Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Substitute Wife's Silent Scream
I was the substitute bride, the secret illegitimate daughter forced to marry the billionaire Fletcher Dillon when my perfect half-sister ran away. My life was a quiet hell of his cruelty and control. Then, my sister Aislinn came back. At a party, she pushed us both into the bay. As I struggled for air, I watched Fletcher dive in and save her, leaving me to drown. When I found out I was pregnant, he dragged me to a hospital to "get rid of the obstacle." The procedure nearly killed me. Then Aislinn framed me for theft, and Fletcher had me whipped until I bled on the marble floor. He told me my life belonged to him, that I was a toy he could break and repair as he pleased. I was nothing more than a cheap replacement for the woman he truly wanted. So when kidnappers forced him to choose between saving Aislinn or me, he sacrificed me without hesitation. As they dragged me away, I saw him comforting her, his back turned to me. This was my chance. I broke free and plunged into the ocean as a bullet grazed my skin. It was time for everyone to believe I was dead./0/84360/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f6f4d6be4dc4595f27c313f158e0af4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Said He Loved Her, But She Kissed Me
My life was falling apart, much like my Brooklyn apartment with its persistent leak. Then, I stumbled back into the life of Gabrielle Chadwick, the woman who' d ripped my soul out three years ago, only to find her in my best friend' s bed. She was now a ruthless tech CEO, engaged to the same insidious man who' d convinced me I was just her "project." My old wounds bled anew, and I tried to escape, even inventing a fake girlfriend. But Gabrielle wouldn't let me go; she trapped me, demanding answers, which I met with accusations of her playing games. At a lavish industry event, to finally sever our toxic tie, I publicly declared my love for someone else, shattering her. Hours later, she found me, furious, desperate, and after slapping me, kissed me like her life depended on it. We reignited, but then she vanished for an "emergency meeting," leaving me with that familiar sinking feeling. The next day, news broke: Gabrielle was merging her company and marrying her fiancé, and I was fired, my project snatched away as a condition of their deal. Heartbroken, I deleted her number, booked a flight to Berlin, ready to erase her from my life for good. But as my boarding call echoed, the airport screens flashed: "Merger Off! Chadwick Innovations Stock in Freefall!" Then, I heard her scream my name, saw her running towards me barefoot through the terminal, tears streaming down her face, telling me everything was a lie and a fight for us./0/86863/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf01236780d2296baa14acf17f384f17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Vows, Unfulfilled Wishes
My mother was dying, her last wish for me to be settled, to be married. I rushed to my girlfriend, Olivia, the woman I' d loved for six years. "Let's get married. Now," I pleaded. For twenty-seven agonizing days, I begged, each day met with a new excuse. On the twenty-seventh day, she finally agreed. I waited at the courthouse, a bouquet of my mother' s favorite flowers in hand, hope surging through me. Then my phone buzzed. An Instagram notification. A picture of Olivia, grinning, a marriage certificate held high, Noah Peterson's arm possessively around her. The date on the certificate? The very first day I had started begging her. My world shattered. My phone rang again. It was the hospital. My mother was gone. She had died alone, her last wish unfulfilled, while I was waiting for a woman who had been lying to me for a month, already secretly married to her childhood friend, Noah. The betrayal was absolute. The casual intimacy between Olivia and Noah, the excuses, the constant prioritization of his fabricated problems over my dying mother' s last days-it all flooded my mind. I was a fool, blind to the truth that had been hiding in plain sight. I pulled out my phone, typed a single, final message, "Olivia, never again," and blocked her. I left the city, cutting off everything, ready to rebuild my life, honor my mother, and finally, honor myself./0/28512/coverorgin.jpg?v=0aa58ff9beb576347e4ea629d9b9fe6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Deputy Bride
To Aliyah Sanchez, love wasn't mere fantasy, it was a reality she had yet to experience. She had always dreamt about the day she would tie the knot with her prince charming after which they were going to live happily ever after. Well, until she found herself walking down the aisle to get married to her cousin's fiancé, the supercilious man she hated the most. Her cousin had eloped on the day of her wedding and she became her replacement. The fairy tale she had always looked forward to crashed before her the moment she heard 'Congratulations on being my wife Mrs Aliyah Marion Brews' Marion her just proclaimed husband whispered wrapping his hand around her waist. Her eyes burned with rage as she watched the grin that played on his lips. She was never going to love this man, he was the total opposite of her dream guy. Marion Brews was the city's heartthrob, sexy famous, wealthy, and charming but in Aliyah's sight, he was nothing more than an arrogant, cocky, spoilt brat. But for how long since they were now married... Were their feelings for each other going to change? Was there a chance for love between these two, especially when they got past the barriers they placed between each other? What would be their fate when people from their past resurface?/0/80762/coverorgin.jpg?v=14585bb3aacae335c209c7a1640ec26d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Neglected Wife
My marriage to tech billionaire Carter Ashton was a cold, calculated alliance. We projected power at Dallas galas, but privately, it was pragmatic and devoid of love. Then, one sleepless night, my world shattered. I picked up Carter's tablet, left carelessly. His opened messages revealed "BLH"—Brooke Lynn Hayes, his young intern: "Tonight was amazing. You’re incredible." "Can’t wait to see you again, away from… her." My husband, married for reliability, was just like my scandalous father. The betrayal turned visceral when Brooke Lynn, thinking *I* was the "other woman," burst into my home with friends and attacked me. As they tore at my clothes, Carter arrived. He didn't defend me, his wife; instead, he dismissed it as a "misunderstanding," protected his intern, and offered a museum board seat to buy my silence. "She’s just a kid," he sneered, "she got carried away." His words cut deeper. To be dismissed, humiliated, and told his infidelity was "how it works in our world"—casually offered "discreet companionship" if "unfulfilled"—ignited a raw fury. He disregarded my pain, despite knowing my mother's quiet suffering from similar affairs. But I wouldn’t be my mother. His callousness wasn't just a wound; it was a spark. Done with being silent and suffering, I decided to play his game. My phone buzzed: "Heard you had some excitement. Need a distraction? - R." Rhys Donovan. A new game, on my terms./0/85768/coverorgin.jpg?v=af9015c2ef07ba2906b7d72037deae11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Denials: A Fateful Proposal
The table was set for our 99th engagement anniversary, a running joke Chloe and I shared about my failed proposals. I touched the velvet box in my pocket, ready to finally make it real, when her phone buzzed-a call from her half-brother, Leo. Her face fell, and the warmth in the room vanished; she was already a thousand miles away, ready to drop everything for him, again. When I tried to explain what I knew in my gut-that a superstorm was coming for her grandmother' s coastal village-Chloe dismissed it as jealousy and ripped my data to shreds. Then, she called my boss and accused me of instability, getting me fired and disgraced, leaving me with nothing but the terrifying data screaming the truth. But her grandmother, and an entire village, were walking into a death trap, and I couldn't let that happen, even if it cost me everything./0/81075/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d586b04bacacb42b2e8df18dc1b8b65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twins He Destroyed
The Thorne mansion reeked of unspoken rivalries. I, Sarah Ashton, was one of eighteen women, disowned by my family for this role. Ethan, my childhood sweetheart, now saw me with cold resentment, obsessed with Brenda, who claimed to save his life. A chilling premonition haunted me: Ethan' s rage-filled face, his hands stained with my blood, my newborn twins' cries silenced. He kills us. So, the faint blue lines on the test brought not joy, but icy terror. My unborn, his children. The ones he would destroy. I secretly bribed the doctor to hide my twin pregnancy. Days later, Brenda announced her fake pregnancy; overjoyed Ethan demanded marriage. The horror peaked when Brenda, feigning a fall and accusing me, screamed I harmed her "baby." Ethan' s fury erupted. He punched me, then kicked my stomach. Agony ripped through me. "My babies…" I choked, bleeding. "Ethan… I'm pregnant…" He laughed, "Pregnant? You? Don' t try that lie now." He saw only his "victim" and "attacker," dismissing my agony. My premonition became real: my twins, lost to their father's blind rage. As darkness consumed me, Eleanor Thorne, Ethan's grandmother, burst in, face etched with horror. She knew. With her help, I escaped, grieving my lost children. Ethan built his joyous new life on Brenda' s lies, unaware Eleanor was patiently orchestrating a reckoning he' d never forget./0/68873/coverorgin.jpg?v=41c80e7b8cc2034c8bdee2797f749148&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming the Billionaire Playboy
Annika Pleton moved to San Diego for a fresh start, but her new beginning takes a chaotic turn when she becomes the personal secretary to Ashton Maverick-a billionaire CEO with a reputation for charm, scandal, and getting what he wants. Ashton's relentless pursuit of her sparks a fiery battle of wits and wills, but Annika has no time for games. Especially not with her abusive ex-boyfriend back in town, determined to drag her into the nightmare she left behind. Caught between the seductive pull of her new boss, Ashton and the haunting shadows of her past, Annika must decide if she has the strength to fight for the life she's always dreamed of-or if the chaos surrounding her will tear it all apart. In a world of passion, danger, and high-stakes emotions, can Annika rise above it all, or will the weight of her secrets crush her?/0/28043/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e7c42fb7a4df460f90a338727c3f5b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Broke
What happens when a person whom you love so much takes a decision on your behalf that changes your life forever but damages you in the process? Faced with the cruelty of love, Lilibeth Morrison is forged into a tough, bossy and selective perfectionist who tries her best to ensure that everything about her was up to standard and exactly as planned. In the course of her work, Pablo Valiente is employed into her firm and single employment is one she regrets but needed so desperately in order for her company to keep up it's standard and 4.9 star rating. While on Pablo's end, he tries to be in her good book just so that his job is retained and at the same time, he tried to rekindle an old flame between them which Lilibeth ruthlessly quenches at every turn./0/59174/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca7b354ef82731f5ea59c79447c96d24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Shadows of Rosewood
In the depths of Rosewood Manor, secrets lurk in every shadow. A young woman's memories are shrouded in mystery, her past life a mere whisper. But when she discovers a cryptic ring and a childhood toy, the veil of forgetfulness begins to lift. As she unravels the threads of her forgotten life, she uncovers a tangled web of love, loss, and deceit. Will she embrace the truth and reclaim her rightful place, or will the shadows of Rosewood consume her forever?"/0/21942/coverorgin.jpg?v=998ef6767d1016ebbb4b0f4378c904c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WILD EROTIC ADVENTURES
Sex is delicious. No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise. So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix./1/113927/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f0ca9e540bd6f00e1f898e0f23e23ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Heart Misplaced, A Love Bone-Deep
Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke. Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture. A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life. On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub. For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot. But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry. This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again. Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely. However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out. At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on. They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased. Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it. Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!" It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie. This time, she walked away and never looked back. And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape./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/0/90618/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8f193a97f50dbccd3ca8c8788799ea9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Serpent's Kiss: A Wife's Revenge
In my first life, I was the beloved adopted daughter of the Stanton family. My three perfect brothers showered me with affection, and Jackson, my first love, promised me the world. But it was all a lie. When they set the mansion on fire, they stood on the lawn and watched me burn. I heard them laughing through the flames. "She's just an orphan," they said. "Pretending to love her all these years has been exhausting." The only one who ran into the fire for me was Grayson Stanton—the cold, distant uncle who everyone said hated me. He held me as the roof collapsed, whispering, "I'm with you." He died for me. My world was built on their affection, a perfect, horrible lie. Now, I've woken up again, back in the lawyer's office, one week before the fire. To inherit the multi-billion dollar fortune, the will says I must marry one of my three brothers—my murderers. So when the lawyer asked for my choice, I smiled. "I choose Grayson Stanton."/0/37273/coverorgin.jpg?v=88c95e99271d74a851cdc1f2c9d8b3e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Two Worlds Apart - Mafia World
Revenge was her only reason for living. Alice wanted them to feel the same pain she endured. Her heart died along with him the day he died. She would never love another. She was trained to have no compassion and to show no mercy, but what will happen when Alice finds out everything she was told was a lie? What will she do when her whole reason for living changes? Kevin was adopted by the most feared mafia leader. When he came of age he took over from his adoptive father. He kept his promise he made her when they parted. He searched for her as he promised, but what happens when he found her and finds out she is their clans sworn enemy and not the same girl he used to know what will he do?/0/18657/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a79d7acdcacd7fdcdb981c8d1613e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Absolute Fondness: Loving You Is My Occupation
The day Julie married James, she felt right away that he didn't love her. For him, she was the most vicious and despicable woman that he had ever met. She accepted his maltreatment but what she didn't expect was for him to deprive their child of his care and affection. After her first miscarriage, her love for him slowly faded. Just as she was about to leave the house, he grabbed her hand and said, "You are now my wife. How dare you abandon me?" She couldn't run away, but where will their story lead them to?/0/82014/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e323c70ea96d76fdacdf8a58b850930&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Lost Puppy to Lioness
I left my old-money New England family, who thought my last name opened every door, to find something real. I found it in a new city, working a simple coffee shop job, and falling head-over-heels for a struggling musician named Ethan. He sang me love songs, and I poured my whole heart into him, convinced he was my escape, my true home. Then one night, at a crowded warehouse party, I overheard him. "The Aston Martin DB5 is practically mine," he laughed to his friends. "Did she really fall for the struggling musician bit? So naive it hurt." My world shattered. This "Ethan" was Ace Sterling, heir to a tech fortune, and I was just a bet, a "lost puppy" to him. My family, who had warned me, hung up when I called, leaving me utterly alone. Fired from my job, facing eviction, I even slept on a park bench, actively sabotaged by a smug cousin. Every door slammed shut, my life spiraling out of control. The humiliation was a burning sickness, but a cold anger started to replace the pain. He hadn't even flinched when I threw the vintage guitar pick – something I' d saved for weeks to buy for his dreams – at his face. He just watched me break. Years later, he found me serving drinks at a high-society gala, and condescendingly offered me a "discreet arrangement" to make me "comfortable" again. He thought I was still that broken girl, easy to buy and silence. He had no idea what he had just started. That night, Ava Monroe, the naive girl, vanished. Because a new Ava, one forged from the ashes of betrayal and humiliation, was about to rise, and she was coming for him./0/23663/coverorgin.jpg?v=a40e7e5f1621ca4099966876e289e3b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bonding Love (Ver. English)
Today's husband is yesterday's benefactor. "Mirawadee" was betrayed by his fiancée, prompting her to flee. She still has to meet with a benefactor and follow her everywhere. Later, to survive, she had to consent to marry him. After that, she fell in love till she couldn't stop herself. Until one day, she knew he was roughly a hundred years old. But fate has placed her right in the middle of this endlessly agonizing love. When the story from the past resurfaces, a mysterious spirit arrives and offers to 'Give her your body' to atone for the previous misdeeds she has committed!!/0/84517/coverorgin.jpg?v=23953857d03f72c10ef8b9ba9d55c9b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
More Than Ashes
The smell of smoke woke me up, a thick, acrid scent clinging to my throat. My heart pounded as sirens pierced the night, a chilling prelude. Three missed calls from Marco, my dad's sous chef. "It' s the restaurant. It' s… there was a fire." I ran, the air growing thick with the smell of burning wood and something chemical, something awful. My world shattered when I saw it: the hollowed-out shell of "The Amber Hearth," my parents' restaurant, my entire life, consumed by flames. A police officer stopped me, but I could only stare at the wreckage, the place my parents worked, lived, and breathed. Weeks later, I was living with Chloe, my food critic girlfriend, in her pristine, minimalist apartment. She supported me, made calls, held me when nightmares struck. "We'll get through this together," she promised. But that promise felt hollow when the simple click-click-whoosh of a gas stove sent me stumbling in terror, and she quickly turned it off, her embrace distant even as she whispered, "I'll be here for you." The cracks widened when she abandoned our quiet anniversary dinner, again, for Daniel, her 'anxiety-ridden' former mentor. "He needs me, Liam," she'd always say, framing his alleged illness as a virtue, my need for her as a selfish demand. I watched her move, efficient and precise, realizing I was just an obligation, a managed crisis she was bored with. Then, a text from my friend: Chloe's rave review of Daniel's new menu just dropped, a "Triumph of a Troubled Genius." The publication date? Last night. Our anniversary. She wasn' t working; she was dining with him, relaunching his career. The anger burned clean and hot; her entire compassionate façade was a calculated deception. When she walked in, I confronted her, the ugly truth filling her perfectly curated apartment: she chose him, lied to me, used my grief as cover. Her icy response, "If that's how you feel, then maybe you should leave," was all I needed. I left. Days later, I saw him letting himself into her apartment, confirming the sickening truth: I was just a convenient cover for their secret affair, a grieving fool in their shared territory. I had defended her, pushed away friends who tried to warn me, all for a lie. My anger, humiliation, and shame fused into a chilling resolve. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was done. This wasn't a relationship; it was a fraud. And now, armed with the brutal truth, I had to build something new, far from her memory./0/38681/coverorgin.jpg?v=f14719cc2074e556c49a986be5002640&imageMogr2/format/webp)
