be auctioned off, utterly broken and shamed? All for a man who claimed to be 'allergic' to me, a lie she orchestrated for five years. Just as the curtain began to rise, a familiar, commanding voice cut through the haze. My godmother, Eleanor Vance, a formidable force, burst in, holding the annulment papers I thought I'd never need. My escape began not with a fight, but with a signature, as my dignity was finally restored. That night, I didn't become a spectacle; I became free./1/113870/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d1aaacaba4e71af875661730b728121&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Let Go: He Chose the Fake Heiress, I Chose Myself
In Evelyn Whitmore's heart, Annelise Whitmore had never been the imposter who stole her life. She had always been the sister who pulled her out of hell. Annelise had taught her how to carry herself, had stood up for her when no one else would. When Evelyn's husband, Nathan Langford went bankrupt and their life fell apart, Annelise was the one who stepped in without hesitation, helping them through it all. It wasn't until the day Nathan got hurt that everything shattered. Evelyn saw it with her own eyes. He had Annelise pinned against the wall, his voice breaking. "You said your sister was pitiful and made me marry her, but what about me? Annie, let's be together again, okay?" Tears streamed down Annelise's face. "I can't. I already took her place. I can't take her marriage too." Outside the door, Evelyn trembled all over. So her husband and her sister had been in love all along. She signed the divorce papers and chose to let them be together. But Nathan chased her across miles, grabbing her hand and begging her to come back./0/18482/coverorgin.jpg?v=cab7f99796a207c586db0721bfc523b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Genius Twins And Their Mother
Lancy, a daughter of a wealthy family, is sold to an agent organization. During a mission, she is seriously injured and lost her consciousness. Years later she wakes up, unexpectedly finding that she has boy/girl twins. Her six-year-old boy is smart, with excellent business thinking; the girl is good at martial arts. Lancy cannot figure out what had happened during the past years and who is the father of the twins. But she doesn’t bother with that at all. Actually, she decides to live freely and happily in the world with her lovely twins. Then, she meets him, who asks her to be his personal secretary./0/56767/coverorgin.jpg?v=172f967926f6f5d22c87deaa4ec82c0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Remarried Perfect Housewife: A Mafia Boss Proposal
"Marry me, and I'll help you seek revenge against your ex-husband and ex-in-laws," he said. With his humble appearance and wealth, Celeste was innocently deceived by his marriage proposal following her divorce from her ex-husband. "Why would you go to such lengths for me?" she asked. "Well, because you saved my life when I was on the brink of death. And you'll continue to help me in the future. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement, Celeste. What do you say?" "Yes, I'll marry you." Little did she know, behind the mask of this billionaire man lurked a dangerous truth from which she could never escape. What had she gotten herself into? Was he truly her savior, or just another man who would shatter her heart into pieces?/0/89212/coverorgin.jpg?v=1960c23173f6b26faa492337041fe07c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prisoner to Phoenix: His Regret
For three years, I thought I was happily married to Gavin, a struggling MMA fighter. I worked two jobs to make ends meet, tending to his wounds, believing his love was the only thing keeping him going, especially since a car crash had wiped my memory clean, leaving him as my entire world. Then, scrubbing our tiny kitchen floor, the local news flashed a headline: "Tech giant Gavin Hawkins, CEO of Hawkins Industries, announced his engagement today to Vice President Heidi Daniel." The man on screen, standing in front of a skyscraper, embracing a stunning woman, was my husband. He wore a tailored suit, a stark contrast to the bruised fighter I knew. The small, carved wooden bird I' d painstakingly made for our anniversary rested against his chest as he kissed her deeply, possessively. My stomach twisted, my head pounded, and the steak I was cooking for him began to smoke, filling our cramped apartment with a bitter, burning smell. I stumbled out, hailing a cab to Hawkins Industries, desperate for answers. There, I saw him laughing with Heidi, oblivious to my presence. He silenced my call, texting, "In a meeting, baby. Can't talk. Be home late tonight. Don't wait up for me. I love you." The words blurred through my tears. A sob escaped, loud and raw. A flash of pain shot through my head, and then, the memories flooded back: the car crash wasn't an accident, Heidi Daniel was the driver, and Gavin, my father's protégé, had orchestrated this entire lie, this cruel test of my loyalty. He had taken everything-my identity, my wealth, my family-and thrown me into poverty, just to see if I would still love him unconditionally. He was a monster, and I was his prisoner. But a cold, hard resolve settled in my chest: I would burn his world to the ground, starting by faking my own death./0/86941/coverorgin.jpg?v=d60859033bf1dbee648f3b05519a9668&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Lie Sung: His Deception, Her Amnesia
The world believes Liam Carter wrote the greatest love song of the decade for the woman on stage. He didn't. He wrote it about me. And now, Olivia, the woman singing it, my Olivia, is engaged to him, just three years after doctors gave me my diagnosis and she vanished. I' m here, in a stadium seat, my final breath getting closer, watching her. She' s polished, famous, beautiful. But her voice, the one that once sang me to sleep, now sings a song about my death, written by another man. Liam Carter, handsome and confident, proposes. Olivia cries happy tears, says yes. The stadium erupts, celebrating a love found, a perfect happy ending. Everyone is part of this moment. Everyone except me. I am the forgotten footnote in a story that used to be mine. The pain in my chest is no longer an ache; it' s a sharp blade. It' s not just the cancer. It' s the sight of her, so happy, in a life I have no part in, a life built on the ashes of ours. Then, blood. A hot, wet cough, and blood on my hand. I have to get out. My body is failing, but a new truth begins to emerge. It was all a lie. She didn' t just leave me. She was taken./0/74612/coverorgin.jpg?v=be6c2790af37a98bff80ca9c7bce7647&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MOONLIGHT PROMISES
In the ancient kingdom of Axum, a dark, ancient curse demands blood and sacrifice to maintain balance. Two souls, Carina-a courageous commoner with a poetic heart-and Prince Zayn-born into a legacy of royal duty and burdened by family secrets-find their lives inexplicably intertwined when an ancient covenant is rediscovered. Their burgeoning love, initially kindled by chance and nurtured by shared pain, becomes the beacon of hope for a city on the brink of ruin. As they face a series of trials that test not only their personal devotion but also the very fate of their people, they must confront the legacy of betrayal woven into their bloodlines and decide whether love can ultimately redeem the curse or if it will doom them to eternal sacrifice./0/55794/coverorgin.jpg?v=92ecda299bde0471cc76991be5be850d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafioso´s Bodyguard
A stocky body much larger than Clara's collided with her, making her stumble, especially since the silver stilettos her boss had given her didn't help much. They both fell to the ground, her back to the cold and dirty floor, and the mysterious guy on top of her, with each arm on the sides of her face, holding himself up so as not to crush the young woman who had come out of nowhere and with all his weight. He had ruined his escape. Everything happened very quickly, Clara opened her honey-colored eyes wide when she saw that her small, upturned nose was very closely touching the straight nose of the man in front of her. Clara couldn't remember the last time she had been so close to a man. Actually, I never had been. He wanted to protest, but the man was faster and ordered him, with a hoarse but sensual voice: -Help me hide.-/0/31136/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a3bfe057545e724d3788b27939c3036&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Addiction: Mr. Walsh's Spoiled Wife
Rosina accidentally got pregnant after a night with a stranger. As if that wasn't bad enough, due to a deal she made, she was forced to marry the man she had been engaged to ever since she was a child. Their marriage was supposed to be nothing but a deal. However, as fate would have it, she gradually fell for the man. Just as her due date approached, the man handed her divorce papers, which broke her heart and made her give up on him. Unexpectedly, their paths crossed again later. The man claimed that he had always loved her. The question is, would Rosina be willing to get back together with him?/0/38274/coverorgin.jpg?v=dabcf302ee06dc1b46f2cdaa5e692312&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Soulmates
Isabella and Demitri met in Austria, but seeing the human around the arrogant vampires who thought themselves superior to others by their powers, made Demitri so disgusted that he refused to admit that she was his mate. Big mistake. But how long will he resist the pain of distance? What will be waiting for him if he finally goes to Isabella? He doesn't know if he is willing to find out./0/86617/coverorgin.jpg?v=c769beebfab399cfad1875b281afe044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Became Revenge
Five years ago, I had it all – a loving family, a bright future as an architect, and a secret husband, Ryan Stone, who promised me the world. Our wedding day was supposed to be perfect, but it became my living nightmare when his assistant, Sarah, walked down the aisle instead, announcing she had married Ryan yesterday. Sarah publicly branded me a mistress, even as I stood there, eight months pregnant, and then she turned on my parents, respected marriage counselors, callously calling my mother a hypocrite and me a slut. Ryan, my supposed husband, stood in the shadows, watching, his face a mask of cold indifference, as my entire world shattered. The truth later exposed Ryan' s cruel revenge: his family believed my lawyer mother had driven Sarah' s mother to suicide, and he meticulously planned to destroy my family as a twisted retaliation. He succeeded beyond his wildest dreams: my mother died from a heart attack, reading hateful online comments that called her a whore; my father, finding her, fell and became a quadriplegic. Ryan wasn' t done; he ensured my master' s degree and university diploma were revoked, labeling me a manipulative homewrecker and leaving me with nothing but my premature son, Ethan. Now, five years later, Ryan Stone is back, claiming he wants to fix what he broke, but for me, some things can only be survived, not fixed. To keep my father alive and Ethan' s heart condition managed, I' ve become Mr. Davis' s "sugar daddy" accessory, enduring humiliation for their survival. Tonight, at the club, Ryan saw me, and just when I thought I could escape his gaze, an old acquaintance, Mark Henderson, cornered me, mocking my fall from grace. Ryan intervened, asking, "Is this the life you chose, Chloe?", then watched as Mr. Davis, asserting his ownership, forced me to drink an entire glass of whiskey as a public display of submission. Then, at the hospital, when Ethan' s condition worsened and my funds ran out, Ryan offered hope, money for Ethan' s life-saving treatment, but at a price: I had to leave Davis and marry him. He confessed his twisted revenge, but my heart remained cold, especially after his actions led directly to my father' s death, triggering Ethan' s heart transplant. After Ethan' s successful surgery, the monster Ryan had become, now also my protector, prepared a second wedding, a new beginning for us, but it was on this day that Ethan' s body catastrophically rejected the new heart. He died in my arms, and my world ended, not with a bang, but a chilling silence, leaving me with a hatred so profound, it promised a new, solitary freedom./0/80777/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d67f70d38a8f51727caa158b22b24b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Died To Live
My family’s Napa winery collapsed, debt crushing us, and I, Elara Hayes, became the indentured servant of Senator Alistair Sterling. His Sacramento office, vast and cold, became my gilded cage, a living symbol of his twisted vengeance. He ruled my life with cruel, possessive disdain, delighting in my humiliation. Then, I discovered I was pregnant with his child. His reaction was horrifyingly detached; he orchestrated a brutal, forced abortion, leaving me physically and emotionally ravaged. Just days later, his jealous ex, my own sister, brutally attacked me, ensuring I’d never bear another child. Lying there, broken and betrayed, my body violated, my future stolen, a profound despair washed over me. Was this to be my fate? A pawn, perpetually controlled, abused, and powerless? There was no justice here, no escape from his suffocating grip. But as I healed, a cold, unyielding resolve hardened within me. If I couldn't live free, I would die trying. I meticulously plotted my own disappearance, determined to shed the skin of Elara Hayes and escape his shadow forever. With the quiet help of a man I’d once aided, I staged a dramatic, fiery death. I reinvented myself, embracing a fragile peace in a desert town, believing I was finally free. But some shadows refuse to fade./0/49630/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1853e1a3fa7de6d2dee27638cc874e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Revenge Game
Two years ago, she was a well-behaved and lovely young lady, but she had an irresponsible and worthless fiancé. She simply broke off this ridiculous engagement, but it led to a catastrophic disaster, turning her into a captive maid to a bloodthirsty man. He hated her, kidnapped her, imprisoned her, degraded her in the cruelest ways. And then... he fell in love with her. When he wanted to heal her with true love, she fell victim to a treacherous plot and disappeared along with their unborn baby. Two years later, they meet again, and she is on the verge of death, with no recollection of him...!/0/37950/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd667247af0b3df62c12a0344d39b071&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sir Damien's Contracted Wife
Title: Sir Damien’s Contracted Wife. Synopsis: Arya was all Damien wanted in a woman. Neat, smart, passionate and responded to worries like they were hers. The only problem was, her only memory of him was as a boy who stalked her, diagnosed with yandere syndrome that made her life a living hell. He had a chance to her, when the father asked for the girl to be in an arranged marriage with a rich man as a way to gain money to pay her dead mother’s debts. Arya had no choice so collaborated with Sir Damien, a man she assumed was her sister’s boyfriend, to be his arranged wife. Being the CEO of three powerful companies, her father quickly picked him. But Sir Damien lied, he lied to Arya that their marriage was only a formality and she could leave once she found true love. He didn’t mean a word. He’d make sure that he was her end. Her true love. His beautiful plans of having her as his became faulty when Arya’s long time crush, the son of his governor, began reciprocating Arya’s feelings. And his contracted wife might not be the only thing his rival was after./0/82724/coverorgin.jpg?v=a891624e221e6fd914580a83066066fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His First Love, My Last Hope
My marriage to Ethan was a practical arrangement, but I secretly longed for true love. When I unexpectedly discovered I was pregnant, a fragile hope blossomed-perhaps this baby would finally forge a real family. That hope shattered instantly. Outside the clinic, I found Ethan tending to his college sweetheart, Chloe Vanderbilt, dramatically faking a migraine. He dismissed me entirely, ordering me to run errands for her, treating me like an errand girl, not his wife. Chloe's return was a relentless, calculated campaign. Her carefully curated social media posts, featuring Ethan's relaxed smiles and comforting embraces with her, became a constant public humiliation. He'd rationalize his growing closeness, always prioritizing her "fragility" over my very existence. The final blow came via a video: my husband, kissing her deeply at a gala I was told I was "too tired" to attend. Overwhelmed, I confronted him, signing the divorce papers he' d pre-signed years ago. But Chloe wasn't done. She set a vicious trap, coercing a former friend to falsely accuse me of plotting against her. Ethan, blinded by Chloe's performance, instantly believed I was capable of malice, dismissing my desperate pleas. The ultimate devastation struck: Chloe deliberately pushed me down the stairs, resulting in a brutal, agonizing miscarriage. Ethan, finding us, rushed to Chloe's side, cradling her fabricated injuries, utterly abandoning me as I lay bleeding, my child slipping away. In that harrowing moment, all love and hope died, replaced by an unyielding resolve to uncover the truth and finally, irrevocably, reclaim my life from their poisonous lies./0/89213/coverorgin.jpg?v=1375cc4c5197cf51d78622f1ae2dc330&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, One Devastating Lie
My husband was in the shower, the sound of water a familiar rhythm to our mornings. I was just placing a cup of coffee on his desk, a small ritual in our five years of what I thought was a perfect marriage. Then, an email notification flashed on his laptop: "You're invited to the Christening of Leo Thomas." Our last name. The sender: Hayden Cleveland, a social media influencer. An icy dread settled in. It was an invitation for his son, a son I didn't know existed. I went to the church, hidden in the shadows, and saw him holding a baby, a little boy with his dark hair and eyes. Hayden Cleveland, the mother, leaned on his shoulder, a picture of domestic bliss. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. My world crumbled. I remembered him refusing to have a baby with me, citing work pressure. All his business trips, the late nights-were they spent with them? The lie was so easy for him. How could I have been so blind? I called the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him. "I' d like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."/0/60986/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b84b66e7a37ea891073cbb7a54dba0a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN
I spent years cleaning up a man. We were in love, or should I better say, I was in love, because in the end, that is what that shit felt. After all that I did for him, he heartlessly broke my heart. Found him in bed with our wedding planner two weeks to our wedding. And he had the balls to take pleasure in my pains. I almost became a murderer that night. Almost killed a man. I put the very first stain on my family's spotless name. My father could not take it. He distanced himself from me and stood a safe distance to watch the whole world rise against me. But in all these difficult and trying moments, one thing remained my solace and my beacon of all the good vibes that I yearned for-Joe Fredrick Montana. My stepbrother. And before we knew it, the connection bloomed into something we both never anticipated. It is wrong, yet so strong! It is forbidden, yet irresistible. For a while, none of us seemed to care about the consequences of our steamy undercover affairs, until something that threatens to tear everything between us and beyond happens. This, is our story!/0/23350/coverorgin.jpg?v=08d073381637ed1a3a76eab391c86db4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Midnight Cravings
WARNING . EROTICA This story contains a lot of mature contents, it's all erotica and if you not interested in reading erotica don't risk reading it .. When l came back to the earth for the second time all because of the o****m , Travis was busy kissing my shoulder easing up the hickey he had just given me . . . His flaccid d**k was lying in between of us but still hot . . . '' The s*x was f*****g good '', Thou it had drained the hell out of me , l tried to whisper out before leaning my head on his hairy chest . . . .# wild sex/0/54822/coverorgin.jpg?v=4abd19a990f39d0b360e785faa887f04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
