Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Bethel And The Beast
My father owed a very rich and powerful man a huge amount of money and since he couldn't pay back,I was given to him as a price to pay for his debt. I became his possession, his slave,his sex slave,his puppet and most obedient of dogs. His name was Harry Corner. He is a man everyone fears, his name itself will make a hundred of people bow, he was a ruthless billionaire prince with a worst childhood. He is a sacarred idol. Harry was my pain. My sufferings. He abused and defiled me in the most horrible and cruel ways. He brought me pain, He owned my soul He owned my body He owned every piece of my body; to do with it whatever he likes./0/59027/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf1ab6e89ceb55ca0999a7a5e68f1a1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge
The image of him being happy and loving with my best friend felt like betrayal. It felt like he had launched a knife into my heart while I was struggling to breathe. How could he betray me this way? How could he betray me with my best friend? "You said you loved me." I cried out and brushed the tears running down my face away. He stared at me, and the coldness in his eyes mirrored the one his mother always had for me. "That was my greatest mistake." I felt cold. ..... Once Imela believed love was enough, but not anymore. Love was just another lie that the weak believed in to keep them from seeing the truth: that there was no place for people like them in this world./0/21588/coverorgin.jpg?v=0709970bfecd1f5fe412002907769292&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between two CEO
Julia was anxious, it was almost time for her to slip out to the gaming house, she wasn't afraid not one bit but she would hate for her to be caught. What a scandal it would cause for her family that the eldest daughter of the Cavendish was nothing but a vile woman not to be associated with, not that it bothers her what the ton has to say about her but she is worried that should she be caught her sister Camila might lose her chances of making a suitable match with a Duke or an earl./0/92454/coverorgin.jpg?v=769fad4e27d5671a7f1b2cd494790665&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Seventh Chance
Vincent had an admirer who was relentlessly devoted, pursuing him for seven years. This woman was of average appearance and circumstances, yet she never gave up on him. Initially, Vincent felt nothing but disdain for her, telling her off harshly and repeatedly, which was unusual for someone who typically adhered to social decorum. However, Mira accidentally discovered what Vincent had saved her contact as in his phone. He called her darling./0/81347/coverorgin.jpg?v=1981d9fb5e9ab7015d467ee32a0738f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Senator's Secret Son
I' m Sarah Jenkins, an independent graphic designer who only longed for a child, not a husband. Five years ago, after a traumatic past, I built a quiet, safe life in Northern California with my son, Leo. I was finally marrying Mark, a kind, stable man, promising us the uncomplicated future we deserved. But peace was fleeting. A week before my wedding, Jax, security chief for Alexander Sterling-the powerful man I' d fled-appeared. He knew. They found me. Then, Alexander himself stepped from a black SUV, confirming my greatest fear: my meticulously faked death and new identity were exposed. The once-amnesiac man, now a formidable Senator, was intent on reclaiming what he believed was his. He publicly crashed my wedding, declaring Leo his son and me his wife. He tore apart the quiet world I' d painstakingly built, leaving me utterly exposed before our stunned community. My heart pounded with terror. Six years hiding, fearing discovery, only to be dragged back into his dangerous orbit? The abandonment, the cold payoff, years of fear-all surged back. What did Senator Sterling, a man of immense influence, truly want from the woman he' d discarded and the child he' d presumed dead? Then he knelt, not accusingly, but with a profound plea. He presented a stunning prenuptial agreement securing my independence and Leo' s future. He hadn' t come to control, but to confess, commit, and offer a path I never dreamed possible. Was this a genuine chance, or a trap disguised as freedom?/0/80252/coverorgin.jpg?v=d00fc151fd22b4c5c58749ed7ba5a293&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Terminal Illness, Her Eternal Penance.
Ava Miller had it all: society status, designer clothes, and a marriage to Liam Carter, her quiet, long-suffering husband whom she openly despised, often favoring her charming ex, Noah. In his final months, battling a terminal illness, Liam made one desperate request: five shared "experiences" before their divorce. Ava endured them with bitter indifference, fueled by Noah’s constant disdain. After Liam's quiet death, his friend, Ben, meticulously engineered revelations: Liam was "Cipher," a renowned hidden artist, whose private works hauntingly depicted Ava, each stroke a testament to his profound, unrequited love. The truth shattered Ava: the man she tortured was her silent devotee, while Noah, her trusted confidant, was a lifelong deceiver who actively orchestrated her scorn, even impersonating Liam to gain credit for his selflessness. Consumed by agonizing guilt and explosive rage, Ava lured Noah to a desolate, abandoned cellar, locking him inside to face a slow, agonizing demise. Now imprisoned, reading Liam's unedited journals, she finally confronts the immeasurable love she destroyed, embarking on a desolate penance for the love she recognized too late./0/90264/coverorgin.jpg?v=447b988da8c972c039db2ff03e534ae8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes to Phoenix: A Love Reborn
I pulled my fiancé from a car wreck just seconds before it exploded. The fire left my back covered in hideous scars, but I saved his life. For the four years he was in a coma, I gave up everything to be his caretaker. Six months after he woke up, he stood on stage at his comeback press conference. He was supposed to thank me. Instead, he made a grand, romantic declaration to Estelle, his childhood sweetheart, who was smiling from the audience. His family and Estelle then made my life a living hell. They humiliated me at a gala, ripping my dress to expose my scars. When I was beaten in an alley by thugs Estelle hired, Julian accused me of making it up to get attention. I lay in a hospital bed, bruised and broken, while he rushed to Estelle’s side because she was "scared." I overheard him tell her he loved her and that I, his fiancée, didn't matter. All my sacrifice, my pain, my unwavering love—it meant nothing. To him, I was just a debt he had to repay out of pity. On our wedding day, he kicked me out of the limo and left me on the side of the highway, still in my gown, because Estelle faked a stomach ache. I watched his car disappear. Then I hailed a taxi. "The airport," I said. "And step on it."/0/18303/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6fcb2671bf9d9fb676fde8091b8dc26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Spoiled Girl
Emily, was a just simple girl living a simple life when one day she received a call from the police that changed her entire life. Everything that happened since then was nothing short of a roller-coaster ride. She soon found out that her long-time boyfriend, Jack Newman, was cheating on her with her best friend. As if things weren’t bad enough, she accidentally ended up in Jack’s uncle’s car, where they ended up – doing it. Soon, Emily found herself in a tug-o-war between her ex, Jack and his uncle, Jacob./0/84163/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e195236afd8e47edf89a29d72008ce0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Political Asset, Her Perfect Revenge
It started as our eighth wedding anniversary, a day I used to circle with a red heart, but this year the circle was empty. I baked Andrew, my rising City Councilman husband, his favorite chocolate lava cake, hoping to surprise him at his "late-night strategy session." Instead, I found him at a high-end steakhouse, clinking glasses with his sycophantic aides and his 21-year-old intern, Madisyn, practically glued to his side. Hiding behind a pillar, I heard him laugh and call me his "perfect political asset," a "boring sedan" he was "stuck" with, admitting he "can' t even stand to touch her anymore." The words hit me harder than any physical blow, crushing eight years of foolish hope and love. Andrew returned the next day, reeking of Madisyn' s perfume, offering fake apologies and a lavish trip, still lying even as her texts buzzed relentlessly on his phone. The next shock came at a clinic where I' d gone to confirm I wasn't pregnant; I overheard Andrew coldly demanding Madisyn get an abortion, threatening to ruin her life if she didn't-all to protect his career and public image. I knew he was selfish, but this was monstrous; he' d destroy anyone, even his own child, for personal gain. That's when I decided I would burn it all down. The game changed when Madisyn, pregnant again, brazenly texted me taunts and ultrasound photos, claiming Andrew was moving her into a luxury condo near me. She celebrated my broken marriage, boasting Andrew found me "old and dried up," but she had no idea who she was truly up against. I calmly sent her the recording of Andrew coercing her into an abortion, and her frantic pleas instantly confirmed her terror. The polite wife who endured humiliation was gone; I was ready to use every weapon at my disposal. I left the luxurious life, packing a single suitcase, leaving divorce papers on his desk, and booking a one-way flight to Rome-ready to start over. Andrew' s desperate phone calls to "fix things" were met with my chilling truth: "The problem is you." He tried to trap me by withdrawing the divorce papers, but with one furious kick to his groin, I made my intentions clear. That night, utilizing his mother' s desperate desire for an heir, I forged a medical report stating I was barren and anonymously sent it to her. She immediately forced Andrew to sign the divorce papers himself, ironically ending his own quest for a legacy. At his lawyer's office, Andrew pleaded for me back, still blind, clinging to the naive idea it was just about another woman. With a final, devastating blow, I handed him his true fertility report, revealing his low sperm count and the tragic irony: he had forced Madisyn to terminate what was likely his only chance at a biological child, the heir he so desperately wanted. Watching him crumble, finally understanding his self-inflicted destruction, I knew I was truly free./0/86666/coverorgin.jpg?v=95a3a8cfd8ec8cb7e79a01c46ded5b1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Convenient Marriage, Shattered Dreams
My plane landed smoothly, yet my heart churned with a nervous hope. I hadn' t told David I was coming, hoping to bridge the growing chasm in our two-year "convenient" marriage-a partnership built more on family connections than genuine affection. But as I watched David Hayes' s assistant, Sarah Jenkins, casually link arms with him at the airport, her "smooth and practiced" voice oozing familiarity, a cold dread began to set in. She looked like a model, not the efficient helper David had mentioned. Her eyes, bright and confident, scanned me from head to toe, making me feel like a specimen under a microscope, an intruder. "You have to be careful, Chloe. Men can get tired of the same old thing. It' s good you came to check up on him," she purred in the car, a thinly veiled warning coated in false sweetness. My husband, David, just gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and offered a weak, dismissive laugh. He didn't defend me; he managed the situation. That night, alone in his hotel suite, scrolling through a torrent of screenshots Sarah had mysteriously sent, my world shattered. "It' s a convenient marriage, Sarah. You know that. It' s not about passion." "You and me? We' re about everything else." The words, his words, tore through me like a physical blow. He had a whole vibrant life here-concerts, dinners, milestones-a life I was excluded from. My once protective, encouraging husband, the boy who called me pretty, was gone, replaced by a stranger who saw me as a "plain," "boring" obligation. The next day, during a forced shopping trip, he picked out a scarf for me. "Sarah has one just like it. She has amazing taste," he said. Then, he bought an identical one for her, right in front of me, using our "fresh start" as a cover for his infidelity. "People might compare," he fretted, not worried about me, but about what Sarah or his circle would think if we wore the same thing. My humiliation turned to ice. Then, Sarah appeared, melting into tears at the sight of the scarf, claiming they had picked it out. David, without a moment's hesitation, bolted after her, leaving me standing alone on a crowded street, holding the symbol of his betrayal. "He chose her," my mind screamed, the realization a stark, brutal clarity./1/110288/coverorgin.jpg?v=12ace1d2015cb2b048f0837880170b91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Regrets After The Countdown To Our Divorce
They say when life throws you a lemon, you should turn it to a lemonade, even though some things weren't just intentional. "For the next three years, you will work under my son, Anthony. You will obey him unconditionally and assist him in developing the first humanoid robots. It's all stated in the contract." Melissa, a brilliant first-class robotics engineer, signs a binding contract to save her only sister who urgently needs surgery. Not only must she work for Anthony-the arrogant CEO of the Morgan Group-but she must also marry him. Throughout the contract, Anthony treats her like a lowlife, belittling her at every opportunity and even stealing credit for her achievements, convinced she would never dare to leave. But as the three years draw to a close, her supposed knight in shining armor, Josh, shows up as he promised. Will Melissa walk away from Anthony, reclaim her freedom, and rekindle the spark with Josh? Or will Anthony realize too late just how much he stands to lose when the countdown to their divorce begins? And what if there was more to the accident that left Melissa's sister in need of surgery-and forced Melissa into this contract? If you want to feel first hand what it means for a lady to possess her possession, then get over here!/0/38327/coverorgin.jpg?v=57ef096f8e2950b9ee380037ccb537c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Feel At Home
Kelly Clark lived with her grandmother since she was a baby. She had been wondering where her parents were. Where her family was? She only knew her grandmother was the only one who cares for her wholeheartedly, so she tried her best to improve herself in every field. When she was 18, she knew the truth that her mother was murdered by her father’s mistress. At the same time, her grandmother passed away because of illness. Under great sadness, she came to City W to find her father to feel the warmth of family. To her surprise, her stepmother sent people to kill her. Full of anger, she decided to revenge .../0/83068/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a44c0e3db43ce895430e275a409d3be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Quiet Fury
For a decade, I played the role of Eleanor Vance, Senator Alistair Hayes' s wife. I endured his icy indifference and his stepdaughter Brittany' s cruelties, clinging to the hope of a stable home for my daughter, Clara. But at the annual charity gala, the illusion violently shattered. Brittany, with a triumph in her eyes, forced me into her deceased mother' s gown, then publicly humiliated me by crushing a cherished locket I' d made for her with my own hands. Alistair, far from defending me, stood by, his cold gaze stripping me bare, blaming me. He had dangled Clara' s return as bait for my compliance, and now his lie was exposed, alongside my public shame. My world, built on fragile hopes, crumbled. I was nothing but an outsider, always second best to a ghost. The raw injustice, the betrayal, and the horrifying truth of their manipulation ignited a quiet, chilling rage within me. My efforts, my sacrifices, all for nothing. So when Alistair, eager to control the narrative, suggested I 'disappear' for a 'break' at the remote family cabin, I agreed. He thought I'd break and crawl back. He didn't know Eleanor Hayes was already gone./0/60854/coverorgin.jpg?v=05bd7f2ca22ee8a42fa81dee73d93c6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An angel for rent
When the mysterious and handsome man approached the edge of the stage as if the angel was the most beautiful thing to admire in the room, the young woman delicately bent down, raising her artificial wings to the sides of her body. -Angel... How much for a private with you? - Thomas exclaimed, extending his hand towards the blonde, wanting to grab it and not let go, fearing to receive a "no" for an answer. The young woman looked at the palm extended towards her and could only think of her nephew and his medications. She slowly moved her small hand towards the one who would be her first client, but her fingers did not reach to touch it, because an unexpected grip on her wrist prevented her from doing so. -You will not do it- Both young men turned towards the hoarse and angry voice of the intruder. -Danny... - Celeste exclaimed when she saw her boss looking at the man as if he wanted to eat him alive. "She won't go with you," he said, placing her behind him without letting go of her wrist./0/47244/coverorgin.jpg?v=33d39b89324652fe9edea69fdd3b39b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant After One Night With Lycan King
I got pregnant for a man I didn't know. And on the first day I entered the new company, I saw him. My baby's Father. He's my boss!!! Continue reading to find out what happened in the book. PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT WITH THE LYCAN KING. ****** WARNING MATURED CONTENT R16Layla had everything she ever wanted in life not until the day she began to live with her stepmother after her mother passed on.Layla was maltreated by her stepmother, but her stepsister scarlet always stood by her until the day she found out that scarlet had been having sex with her boyfriend.Layla is broken and finds herself in a bar where she has a one night stand with a complete stranger. Layla discovers that she was pregnant for a stranger and to protect her baby she runs away from home to another city.Layla's friend takes her in and helps her find a job.What happens when Layla discovers that her boss is no other than the man who she had a one night stand with and is supposedly pregnant for? How would she be able to cope with the people trying to tear her apart?/0/73369/coverorgin.jpg?v=d085a8ead6e22ef3a9f3fcefd33b6042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Nanny, His Obsession
Needing to start over, Rose Brunette becomes a nanny to billionaire Christian Ashford's young daughter. She doesn't foresee to develop feelings for her distant, suspicious boss, but as they get closer, their attraction becomes more than just physical. It is when Rose's past comes back to haunt her that her estranged father returns, bringing danger and betrayal. When she gets caught in the crossfire, Christian will do whatever it takes to protect her. Will love survive the storm or will the past destroy it? A love billionaire romance filled with love trust and second chances./0/75872/coverorgin.jpg?v=117dfb989cadfcc41e7af84900d9d4f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
It's Just a Contract With the CEO
Discover the story of heartbreak and unexpected twists: after catching your fiancé in bed with your sister, you find yourself devastated and drowning your sorrows at a bar. There, a mysterious stranger appears, covering your hefty tab and leaving you indebted to him. But how will he collect? Perhaps by offering you a job as his assistant-or by proposing something far more daring, like purchasing your innocence. The choice is yours. Dive into a tale brimming with passion, romance, steamy encounters, and high-stakes drama, where every decision ignites a new spark./0/37545/coverorgin.jpg?v=5417842eee8c5293e212efca04292d4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Broken Bonds, New Bloom
The judge' s voice was a low drone, stamping out the last echoes of a life I barely recognized. "Divorce granted." My husband, Daniel, wasn' t there, called away by "duty"-a last-minute training, his lawyer smoothly explained. It was always duty, always Olivia, his "fragile" niece, who overshadowed everything. My last day at the fire station, a small comfort, was shattered when Daniel appeared, asking me to drop the papers. He even tried a surprise birthday gift, only to abandon me when Olivia had another "panic attack." I filed for divorce, expediting my transfer to a small town. But before I could leave, Daniel burst in with Olivia, whose innocent eyes hid a smirk. They' d invaded my last sanctuary. Then, I overheard Olivia, the so-called fragile niece, passionately kissing Daniel while begging him to choose her and "let me go." My world crumbled. This wasn't a family; it was a sick, twisted drama. I was the villain, destroying their codependent world. And then Olivia, in a dramatic display, ran headfirst into a wall, collapsing in a pool of blood. Daniel scooped her up, his eyes accusing me. My fault. Always my fault. I didn' t understand. How could I be blamed for her manipulative antics? How could he be so blind? This wasn't just about an affair; it was a decade of emotional suffocation. I was drowning, and he was too focused on her tears to notice. I picked up the divorce papers, the ones he hadn't received because Olivia had intercepted them. The true nature of their warped bond finally became horrifyingly clear. I drove away, toward a new city, a new life, finally ready to let go of the man who had loved duty more than me-or so I thought./0/30349/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0272366f0068e93ef2230c1906f8f94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
