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Bound by the Mafia Lord's Gilded Chains

Bound by the Mafia Lord's Gilded Chains

One look was all it took for the Golden Wolf to mark his prey. ​To the glittering elite of Milan, Dante Moretti is a god among men, a billionaire mogul whose Midas touch turns every gold future into an empire. But beneath the bespoke Italian suits and the cold, amber eyes lies a monster. Sworn in as the new Capo of the Moretti Syndicate over his father's open casket, Dante is a man who rules with an iron grip and a heart of stone. He doesn't ask for what he wants. He takes it. ​Then he saw Bianca. ​Bianca Rossi is a creature of light, an innocent art student who finds beauty in the shadows of Milan's back alleys. She lives for her canvas and her dreams, unaware that a chance encounter in a midnight storm has placed her in the sights of the city's most dangerous predator. ​Dante doesn't just want her. He is obsessed. ​Using his billions like a silken web, Dante orchestrates a "gilded cage" for Bianca. From anonymous scholarships to lavish "chance" encounters, he draws her into a world of blood-stained gold and lethal power plays. But Bianca is no porcelain doll. Behind her soft beauty lies a fierce, indomitable spirit that refuses to be bought-or broken. ​As a brutal war with the Ricci family threatens to burn Milan to the ground, Bianca must choose: flee the man who stalks her dreams, or stand beside the Wolf and become his Queen. ​In a world where loyalty is paid in blood and love is a lethal weakness, will Dante's possessiveness be their salvation... or their ultimate destruction?
The Engagement's End, A New Beginning

The Engagement's End, A New Beginning

Tonight was supposed to be the most important night of my life, the official announcement of my engagement to Mark Landon. But as we stood on the dais to make our toast, another woman-Isabel-let out a theatrical cry and crumpled to the floor. Before I could process what was happening, Mark shoved me. He pushed me aside to get to her, his arm connecting with my shoulder with brutal, dismissive force. The shove sent me stumbling backward off the platform. I landed hard on the polished marble floor, a collective gasp echoing through the stunned ballroom as my world shattered. He didn't even glance at me. He helped a perfectly fine Isabel to her feet, tucked her protectively against his side, and then glared down at me, his face a thunderous mask of fury. "Look what your jealousy has caused!" he snarled, his voice echoing in the silence. "This engagement is over! I will not be bound to a woman so consumed by petty envy!" The words were a physical blow. The pain in my soul was so intense it stole my breath, a searing agony as the bond I thought we shared was violently ripped away. The room spun as the pain dropped me to my knees. Kicked out a service exit, I collapsed in a filthy back alley, my body finally succumbing to a strange illness that had been draining me for weeks. Just as darkness closed in, a sleek black car screeched to a halt. A man emerged, impossibly tall and radiating an aura of power that made Mark seem like a spoiled child. He knelt, his stormy eyes locking onto the silver locket our family doctor had pressed into my hand moments before. His voice was a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I have found her." He paused, his gaze sweeping over my face, his expression a chilling mixture of triumph and ice. "My true fated mate... and the daughter of the woman who destroyed my family."
MARRIED TO A CRUEL BILLIONAIRE

MARRIED TO A CRUEL BILLIONAIRE

That isn't fair," I said, my voice cracking. "I cannot marry someone I do not love, no matter how convenient it is for you. "I am not going to do it!" I was shivering with wrath. Madam Angelica sighed heavily, her expression intensifying. "You're being selfish, Anna," she said. "It's not just about you; it's about the entire family and the future. I understand you don't want to marry someone you don't love, but I need you to understand the importance of this decision." I was at a breaking point. I'd always been a polite girl, following what I was taught and never challenging my family's judgment. But this time, I was willing to fight for what I wanted. My joy was too precious to sacrifice for the sake of family responsibilities. "I won't do it," I shouted."I won't be part of this arranged marriage" I clutched my bag firmly and dashed off to work in rage. Anna is forced by her mom to marry a billionaire suitor Kevin Beyer in order to save her family from the debt her late father caused them. Her mother reluctantly approves of the marriage without caring about Anna's feelings, Anna was left with no other choice than to marry Kevin. Anna wondered how Johnny, her boyfriend, would feel when he heard about this and how she would cope with the rest of her life as the wife of a man she didn't love. She knew that this arrangement would be difficult, but she had no other choice. Would she ever find true love or happiness in this situation ? What did her lover do on hearing about this marriage?
His Poisoned Love, My Escape

His Poisoned Love, My Escape

My husband, Austen, the man the world saw as my devoted admirer, was the artist of my pain. He had punished me ninety-five times, and this was the ninety-sixth. Then, a message from my stepsister, Joyce, buzzed on my phone: a photo of her perfectly manicured hand holding champagne, captioned, "Celebrating another victory. He really does love me more." A second message from Austen followed, "My love, are you resting? I' ve asked the doctor to come. I' m sorry it had to be this way, but you must learn. I' ll be home soon to take care of you." I had always known Joyce was the trigger, but I never understood the mechanism. I thought it was just Austen' s own brand of cruelty, ignited by Joyce' s lies. But then, I found a voice recording of Austen's. His calm voice filled the silent room, "...number ninety-six. A broken hand. It should be enough to appease Joyce this time. But my debt must be paid. Fifteen years ago, Joyce saved my life. She pulled me from that burning car after the kidnapping. I vowed that day I would protect her from everything and everyone. Even from my own wife." My mind went blank. Kidnapping. Burning car. Fifteen years ago. I was the one there. I was the girl who pulled a terrified, crying boy from the back seat just before it exploded. His name was Austen. He had called me his "little star." But when I returned with the police, another girl was there, crying and holding Austen' s hand. It was Joyce. He didn't know. He had built his entire twisted system of justice on a lie. Joyce had stolen my life-saving act, and I was paying the price. Every cell in my body screamed one word: Escape.
The Rejected Omega's Defiant Second Life

The Rejected Omega's Defiant Second Life

In my past life, I was the perfect, meek Omega daughter, desperately clinging to my fated mate, Alpha Gunner Vance. But he publicly dismissed me at the dinner table, treating me like invisible decor while he prepared to choose a more powerful Luna. My family offered no refuge. My father was entirely manipulated by his mistress, Brenda. To secure her unborn bastard's inheritance, she orchestrated my "accidental" fall off the estate's jagged cliffs. As I drowned in the freezing, churning sea, Gunner didn't even notice I was gone. I died a pathetic, unloved burden, my body found hours too late. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why I had spent my entire life begging for scraps of affection. Why did I let a cold Alpha's rejection define my worth? Why didn't I fight back against the people who wanted me dead? When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't dead. I was back six years in the past, pulled from the icy water by a kind stranger. Looking at my youthful, unmarred face in the mirror, the grief of my past life morphed into a cold, lethal resolve. "I can change it. I can change everything." First, I will expose the mistress and watch my father exile her to the Rogues. Then, I will send my arrogant fated mate a medical book mocking his stamina. Let the Alpha choke on his sudden obsession; in this life, I am the player, not the pawn.
The Call He Never Answered

The Call He Never Answered

At my company' s anniversary party, my husband Mark, beaming, played a game with his assistant, Lily, a cookie balanced on his forehead. As the room erupted in applause when he succeeded, I cheered, "Go, Mark!" The room fell silent. Lily' s smile vanished, her eyes welling with tears as she whimpered, "Oh, Mark." Mark, furious, snapped at me, "What' s wrong with you, Olivia? You always have to ruin everything. You're such a killjoy. So boring." Then, in front of everyone-our colleagues and friends-he bent down and kissed Lily, deeply and passionately. On our tenth wedding anniversary, watching Mark kiss another woman, I felt absolutely nothing. Later, Lily, riding comfortably in the passenger seat of our car, flashed a sickeningly sweet smile and called me "Sis-in-law." I remembered Mark once scoffing at my handmade charm, saying it didn' t match his car' s style, yet he found a custom pink paint job acceptable. The next morning, Lily posted a photo of red roses on Instagram: "This big silly man always remembers my birthday." In the corner, my wedding ring rested on a man' s hand. When Mark returned, he joked, "What' s the occasion? You even made a cake?" He then smeared frosting on my cheek, remarking on the cake' s poor presentation. If this had happened any other year, I would have screamed and cried. Instead, I calmly dumped the cake in the trash. He tried to appease me with expensive jewelry, a routine apology after every fight. But when I saw Lily' s text on his phone-"Mark, I had so much fun tonight, see you tomorrow~"-he erupted in a rage. He shoved me, throwing me off balance. My arm sliced on the coffee table, and my ankle twisted. He simply muttered, "For God' s sake, Olivia," before rushing to Lily' s side after she called him, leaving me injured and alone. Why did he care more about her fake sickness than my real injury? I was numb. I was utterly done. What else could I do but finally set myself free? That night, for the first time in a decade, I slept soundly, knowing I had made the right decision. My life had to change.
The Doctor Secretary

The Doctor Secretary

I thought I was a good doctor. But no matter how good you are, if the person you love is gone, there is nothing you can do. What is my profession? Devotion and Care to bring healing, Comfort and Hope but I can't heal him. I am Useless! Yes, I am. This kind of scenario is too much. My heart beating so fast and my body is also shaking because the closing of his eyes and the stopping of his heartbeat is also the stopping of my world because there is nothing I can do but to release him. "Baby, please! wake up?! Please," I'm begging. I was talking to him hoping he would live while the tears did not stop flowing in my eyes. "P-Please! P-Please!" I shouted while hugging him. "Baby please don't leave me, Please!" I cried and buried my face in his neck. I'm scared of losing her. I can't I can't I begged him that his heart would beat again and that he would take pity on me, but no matter what I did, he would not get up and he would not live anymore. If only his brother had a heart! if only! I hope that somehow the life of the person I love will be extended. I took a deep breath and folded my hands and wiped my tears. "I swear!" I shouted angrily. "The time will come when we meet his brother but I guarantee he won't be happy either!" My Rezza is the reason why I am elusive and always stuck with anyone. I don't want to love like that because I will only get hurt because what happened was not a joke. I wasn't even given a chance to prolong the life of the person I wanted to be with in my old age. Everything was vanished in my system. I lost my appetite but one day I had to hire a new secretary because my secretary in the Department of Dermatology at the Hospital was going to Canada. It's hard when fate intervenes because I must have started wrong. I wish I didn't just get hired because my quiet world was disturbed by my secretary who knows nothing but to annoy me and give me a headache. "You're annoying me!" I looked at him but all he did to me was a sweet smile and a peace sign. That would be really insulting to him... Can I still avoid him if he is the one that makes my heart beat? But what if you find out that he was the one who would have given life to the person you loved before but he denied it? "She's selfish!" I said. Are you ready to fight for your love? Or you'll just let yourself hate him because of the past... And in the end you'll just tell him that he's the most wrong thing to come into your life even though he'll also shape your character. I thought there was nothing more painful than losing someone you love, but I was wrong because there is something that hurts even more. These are the words he spoke. "If there's another chance I'll choose? I'll choose not to have met you!" words that squeezed my heart that I could hardly breathe from the pain. Can you correct my chance you know too late? Im Dr. Jaxon Philip De-Gracia Her Zareen Zeb Gomez