Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/0/30428/coverorgin.jpg?v=7655d7a64b76ee91294c39574bf7b3e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mistake
Aria and Gina are best friends. Aria's sister Joyce had gone missing for a long time. They had left no stone unturned to find her, but all in vain. In an unusual encounter, a business tycoon, Nelson Charles, falls in love with Aria. Meanwhile Gina approaches Jo Carter, who is a friend of Nelson, to help find her friend's sister and in the process falls for his charms. What happens when the friends finds out that the people they love are the ones behind their mystery?/0/19321/coverorgin.jpg?v=34c79ca0a4511787be8a871ee8b16759&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twisting Destiny
After dying in a tragic accident, Rhianne found herself transmigrated in a novel world as a character. To her much disappointment, she became the character who has a tragic fate in the end just because she falls in love with the wrong person. To avoid her tragic fate in the novel, she decided not to do all the stupid things the original character did in the novel. Instead, Rhianne decided to fulfill the dreams she didn't accomplish in her past life. But the novel doesn't want to let her off easily. Instead, all the people she wanted to avoid were now approaching her one by one. Even if she decided to change her fate, how can Rhianne avoid her tragic ending?/0/18226/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcbeca197f68f4fbd94a63a5bdf98422&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Born to be a slave.
"See, she is totally disobedient. You are gonna regret, if you take her." his old man said again. He didn't answer him. He bent down, little bit closer to me and pulled some strands of my hair away, to get a better look at me. My eyes were shut tight. Please, not me, not me. I was chanting in my head. He curved his smooth fingers around my chin and pulled it lightly, in attempt to make face him. As I did not, he took a stronger hold of it and forcefully made me finally look at him. "I said, look at me!" his voice was more threatening than before. I opened my blue, teary eyes and finally looked at the boy, who was bugging me./0/86589/coverorgin.jpg?v=af1097309a2d054901566df39856dd01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Cast Aside
The two pink lines on the pregnancy test glowed back at me, a beacon of hope after two years of trying. My first thought was David, my husband, away at a tech conference. This was everything we wanted for our future. But when I video-called him, eager to share the joyous news, it wasn't his face that filled the screen. I heard his voice, cold and dismissive, telling someone, "I' ll tell her I want a divorce tomorrow." Then came the husky, triumphant voice of Emily White, his head of marketing: "You promise, David? You' ll leave her for me?" My phone slipped from my trembling hand as he promised Emily, "Tomorrow, it' ll be over. Then it' s just you and me. And our baby." The words "Divorce" and "Our baby" echoed in the silent bathroom, each a cruel twist of the knife. I stood there, stunned, the positive pregnancy test in my hand a mockery of my shattered reality. Returning home, I found David and Emily in our bed, in our perfect suburban home. Not only was he unapologetic, but he also physically shoved me, then stood there, naked and defiant, declaring our marriage over. When I, shaking, revealed my pregnancy, he snatched the test, snarled, "It doesn' t matter. I don' t want it. I don' t want you," and snapped the test in two, throwing the broken pieces at my feet. How could the man who promised me the world, the man I poured my life into, become this cruel stranger? How could he deny his own child, especially after knowing my struggles to conceive? The betrayal was compounded when I discovered, through a chilling message, that he had been with Emily, celebrating their "first big deal," on the day of my father' s funeral. The man I loved had desecrated my deepest grief. Now, a cold, hard resolve clicked into place. He would pay for every lie, every betrayal, every tear./0/38250/coverorgin.jpg?v=7eda624b9b39bd864776d51a44c7c827&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Make a Career
Eva Everett has spent five years in the entertainment industry while she is still an unknown little star. Every day, she dedicates herself to her work and makes money in order to pay back the debt her father owed. Her life is neither good nor bad. Matt Koch is the richest man in Phenix City. In one business meeting, he was schemed by his competitor and ran into Eva. At first, he thought Eva was arranged by his competitor, so he used Eva as his pawn to fight back. However, he finds himself misunderstand Eva later. And at the same time, he falls in love with Eva during getting along with Eva. How should he face Eva, the woman he has been using?/0/80488/coverorgin.jpg?v=1cc7ded89c8a75981afc0f8b81d84219&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Governess's Million-Dollar Mission
My brother Leo's medical bills were a crushing weight, pulling us both into a financial black hole. Then, a lifeline: a contract, presented by a lawyer with a voice dry as old parchment. My mission for the next year: transform the Kincaid children, Oliver and Chloe, into "presentable" figures for their prestigious annual gala. The payment was astronomical, the only hope I had to save Leo. I signed, ready to become the stern governess, Sarah Hayes. Stepping into the marble-floored entryway of the Long Island mansion, I faced two miniature tyrants. Oliver, thirteen, oozed practiced apathy, while Chloe, ten, clutched a tablet displaying designer logos. "Another one? How long you gonna last, lady?" Oliver sneered, followed by Chloe's contemptuous, "Do you even know who I am?" Their father, perpetually attached to his phone, was nowhere to be found, leaving me to face their immediate, blatant rebellion alone. My first command was simple: hand over the skateboard and the tablet. This unleashed an explosion of outrage. "This is child abuse!" Oliver shrieked, threatening to call his wealthy, absent father. Chloe's wail was operatic, as if I’d declared her streaks and followers dead. The contract had warned of testing, but the sheer entitlement was a shock, making every small step feel like a war. How was I supposed to achieve "significant improvement" when their every instinct was to resist and undermine me? The Kincaid money, critical for Leo's surgery and recovery, felt like a constant mockery against their spoiled lives. The weight of my brother's future pressed down, reminding me that I absolutely could not fail, no matter how impossible the task seemed. My quiet thought, "Managing these two? How hard can it be?" now echoed like the most foolish words ever spoken. I held out my hand, unflinching, for the skateboard and tablet. Their resistance was part of the job description, a challenge I had to overcome for Leo. This was my new regime, unyielding, strict, and it had just begun. My personal philosophy was simple: family first./1/101607/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8b7f1a65577215b0fe3b6e898b4a957&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Left For Dead
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. On our fifth anniversary, I lay dying on the bathroom floor while my husband ignored my calls to celebrate with his "best friend." When my neighbor finally rushed me to the ER for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, my husband arrived hours later, annoyed that I' d ruined his night. But the real betrayal came when he forced me to drink tequila days after surgery, watching me bleed out just to please his mistress. At Elsa's launch party, Gideon snatched the shot glass and shoved the alcohol down my throat, mocking my pain as "drama." As a fresh pool of crimson soaked my dress, he didn't call 911. He turned to comfort Elsa, who was "shaken" by the scene. I survived only because of Alva, the reclusive billionaire next door, who shielded my dignity with his jacket while my husband stepped over me. Recovering in Alva' s care, I discovered the "award-winning" designs Gideon had gifted Elsa were actually mine-stolen from my college archives years ago. They thought I was the fragile, obedient wife who would die quietly in the background. They were wrong. I wiped the blood from my legs, accepted Alva's offer, and prepared to burn their stolen empire to the ground./0/93003/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb1b4c7121d643793bc9db2ddd1343ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Ghostly Promise
My husband, Darius Madden, and I were the tech world's perfect couple. He was the charismatic CEO of the empire we built together, and I was the reclusive genius, the unseen force behind our success. Our love story was a PR masterpiece everyone adored. Then I discovered the truth was a far uglier thing. He wasn't just having an affair with a model and influencer with millions of followers named Kaylee. The perfect partnership was a lie. While he held my hand on a Ferris wheel, he was simultaneously on his other phone, scrolling through Kaylee's latest Facebook post. I saw him authorize a massive public donation in her name, then post a comment for thousands to see: "Of course I love Kaylee more." The final blow came as a text from an unknown number. It was a photo of a sonogram report. Kaylee was pregnant with his child. A vow I made to him years ago, one he had laughed off, echoed in my mind like a prophecy. "I will never tolerate betrayal. If you ever cheat on me, I will disappear from your life forever. You will never find me." So I made a call. I activated a protocol to permanently erase my identity, to become a ghost. For our anniversary, I left him a beautifully wrapped gift box. Inside were the signed divorce papers. This time, I was keeping my promise./0/18539/coverorgin.jpg?v=d06a50eeadb322c2c4f38da1f7357999&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen Of Racing: Rebirth And Revenge
On a spring morning, she opened her eyes to a different world. A world that looked familiar, yet eerily strange. Wendy woke up as a child again! By a stroke of mysticism, her life had started all over again. But her destiny was fixed. She grew up to become the queen of racing again. This time around...the first thing she did was swear to find out the conspirators who put her life in danger and protect her mother from danger./0/86902/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc8b2c21124f2bd3dbb8914546a95490&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Cruel Lie
The rain lashed against my window as I found my mother unconscious on the living room floor. With no emergency services available, I desperately called my girlfriend, Chloe, our seven-year relationship my only hope. She promised to come, her distant voice and background music hinting at something I couldn' t grasp in my panic. That night, I ran through the storm, carrying the painting my deceased father made, to get help. But it was too late. My mother was gone. Days later, her casual text, claiming an "urgent business trip," twisted in my gut. Driven by a sickening feeling, I checked her social media. A photo from Ryan Stone, her ex, showed her in my old apartment, cooking for him, on the very night my mother died. The music on our call, her distracted tone-it all clicked. I was not just heartbroken; I was enraged. Seven years of my life, my sacrifices, my dreams-all a lie. I had put my passion for photography aside for her, taken a soul-crushing office job, paid for everything, only to be a placeholder for her real life with another man. The shock of her betrayal, the depth of her callousness, solidified my resolve. This wasn' t just about a broken heart; it was about claiming back my life. I gathered her things, a toxic burden I was finally ready to discard./0/79706/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fcdb2742e7d162b59067f178138a694&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead
I was Elara Vance, a Juilliard violinist living my dream, with a scholarship and the loving support of my charming boyfriend, Julian Thorne. When he urgently needed my O-negative blood after a supposed sailing accident, I rushed to give it, only to find him perfectly healthy days later, laughing with friends, my half-empty blood bag casually discarded. My "loving Julian" was a monster, boasting about his "masterpieces of revenge" – a cold, cruel game he orchestrated for his jealous friend Seraphina. He'd sabotaged my career, fed me sugar pills after a staged pool accident, framed me for shoplifting, and even publicly humiliated me while declaring his love for another woman. Then, I overheard his final plan: to set fire to my guesthouse during our "romantic getaway", trapping me in his apartment like a prisoner. His every affectionate word, every grand gesture, was a lie designed to break me, turning my love into a searing humiliation and soul-deep betrayal. But I wouldn't be his victim. I fabricated my own fiery demise and escaped to London, reinventing myself as "Nightingale," a celebrated violinist. When Julian, consumed by a disturbing obsession, dragged me back to New York, announcing our forced marriage, I knew the lavish wedding would be the perfect stage for my ultimate counterattack./0/47480/coverorgin.jpg?v=53146025ba116509e89642bff8401fea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Laws of Attraction
In the cutthroat world of law, Amelia's journey to success was already an uphill battle. But when love enters the courtroom, a fierce rivalry emerges. Between the affections of the firm's enigmatic owner, Charles, and his ambitious son, Ethan, Amelia finds herself at the center of a legal and emotional tug-of-war. As passions collide and secrets unravel, it becomes a battle not only for her heart but for her life and the life of her unborn child. 'Laws of Attraction' is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, where the pursuit of justice and the bonds of family are put to the ultimate test. Will love conquer all, or will the courtroom drama turn into a tragedy?"/0/78611/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c9bb11bf6523fca86c330516b20541a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crossed: Chasing Back the Unwanted Wife
He shattered her heart with one accusation. Now she's the woman he'll do anything to win back. Juliette Hart thought she found her happy ending with billionaire Nolan Cross-until he publicly accused her of cheating at their wedding reception. Heartbroken and pregnant, Jules vanished from his world. But everything changes when Nolan discovers the truth years later. Now, as past betrayals resurface and buried secrets unravel, Nolan will stop at nothing to reclaim the woman he lost. But Jules isn't the same broken girl anymore-and she'll do whatever it takes to keep herself and her son away from him... even if it means taking a few risks. When love and revenge collide, will forgiveness be their salvation-or their ruin?/0/81114/coverorgin.jpg?v=32ce40c7a36660d6abdbcec067e5d162&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Savior
For years, I've endured my ex-fiancé Ethan's cruel abuse, forced into servitude for him and his wife, Chloe. This was my only leverage to secure the life-saving treatment for my little brother, Leo, who battled a rare and fatal illness. But then, Chloe maliciously fabricated evidence, framing me for the mysterious disappearance of Ethan's sister, Olivia, years ago. In a vindictive act of 'justice,' Ethan canceled Leo's experimental therapy, condemning him to an agonizing, preventable death. Leo died in my arms, and with his last breath, my own life began a horrifying countdown; a hidden family curse decreed I had just seven days to live after his passing. Blinded by vengeance, Ethan not only denied me a proper goodbye but seized Leo's body, treating his remains as cold, scientific property. Every moment was a fresh, unbearable humiliation, solidifying his mistaken belief in my guilt and his escalating torment. How could he be so utterly blind, so heartlessly cruel, when he didn't even know the profound truths connecting us? He had no idea about the inexplicable, fatal co-dependency I shared with Leo, nor that years ago, I was his anonymous bone marrow donor, literally saving his life during his own critical illness. Just as all hope faded, and I lay dying, imprisoned in a dark, cold cellar, a ghost from the past miraculously reappeared: Olivia. She's alive, and now, she's ready to finally expose the horrifying truth about Chloe's criminal family, the real murderers of our parents, and Chloe's intricate web of manipulative lies that have shattered my life and threaten to end it./0/22763/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8320bd5ccd5281448673788f833fedb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNWANTED UGLY WIFE
#mutual contain 🔞 18+only "You should go to the other room" he said She looked at him in shock its their first night. He was nervous and open his mouth to say something. After a while, he said, "your father makes a deal with me that if I marry you he will give me half of his property. My company is in loss and I don't want to marry you because I am not interested in you, you are not my type.I feel disturbed when you are around me!" It is all he said to her. She got up from bed and a hot tear escape from the eye, and she left his room. She did not say a word to him. *************************** Roya knight-she is good. Age=22 educated and shy in nature. She is rich,, but she is also black. She never wears something so revealing. Simple and always smile. And she is tall, slim, perfect body, and her eyes is most attractive. She has every good thing, but the only lack of personality is her color. Johnson Robin — He is handsome. Every girl dream about him. He has well-built body. He has blue eyes and white men. Not only that, but he is men of his word. Age=27. He run huge business, and he has so many girlfriends. Content and /or trigger warning :This story contains mature sexual content. Strong language ahead, adult jokes also. Which may trigger for some readers. You have been warned ⚠/0/83930/coverorgin.jpg?v=593319362dc2cc7c7fda8f8fed69bb54&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years Old, Billionaire Bound
I was five years old when my dad traded me to a dying billionaire. He called me his lucky charm, a living prophecy, and in return, I got a mansion, a trust fund, and a fancy title: "Madam Chair" of a multi-billion-dollar foundation. I grew up navigating the opulent halls, an outsider in a gilded cage. My only real connection was with Ms. Chadwick, the formidable chief of staff, and the quiet, observant Wesley. But my twisted stepsister, Jennifer, refused to let my past stay in the past. She, along with my opportunistic father, saw my position as their ticket into the Blakely empire. They relentlessly schemed, first trying to marry Jennifer off to the heir, Caleb, then, when that failed, she orchestrated a horrifying corporate sabotage. She framed Caleb, leading to scandalous accusations and the collapse of a crucial merger. Then came the news: Caleb's fiancée, Victoria, was dead, killed in a suspicious car accident. I knew in my gut Jennifer was behind it, her ruthlessness finally escalating to murder. The Blakelys were in chaos, desperate to cover up the scandal, so they gave Jennifer a high-profile role, silencing her with money and status. They bought her silence, but they ignited my fury. This wasn't just about family feuds anymore; it was about justice and survival. I, the quiet girl dismissed as a symbolic chairwoman, decided to wield the foundation's immense power like a sword. It was time to expose every lie, every betrayal, and tear down the very people who thought they could control my destiny./0/86746/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a955d1087868d84eb2fc5544fe41d9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, A Twisted Play
"Ava, are you sure about this? The Venice project is a huge commitment. Two years is a long time." My boss asked, as I looked out my office window at the New York skyline, a view I'd worked my whole life to earn. "I'm sure, Mark. I've made up my mind." That's when he casually asked if my wedding to Ethan Hayes was on hold. "No," I said, "There is no wedding." The truth was, my fingers, slick with blood, were fumbling to open Ethan's laptop, hoping to find answers. Instead, I found a folder labeled "C," filled with thousands of photos of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart. There wasn't a single folder for me. I searched for photos of us and found a mere handful from a company party two years ago. For eight years, I'd made excuses for him, believing his charming lies. The excuses I'd built, the little walls around my heart, all came crashing down. That wasn't the worst of it. On his social media, Ethan had just posted: "The whale is back in the ocean." Chloe was his Moby Dick, his obsessive pursuit, and she was back. He had used our engagement, our wedding, to win her back. I was a prop in his twisted play. Then, Mark, Ethan's best friend, called, saying Ethan was a mess at The Black Rose. And Chloe was there. I arrived to see Ethan with his arm draped around Chloe, whispering in her ear. "She's not my fiancée!" he slurred, "I'm not marrying anyone." He never really wanted to claim me. I was just a placeholder until the real thing came along. He didn't love me. He never had. My eight-year gamble had failed. I had put all my chips on him, and I had lost everything. The relationship was over. It had been over for a long time; I was just the last one to know. I cancelled the wedding and flew to Venice. But he followed, a ghost from my past, still trying to control me. He even lied, claiming Chloe was faking her illnesses for attention. Then, in a car crash, I fumbled for my phone, desperate for help, and called him. My call went straight to voicemail. I survived, but he wasn't there. When he finally showed up, he apologized, claiming Chloe had a panic attack. "Chloe. Always Chloe." I realized I had made a terrible mistake, relying on him. "We're over, Ethan," I whispered, "This has to stop." I had to put an end to it, once and for all./0/82053/coverorgin.jpg?v=0bf6baa31ed18f0aa23bfcc733b4c028&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Your Stolen Dreams, My Rebuilt Empire
I never thought I'd see David Miller again. For seven years, I' d been the ghost of Ash Carter, the once-promising architecture student whose dreams he' d stolen, whose career he' d sabotaged. Now, a single mom doing freelance drafting to pay the bills, I found myself in a children's museum, comforting my son Leo after a scraped knee. Then, his voice. Theatrically loud, cutting through the din. David, impeccably suited, with a preppy assistant clinging to his arm. He spotted me, his eyes lighting up with a sickening, triumphant gleam. Before a crowd of strangers and his colleagues, he pulled out our old university portfolio, the very project he' d claimed as his own. He draped himself in false sorrow, claiming he' d "never stopped thinking about what we had," implying Leo was his son. He gestured at my comfortable but simple jeans, offering to "help me get back on my feet." His colleagues watched, pitying him, scorning me as the woman who' d let a genius slip away. My past, his crime, was put on public display, twisted into a narrative of my failure and his magnanimity. A cold calm settled over me. How could he be this brazen? This utterly devoid of shame? He truly believed I was still pining for him, still broken by his betrayal. My heart ached for the injustice, for the years he' d condemned me to anonymity. But then, I lifted my hand. The art-deco sapphire ring glinted under the museum lights. "And I'm married," I stated, my voice clear and firm. His confidence wavered, but only for a second. "Ridiculous! Who would marry you?" he sneered. Just as his pitying gaze returned, a quiet voice cut through: "Is there a problem here, Ash?" My husband, Michael Vance, stepped forward, and David' s world began to unravel./0/68756/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Held by the Past
"Some loves are eternal, some secrets are deadly." When Elena returns to her small hometown to settle her late mother's affairs, she is thrust into the orbit of Adrian, the enigmatic heir to the estate her family once served. Their connection is instant yet fraught with tension, as the shadows of their families' shared history threaten to tear them apart. Bound by an undeniable passion yet separated by a web of lies, betrayal, and an ancient curse, Elena and Adrian must navigate forbidden love while uncovering truths that could destroy them both. In a world where the past holds the key to the future, will love triumph over fate, or will history repeat its tragic cycle?/0/89875/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e1fc56308a6cf7e621d12260e344ba8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
