Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Her Greatest Asset
Madeline Morrison, the sole heiress of a once prominent business tycoon, is in pursuit of a beautiful and meaningful future ahead of her, amidst the chaos and rubble of her past that still haunt her present like a persistent shadow. On one unfortunate and tragic night, as she navigates her way through darkness—helpless and deeply sorrowful—she unexpectedly finds light in the form of a mysterious man. His kerosene-blue eyes flicker like a rekindled candle. All this time, she thought she was already nothing, but maybe, despite all that has happened in her life so far, soon she will not be. Once she finally learns that this mysterious man—the one who will deeply and unconditionally fall in love with her—is actually a billionaire in disguise, the richest of them all./0/83804/coverorgin.jpg?v=00b40ffb72f3d86cf416fb3d89a883ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Heart to Billboard Queen
My wedding day was supposed to be the moment my love story with Liam played out on giant screens for all of Nashville to see. Instead, those screens showed something very different: my fiancé, Liam, shamelessly hooking up with my own cousin, Savannah, at his bachelor party. The chapel descended into shocked silence. Liam grabbed my arm, whispering denials, while Savannah sat sobbing in the front row, a pathetic mess. But the hickeys on their necks told the whole brutal truth. I calmly walked to the microphone, called off the wedding, and left them to face the circus they created. He tried to play the remorseful fiancé, showing up with flowers I was allergic to and Savannah's favorite BBQ, not mine. He stalked me, pleading for "one more chance," even using me as a bet to impress Savannah. Every interaction twisted the knife, confirming years of quiet betrayals I'd ignored. Why did I believe his lies for so long? Why did I allow myself to be a third wheel at my own anniversary dinner, or cook for him only to be met with his and Savannah's mockery? The humiliation was suffocating, the anger a fire in my gut. But then, a new thought ignited within me. I picked up my guitar not to write a sad song, but a war declaration. This wasn't heartbreak; it was a reckoning. And I was just getting started./0/80884/coverorgin.jpg?v=55fe126fd92ef2c36060da37e1ac35d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, Her Rebirth
Seven years. That's how long I’d been trapped in a marriage where 'we' felt like a generous lie. My husband, Ethan, barely spoke to me, his eyes always on Chloe and his burgeoning career, never on me. Just weeks before the end, in a rare moment of cruelty, he looked me dead in the eye and said, 'I regret being with you. I never wanted kids with you.' Those cutting words echoed as the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal filled the air, and then, nothing. Thanksgiving dinner with the man who’d emotionally neglected me for years, his true affections always reserved for Chloe, his career connection. The agonizing truth: my last thought was how utterly wasted my life with him had been. But then, I jolted awake. Not in heaven, but in my grimy college dorm room, nineteen again, an ancient flip phone buzzing with a new message from Ethan: 'Hey, wanna grab a bite later?' This was it: the very beginning of the doomed timeline, the moment our lives intertwined, leading to a decade of his neglect. Only this time, I knew exactly what to do./0/49088/coverorgin.jpg?v=068870b2095b36e7fe9a2756c6e57300&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Home For Christmas
Christmas is the most magical time of the year, right? That may be true for most people but not Julia. Julia has never had an easy life, she has been homeless for as long as she can remember and now she is raising a three-year-old the same way. She wants more for them both but she has no way of changing things, besides she's soon going to have to leave the only place that she's ever called home to keep them both safe. If anyone finds out her secret her world will be blown apart and that's something that she can't allow to happen. Riley has had the best life imaginable. He has loving parents, grandparents and his best friend Joshua has been by his side since he was a young child. He also runs several successful businesses and has everything he wants in life except for one thing... love. He wants someone to love, to cherish but his past still has a tight grip on him and holds a secret that not even he knows about. What will happen when both worlds collide? Can Julia get the Christmas that she has always dreamed of for her and her little girl? Can Riley learn to forget his past so that he can move forward and when Juila's secret is revealed and blows both of their worlds apart, will it bring them together or tear them even further apart and destroy Julia's world, just like she has always feared it would?/0/18590/coverorgin.jpg?v=38aa2d5df35b07e9d7de6f4ea3907cdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling in love wasn't the plan
He was famous the football captain, She was the topper of the class. However, she was unnoticed among the group of hot sassy cheer leaders who dominated the female population. Everyone remembered her name only during exams, yeah— everyone, even the ones who never knew she existed in the class. He was one of them. This year, before the final exams he became friends with her like any other student according to the plan he made with his other dumb friends— for seeking her help and notes but before the year end and even the results are out, he'd realize that falling in love wasn't in the plan!/0/28648/coverorgin.jpg?v=eeec066bf35ba3986ece98975eea5a7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WITCH KINGDOM
The show started and ended exactly the way I wanted it to. A banal story with a banal ending. The hero defeats the villain, thus earning world recognition, and the villain, as it should be, plays the game. What is surprising here? Perhaps the fact that the villain raised his hero himself, prepared the box for himself, and chose how he would meet his end? A hopelessly ill serial killer, a maniac and Satan himself, as people called me, hoping to rest at least in hell, I was suddenly reborn in a new world. A world where everything is ruled by force, deceit and cruelty, where there are no video cameras, the presumption of innocence and other quinoa that restrained human vices. Finally, I got to where I belonged./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."/0/81858/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1a943cd1c1793c6ca9a4f0ae8ad24bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Sold His Empire
Ava Miller lived a dream life, running a successful interior design firm, and happily married to her college sweetheart, tech CEO Ethan Hayes. Their bond felt unbreakable, solidified by years of shared history and Ethan's fierce vow never to cheat, a promise backed by a prenup securing 70% of his assets for Ava if he ever strayed. But a creeping shadow emerged: Chloe Vance, a former intern, obsessed with Ethan, staging public scenes and faking crises. Ava dismissed her as a nuisance, always trusting Ethan to handle such issues firmly. On their third anniversary, Ava surprised Ethan at his gleaming office tower, a small gift in hand, wishing for a rare spontaneous moment. She pushed open the door to his private office and found Chloe there, half-dressed in Ethan's silk shirt, suggestively caressing his cherished Montblanc pen-Ava's gift to him. Ethan walked in, stopping dead, his eyes wide with guilt, looking first at Chloe, then at Ava. He stammered, then shockingly asked Ava to "handle" Chloe, to "get her dressed," claiming she was "in a fragile state." Ava was stunned; this was entirely unlike the man who once had security remove Chloe instantly. Later that evening, she watched him carefully clean and pocket the very Montblanc pen Chloe had just defiled. That was it. The pen, his treasure, now tainted, yet still cherished above all. A cold, hard clarity replaced her shock and pain. The next morning, Ava walked to their safe deposit box and retrieved the prenuptial agreement. Then she picked up her phone and called Liam Walker, Ethan's biggest business rival./0/78938/coverorgin.jpg?v=ece9806e114c017484001fee2c1bbec1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Heiress
Elena, as a young girl, was the only survivor of a yacht explosion she and her parents used for a family vacation. She ran from the trauma and relocated to another city, finding comfort in art and honing her artistic skills in the most prestigious art gallery in that city. A perfect career, as an Executive Art Director, but despite all these, her past still haunted her like never before. Then she met Alexander Drake, the son of a billionaire and billionaire himself, whom she fell in love with. But along the line in their love escapades, she discovered that his family was responsible for the death of her parents and the downfall of her family's business legacy./1/106841/coverorgin.jpg?v=6dd6807d03e8964eb1f8d9a50bfcfa25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Twin Flame
Sometimes you have to lose your way in the wild to find exactly where you belong. Christina thought she knew what love looked like. It looked like three years in Vancouver with Andrew, a life of polished surfaces, carefully curated social circles, and a love that felt more like a debt than a gift. But when a single message on Andrew's phone shatters the glass house she's been living in, Christina realizes she doesn't just need a break; she needs to be found. Seeking the "forced presence" that only the wilderness can demand, Christina flees to the rugged mountains of Whistler, British Columbia. Between the ancient cedars and the unforgiving granite peaks, she meets Liam, a man who belongs to the mountains and understands the silence she's been craving. As they navigate the treacherous trails together, Liam offers Christina something Andrew never could: the space to be strong. But healing isn't a straight path. When the shadows of her past follow her into the mist, Christina is forced to decide: is she just a "mountain dream" for Liam, or is he the True North she's been searching for? When Andrew reappears with a desperate plea and a web of manipulation, he threatens to pull her back into the gray noise of her old life. To survive, Christina must face a storm more dangerous than any mountain tempest. She will have to choose between the safety of the man who knows her past and the courage of the man who believes in her future. From the rain-slicked streets of Vancouver to the breathtaking summits of the Pacific Northwest, My Twin Flame is a story of heartbreak, reclamation, and the intentional love that moves mountains./0/85103/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d029373695a262a7d90c597b5caa90b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cold Heart, My Burning Love
The studio lights burned hot, a stark contrast to the manufactured chill, as I stood on a platform, a fake smile plastered on my face. This wasn' t about a generic second chance; it was about Jake Miller. Then, he walked out-the boy I left behind, now a stranger in a tailored suit, a Silicon Valley titan. His gaze swept past me without a flicker of recognition, and my heart sank. Before I could process the sting, Chloe Davis, a social media influencer, glided onto the stage, linking her arm with his, her cooing voice dripping with practiced sweetness. He stood there, allowing her to cling to him, his silence a crushing answer-seven years of distance felt like an eternity. "Do I know you?" he asked, his eyes cold and empty, when I finally found the courage to approach. The question hit me harder than a physical blow, followed by his dismissive "Right. The artist. I' m a little busy right now." The next morning, his unanswered question mark on my phone served as a stark reminder of his indifference. Then, I overheard him promise Chloe a romantic dinner cruise, solidifying my humiliation. When I twisted my ankle during a beach volleyball game, he watched me with unnerving calm, then abandoned me to take Chloe on the promised date. That night, my desperate, anonymous text confessing my love was met with Chloe' s triumphant announcement that she and Jake were the "Heartbeat Couple," confirming he had publicly chosen her. Just as I was about to give up, my childhood best friend, Ethan Vance, unexpectedly appeared, announcing he was here to "reclaim his fiancée" right in front of Jake and the cameras. Jake' s mask of indifference cracked; his jaw tightened as he strode away, but moments later, in the library, he coldly told me I needed an "appointment" to speak with him. Later, seeing him subtly express jealousy towards Ethan gave me a sliver of hope, only for my mother to call, accusing me of embarrassing the family and demanding I leave the show. Then Ethan delivered the final blow: Jake was planning to announce his engagement to Chloe on the final episode. I rushed to Jake' s mansion, desperate for him to hear my explanation, only for him to declare, "I' m not interested in your excuses. It' s too late," then told me to leave. Returning one last time, begging at his gate, I confessed my heart through his closed door, only for him to open it, revealing Chloe, sitting smugly on his bed. He then pulled out his phone, showed me my contact, and brutally pressed "Delete," whispering, "Don' t ever contact me again," and added a final, cruel remark about Chloe' s preference for flowers. The next morning, as I cut my finger, bleeding onto the counter, he saw me, then turned away to pour Chloe orange juice, as if I didn' t exist. "I' m leaving the show," I told Liam, my voice hollow, realizing there was nothing left to fight for. A year later, with my art finding success, my phone rang-an unknown number. It was Jake, his voice hesitant, saying he needed to talk, and I echoed his past words, "My assistant can schedule a call for you. Perhaps in a few weeks," then hung up. Liam revealed the truth: I left for Paris not out of ambition, but to save my family from bankruptcy, and Jake had changed his number, preventing my desperate calls. Jake watched my televised interview, our misunderstanding laid bare, and for the first time, felt the full, crushing weight of his regret, and I knew: the chase was about to begin./0/18591/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd2ab5e5e024bf45f7c8e96c3247daaa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Requited Love: Rise Like A Phoenix
To force her to sign the divorce agreement, Jacob gave her a life filled with torment and pain. Louisa finally came to the realization that it was time to give up. Two years later, she made a name for herself as a superstar. She came back, rising like a phoenix from the ashes. She would avenge herself for what she had suffered in the past./0/85752/coverorgin.jpg?v=49c9bf44e91f203c95afc9335c80c0cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Destroyed Returns
The world tilted, then fell away, the polished marble floor rushing up to meet me. One moment, I was adjusting lights for my new art exhibit, the next, a sickening crack left me in darkness, my legs gone. Awakening in a hospital, the rhythmic beeping of machines and a strange, mechanical ticking from my chest were my only companions. My fiancé, Mark, was just outside the door, his voice low and urgent. "Is it done, Mr. Henderson? Is everything taken care of?" he asked the gallery owner. "The ladder was tampered with, just as you instructed," Henderson replied, his voice gravelly. "It was a tragic accident. No one will suspect a thing." Then I heard the doctor: "The legs were unsalvageable. The damage to her heart was severe. We had to implant the synthetic unit. She'll live, but she'll never walk again." "Perfect. Absolutely perfect," Mark laughed, his voice stripped of all warmth. My private collection, my legacy, was the "real prize" he needed for his gallery, and their deal included securing a scholarship for Emily, his protégé. This was all for Emily. Panic clawed at my throat. My art, my life' s passion, was stolen, and the man I was going to marry, the father of the child growing inside me, had orchestrated it all. For money. For his gallery. For another woman' s career. The pain from my body raged, but it was nothing compared to the cold, dead void that opened inside me. I was a machine, my heart ticking like a clock counting down a life I no longer wanted. My instincts led me to my stomach, now flat and soft. The tiny life, a secret meant for Mark, was a lie. When a nurse mentioned prenatal care, I choked out, "Cancel it. I want to schedule an abortion." My tears were the last I would shed for the life he had stolen. Mark' s performance for the outside world was flawless, but I saw the ugly, rotten canvas beneath his beautiful lies. He hadn' t loved me; he' d loved my assets. Days blurred into pain and physical therapy. Mark brought Emily to visit, her feigned sympathy twisting knives in my gut. He even boasted that she was cataloging my stolen collection. He was replacing me, in every possible way, and flaunting it. When he proposed a "documentary" to exploit my broken body, I knew I was trapped. He' d built this cage deliberately. He' d stolen everything, leaving me with nothing. But a different appointment awaited. They found a body by the river, a white shoe, and a note, leading Mark to believe I had taken my own life. Emily' s hysterical accusations that I was faking it turned his fury on her. He spun a tale of tragic loss, cementing his image as the grieving fiancé. Mark grieved not for me, but for his ruined scheme. He cast me as a villain-a cheater, pregnant with another man' s child-to absolve himself. But as David Chen, my kind friend, stood at my grave, his heart heavy, I sat alive in his living room in Norway. "He cried," David said, his voice thick. "He also told me you were pregnant with another man's child." The plan was desperate, conceived from the ashes of that day. David, the only one I trusted, had helped me fake my death, swap my body with a Jane Doe, and build a new life as Anna Jensen. My escape was flawless. David loved me, not for what I had, but for who I was-scars, synthetic heart, and all. He saw the woman, not the wheelchair. He understood. And in that moment, a fragile seed of hope began to sprout. Two years passed. I became a renowned art restorer, and with David, co-founded Chen-Miller Restorations. Then came the opportunity of a lifetime: a project in New York, my old home. I was tired of hiding. I was strong. I was loved. I was whole. At the Harrison Foundation' s gala, I saw him again. Mark. Thinner, haggard, staring at me as if I were a ghost. "Sarah?" he whispered, hoarse. "You're dead." "Reports of my death were, as you can see, greatly exaggerated." He begged for another chance, blaming his failures on my supposed death, clinging to pity. "I know you still love me. You have to." I laughed, cold and dismissive. "Love you? Mark, I don't even know you." He grabbed my arm, his old anger surfacing. "You owe me an explanation! Prove you're her!" "She doesn't have to prove anything to you," David' s calm, steady voice cut through the tension as he stepped protectively to my side. I held up my hand, my diamond catching the light. "This is David Chen, my partner and my fiancé." Mark stared, defeated. I looked him straight in the eye: "The Sarah Miller you knew, the one you tried to destroy, is dead. You killed her. Let her rest in peace. You and I, Mark, are done." I walked away, leaning on David, leaving Mark a relic of a past I had finally, completely overcome. Emily was arrested for fraud, Mark' s gallery liquidated, and he faded into obscurity. David and I married, surrounded by loving family. My story was a testament to resilience, healing, and a love that empowered, called me whole. I found my true masterpiece: a life built on truth, love, and unshakable self-worth. I was home./0/52334/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6d8c28e992c4e21b0ad8bd1702d20e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Take care of my heart
One rainy night, after an attempt to fix the roof, Rose, Mitchell's elder sister broke her leg and as a result is unable to complete her schooling. Mitchell decides to work overseas to help her family, she gets overseas but discovered that she is deceived by the woman who had offered her job. Rentless, she allows no one to stop her not even her new boss; Robert Oliver. Mitchell encounters bigger challenges that test her determination and more importantly her heart while fulfilling her obligation in the Robert Oliver's home./0/87699/coverorgin.jpg?v=76207fc5a8b488c0c0838729e4f267b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twice To The Altar.
Amelia Dinkins annulled her own wedding at the altar after discovering the affair between her fiancée and best friend only to end up in a one night stand giving her virginity to one of the party guests Drake Harris a widower who was amused by her bravery during the day. Drake Harris had vowed never to love any other woman after the brutal murder of his wife, unfortunately Amelia got pregnant and his parent found out, so to secure his heritage from his family as the first son he had to marry her, they both agreed on staying out of each other`s lane while they co parent, after the wedding, a lot of secrets came to light when Amelia discovered Annabelle Drake`s late wife`s secret diary. Will they be able to fall for each other while co parenting? Will the Mystery behind Annabelle`s death be solved? *** Epilogue "You are getting into a sham marriage again, I guess God really thinks highly of you", Drake said sarcastically. "So does he of you loser!" Amelia responded amidst tears./0/84779/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fac60fa482b33e81c1a38b1e2b4d0f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love and Crosses: What the Heart Wants
The heart wants what it wants, but sometimes it's not what it seems. In the high-fashion world of glamor and betrayal, small-town girl Riele sets out to heal the broken heart of billionaire CEO Kim. But her plan backfires when she finds herself falling for him, only to have her love rejected. Now, as Riele struggles to untangle her feelings for Kim and the truth about his past, she must navigate a treacherous path of secrets, lies, and hidden desires. But just when Riele thinks she's lost Kim forever, she discovers that his love for her rival, Jane, might not be what it seems. With her heart on the line, Riele must decide whether to fight for the man she loves or walk away from the pain and heartbreak that come with loving him. And Kim, tormented by his past and uncertain about his future, must confront the truth about his feelings for both women. Will he choose the safe, familiar path with Jane or take a chance on the unexpected passion that Riele ignites within him?/0/57850/coverorgin.jpg?v=86f569aeffb7be57dfb66b3980f69004&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Me!!!
I smile because I have someone like you. I laugh because you can't do anything about it💔😒. Hi babe, I just want you to know how special you are to me and what you mean to me😭🤍. You're the most wonderful person I'm hoping to have in my life🥲. I cherish you, admire and love everything about you. All I crave for is you my love 🥹. You're my gold , your present always remind me of how lucky I would be to have someone like you 😭🖤........./0/85104/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d7ea78e64abe34132fcb837a326e4f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turned to Ash
I stared at the divorce papers, a symbol of freedom after years trapped in Mark Davis's gilded cage, where my art and my soul withered. But just as I dared to breathe, Mark' s self-serving facade shattered completely. His icy disregard for my well-being climaxed when, after a public humiliation at a gala engineered by his mistress, I collapsed at home, suffering a miscarriagewhile he watched, more concerned with his wounded pride and her presence. And then, in the sterile hospital hallway, he twisted the knife deeper, telling her – and anyone who would listen – that I had faked my entire pregnancy for attention. There was no turning back; I would never again be the woman who stood silently in his shadow. I walked away, not just from him, but towards reclaiming the artist I was always meant to be./0/85753/coverorgin.jpg?v=89b523be41dda405568e361f0ba9ec76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife, Unstoppable Woman
For three years, my marriage to Liam Hayes was a meticulously spun fairytale, built on our family' s business deal and his seemingly perfect devotion. Then, on our third anniversary, Chloe Davis, his childhood sweetheart, messaged him, shattering the fragile illusion. Liam publicly abandoned me, leaving me alone at a gala to chase after a woman who later accused me of assault, an incident he believed without question. The man I loved, the one who whispered sweet nothings, openly dismissed me as merely "a means to an end" for his company and public image. I found myself heartbroken and pregnant, forced into an unimaginable choice because of his callous betrayal. He dismissed my pain, my very existence, all while protecting Chloe and his perfect public facade. When I was brutally attacked by his enemy, his primary concern wasn't my well-being, but how my hospitalization might inconvenience his carefully constructed life and reputation. His words, "She's resilient. She'll recover. And then we can move forward. But for now, I have to play the part of the concerned husband," echoed in the sterile hospital room-a final, gut-wrenching confirmation of my insignificance to him. How could he be so blind, so utterly devoid of empathy for the woman who bore his secret child? The rage that ignited within me was a revelation, burning away the last vestiges of my love and despair. I wouldn't just leave; I would erase him from my life, starting with a one-way ticket to London and a silent promise of reclamation./0/22810/coverorgin.jpg?v=231f1370f828b962e093fcc74366ea89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
