Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Disowned at My Engagement, I Became The Tech Titan's Savior
At my own engagement party, I thought I was finally going to become Collin's wife and truly belong to the Beaumont family after being missing for ten years. But under the spotlight, Collin walked right past me. He knelt and slipped my million-dollar ruby ring onto my adopted sister Ivy's finger-just because she got a tiny scratch from a broken glass. My family didn't defend me. My mother dug her nails into my arm, calling me vicious. My three brothers surrounded Ivy protectively, demanding I apologize for embarrassing them. When I later exposed that Ivy had secretly hired thugs to abduct and beat me, my father roared in anger. He didn't believe a single word I said. Instead, he froze all my bank accounts and officially disowned me, caring only about the thirty percent company shares in my trust fund. I looked at the family I had spent years trying to please. They never loved me; they only loved the fake, manipulative daughter they raised while I was gone. My heart completely died. Penniless and cast out into the cold night, I walked into a diner and sat across from Damian Sterling, the dying titan of the tech world. I looked at the incurable poison spreading through his veins and smiled. "I am the only person alive who can save you," I said. "In exchange, you will be my sword to make the Beaumonts tremble."/0/91821/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa0b4c7143c857c7720bb8cc674f6790&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forbidden Flame
Elena Hayes never expected a single stolen night to shatter her carefully built walls. One glance across the glittering chaos of the Knights' Gala, and billionaire Adrian Knight unraveled her in ways no man ever had. Their connection was raw, undeniable and dangerous. But passion comes with a price. When Adrian's elegant wife, Cassandra, discovers his secret, she refuses to lose her husband without a fight. With the help of a charming manipulator, she sets a trap that could ruin Elena forever. Now, Adrian is torn between the loyalty to his family demands and the love that consumes him. Elena must decide whether to fight for a man who can never truly be hers or walk away with her heart in pieces. In a world of ruthless power, whispered betrayals, and forbidden desire, one truth remains: craving the billionaire's love might just destroy them all./0/60025/coverorgin.jpg?v=67c8484861172f44d3e1e8f6a3b1884a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Every Wild Needs Innocent
Noise and smoke greeted me when the bus door opened. That's it, I'm really here in Manila. I stepped off the bus. The heat of the sun immediately hit my fair skin. For sure, when I seek refuge in the wilderness, I will blush. Before crossing to the other side, I made sure no cars were passing by until I finally made it across. I was right. My skin immediately turned red because of the intense sunlight. "Sister, where is the jeep?" I asked the woman selling coolers. She turned her eyes to me when I spoke to her. "You see that mall?" she pointed. I followed her gaze. I nodded slowly. "Yes," I said politely. "Behind that mall, there are jeep parking lots." "Ahh, is that it? Thank you." I bought a cooler from her first, then set off. I was drinking the cooler I bought earlier while walking to the jeep parking lot. I just realized how big Manila is. If you're from the provinces, you'll have a hard time finding parking in Manila. I reached the jeep parking lot. I stood aside first and did not get in. I took my wallet out of my pocket to check if I still had enough fare for the boarding house. I only had five hundred pesos left in my wallet. It was only one hundred when I took it out. A strong wind blew. "Come on!" Unfortunately, a strong wind blew my money away. In a panic, I quickly tried to pick it up. "My bad luck!" I said to myself. I managed to pick up four hundred pesos, but one was missing. I looked for the missing bill. I noticed that the wind kept blowing it towards the middle of the road. Desperate to retrieve the flying money, I suddenly crossed the road without noticing the many passing cars. "What! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" The jeep driver yelled at me because he almost hit me. "I'm sorry..." I apologized. He shook his head before driving off. I turned my eyes back to the bill. I was very grateful it was now on the ground. I immediately stepped on it. But unexpectedly, a car suddenly appeared. Using my hands, I tried to shield myself, closed my eyes, and waited for the impact. Beep!! I thought my life was over. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately noticed the bulky figure in front of me. "Are you okay?" It was a man's baritone voice. When I opened my eyes completely, my mouth fell open. A well-built man stood before me. I couldn't help but be amazed at what I saw. He looked like a sculpture, very neat and perfectly carved. For some unknown reason, my heart started pounding. "Hey, are you okay?" I snapped out of my trance when he spoke again, still blinking. "A-Ah, y-yes. I-I'm fine..." I stammered. Electricity ran through my whole body when he held my hand to help me stand up. "Do you feel any pain in your body?" he asked again. I shook my head. "No. I'm really fine," I assured him so he wouldn't worry. "Bro, let's go!" I looked at the car of the man who almost hit me. I noticed another man in the car, wearing shades and looking obviously irritated. I turned my gaze back to the man in front of me. "This is my friend's calling card." He handed it to me. I accepted it immediately. "Just call him if you feel any pain in your body." I nodded slowly. "Thank you." "I gotta go!" he said goodbye. I bowed slightly and smiled as a farewell. I moved aside because I noticed I was still blocking the road. I watched them until they disappeared from sight. Later, I looked at the calling card he gave me and read the name written on it. "Knoxx Cassius Wolverson."/0/63594/coverorgin.jpg?v=ababdd4e16b2ee4b19e167e827aea67c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vengeance Of The Angel
Alexander always knew Elara's love was a weapon. She, a soul clawed back from the depths, had targeted him-the object of his own lover's desire-as her perfect instrument of revenge. But as the game unfolded, a treacherous hope bloomed in his chest. Gazing into her stormy eyes, he dared to ask the question that would seal his fate: "Elara, was any of it real?"/0/19469/coverorgin.jpg?v=15c97e28a2650274380b3657963a60e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Luna
The island of Bellpond is a welcoming place for tourists—and a home to werewolves. Vanessa Martin, a member of the Silver Crescent pack knows that Jordan Hale is the forbidden fruit—someone off limits. He belongs to the rival pack. And yet, she's attracted to him in ways she cannot explain. When a tragedy befalls him, Nessa wants to be there in some way to comfort him. She goes out of her way, ignoring all words of advice and warnings from her peers and her grandma and soon, a friendship blossoms between them. The smooth wheel rolling down breaks when they find a body washed up on the shore, and soon a couple more follow, piling up. Nessa and Jordan pair up, vowing to get to the bottom of this, but as they investigate more, they realise the matter is more sinister than they expected. Will they stop and expose those involved in these gruesome murders or fall down the rabbit hole trying to uncover the mystery?/0/86630/coverorgin.jpg?v=2670c50e14ad89e8fcb48a5cb88174eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress’s Fall, Her Rise to Love
My coming-out party should have been the most glittering night of my life. As Chloe Davis, the Davis fortune' s true heiress, perched at the top of the grand staircase, I was the picture of cool, collected perfection in my silver silk gown. Then, everything shattered. The ballroom' s elegant music died, replaced by gasps as a grainy video flashed across the screens, showing me in a hotel room with a man who was not my fiancé. Humiliation burned through me, absolute and suffocating, as whispers turned to a roar of judgment. I fled, desperate for comfort, to my fiancé Liam Sterling' s penthouse, only to overhear him boast, "She deserved it," revealing the public disgrace was a calculated plan with my adopted sister, Sophia. The world spun, the betrayal a bitter choke in my throat. I escaped his apartment, returning home only to be slapped by my mother and banished to Europe by my parents, who watched with disgust. They had chosen Sophia over me. Days later, Liam appeared at my bedroom door, playing the concerned fiancé, claiming it was all a misunderstanding while Sophia texted me intimate photos of them. My last shred of hope withered when I called him, only to hear Sophia' s seductive voice in the background, telling him to "come back to bed." Then came the ultimate cruelty: Sophia' s staged fall down the stairs, followed by Liam's cold, calculating words to the guards, "Your eyes, Chloe, will be a perfect match." I woke to darkness, bandages covering my eyes. Liam spun a sick tale of my eye being donated to a blind child, while Sophia' s punishment for orchestrating everything was a single day of "grounding." The injustice was a physical weight, but the worst was yet to come. Accused of stealing Sophia' s necklace, I was dragged to an icy pond by Liam who, finding out I was pregnant, forced me into the freezing water to miscarry. I heard him confess afterwards, "Of course I did it on purpose. Now there's nothing standing in our way." The last bit of me broke, replaced by a cold, silent resolve. I called Julian Thorne./1/109017/coverorgin.jpg?v=4cd2ca7f8529d93151c230e6c6b6dfc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The billionaires unexpected wife
Blurb: Kael Vance is three months from losing his grandfather's company. His only hope is Santos Engineering. But Antonio Santos will not sell to strangers. His daughter is not a stranger. Lira Santos would do anything for her dying father. Even marry a cold, beautiful CEO who looks at her like a transaction. The contract is simple. One year of marriage. Separate bedrooms. Separate lives. No love. No complications. Just business. But the contract did not account for coffee left on the counter every morning. For dinner waiting at midnight. For sunflowers that appear without explanation. When the year ends, the contract expires. But what if she does not want to leave? What if he cannot let her go?/0/83710/coverorgin.jpg?v=908ffddacaa3685c8ae418e4b21a919b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wine Cellar Wife
I was nine months pregnant with twins, and my doctor gravely told me I needed an emergency C-section due to a life-threatening complication. My Hamptons mansion, built on the legacy of my husband Ethan' s old-money family, felt like a safe haven, especially after I saved his life from an F4 tornado. But as I drove home to tell him, I saw her car, Chloe' s sleek black Mercedes, parked outside. Chloe, his high school sweetheart, the "one that got away," had returned, claiming a fragile heart condition, and within moments, my urgent medical need was dismissed as "drama." Ethan, blinded by Chloe' s theatrics, accused me of seeking attention and brutally shoved me into the soundproof wine cellar, locking me in for three days to "teach me a lesson." Trapped and alone, my body began to fail, suffering a catastrophic uterine rupture as I fought to save our babies. My first twin, a tiny boy, was born still, lifeless in my arms, and then came the terrifying silence of my second child, lost before even drawing a breath. I bled to death on that cold, damp floor, clutching my stillborn son, realizing the man I loved had used my strength, my very resilience, to kill me. Three days later, my husband and his mistress were celebrating their engagement, completely unaware of the horror I endured, until my doctor, Marcus Vance, walked in, armed with the coroner's report and Chloe' s real medical history, ready to expose the truth to the entire Hamptons elite and the world./0/27256/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a349569f7a2cb5a98dd535ca0cedb1f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Baby Mama
Synopsis As a Billionaire's daughter, I had everything I could ever wanted.Everything!!. I got the best life, the best school, and the best love one could ever wish for from a mother. But I'm about ruining that, destroying it cause of a silly mistake. I'm pregnant!!!, Pregnant for a stranger!!!. I couldn't recall his face!, I don't know him!, I was drunk, we had a night stand and now am pregnant, It is a disaster!. Who's this random stranger?!. Is she going keep the baby?. Is he going to ever accept her and the baby?. How's it all going to end? Find Out In These Enticing Novel!!/1/113235/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3bd743a0f319918046d35696abb1558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late Mr CEO: Watch Me Reign
For three years, Felicity lived in the shadows as Ellsworth's secret lover, even offering herself as a marriage pawn to secure his corporate empire. But the moment his fragile "savior," Camila, returned, Ellsworth shredded Felicity's proposal without a second thought. He dragged her to an underground clinic, intending to forcibly drain her rare golden blood for Camila's surgery. He stripped her of her dignity, evicted her into a freezing storm, and even offered her to a Wall Street predator. When Felicity was secretly drugged and nearly assaulted at a club, Ellsworth didn't save her. Blinded by twisted jealousy, he believed she was willingly cheating. He locked her in his estate's freezing cellar, chained her wrists, and brutally whipped her with a riding crop before violating her on the cold concrete floor. The extreme physical trauma caused massive internal hemorrhaging. Waking up in the hospital, the doctor delivered the final, crushing blow: her uterus was irreversibly damaged. She would never be a mother. She had given him her youth, her blood, and her absolute loyalty, only to be butchered for a manipulative fraud who faked her illness. As Camila stood outside her ward gloating over her barrenness, the last fragile thread of Felicity's humanity snapped. She ripped the IV from her bleeding arm and walked out. "From this day forward, I will burn his empire to the ground!" She picked up her phone and dialed his deadliest Wall Street rival./0/85008/coverorgin.jpg?v=b188123e76f8cbc7b91692c820b8b1c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After The Betrayal
Tomorrow was supposed to be my divorce day, marking the end of a three-year contract marriage to Olivia Hayes, the woman I hopelessly loved. But tonight, walking into Liam Peterson' s lavish penthouse, I found myself facing the man who' d effortlessly stolen my life, and the woman I called my wife. I' d just signed away my rights to her, believing it was for her well-being, only to be told by Liam that my entire marriage was a sham, a mere placeholder until he returned. He bragged about how Olivia despised my touch, how every thoughtful gesture she made-from the white roses to redecorating my office-was secretly a homage to him. Each revelation was a calculated strike, exposing me as the ultimate fool. The world tilted as I stumbled out, the image of Olivia' s social media post-her hand intertwined with his, declaring "Finally back where I belong. #truelove #reunited"-searing into my soul. I was nothing to her, less than nothing. But later, when Olivia' s grandfather beat me savagely for defending her honor, and I saw her obliviously texting Liam outside, something inside me snapped. The pain, the humiliation, the years of one-sided devotion-it all coalesced into a cold, hard resolve. I would no longer be a ghost in my own life. I would leave, taking what was left of my shattered heart, and build a new life for myself, without Olivia Hayes. Then, she called, frantic that Liam was cold. She demanded I give him the cashmere coat I bought as a symbol of my own hard-won success. The old me would have handed it over, but that man was dead. I' d give her the coat, but it would be the very last thing I ever gave her./0/66190/coverorgin.jpg?v=02b1602d601fc70ec551607d5f5bfdd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twist
The story depicts commitment, devotion and hardwork. True love was left to lead even amid the tussle. This is a story of Skylar, who after her graduation from college discovered that she had to develop herself to become good at what she does because she was opportuned to be born with a silver spoon in her mouth even though she had whatever she wanted. As Skylar focused on her personal growth and her career, she met Mr. Austin who claimed to love her after their first experience at the dinner but didn't want to let her know. Even though Skylar had a clue because Samantha suggested that Mr. Austin was in love with her, she bluntly dismissed the idea. But as fate would have it, she met Desmond who later revealed himself to be related to Mr. Austin the CEO of Blackwood tech agency after their proposal. Skylar felt everything was planned because she caught herself amid two brothers who claimed to love her. But Skylar leaving herself to choose, she went for Desmond after the heated brotherly rift. However, both parties reconciled. But do you feel Skylar made the wise decision to choose Desmond even after she knew Austin was the first to meet her even though he never related his feelings for her? This story reveals Desmond's resilience and persistence amidst the strife./0/18496/coverorgin.jpg?v=72f9fbe945ac856182187609258d0202&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Uncontrollable Fondness
“Marry me!” she said, her breathing became softer and the pensive gaze melted into a smile as soft as the morning light. “Try to convince me then…” he whispered into her ears. He had always been the center of attraction, effortlessly drawing people towards him like bees to honey. It wasn’t just his striking good looks or his status as the young master of the Yun Company that exclusively attributed to his charm. It was his reserved, almost taciturn heart that everyone found attractive. However, she had an ace up her sleeve that assured her that she would win this game./0/66839/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250121105156&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Virgin Saint: Trained For Sin
"Angela, please stop. Let me talk to you. Please, let me hold me like you asked. I'll do anything pleaseeee my angel", my voice was barely above a whisper and the words that came out sounded like it belonged to someone else. I don't know what I'm begging for, but it's urgent. Something's happening to me, and I love it. "Call me your angel again" she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. The words sent a shiver down my spine . Her breath was warm against my skin, and as she bit down lightly on the lobe of my ear, I couldn't help but close my eyes, surrendering to her. ____________________________________ Ryan James has built his world around three things: his daughters, his mother and his empire. Everything else is secondary, including women. For him, relationships are transactional, and he's never cared about anyone's happiness... until he meets Angela. Angela is a woman haunted by her past. A stripper and the owner of an adult toy shop, she's learned to run from pain and avoid attachments. But when she agrees to marry the cold, gruff CEO, Ryan, to settle a debt, she's forced into a marriage that demands her to stay. As the two navigate their complicated union, Ryan finds himself drawn to Angela– something he's never felt for anyone before. But can he face the demons that have shaped him? And can Angela stay still long enough to confront her own fears? Or will her past always make her run?/1/115182/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e1acd43055c7b490452bfe149a385c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled Innocence - A Mafia Romance
"What do you mean, 'You gave me the wrong sperm sample'?!" But the doctor says he isn't joking. Instead of being my sister's surrogate... I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby. A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate. Then she died in an unsolved accident. I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own. But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic. Instead of carrying my future nephew... I learned I'm pregnant with my boss's child. But Dmitri isn't just my boss. He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place./0/83386/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f578a1d9f031e63779c29a979d98b5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twelve Years, One Stranger
On my 30th birthday, I stood in a grand gala, believing I was celebrating twelve years with Ethan, the man I loved, and his big project win. But my "celebration" was a pathetic banner and a wilting cupcake, while the main stage projected a smiling tribute to Ethan and his "brilliant protégé" – his intern, Madison. Ethan, oblivious, pointed to the cupcake, "Madison arranged that. Sweet, right?" His intern's "adorkable" hug felt like a trap, her eyes gleaming with malice. The betrayals escalated: abandoned on a dark train platform for Madison's "panic attack," our anniversary skipped for her "lost keys," and the ultimate insult – being asked to give her my concert ticket. The final blow came when Ethan, in a fit of rage, weaponized my deepest shame, snarling, "You' re just like your father, always putting your hands on things that don't belong to you." In that crushing moment, my twelve years of love for him disintegrated into ash, leaving behind only chilling emptiness and the realization he was a stranger. Ethan, full of arrogant certainty, winked, "Give her a week. She' ll come crawling back." He had no idea I'd just accepted a promotion to Program Director of my non-profit' s international branch – in London. I quietly packed two suitcases, deleting him from my life as I hailed a taxi to Logan International. When he frantically called, yelling, "What is wrong with you?", I simply said, "It's over," then blocked him and turned off my phone, finally free. But my past wasn't quite done with me, and soon, Ethan and Madison would confront a terrifying truth that would change all our lives forever./0/67488/coverorgin.jpg?v=078912becf7e72d2dbb4adbc7f992382&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bad Blood...
A woman lost and angry with fragmented images of blood streaming down her face poses her question: "Mom why did I lose my memory?" Shadows and Lies open the entrance into the Garden of Eden...Evil; however, the Seeds of Yesterday brings the past full circle. Rising from the blood, she is naked as a newborn baby. She collapsed into the arms that wrapped around her. "Welcome home, Shamane." "Sammy," she whispered. "I was lost till I found you. I embraced the dark legacy that is my true heritage. I accept behind your changeable eyes lies the sinful secrets of our bloodline," "The fire you had ignited within me, I accept with it the truth and strength as to who I am. Let it be said once between us: You, Shamane Hoffman Vander Paul, my savior, my tutor, my confidant, my lover, I am the true mistress of the Sisterhood. I am Sammy Strike born from Sabina Markovich, my mother, daughter of Lila Markovich Asher. I am bad to the bone. It's time to dawn a new rising..."/0/89875/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e1fc56308a6cf7e621d12260e344ba8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Decade Undone by Deceit
I collapsed from exhaustion after dedicating ten years of my life to my CEO girlfriend, Kendal. I gave up my music, my dreams, everything to build her empire. At the hospital, the doctor delivered the news. Malignant tumor. I needed emergency surgery to save my life. Kendal never visited. Not once. I later found out she was on the phone with another man, sweetly telling him she missed him while I was lying in a hospital bed. Two weeks after they cut the cancer out of me, on her birthday, I went home and cooked her favorite meal. It was supposed to be our last supper, a final goodbye. She stumbled in late that night, drunk, carried piggyback by that same man. They were wearing matching black t-shirts. His said, "I'm with her." Hers said, "I'm with him." She saw me and froze, her laughter dying in her throat. She scrambled off his back, her face a mask of panic and guilt. But I felt nothing. Not anger, not jealousy. The part of me that could feel pain for her had been carved out on the operating table, right along with the tumor. I looked her straight in the eye. "It's over." Then I walked out of the penthouse we once called home, leaving her standing alone in the monument to our failed relationship. This time, I wasn't coming back./1/112262/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d0de57198fbc8f7ca2ff12547e869a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running Away To My Erased Heir
The night I ran, I left everything behind. My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder. I thought I was escaping. Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like. Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me-really loved me-and that's why I should trust him. He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time he's close. But the closer we get, the more I feel him keeping secrets. He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both. And the whole time, I'm falling. Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake. But if I've learned anything from the Kings, it's this: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most. And the ones who need you? They're the ones who hurt you in the end. Evan knew something the night he died. Something about my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful people in the country. Damon knows too. And the only way he'll tell me? Is if I say yes. Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the marriage. Say yes to the fire building between us that feels less like pretending every single day. But when I finally learn the truth-about Evan, about my father, about the empire that wants us both dead- Will the man holding me survive what comes next? And more terrifying: Will I survive loving him?/0/84035/coverorgin.jpg?v=4584c34146b0b156b43e8c1f55d9f9f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
