Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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THE BILLIONAIRE DOCTOR'S BABYMAMA
Meghan Marcher escapes her stifling life when she discovers her father has orchestrated a wedding she can't bear. A one-night stand in Japan with the enigmatic Aaron Wilburn offers her a taste of freedom-but returning home brings a shocking twist: her younger sister Chloe is now engaged to the very man Meghan had just shared a passionate night with. With a secret baby on the line and emotions running wild, Meghan must navigate a tangled web of love and betrayal. Can she keep her past from crashing into her sister's future, or will the truth destroy everything she holds dear?/0/94884/coverorgin.jpg?v=effe11a86b053e5de2fd1b302521aa24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Awakening her sleeping wildness
A Man with a power a r*thless Ceo can make a bunch of people kneel from him, a Man with a cold personality a heartless indeed His name is Gabrielle Aziel Hebrew. ..girls are ready to kneel just to have s3x with him but this is one other girl who caught his attention this girl has an innocent face who just Be his personal maid and when that day happened everything have changed in just a blink of an eye Gabrielle started to own Elianor what will happen to Elianor when the or so known Ruthless and powerful Ceo is obsessed on her what would she do?/0/98453/coverorgin.jpg?v=92420b575e995c14043a537b187c8719&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Perfect Wife's Unwritten Past
For five years, I was the perfect, amnesiac wife to the tech mogul who "rescued" me from a helicopter crash. Then, a video from his mistress shattered the lie. It wasn't just her ultrasound; it was a news clip showing my real fiancé, Caleb, had survived the crash. My memory came flooding back. When I confronted their affair by setting fire to the vineyard he built for her, he chose to save his pregnant mistress over me. At the hospital, surrounded by reporters she had called, he publicly disowned me to protect her. "My wife has been unwell for some time," he announced, his words a final, cold betrayal. But they mistook my silence for defeat. Facing the cameras, I traced a secret symbol over my heart-a message only one man would understand. I leaned into the microphone, turning my humiliation into a call to arms. "Caleb," I whispered. "It's time to come home."/0/34861/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ad536d7fd14d743bf17a06564c0f55f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The billionaire's thirty-million-dollar bride
"I want to make love to you and worship your body as befitting enough for a goddess." "Sex is best done in front of a camera with millions of subscribers crediting my account with dollars." ___ Never has the thought of being actively involved in the adult movie industry in her early twenties ever crossed Cecilia's mind. With finances being on gridlock, having a dying mother is enough motivation to fuel her passion in becoming an A-list pornstar who has her head buried right into the game without having emotions ever interfere. Why waste her talent when she could be monetized, popular, and live the dream life she has always fantasized about as a kid? Sebastian might have all the billions in the world but his parents wouldn't stop breathing down his neck and pressuring him. Out of frustration in a heated argument, he might have blurted out having a fiance and now he is on an ultimatum to present his woman to the family in a week else the CEO position falls to his elder brother who is the role model of the family as opposed to him being the black sheep. Sebastian needs a transactional yet strictly platonic relationship without having leeches try to make money off him and Cece needs Seb's money after all she is a trained expert. Their part crosses, it all started as a drafted contract, who knows? It is probably karma's way of bringing two flawed yet compatible people together./0/22532/coverorgin.jpg?v=aeefc1f5c4d5b194bc435846ac1fe7cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife
"Let me borrow your husband for one night and I spare your dad's life." Trishia Meyer, the only daughter of Senator Meyer demanded. Arabella Jones was dumbfounded. She had to make a choice. To save her father's company, Arabella had agreed to marry the evil billionaire, Bill Sky. She dared to kiss him to show off her ex-boyfriend that night but she never expected the kiss would deepen and he didn’t want to let go. That night was just a mistake but they were bound to meet again. They agreed to sign a non-disclosure contract and they swore not to love each other. Sacrificing herself to be with the domineering cold man and turning a blind eye to his sexual affairs with other women were just some of the things she needed to endure everyday. Marriage with no love. Now that she conceived his baby, he wanted it to be aborted instantly. She thought that the baby inside her tummy would bring them closer together but he accused her in deceiving him. He looked at her as a two-timer and the worst gold digger. Arabella Jones then made a promise to herself that she would do everything to live a happy life with her baby far away from him. Little did she know, it's not for her to decide, that if the billionaire's wrath would allow her./0/86773/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fd009019f5e83707fcd899b88d9321f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Hundred Pranks, One True End
For two years, I lived a fairy tale with Liam Hayes, the tech mogul. He' d lost his memory in a terrible accident, but he remembered me, or so he said. I, a struggling artist, bought into his relentless passion. We were building a life, a family even. I held a positive pregnancy test, ready to share our news. Then, I heard my college rival, Chloe Jenkins, speak from his office, her voice like sugar-coated poison. "Two whole years. Ninety-nine times. You promised." My blood ran cold as Liam's sharp, cynical laugh filled the room. This wasn't the gentle man I knew. He confirmed it. My entire relationship had been a cruel game, a "prank" designed to make me look like a fool. They mocked my ruined artworks, my canceled shows, every humiliation I' d endured. Liam had been there each time, comforting me with fake sympathy, while secretly logging his "pranks." Chloe purred, "One hundred pranks, one hundred proofs of your love for me." Liam' s reply, dripping with adoration, shattered me: "She was just a means to an end. A pawn." The pregnancy test in my pocket felt like a block of ice. My love, our life, our future baby-all a sick joke. My fairy tale was a cage, my prince a monster. He wanted one hundred pranks, a century of my pain. When I found his hidden sketchbook, full of intimate drawings of me and a receipt for an engagement ring, a dangerous hope flickered. Had he felt something real? But that hope died when I called a women's clinic. This child was conceived in deceit, an extension of his game. I refused to bring a child into this twisted world. At a yacht party, after my procedure, Liam's friends, at Chloe's urging, forced me to eat poisoned oysters, designed to induce a miscarriage. They knew. "He didn't want a child with her tying him down," Chloe hissed. "He was just waiting for the right moment for the problem to go away. I just provided the opportunity." I bled, the pain excruciating, as Liam, seeing me, yelled for a helicopter. Chloe, cold and final, drilled into my fading consciousness: "Don't you dare forget who you're doing all this for. You love me. Remember?" Liam' s strained reply: "I know, Chloe. I... I know." How could he? How could the man who held me at night, whispering endearments, be the same man who orchestrated my destruction? Why him? Why me? Ava Miller died that day. But Elise Vance was born, and she was coming for them./0/18639/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4c7d867bf005b89e39788bc962f0353&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enticing Fancy: Genius CEO's Bride
Henry‘s father and brother died the same year he was born. The family matriarch was devastated, so she went to a fortune teller to seek for help. They found out that in order to get rid of the ill omen brought to his family, he needed to wed someone who had a hard life like him. According to the clairvoyant, he should marry Kelley, a sole survivor of a devastating earthquake from a few years back. However, Henry was already engaged to another woman. How could he ever marry a stranger and leave the woman he loved?/0/48813/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ebdf96b31fafd7b6b2ba1b52dadf2f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Contracted Love
Synopsis "And now you may kiss the bride," her eyes widens as wide as it could and her heart beats with loudest scream. "You won't kiss me, will you? You told we would do everything in limits," she mumbles in a low voice. "I understand my rules better," he said and pecked her in her cheeks. It is just a peck but she becomes all red and flushed in it. Violet remembers the day, she was married to the richest billionaire of her state when his lips are unexpectedly pressed on hers and his hands roams around her body. "We promised. We promised that we won't be crossing out limits. I am your employee and you are my employer. We aren't supposed to do this," she says. He lifts his head towards her and looks at her with his darker shades of eyes full of lust which seems to fade away. "I... I am sorry," he apologizes. She feels the worst when he apologizes and she pulls him towards her. "I am sorry too but I want you to be inside me right now!" she whispers./0/84178/coverorgin.jpg?v=03c45e01a7717d962eb1ad74388b6ebe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Heiress's Cold Revenge
The sterile hospital walls closed in on me, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a cruel reminder of the life I' d just lost. My late-term miscarriage had torn a gaping hole in my world. Reaching for my phone, I desperately needed to hear my husband Matthew' s voice. But then I saw it: Matthew' s new Instagram post. A tiny, perfect footprint, emblazoned with the caption, "Welcome to the world, little angel. Dad will always protect you." My world shattered anew. When I finally reached him, he was impatient, dismissive, and with Maria-his former intern-and their newborn, in the same hospital. He told me to "be strong," then commanded, "Don't let the one that's gone compete for attention with the one that's here." His words echoed, a cruel, mocking testament to my desolation. My own parents, his parents, and our entire social circle pressured me to accept his twisted lie – that it was just IVF, a "life debt." The final straw came at a lavish party meant to celebrate his new "family." His mistress, Maria, gloated, admitting their baby was conceived "the old-fashioned way" during a drunken company retreat. Then, she screamed, faking a scare, and Matthew slapped me across the face in front of everyone. In that moment, the grief, the pain, the confusion vanished. Only ice remained. I walked out of that house, his signature on divorce papers in hand, and called Ethan Scott, my childhood friend and Matthew' s biggest rival. "Marry me," I said, "I'll give you controlling shares of Jenkins Construction. All I want is for you to help me ruin Matthew Roberts."/0/84827/coverorgin.jpg?v=07b31da3de602776e883e4df2b3a8486&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Life She Hid
My six-year marriage to Sarah was supposed to be a picture of perfect bliss. We were planning an anniversary trip, discussing a future with children, a life built on solid ground. Then, a child' s drawing hidden in her car, labeled "Mommy," shattered my world. It depicted a woman with my wife's long brown hair, and two children named Leo and Mia. Children we didn't have. The whispers I overheard later-Sarah and her mother, talking about "five years" of deceit, a man named David, and those kids-confirmed my worst fears. My beloved wife had a whole other life, a secret family I was unwittingly funding. The "business trips," the late nights, the unexplained cash withdrawals… it all clicked into place, painting me as the delusional fool. The man I thought I was, the life I believed in, crumbled into ash. How could I have been so blind, so utterly duped by the woman I adored? How could someone I trusted completely orchestrate such a monstrous lie? Every cherished memory turned into a new, agonizing layer of betrayal. With nothing left but a cold, burning rage and a profound sense of injustice, I decided: Ethan Patterson had to die. But not in reality. I would disappear, erase myself, and leave her to face the wreckage of the life she had so meticulously built on my unsuspecting heart./0/85476/coverorgin.jpg?v=487923986446c1223b5586b44b43a48c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadowed By Her, Now Free
For seven years, I lived in Chloe Adams' s shadow, the architect of her fame, ghostwriting her witty captions and composing jingles, content to be the loyal friend. Then, at her engagement party, Chloe announced her new brand deal, her arm linked with reality TV star Brody Hayes. "It' s time for you to find your own spotlight, you know? Away from me." Her casual dismissal, meant to be a gentle nudge, landed like a physical blow, firing me from her life. Everyone in the room watched, waiting for me to nod, to accept my role as Chloe' s devoted groupie. But something inside me snapped. "No," I said, the word cutting through the celebratory hum like glass. Chloe' s perfect smile faltered. "I' m just done. Done writing your posts, done composing your jingles, done being your shadow." Her face blotched red, the gracious influencer replaced by a furious toddler. "You can' t be 'done' !" she hissed. "I' m not done with you!" I thought I was finally free, but her fury escalated. She shoved me, then roared, "Your parents gave me a key years ago, remember? What' s yours is mine." I rushed home to find my sanctuary invaded, my studio defiled. A stranger strummed my grandfather' s prized vintage Martin guitar, another giggled, scrolling through my private files. Rage burned through me. As I called 911, Brody snatched my phone and smashed it. "He thinks he' s so much better than us just because his parents have money," Brody declared, manipulating the crowd. Chloe' s eyes blazed. I felt a sharp sting as she slapped me, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. Helpless, I watched as she grabbed a bottle of sticky red liqueur and upended it over my head. Laughter and jeers erupted, phones flashing, recording my humiliation. Then, I saw it: Brody wore my mother' s hand-carved wooden bird necklace, a sacred link to her memory. "Chloe gave it to me. Said it was just some trinket she found lying around. A good luck charm." "It' s a cheap piece of wood. Stop making a scene over nothing. You' re embarrassing yourself." My mother' s last gift, the most precious thing I owned, dismissed as "nothing." A raw, desperate cry escaped me. "That was my mother' s. It was a gift from my dead mother!" Her face went dead white. "You shut your mouth!" she shrieked, striking my head. Brody whispered to Chloe, eyes on my open laptop. "His laptop is still on. The application portal is still open." My college applications. My future. "NO!" I screamed, struggling against the men holding me. "Don' t you touch that!" But I was forced to watch as Chloe, with a cruel smile, clicked, erasing my Yale application, my entire dream. "This is Yale," she snarled, holding up my laptop before letting it smash to the floor. A piece of the broken screen sliced my cheek, the warm trickle of blood a final punctuation. "The application deadline is in fifteen minutes," Brody chimed. "Tough luck, man." Hope died. "Lock him in the basement until morning." The basement. My deepest, primal fear. "Chloe, no. Please. Not the basement. Do anything else. Please!" I begged, dignity gone. But Brody' s whisper sealed my fate: "He' ll ruin everything." Chloe' s eyes hardened to stone. "Do it." They dragged me, struggling, pleading, towards the yawning black maw. I tumbled down the creaking stairs, landing on the cold, damp concrete. The door slammed shut above me. The click of the lock echoed in the suffocating darkness. I woke in a hospital bed, Maria, our housekeeper, explaining she' d found me. My parents burst in, back from Paris. "I' m so sorry we let this happen. We brought a monster into our home. Into your life." "It' s okay, Dad. She didn' t ruin anything." "I got my acceptance letter from Juilliard two months ago. A full scholarship." The only thing Chloe destroyed last night was the last bit of affection I had for her. Thousands of miles away, Chloe' s card was declined. She tried to call me. Voicemail. She tried again. Voicemail. She swore I was playing games. Meanwhile, at Juilliard, I stood on stage. "You are the protagonist of your own life. Don' t ever let anyone else hold the pen." Chloe Adams, abandoned and broke, would keep waiting for me to come crawling back./0/19613/coverorgin.jpg?v=5797aeaac49080a3e3928ee4682d88d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
S**y Ass Detective and Me
I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes..../0/67956/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d7d82ab6de7a3b6ba129c5a45e867b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Heartbeat
When struggling artist Ava Harper accidentally collides with billionaire tech mogul Damian Cross on a rainy New York morning, their worlds couldn't seem further apart. Ava's life revolves around her passion for art, scraping by to make ends meet, while Damian is a cold, calculated visionary at the helm of a global empire. But their chance meeting sparks an unexpected connection that neither of them can ignore. Intrigued by Ava's talent and sincerity, Damian offers her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to design a centerpiece for his new philanthropic project, a state-of-the-art art and tech hub meant to inspire creativity. Despite their stark differences, the two are drawn to each other, unraveling the guarded secrets behind Damian's stoic exterior and Ava's quiet resilience. As their partnership blossoms, Ava begins to see the man behind the billion dollar empire one shaped by loss, ambition, and a hidden vulnerability. Meanwhile, Damian finds himself captivated by Ava's raw authenticity, something money and power could never buy. But as their personal and professional worlds intertwine, they face mounting challenges: public scrutiny, rivalries that threaten Damians empire, and Avas fears of losing herself in his powerful orbit. Together, they must navigate the delicate balance between ambition, love, and the courage to take a leap of faith. In The Billionaire's Heartbeat, passion collides with purpose, and two souls from different worlds discover that sometimes the heart beats louder than anything money can buy./0/74445/coverorgin.jpg?v=908b030eed3c186b3e8521051fd61e36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CONCUSSION LOVE
Karie is from a poor family and struggling to make ends meet. As she crosses paths with Tyler Dalton, a handsome and wealthy man who makes her an offer she never expected to marry him, and she'll be free from her troubles. Tyler Dalton is the charming son of a wealthy family, admired by everyone in town. But there's a catch, his parents insist he marry before his next birthday, or face serious consequences. When he meets karie, he decides she's the perfect solution to his problem. Karie is torn. She's never imagined marrying a stranger, but could this be her chance for a better life? And what about the life of luxury and expectations that come with being Tyler's wife? Will she say yes to a marriage of convenience, or will she walk away from a chance at true love and a new future? Find out in this captivating story of love, power, and unexpected choices! Grab your popcorn and dive into a romance that will keep you guessing./0/58547/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd6ba03ef942ec6c5d0f2917b76421b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Secret Bride
When 25-year-old Sophia Thompson, a brilliant and ambitious marketing executive, is suddenly thrust into a whirlwind marriage with the enigmatic and ruthless CEO, 40-year-old Julian Blackwood, she finds herself trapped in a web of secrets and lies. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of Blackwood Industries, Sophia must confront the dark mysteries of Julian's past, all while keeping her secrets hidden from her new husband. But as the stakes grow higher, Sophia begins to realize that her marriage is not just a business arrangement, but a deadly game of cat and mouse. Will she be able to uncover the truth behind Julian's motives, or will she become the next pawn in his game of power and control?/0/80934/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb9950d6dfb28cf230d68019caa7738e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to a Lie
My parents were murdered, our family bakery destroyed, and my fiancé walked out. That’s when Detective David Carter, his brother, swooped in like a hero. He promised justice and protection, then proposed. Five years later, I was pregnant, building a new life with him, certain I was finally safe. But that safety shattered one night. I overheard David’s hushed confession: he was obsessively in love with Veronica Hayes—my parents’ killer. He’d married *me* to protect *her*, to keep me quiet, a mere pawn in his twisted game. My entire life, even our unborn child, was a monstrous lie designed to shield a murderer. The betrayal burned deeper than any wound. At his family’s dinner, Veronica brazenly confessed to the killings, taunting me with a chilling detail. I slapped her in a desperate rage. My husband, David, violently shoved *me* aside, his fury reserved for me, not her. I fell, the pain unbearable, losing our baby in a bloody haze. His family cast me out like trash. Abandoned, violated, and gutted by grief, I was just another casualty in his sick obsession across two families. How could the man who promised to protect me be the architect of my deepest agony? How could his love for another destroy everything, even his own child? With nothing left to lose, I engineered my own disappearance, vanished, and then strategically unleashed every piece of evidence hidden by my supposed savior. The truth, now exposed, would finally bury them all./0/84179/coverorgin.jpg?v=3607a7fddffb0688d0aa7a11b66aaecf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Victim to Victor: My Wedding Day
My phone buzzed on a greasy workbench, a picture lighting up the screen: Jenny, my fiancée, on her "find herself" trip, wrapped not in a sleeping bag alone, but entwined with another man, Caleb, his smug face half-hidden in her hair. My world, built for five years, shattered instantly. I tried to break it off, blocking her number, but she showed up at my apartment, furious about the canceled wedding, Caleb smirking behind her. Then, hours later, a call from the hospital: Jenny, admitted for "emotional distress," listing me as her emergency contact. My parents, her mother, Caleb – they all ambushed me, shaming me for "breaking her heart over a misunderstanding." Caleb, with a straight face, swore it was innocent. Trapped, exhausted, I gave in, letting them all win. But the moment I found Caleb in my apartment, wearing my shirt, with Jenny spinning a flimsy tale about a clogged drain, I knew. They thought I was stupid, that I' d swallow their blatant lies. The ache in my chest vanished, replaced by a cold, hard certainty. I was done being the victim. This wasn't just over; it was going to end on my terms. I picked up my phone, dialing a number I' d carefully acquired. I needed everything: photos, videos, timestamps. The wedding was in two weeks. And I was going to use every single minute./0/84828/coverorgin.jpg?v=317f42384ab0bcbca557703b46b19ae1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce That Freed Me
The grand Thorne Estate gala, meant to celebrate my husband Richard' s legacy, became my public execution. He arrived late, not with apologies, but with his mistress, Chloe, and their son, Leo, brazenly announcing them as his new family-his "firstborn son." As whispers turned to a dizzying cacophony, his mother, the matriarch, hissed warnings to me not to "make a scene." My dignity was shattered, my son Liam clutched my hand in fright, and then, the world went black. Waking in a sterile medical suite, the matriarch' s venomous hiss, "Do you have any idea the scene you caused? You have embarrassed this family, Ava," made it perfectly clear: my humiliation was the real scandal. Richard, meanwhile, knelt dotingly over Leo, openly displaying the affection he never showed our legitimate son. When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain: "It changes nothing for you." My heart, a vessel already shattered, broke again as he, his mother, and his conniving mistress conspired to force me into acceptance, threatening my very position. "You will remain the official Mrs. Thorne, but you will accept Chloe and Leo. It' s not a request." Was I simply to be a gatekeeper for his affairs, to raise my son alongside a bastard and pretend we were one big, happy family? The sheer audacity, the cold calculation, the utter disregard for my existence – it was a profound, chilling despair. But when Richard dared to slap me-not for anger or jealousy, but for protecting his cruel son' s "innocent" lie-a cold, hard clarity washed over me. I looked him dead in the eye, and told him, "It' s over." And then, I filed for divorce./0/83206/coverorgin.jpg?v=89b0aee421c1145d0a91032019fd14ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
