Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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She Let Him Drown
I thought I' d finally found love when I, a humble bayou girl, rescued the charming Governor' s son, Ethan, from a storm. Our brief, intense romance left me pregnant, and I truly believed his promise to return for us. But he never did, sending his calculating friend Jackson instead, who, to my shock, demanded I marry him to cover up the scandal for Ethan and his powerful fiancée, Veronica. Humiliated, I married Jackson, only for him to then orchestrate a chemical disaster that poisoned my home, killed my entire community, and snatched away my first child. Three years later, pregnant again and slowly rebuilding my life with Jackson, I overheard a chilling phone call. The man I' d come to trust, the supposed father of my unborn child, calmly confessed to destroying my village and causing my first miscarriage, all to protect Veronica and her family. Worse, he was plotting to poison this new baby too, calling my womb "tainted" by Ethan, coldly arranging a doctor to induce another "natural" miscarriage tomorrow. He had stolen my home, my family, and my first child – and now he was coming for my second. My blood ran cold; how could the man sharing my bed be such a monster? But as despair threatened to consume me, a fierce, burning resolve ignited: he had taken everything else, but he would not take this child. I would fight. I would survive. And I would protect my baby, no matter the cost./1/102389/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c19c06361d231e2672a07df45deb3b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound by a Contract
To the world, they are perfection, the billionaire and his elegant wife, the family everyone envies. But behind closed doors, they are strangers bound by a contract and by one secret that could destroy them both. When Alexander and Elena Harrington announce their "divorce," everyone expects a scandal. But they can't let the real reason for their separation become public. Their empire is built on illusion, and if the truth gets out, it could destroy everything. Their only son is the fragile thread holding them together, and the same reason they can't let go. But love was never part of the deal. As society braces for scandal, a rival billionaire shows Elena what affection truly feels like. And the man who never shows emotion begins to unravel, consumed by jealousy and obsession. In a world where loyalty is currency and betrayal comes wrapped in diamonds, some vows are meant to break and others become the only thing worth saving./0/25422/coverorgin.jpg?v=e382d35a3519400536435cdb4a410313&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vetur: Cyan
Ve·tur /vetr/ /vɛːtʏr/ /veːtʊr/ Faroese, Icelandic, Old Norse noun meaning winter Groomed to be pure perfection in the eyes of a never-satisfied mother, Cyan struggled to find her place within her clan. She knew her responsibility to them, but she had yet to deliver. They accepted her, failure and all, they still loved her. But love and acceptance are futile in the eyes of time. And time is something she can’t take for granted because soon, it will run out. Refusing to tempt fate, and for their own selfish gain, those closest to Cyan betrayed her in the worst way possible. Secrets. Lies. Absolute deception. She didn’t break though. She snapped. And when she snapped, time no longer mattered because she would end them all./1/104892/coverorgin.jpg?v=69fb8ac9dc89aace38761f0cc25fcb7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO
She wanted stability. She found Adrian Blackwell. Dominant, dangerous, and determined to make her his. After catching her boyfriend of three years cheating, Elena Carter swore never to fall in love again. On a reckless whim, she walked into a blind date arranged by her family and impulsively proposed a flash marriage. All she wanted was a quiet, dependable man. What she got was Adrian Blackwell-a ruthless billionaire known for crushing rivals with a single glance. Cold to the world, dangerously charming behind closed doors, Adrian doesn't ask. He takes. From the moment she slips on his ring, Adrian makes one thing clear: "You're mine, Elena. No man touches what belongs to me." But as whispers of his past lovers surface, Elena's heart twists with emotions she swore she'd buried-jealousy, heartbreak... longing. Then, a brutal accident unearths a forgotten memory: a reckless one-night stand years ago... with the same face as her husband's. Everything falls into place. Every twist, every detour It was always Adrian./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?/1/114904/coverorgin.jpg?v=6016e649c3476ad232fd2b8dff19d3fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wall Street Tyrant's Fake Wife
To save her father's dying company from her treacherous uncle and cheating ex-boyfriend, Jalynn sold her life to a Wall Street tyrant. She signed an ironclad contract to be Deryl Atkins's submissive, timid placeholder wife, perfectly mimicking his dead fiancée. In exchange, he wired tens of millions to keep her family out of bankruptcy. Playing the pathetic, obedient virgin all day made her physically sick. So that night, she sneaked out to a gritty underground club in a tight black slip dress and an ash-blonde wig to drink the nausea away. She completely let loose, winning a tequila-chugging contest against a massive biker and ripping off her wig in arrogant triumph under the flashing strobe lights. She thought she was anonymous, completely unaware that the ruthless monster she had just married was watching her every move from the soundproof VIP lounge upstairs. When her phone vibrated at 1 AM, his flat, terrifying voice felt like a physical blow. "Are you awake?" Jalynn lied smoothly, pitching her voice to sound gentle and innocent, claiming she was reading Renaissance art. But a terrifying dread settled in her stomach. Why did he suddenly force her to move into his fortress-like estate the very next morning, deliberately filling the halls with his dead fiancée's pristine white roses just to suffocate her? She thought she could use his money and his name to crush her enemies while keeping her true self hidden. But when he publicly dragged her onto his lap at a high-stakes business lunch, his fingers digging into her waist with a dark, predatory smile, Jalynn realized the terrifying truth. The fake marriage wasn't her shield; it was his hunting ground, and he was going to play with her until she broke./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?/0/85181/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ce849f4f9d2d0ecb6c2cd76df965cdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Plaything.
Forced into a marriage she never chose, nineteen-year-old Lorraina becomes the pawn in a dangerous game of vengeance. On the day she turns twenty,what should have been a milestone of hope,she is wedded to a man she knows nothing about. She had no idea that her husband didn't marry her for love... he married her to make her pay for her father's sins. Treated like a servant her entire life, Lorraina's world turns darker when she becomes nothing more than a plaything in her husband's ruthless She's trapped in a loveless, cruel union, and she begins to lose hope. But deep inside her broken spirit, a question refuses to fade: Can fate intervene? Can a miracle save her before she's completely destroyed?/1/113809/coverorgin.jpg?v=07fc8645b3468b9edaeac53116a2691e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire
Jaclyn woke up in the sterile hospital room after falling down the stairs. The nurse delivered the devastating news: she had bled heavily and lost her baby. But before she could even cry, her trusted cousins, Katelyn and Cherri, locked the door and revealed the horrifying truth. "It wasn't an accident," Katelyn smirked, pinning Jaclyn's arm down. "The lubricant on the top step was a very deliberate choice." They needed her broken and unstable. They had forged her signature, draining her massive trust fund to save their uncle's bankrupt business. What shattered Jaclyn's world was the fresh hickey on Cherri's neck. Her lover, Bradford, had helped plan the entire murder. When Jaclyn tried to scream, they smothered her with a pillow, framing her as a lunatic having a mental breakdown. Two weeks later, when she confronted them, Bradford violently shoved her through a second-story glass window to silence her forever. As she fell to her death, the husband she had spent her life hating—the ruthless billionaire Gaines—burst through the doors. He threw himself forward, his face filled with pure terror, desperately trying to catch her. When her body hit the stone patio, Gaines fell to his knees in her blood, weeping and begging her not to close her eyes. Until her last breath, Jaclyn was consumed by suffocating regret. Why did she trust the monsters who killed her, and hate the only man who truly loved her? Opening her eyes again, she was back in the penthouse, exactly one month into her marriage with Gaines./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./0/22137/coverorgin.jpg?v=1357ec13326d1d52ac30964e22595c1e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA HUSBAND
A twenty six year old Isabella, who aspires to be a baker is hooked in an arranged marriage with a mafia prince she hates. Little does she know that it is all to save her life from a predator who wants her as his prey. * * What do you mean I am getting married to Lucas Crawford!!!! I exclaimed. That guy is a damn womanizer and am not ready to get married, for Christ sake I want to be a successful baker first!!! I added shouting Calm down sweetie, mom tried to percify me but dad cut her short. Now listen two me young lady, you are my daughter and I know what's best for you and no daughter of mine would be a worthless baker, so shut up and get dressed the Crawford's are having dinner with us.. He shouted. Of course no daughter of the great McKenzie family can be a baker isn't it? How absurd, oh I know this is another one of your business isn't it? Well Mr McKenzie I hope you sell your daughter for a very good price... I ranted but he cut me short with a slap. I looked at my once loving father and ran upstairs to my room. Isabella!!!! Mom tried calling me but I turned deaf ears I know what to do. Lucas Crawford Ceo of The Crawford Automobile industry, Bad ass womanizer and a Rude idiot. Our parts crossed once and am never going to marry that idiot./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./0/48262/coverorgin.jpg?v=24bedcbd76855768a05ab4084d977d8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Vampire
PROLOGUE "Mom, is that you?" I asked when I could get out of the bathroom. I took a bath because it's late and I don't want to sleep sweaty, because I'm sticky. "Ma?" .I repeat because of the faint sound I hear from the window, it's raining hard now and it still hasn't stopped since yesterday. I heard a crack in the window again but I just ignored it. .Maybe it's just leaves flying because of the strength of the wind, I also don't want to look because I'm scared. Maybe what creature I see there. I just lay down on the bed and leaned my head on its headboard and because I had a towel on my head my hair was a bit pulled. "Ah!" .I was stunned by the loud thunder and I accidentally knocked over my cellphone which was just on the side table, at the same time an envelope was dropped and its contents were scattered. One by one I picked it up and marveled at its contents. Where did it come from? What is it for? This is my photo! .my eyes widened when I saw that, it was my picture where I was taking a bath before. I have no cover here in the photo while facing the shower. I felt very nervous because I didn't know who took the picture of me? He's voyeurizing me! .I crumpled the picture I was holding and looked at the other photos again, I cried because it was disgusting to know that he was watching me while taking a bath and what's worse is that he was taking a picture of me! It might suddenly appear on social media and go viral, I'm scared. .there was a small piece of paper tucked inside the envelope so I immediately opened it which I wish I hadn't done because there was a message there. You're so sexy as f'ck ./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./1/114122/coverorgin.jpg?v=9eac80dd9bc5122fba8b830f99b8a050&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kaitlynn and her two children
Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow. Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars. The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom. "Mommy!" When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor. Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse. But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind. Cason Richmond. The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld. How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt? The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness. But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim. Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall. Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it./0/37155/coverorgin.jpg?v=d249cf128bd1acd40d3c863e26802cf9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She's My Girl
Evelyn accidentally spills her drink on Alexander Nielle at an event and he humiliates her in return. They both can't stand each other but Alex's dad asked his help to guide Evelyn into the business world. He hates her and she hates him but there's a fine line between love and hate. He starts to like her company and he starts to claim her as his, making all the men who want her back away./0/18539/coverorgin.jpg?v=d06a50eeadb322c2c4f38da1f7357999&imageMogr2/format/webp)
