Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The woman he detests
Ava and Ryan were married upon a promise and although Ava hoped to spend the rest of her life with Ryan, she had no idea that her very young marriage would come crumbling in the most unimaginable way. A marriage once so loving and sweet with hopes of forever, is destroyed with lies which breaks trust and false evidence to prove them. Ryan sends Ava out of their home on a stormy night, ignoring her pleas and pain but irrespective of how hurt she was, fate had other plans for her and she gets to start life afresh. Finding out she's pregnant with Ryan's child was almost a setback for her, he denies and rejects both of them with claims of Ava cheating. What would she do to protect herself and get daughter from Ryans' hatred? What happens when Ryan finds out he has a child with Ava? What happens when he discovers that their marriage was ruined by his own family member? What if Ava never survives the storm? Would she go back to ruin even after finding love?/0/81061/coverorgin.jpg?v=262a583a4f425a40bfdd7aae479d38e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancé My Rival Became
My world with Ethan was meant to be a fairytale, a perfect match destined for a future built on love and family legacy. Then came the crash. One moment, metal screaming, the next, silence. But when Ethan opened his eyes, he looked right through me, mumbling a stranger's name: "Jess?" He remembered nothing of me, his girlfriend, only Jessica Vance, his supposed "one true love." Heartbroken and humiliated, I watched the boy I loved treat me like a ghost, while my dead Grandma Rose' s sassy voice boomed in my head. She wasn't just there for moral support; she unveiled shocking "past life" memories, revealing Ethan's repeated betrayals with that conniving Jess, painting a brutal picture of manipulation. My family, unconcerned with my pain, pushed me to choose a new fiancé for strategic gain. How could he forget only me? Was this amnesia real or a cruel charade? And was I losing my mind, hearing my dead grandmother warn me that Ethan was a "charlatan" who'd broken my heart before? The vivid flashbacks she showed blurred past and present, revealing a terrifying pattern of deceit. Pushed to the brink, and guided by Grandma Rose' s outrageous, yet wise, advice, I made a choice that stunned everyone: I chose Liam O'Connell, my lifelong rival, as my fiancé. This wasn't just strategy; it was my declaration of war against a history determined to repeat itself, a defiant step into a new future, guided by an impossible voice and newfound courage./0/25213/coverorgin.jpg?v=a95020f7757bb411195c4216641e450b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Remarried Wife Is in Demand
"Sara White married a powerful man because her father had saved this man’s life. However, this man doesn’t love Sara at all. In the three years after their marriage, her husband has been keeping mistresses constantly. One day, she was so sad that she went to a bar for drinking. Then she met Howard Nash who is the president of MC International Jewelry Enterprise. From then on, her life was totally different. Howard loved her and spoiled her, which made her so happy. She thought that God was sympathetic to him, so let her meet Howard. But, that day ..."/0/21615/coverorgin.jpg?v=e484724add5ccfacc012bc1672522b8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Under A Contract
For the blonde it will be very difficult to adapt to the new rules, and more if it is a marriage under contract, what will happen now, when love is expressed and spread through the air and leave them both breathless for eternity, will the millionaire and the blonde end up falling in love for real to renew a new official wedding contract forever？will they fall in love without wanting to?/0/18330/coverorgin.jpg?v=65aa18fafaed1e822de0ddfc692c699b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Best Friend's Contract
Aidan, a billionaire and CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. His extremely good-looks and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty but his mother keeps on setting him with unwanted dates, leaving him frustrated. Kenna, Aidan's best friend, is a doctor who has never found the right time for love. She has always been busy with work to an extent that she forgets about her own personal life. Both of them has always been close ever since they were kids, after a single incident that happened, instantly making them inseparable. As they grew older, things began to change yet best friends are forever . . . no matter the circumstances. What happens when Aidan sets up a contract and wants Kenna to be a part of it?/0/84190/coverorgin.jpg?v=3623adbfeb2fb8f3de2d12468ae0c7d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Murdered By My Wife: A Second Chance
The cold knife twisted in my chest, a shocking contrast to the warmth of my own blood soaking through my shirt. My wife, Nicole, stood over me, her face a mess of drunken rage and tears. "It' s all your fault," she screamed, blaming me for her childhood friend Ryan' s suicide years ago – the man she truly loved. As the world faded to black, the last thing I saw was her face, twisted with a grief that had never been for me. The pain was unbearable, the betrayal absolute, yet I died knowing she never truly loved me, only the phantom of a lost love. Then, a sudden jolt, and sunlight streamed through my familiar bedroom window. My chest was whole, no blood, no pain. The date on my phone stared back: the morning of my Juilliard audition, the same day as Ryan's state championship game. I was back, given an impossible second chance to prevent my own murder. This time, the mistake wouldn' t be stopping Nicole from going to Ryan; it would be loving Nicole at all. My phone buzzed with her text, "Love you! <3", but all I felt was the chilling memory of a blade. I was going to save myself./0/83095/coverorgin.jpg?v=d63e9179b0ec9d002871e05e1050d494&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day He Lost Everything
I rushed home, excited for our anniversary, my mind full of plans for our perfect life, our growing family. Then the fall happened. The hospital confirmed the miscarriage. But the real blow came when I saw my husband, Ethan, not by my side, but tenderly looking at another woman, his ex, Liv, in the very same hospital. Worse, the anniversary ring he'd promised me shone brightly on her finger. He covered his tracks with casual lies about "late client meetings" and a fabricated "startup" with his friends, who all gleefully participated in his deception. His mother even called Liv his "honorary little sister," while telling me I was "too suspicious." He came home, oblivious, asking for snacks and telling me to rest because I was pregnant—the baby I'd just lost alone. How could the man I loved, the father of our lost child, be so utterly blind, so heartless? The truth settled in, cold and sharp. All their lies, the endless gaslighting, the twisted loyalty of his family and friends—it was an entire world built on my pain. I packed my bags. My new job in Austin was calling. I left him the divorce papers, the rings, and a voicemail revealing the truth: there was no baby for him to be a father to. Not anymore. I was free./0/23649/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dce869dabe4a62e6f7665273deb2182&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Empire High School
My name is Katherine Adebowale. I am the only female child of my parents Mr Bayo & Mrs Joke Adebowale. And a sister to 5 Big Brothers, only one of my brothers left not married - the 5th Child. He is in Italy studying. All the others married,with children. I missed them so much. My mom and I go on a round of visits every year. Vancouver, Wales,Scotland and Manchester. I turned 18 two months ago. I am what you might describe as "Tall" with a long black hair,very fair skin and plump lips. I am unbelievably shy. Everyone makes me nervous actually. I'd so adore being the cool sort. I can say I'm very reserved. And once I get to know someone and we become close all of sudden I am entirely different. Confident and very capable. My mom own several boutiques in Lagos. My father is a Businessman. They are very busy people. They both travelled a lot. When I was 12,I left home for the boarding school since no one was around to look after me. I attended the Girls College in Abuja. My mom is very funny,kind and generous. My dad is kind and nice but not funny. I loved my parents,no doubt about that. But I was particularly close to my Mom. She was the only true friend I had even though she wasn't always around. But she came around on my birthdays and whenever she was less busy at work. My Father hardly remembered birthdays,including his own. However, Mummy would never forget. I remembered mom fought with him when she found out he didn't send me a present when I turned 16. He apologized and made things up to me. When I turned 18,dad sent me greeting card and gave me a Teddy bear when I came home. Whenever mom was around, she always made me feel I could discuss anything with her. My dad could be strict on some things. I recalled on my 17th birthday,mom gave me a cellphone as a gift but dad didn't let me use it. He said I was too small to use a cellphone. I had cried that year but there was nothing I could do because his mind was made up./0/47271/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c2d8556df49a70f88ba9e3413594fb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Babysitting Dylan
Jocelyn, it's out the Babysitter post is out but..." Daisy said scratching her neck in a stylish way "But what" Jocelyn asked impatiently "Only a male Babysitter needed" Daisy said dropping the bombshell "What!!" Jocelyn said Jocelyn and Daisy were seated facing one another,the price was even increase,if I work for just two month,I would be able to give my children good life"Jocelyn said "I have an idea" Daisy said "What idea?"Jocelyn asked "Disguise as a man"Daisy said,Jocelyn eyes almost pop out of the socket "I know that you don't like me but why did you want to send me into a wolf den,didn't you heard that the boss was a cold hearted man,what if I get killed at a small mistake" Jocelyn said dramatically "Coming from a girl who said 'if she was send into a wolf den she would make friends with them and become their Alpha queen or Luna,think about the amount of the money" Daisy said "You're right,I would go but if anything happen to me,you won't go scot free,if I die you,you die,you know you are my dear blossom friends" Jocelyn said "No now,at least someone should help you spend the money" Daisy said avoiding eye contact with her "You're not a good friend" Jocelyn said "I never said I was before" Daisy said Jocelyn was dressed up as a man,her long hair was roll into a bun which allow her to wear a wig She look exactly like a man "Wealth Family here I come" she said walking out Grab 🍿, settle down 👇, buckle up and follow me Don't miss out! •••••••• Dylan Wealth the young master of the wealth family, He's frustrating, He's annoying, And he's just 6 years of age, His father Kingsley Wealth is well known as a famous billionaire,who runs and owns different company in countries . He was also known for his cold behavior,he was never spotted with a woman,he avoided them like plaque He's just 28 years of age,young and so handsome,his handsomeness is blinding,he was like a fallen angel from heaven,he is attractive,beautiful,clean-cut,dapper,elegant,good-looking,graceful, and lovely. His body features was one of a kind,it was no doubt that his son got his cuteness from him,he was just like a small version of him,cute and has an innocent look which deceive people,just as the saying "Never judge a book by its cover",he is a devil in disguise. He has made his father fire all the nannies that work for him for just little mistake,most of the nanny who came to take care of him,only came for his father,this got him mad and ask his father not to get him a female nanny,but a male nanny. The only person Kingsley care for was his son same goes to Dylan thou they do have some argument The family has been so uptight until she came in Who's she? What can she do? Who can put Dylan in his place? Who can melt the icy billionaire's heart? Who's Dylan mother? Will Dylan and the lady get along? What is the reason behind Kingsley cold behavior? This is a very intriguing and interesting story. You don't wanna miss for anything at all.... Grab your popcorn 🍿, settle down 👇, buckle up and follow me Don't miss out! •••••••••/0/92012/coverorgin.jpg?v=f67ea57a2ec6ef3b74d28a60f277c259&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Bed of His Making
Silas Hudson, the local tycoon of Sangrilas, found me that year when I had lost my memory. And for the next seven years, he had kept me and been pampering me. Everyone said I was his greatest weakness that no one could touch. And they said he was about to marry me. Not long ago, he was spotted abroad, ordering a custom diamond-studded gown. Until the day I drank half a glass of drugged wine and felt weak. His voice went into my ears, "When the time comes, send Sandy Ramos to Charlie Schultz's bed. I don't believe he could resist her. Make sure put enough dosage to his drink. I've trained Sandy myself. He doesn't know how lucky he is." Someone whispered to him, "You're really willing to give Sandy to him? She's been with you for so long." "To make Kaitlin Ellis see that Charlie isn't the upstanding man she thinks he is, I'm ok to sacrifice Sandy." I suddenly remembered why he kept me all those years ago./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."/0/18956/coverorgin.jpg?v=e343fa1393be89988c335fc4db7ebc6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Betrayal and Revenge: Ex-wife's Irresistible Temptation
Maria was betrayed and turned into a murderer in front of everyone's eyes. Overwhelmed by hatred, she divorced her husband, James, and left town. However, six years later, she came back with her ex-husband's most prominent rival. Rising like a phoenix from the ashes, she swore to make everyone pay for what they had done to her. She only accepted working with him to have her revenge, but little did she know that she had already become his prey. In a game between love and desire, neither of them could tell which would win in the end./0/82313/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecd051685b13e461419699ab509dd1a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Unforeseen Path
My ticket to independence hung in my hand: a documentary grant to untamed Alaska. It was my chance to escape the gilded cage of my guardian Ethan' s estate and finally shed the unrequited love I secretly harbored for him. Then came the Tech Billionaires' Charity Gala, a final, suffocating night in his world. I watched his polished girlfriend, Isabella, subtly slip something into Ethan' s drink. My heart pounded – he was being drugged. I got him home, and in his drugged state, a night of desperate intimacy unfolded. Later, two pink lines confirmed a terrifying, impossible joy. But the next morning, Isabella appeared, perfectly coiffed, staging a cruel charade. Ethan, disoriented, dismissed me, his heart-shattering dismissal fueled by her lies. How could he be so blind? How could she be so utterly ruthless? My stomach clenched, the secret of our child now a bitter burden, conceived in deceit and dismissed by the man who should have been its father. Alaska was no longer just a career move; it was an urgent, desperate flight. I would vanish from his life, carry this secret alone, praying Isabella's shadow couldn't reach me, determined to build my own future./0/84816/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e5f3acdb276616bf82c4dbf703114c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix Project: Her True Self
The date of my father' s funeral, circled in red on the kitchen calendar, also marked the day I decided to leave Mark. The decision settled into me with a cold, hollow certainty as I washed dishes, my hands immersed in warm water but my soul feeling frozen. Then, a black government car pulled up, out stepped General Sterling, my father' s commanding officer and once mine, now the only one who checked in on me. He sat in my living room, explaining the program needed me, that my name was at the top of the list for the elite "Phoenix" project. I, Elara Vance, once an expert pilot, a national hero who saved lives, now spent my days scrubbing floors, my hands chapped and unpolished. Just as the General tried to remind me of the woman I used to be, the front door burst open. My son, Leo, raced in with Julia, our neighbor, and her son Cody, excitedly showing off an expensive drone Julia had bought for him, a replacement for one Mark had claimed was "falling apart." Mark, my husband, walked in right behind them, beaming, ruffling Leo's hair, completely ignoring me and the uniformed General in our living room. He looked right past me, telling me to "make some snacks for the boys" as if I were a servant, a humiliation that burned, a decorated officer reduced to fetching food in my own home. Julia gave me a sweet, pitying smile, while my son cheered as Mark replaced my framed picture in my flight suit with the drone box on the mantel. Mark then cruelly asserted that my dead father and my past meant nothing, that I was "weak" and had "gotten soft," while Julia suggested I was unwell and should "lie down." Then, Leo, my own son, shoved me. I fell, hitting the coffee table, a blinding pain shooting through me; through the agony, I saw Leo's triumphant face and Cody's subtle thumbs-up-they had planned it. Lying in the hospital, my hip throbbing, I overheard Cody and Leo gloating about their plan: my injury meant I' d "go away for a long time," and Julia could replace me, becoming Leo' s new mother. My son, my own flesh and blood, had been turned against me, wishing I was "more like your mom," echoing Mark' s casual cruelty and Julia' s saccharine poison, shattering the last fragments of hope for my family. In that sterile, silent room, a cold, hard clarity descended: the lie I' d been living was over, and the bond with them was severed. The medical staff then revealed Julia needed a directed blood donation, as I was a match for her rare type. Mark, accompanied by Julia, demanded I give blood to the woman who conspired against me, showing more concern for her than for his injured wife. "No," I said, looking at him with pity. General Sterling reappeared, revealing Julia's anemia was chronic and had disqualified her from military service years ago. Understanding the game, I agreed to the donation, knowing it would lull them into a false sense of security, a final act before destroying their carefully constructed world. Drained and alone after the donation, Leo visited, offering a wilted flower, murmuring that Cody said I' d be mad and "probably won\'t come home." Watching him walk away, every flicker of maternal instinct died; he was theirs, and I was finally, blessedly free. Two days later, discharged, I returned to a house reeking of Julia' s perfume, my photo gone, and Julia directing a cleaning lady in my kitchen. When Mark, irritated, said I was "in no position to make demands" and tried to physically escort me to my room, something snapped. In one fluid motion, I sidestepped his grab, used his momentum against him, and pinned him face-down on the living room carpet in a compliance hold. "You are mistaken," I whispered, my voice that of Commander Vance, of Phoenix. "I am not weak. I am not your patient. And this is not your house." I ordered Julia out, then walked out myself, leaving Mark and Julia in the ruins of the life they thought they controlled, ready to reclaim my own./1/110159/coverorgin.jpg?v=e297026cfa30b8cf98bed3b04473517b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Signed In Ink, Sealed In Love
What began as a simple contract was never supposed to turn into forever. Aria Bennett and Leo Moretti first crossed paths in high school, two people from completely different worlds. Aria was determined, independent, and grounded by a modest upbringing. Leo was the heir to the powerful Moretti family-wealthy, controlled, and used to getting what he wanted. Their lives collided when a bold idea turned into an unexpected agreement: a relationship contract meant to benefit them both without emotions getting involved. It was supposed to be temporary. Strategic. Safe. But love rarely follows rules written on paper. As the years pass, what started as a calculated arrangement slowly deepens into something real. Through university life, family expectations, business pressures, and personal insecurities, Leo and Aria find themselves fighting not only the world around them-but the feelings growing between them. When old enemies resurface and danger threatens the life they've built, Leo realizes that Aria is no longer just a part of a contract. She is his future, his partner, and the only person he cannot lose. Their love is tested by betrayal, fear, and moments that could tear them apart-but each challenge only strengthens the bond they never meant to create. From secret proposals and grand gestures to life-changing moments of vulnerability, Leo and Aria discover that love isn't something you negotiate. It's something you fight for. Their journey takes them from contract to commitment, from chaos to devotion, and finally to the life they never planned but always needed-marriage, family, and two beautiful daughters who redefine what happiness means. Because sometimes the most powerful promises aren't the ones spoken aloud... They're the ones signed in ink and sealed in love./0/38198/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d8aaaffe0352fda92fdfe615ad05d84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Love (Psycho love)
This is the story of a young Nigerian girl who fell in love with her cousin brother. She came to the City to stay at her uncle's house for the holiday as she waits for her admission into the university to be approved. She fell in love with her cousin brother at first sight and was greatly bothered by the completely new and unexpected feelings because she has never felt that way before and it's wrong because the act of incest is a great crime in some parts of Nigeria, especially the East where she hails from. What would she do when she couldn't stop her heart from desiring her hairless Romeo?/0/85442/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d3ed6bbe5e8f233badc2b99ce5cda8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Son, His Secret
For five years, I clung to the memory of Liam, my husband, lost to a mysterious accident. Then he reappeared, a month ago, but he was a stranger, stripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Chloe, the sweet, innocent woman he' d met while he was gone. Now, Chloe, pregnant with Liam' s child, slid a half-million-dollar check across my own mahogany table, a cruel offer to buy me out of my marriage. Liam, when he walked in, only cemented my nightmare, his face softening for her and hardening in cold impatience for me, accusing me of bothering her in my own home. He even suggested I help Chloe plan their wedding, believing her lies about his lost child that once was ours. Cold rage replaced my heartbreak; if he wanted a wedding planner, I' d be the best-and then disappear, completely. But Chloe' s cruelty didn' t stop. She orchestrated my kidnapping, gloating that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a drug she' d used for years to erase me. When Liam found me, battered and bruised, he accused me of faking it all to frame Chloe. My world shattered, but amidst the wreckage, an email arrived: my permanent residency in New Zealand was approved. I signed the divorce papers, ready to leave, just as my brother texted: Liam had another accident, hit his head, and remembered everything. Without hesitation, I broke my phone' s SIM card and tossed it, choosing to leave the pieces of my past behind. Two years later, Liam, haunted and remorseful, found me in New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was broken, desperate to know about the son clinging to my leg-Leo. "No, Liam. He is not yours. He is mine." I told him, crushing his impossible hope. I explained that the love I had for him, and our future, had simply transferred to Leo, the family we were supposed to have. At Leo' s first birthday, a deranged Chloe attacked me with a knife, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), threw himself in front of me, and took the fatal blow, paying his debt. I felt nothing but a transaction completed; his life for my stolen five years. Later, a tall, impeccably dressed stranger arrived, his face uncannily like Leo' s. "My name is Julian Davenport," he said, his gaze fixed on my son. "I believe you have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It seems they gave you the premier sample by mistake. So, I've come to collect him."/0/84347/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c262b497e21eef6d62bfad552b98a71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, Her Rise: The Heiress Awakens
Thanksgiving at my fiancé Ryan' s family home should have been a celebration. Instead, I watched him dote on his widowed sister, Nicole, ignoring me completely. The final straw wasn't the pecan pie Ryan, my own fiancé, gave to her, claiming it was her favorite, even though it was my late mother' s recipe and "our thing." It was the quiet conversation I overheard: Ryan telling his dad he was signing the deed to our shared home – the one I poured my entire inheritance into – over to Nicole next week. When confronted, he showed no remorse, dismissing my feelings and arguing Nicole "needed" it. He and his mother then brazenly called me selfish for daring to react. His family' s audacity reached its peak when Nicole, uninvited, ambushed me at my office, staging a dramatic scene where she publicly branded me a cruel monster attempting to evict a grieving widow and her child. Then Ryan stormed in, pointing a finger, threatening my boss with financial ruin for supposedly enabling my cruelty, and daringly declaring I had "no heart." He had no idea who he was talking to. The smug look on his face vanished when my boss introduced me: not just Stella Anderson, but Stella Chadwick Anderson, heiress to one of the country's largest fortunes. That's when I cut him off, professionally and financially. It was time for him to understand the true cost of underestimating me./0/80749/coverorgin.jpg?v=c69dd476ab71e75120b14b5a3f29c5a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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