Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood
When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy. The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood. One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly. One night. One opportunity. The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image, But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's. In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay. Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations. All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him. Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his. When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard. But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?/1/126640/coverorgin.jpg?v=715de3a2fb0334d31e93fff8ff12c6c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BILLIONAIRE WHO REJECTED HIS LUNA
Five years ago, Adrian Sterling broke my heart in front of an entire pack. He looked into my eyes-the eyes of the woman destined to be his Luna-and said the words that shattered our bond. "I reject you as my mate." So I disappeared. I didn't die. I didn't beg. I became someone he could never reach. Now I'm back. I'm no longer the insignificant girl he rejected. I'm the sole heir to an empire powerful enough to bring his billion-dollar kingdom to its knees. And I have a secret he can never discover. A four-year-old boy with his eyes. When Adrian sees me again, he wants answers. He wants to know where I've been. Who I've become. And most importantly... who the little boy is. But he isn't the only one with secrets. Someone has been waiting for my return. Someone who knows the truth about my bloodline. Someone who will kill to keep Adrian and me apart. Adrian thought rejecting me was the end of our story. He was wrong. It was only the beginning. Because this time, if he wants his Luna back, he'll have to fight for her. And I won't make it easy./0/44230/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7bc3bcff2a406ab881e1788d1d4565b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elusive Billionaire Seduction
I was shaking, shivering like a leaf in autumn as the cold water cascaded over me, I wanted to feel clean, I did, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed I wouldn't be. Tears gathered at my eyes and fell, mixing with the water. "I love you, Avery, and nothing can change that." Came the soft voice from behind me, the voice that always knew how to calm me, I could feel his solidness behind, the warmth radiating, seeping into my freezing body. His arms wrapped around me and I leaned back, he was gloriously bare and I could feel every inch of him press against me, it was haven. I didn't feel so scared anymore, I wasn't so alone, he was right beside me and his presence reassured me. I let the water pour down, washing away my tears and fears and.... "I want a divorce." I heard him whisper and my heart stopped./0/66617/coverorgin.jpg?v=89d3378726694b440f7bed9d0cb31b43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A One Night Stand With Damien Smith
Blaire hesitated, unaware of how much to reveal. " For spending time with me that night." Damien's expression shifted. " Are you a sex worker? I mean we only met that night, had sex while drunk and you seem okay with it. Are you here for the money? Well I should have thought about that too. I mean you know I'm Damien Smith." " No, How can you be so mean?" she said, disgusted by his attitude . " I didn't even know who you were until that morning." He nodded, his gaze rather cold. " But you took the money I dropped on the cupboard. For a moment I thought what I felt was real." "Look, whatever we had that night wasn't real, and you forced me into having an affair with you," he said, his voice cold and detached. The story is billionaire romance that revolves around two complex characters from very different worlds. Damien Smith, heir to a vast family fortune, is burdened by expectations and an emotionally unstable relationship with his fiancée, Gina. And Blaire,working a low-paying job at a coffee shop, is used to her difficult life enduring mistreatment and haunted by a troubled childhood. Their lives intertwine unexpectedly as they have a conversation and find solace and understanding in each other, despite the fact they were strangers to each other. They got drunk and ended up in each other's arms. He tries to deny the feelings he has for Blaire, as he ensures himself, she was only a desperate chick, who hovers around men for money. He meets her again at the bar, but this time around he was cold. The once lively emotions Blaire felt turned to agony, as Damien made it clear, it was only a one night stand./0/47799/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6082ba896ee0cafb1047f2e35625892&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sweetest Addiction
Samantha is a gorgeous and innocent woman, who has a long-time boyfriend, Liam. However, Liam suddenly broke her heart into pieces, which made her world collapse and miserable. She doesn't have any idea why Liam did this to her lover who once committed to her and changed into an indifferent and heartless one. But when their paths crossed again, he became addicted to her. The world of the two turned upside down. He became so possessive of her, that even a friend of Samantha who looked at her like a rare diamond, would make him jealous. To the point that he wants to bury all the men who even just steal a glance at Samantha. ******** "Don't be mistaken with me, what's mine is merely mine. I can do whatever I want. Whoever wants to steal my girl will undergo the scourge I bring." He grumbled./0/86733/coverorgin.jpg?v=0527c8a0806a5948ce3ad29fa75d1295&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Lost, Life Fading
Ava Jenkins stared at her reflection in the darkened bus window, a stranger looking back. Her fiery red hair and loud clothes screamed for attention, but inside, she carried a secret heavier than a brick: Idiopathic Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension. Her heart was failing, and there was no cure. She just needed to see him, Liam Hayes, her distant uncle, one last time. Her world shattered when his mother, Martha, slammed an engagement announcement into her chest: Liam was marrying Chloe, Martha's own daughter. The boy who had once comforted her with candy at her father' s funeral, who had been her sole source of light, was now lost to her-and worse, he didn't even remember her. Desperate, she confronted Liam, only to be met with cold disdain. He pushed her away, repeatedly, with cruel words, accusing her of being pathetic, attention-seeking, and a disgrace. Even when her beloved Grandma Rose lay dying due to Martha's greed, Liam, a renowned lawyer, chose to represent Martha in court, effectively sending Ava to prison, crushing her last shred of hope. Liam's constant rejection and disbelief-even when she told him she was dying-left her utterly bewildered. How could the person she loved most, the one who taught her kindness, become so full of hatred and indifference towards her? Why did he believe everyone else but her? Lying in a hospital bed, medically paroled and close to death, Ava made a final, heartbreaking decision: she would let Liam believe he had saved her out of guilt, giving him a clean conscience, and then slip away quietly, finally finding the peace he had always denied her./0/83813/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bfc1748e3618c59f2b90e5925aae174&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Secret Mistress to Sterling Queen
For five years, I, Scarlett King, abandoned my East Coast dynasty to be the secret mistress of tech mogul Julian Thorne, believing our intense, private connection was true love. Tonight, at a lavish charity gala, my heart pounded as Julian bid on my grandmother' s vintage Cartier watch, a public claim I secretly craved. But as the gavel fell, winning the priceless heirloom, Julian turned away from me, announcing his executive assistant, Brianna, as his fiancée and sliding my cherished family watch onto her wrist for the entire ballroom to witness. My world shattered under the weight of the roaring cheers, and Julian, with a devastating smirk, whispered only to me, "Don't look so sad, kitten. This changes nothing for us. My nights are still yours." He viewed me as a mere plaything, a dirty secret to be kept in a box, utterly betraying five years of unwavering loyalty and a twisted kind of love. Shortly after, a cold text banished me from "our" penthouse, giving me one hour before security escorted me out, my life with him reduced to an inventory for a storage unit. How could he so brutally discard five years of my life, my love, my trust, for a conventional wife and a public spectacle, acting as if my public humiliation was just a minor inconvenience to our "games"? How dared he imply I was just a disposable mistress, easily replaced and forgotten in his climb to conventional wealth? As his condescending shadow fell over me, I stood up, declared "We're done, Julian," and walked away, ready to build a new kingdom from the ashes of his betrayal./0/80893/coverorgin.jpg?v=88381ac753d9a01747fb1af983b6e96f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Luck Thief's Game
Chloe, a driven marketing exec in New York City, thought life was perfect until a stray Corgi brought her unimaginable luck, catapulting her career into the stratosphere. Then came Eleanor Vance, a formidable Manhattan socialite, who orchestrated Chloe's bizarre marriage to her unseen, notorious son, Ethan. The wedding was a blur, ending with a six-figure check and a chilling sense of dread. Days later, celebrating her new wealth with her colleague and roommate Jessica, Chloe’s world shattered when Jessica, fueled by a chilling smirk, violently shoved her off her apartment balcony. I hit the ground, the city lights spinning, but instead of death, I awoke bolt upright, back at the exact moment I first found the Corgi, my heart hammering with the terrifying memory of my murder. Jessica was there, her eyes flickering with cruel recognition, and she snatched the Corgi, claiming Chloe’s "luck" and almost immediately securing the K-Corp account I’d previously earned. Shock gave way to horror as I uncovered the truth: Eleanor Vance's comatose son, Ethan, was part of a terrifying ritual, his spirit needing to inhabit a child conceived by a "pure life essence" – a virgin whose life force would be drained. The Corgi was the conduit, and I, Chloe, was the original, unsuspecting target. Armed with the horrifying knowledge of what awaited me, knowing Jessica remembered too and was now walking into my former nightmare, I knew this wasn't just a second chance, but a desperate fight for survival against a monstrous, supernatural trap./0/75053/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3f7e91cb814a49bd552152bf7698df2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to Be Repayed, Not Loved
After being betrayed by her fiancé and stabbed in the back by her own family, Elora lost everything overnight. Her home, her trust, and her hopes-all shattered. Just when her life hit rock bottom, a mysterious man began appearing in the most unexpected moments to help her. His name-Kaelan Drake. Unbeknownst to Elora, the calm man who once offered her a ride during a heavy rainstorm was actually the CEO and owner of the company she worked for. But what shocked her even more was the morning he called her into his office. With a sharp gaze and a cold voice, Kaelan gave her an ultimatum she couldn't ignore: marry him that very day... or be fired from her job./0/85111/coverorgin.jpg?v=02e6abf3372d211c660952fbdee643b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Scars, His Final Stand
The rain hammered against my windowpane, a relentless drumbeat mirroring the dull throb in my abdomen-a constant reminder of the child I' d lost. My husband, Captain David Miller, was a celebrated hero on TV, his charismatic smile a stark contrast to the corroding rust of our marriage. Right there, beside him, was Chloe, my best friend, looking at him with adoration, her hand tucked in his arm. They didn' t know the real David, not like I did. The betrayal had been a slow, agonizing descent, a series of small, sharp cuts. Late nights, calls taken in hushed tones, excuses woven around Chloe' s supposed fragility. "She' s fragile, Scar," he' d say, "You' re strong. You understand." I tried to, but then he missed our anniversary for her panic attack, my doctor' s appointment for her broken-down car. Each time, a piece of my trust chipped away. The final, unforgivable act came when I lay bleeding on the floor, calling him in a choked whisper. "David, please. Something' s wrong. I' m… I' m bleeding." I heard Chloe' s tearful voice in the background, "David, don' t go. I need you." He hesitated. That cold, sharp hesitation twisted in my gut. He never came. I lost our baby alone in a sterile hospital room while he comforted her. He truly cared more about her feelings than our child. Months later, with my mother' s funeral underway, Chloe approached me again. "It' s like she had to go so my son could live," she whispered, claiming my dying mother was a necessary sacrifice for her child. My suppressed rage ignited. This woman, who had manipulated my husband, stolen my locket, and had a piece of my body donated to her, was now mocking my grief. "I want a divorce, David," I declared, the words cutting through the chaos. He tried to deny it, to plead, to promise. But his love was poison, and I was done. I walked away from the graveside, leaving behind the man who had destroyed everything. With the help of my father' s old friend, an opportunity for a new life, a new name, appeared. I didn' t look back as I dropped my wedding ring into a trash can at the airport. It made a small, tinny sound, the final note on a life I was leaving behind. As the city lights faded below, I felt a flicker of peace. My past was over. My future was waiting./0/21519/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff4708cfeec49db22f04b7914e429415&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Playing With Violet Ashlock
Playing With Violet Ashlock Austin Portwalt Crazy ambitious billionaire who loves making big deals. He loves money and wants more than what he has now. He loves his bachelor life and wants to continue it forever but too bad his parents set him an arrange marriage with Dubai's most successful businessman's daughter but he has no interest dating the half american half italian girl. So he decided to use someone else. Violet Ashlock Classy. Arrogant. Proper. Those 3 words describe her perfectly. One day, she met Austin Portwalt at her friend's party and hooked up a little bit. She likes him but he doesn't. She tried to take his attention but it never worked until he set his eyes on her suddenly without any warning. Dating her while making deals here and there./0/91600/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dbdfad252c83a2813aa3bb3d24aa65f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire and the Single Mom
Of course. Here is a blurb for the novel: **Elara Vance's escape was supposed to be the start of freedom. She fled her narcissistic ex with nothing but her four children and three plastic bags, determined to build a safe life away from his manipulation. Stranded in a rainy mountain town, her last hope is a job at a remote construction site.** **Julian Blackwood is a billionaire fortress of a man. A recluse who lives by cold logic and exacting order, he views the world as a series of problems to be solved. When a desperate woman with four young children interrupts his day, he sees another problem-one he can efficiently fix with a lucrative live-in job and a roof over their heads.** **Isolated in his gilded world, Elara finds safety but also the unsettling gaze of a man as complex as he is controlling. Julian finds his sterile existence upended by the chaos and warmth of a family he never knew he wanted. But as their carefully drawn lines begin to blur, the threat from Elara's past returns, forcing them to confront a terrifying question: Can a love built on rescue survive when freedom is the ultimate cost?** **A story of breathtaking romance and thrilling suspense, *The Billionaire's Refuge* is about finding the courage to trust again, and learning that the greatest wealth isn't in a bank account, but in a second chance at family.**/0/98089/coverorgin.jpg?v=88e0883dba76ae0e463c3947aa3cee58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Substitute Lover's Escape
I was the secret lover of billionaire Brooks Fields, a living substitute for the woman he truly loved, Candice. My rare heart condition, the very thing that made me fragile, was the only miracle that could save her. But one night, her jealousy turned deadly. She shoved me into the icy Hudson River, then staged her own fall, screaming for help. When the rescue crew yelled they could only save one of us from the churning water, Brooks didn't hesitate. "Her," he roared, pointing a shaking finger at Candice. "Get Candice first." He watched me go under, choosing to save the woman he adored while leaving me to die. The man who had once saved me from the streets had just condemned me to a watery grave without a second glance. But I survived. And as I recovered alone in a hospital, I finalized my plan. I would donate the unique tissue from my heart to save his precious Candice. In return, I would fake my own death and finally buy my freedom./0/66293/coverorgin.jpg?v=0023ed7ff36e8a25df2a3c7d3bde44c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend's Brother
"Crawl to me, Jo," his voice was a low, dangerous command. I crossed my arms, glaring at him, trying to ignore the pulse of my blood and the heat pooling between my legs. "Make me," I shot back. His smirk was the only warning I got. I knew I was in deep trouble. --- Joan Madison has always despised Aaron Thompson, her best friend's arrogant, insufferable brother. The feeling was mutual-until it wasn't. A vacation meant to be a getaway with her friend Rhoda takes a sharp turn when Joan finds herself tangled in a steamy, reckless encounter with the one man she swore she'd never want. What should've been a fleeting mistake becomes something far more dangerous as Aaron refuses to let her go-and his hunger for her only deepens. Jo's trapped between desire and defiance, but one thing is clear: this game they've started could burn them both./0/18599/coverorgin.jpg?v=863b50b49c42c08ec2bd4c84716f4dc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crisis Of Lust
Framed by her sister, Claire went into Chason’s room on her birthday and lost herself to him. However, the moment she figured out the truth, she realized that she had been living in a family of liars. When she thought nothing could possibly be any worse, she slipped and fell in front of the new president of her company. Only then did she find out that the man she had slept with that night had gotten her pregnant!/0/88680/coverorgin.jpg?v=94b4296085ed6dba143368aa61b4b8b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Cost of Love
For ten years, I gave up everything for my boyfriend, Damien. After a family scandal left him ostracized and broken, I worked two jobs to send him to a prestigious university, believing in the genius everyone else had abandoned. But the moment he became the tech innovator I always knew he could be, he fell for someone else—a wealthy, brilliant colleague named Carson Wall. Suddenly, I was an embarrassment. His new friends whispered about the "waitress" dragging him down. He started forgetting me, too. He forgot my birthday. He forgot my favorite food. During a fire alarm at a restaurant, he ran right past me to save her, leaving me to fall in the panicked crowd. I was the one who pulled him off a rooftop when he wanted to die. I sacrificed my own dreams so he could have his. I thought he loved me, but I was just a debt he felt obligated to repay. After he left me in that fire, I finally gave up. I booked a one-way ticket home, ready to disappear from his life. Then, I received a video from Carson—her tearful love confession to him. I took a deep breath, sent him one last message telling him we were over, and blocked his number forever./0/85760/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c9f3d3fc8bdfc4c021383f12ceba8e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Wife, Real Love
The video was only fifteen seconds long: a male burlesque dancer, all glitter and bravado, tearing off his pants. My finger slipped, and the screen flashed: Video sent to Liam. Panic seized me, cold and immediate. Liam, my workaholic, rarely-home, contract husband, recipient of my perfectly-crafted façade. I fumbled for my phone, desperately typing a lie: "Oh my god, Liam, you will not believe where Ashley dragged me tonight. I am so disgusted." His reply came instantly: "Okay." Just "Okay." No questions, no suspicion. He bought it. My easy escape was secure. But then, across the pulsing, chaotic nightclub, I saw him. Liam. He lifted his glass, his eyes dark and unwavering, a silent warning cutting through the noise. My perfect, distant husband, who was supposed to be a continent away, was here, watching me. He knew. The easy dance I had perfected–the detached, separate lives–was crumbling. The comfortable silence of our contract was shattered. "Having fun?" he drawled, a glint in his eyes I' d never seen before, cutting through my desperate lie. "I see your friend finally convinced you to enjoy the \'decadent\' lifestyle." He knew. He had known all along, and for some reason, he had played along. Why? I watched him approach, towering over everyone, and for the first time, I felt a knot of fear and something else entirely-a thrill-because this wasn't part of the contract. This was real. As I clung to his arm, playing the doting wife for his colleagues, every interaction felt charged with a new, unsettling current. This wasn't the escape I' d planned; it was something far more complicated. The man I married for freedom was suddenly making me feel trapped, yet strangely, incredibly seen. Who was Liam Patterson, really? And why did his silent scrutiny feel more intimate than any embrace?/0/69862/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c1f8604652094d8da0f3759e11778fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled( you can run from the past but can you escape it?)
: I don't understand, what do you mean I signed a marriage contract. I came here for a job not to be married to someone I haven't even met. Miss Trisha, the secretary said calmly just see this as a once in a lifetime opportunity. You are officially married to Mr Alexander O'Brien and according to the contract you signed if you refuse to acknowledge it or try to bridge the contract you would have to pay for damages and compensation. I knew this job was too good to be true, I thought to myself what have I gotten myself into? Dylan, you did what? How can you find me a wife under such deceit and what type of woman would want to marry someone she hasn't met before? I knew you were up to no good when you volunteered to personally handle the interview for my personal assistant but this is too much. Alex I did all of it because you were finding it difficult to get yourself a girlfriend and I want to see you happy, you look so lonely. Just meet her and if you don't like her was can destroy the contract. She is so simple, she looks so innocent but I know behind that innocent face is a gold digger and I know she came here with a motive and I'm going to find that out!/0/22168/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f9568fff0d2310fa5dcbd84e968e4a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bet Made Her Mine
A love triangle between a group of friends and an outcast fearless lady, whereby one loves another while the another love another. As a result of a accidental bet made by one of the group (G4) members, Alexander was determined to make Tara fall in love with him so that he can have her then dispose her. But what happens when the fearless Tara made the mafia son Alexander, to fall in love with her instead. Unfortunately for them, few members of the group are not happy about their relationship so Alexander and Tara ends up facing trolls that tends to break their relationship./0/86409/coverorgin.jpg?v=466a314c6b0f735ac068dca0f42ff627&imageMogr2/format/webp)
