Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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From Ashes to Sunrise
Due to my family's expectations and obligations, I married Colton in place of my half-sister, Shirley. Eight years later, Shirley, who avoided an arranged marriage, returned to the country, and my husband Colton asked for a divorce. Coincidentally, as my mother was critically ill, I rushed to the hospital, only to unexpectedly collide with my secret admirer. Upon learning about my divorce, he began courting me with genuine determination. After the divorce, I restarted my career and worked diligently to achieve my career goals with newfound support. He offered unwavering support and encouragement, helping me steadily progress. Meanwhile, Colton, who had once insisted on divorcing me, began to regret his decision./0/51473/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd536034dc5ae9eef98c64adf9ed791f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Red Wedding: Princess of Rebirth
Shi Qingxue, the sixth lady of the Shi Family, had been in love with a wrong guy, which had led to the destruction of her family. To pay the price, her parents even had lost their lives. Also, she had hurt the man who was deeply in love with her. She could feel her life fading away, but she had so many regrets at this pathetic life. Fortunately, Shi Qingxue got the opportunity to be reborn. Opening up her eyes, she found herself in the back garden of Shi Family. It was the day when her grandmother hosted the birthday banquet. It was exactly where she made all the wrong decisions that ruined her last life. It was where the mistake started. She was reborn, and what would she do next?/0/75095/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf25a176b00c418376355bc8252f0915&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The billionaire's fixation
Blurb She thought he was just another arrogant billionaire. He knew she was the obsession he could never walk away from. Ava Sinclair works day and nights at a pub and spends her days scraping together enough money to care for her troubled younger brother. She's sharp-tongued, guarded, and unimpressed by wealth especially when it comes wrapped in tailored suits and god complexes. Enter Damon King: reclusive tech mogul, estate tycoon, and a man used to owning everything he touches. Cold. Commanding. Devastatingly obsessed. When a drunken dare lands him in the wrong pub, he finds something he didn't know he was searching for "her''. What starts as a twisted contract marriage quickly spirals into something far darker. Damon offers Ava the world but with invisible chains. He says its protection. She calls it possession. As secrets unravel, Ava discovers Damon has been watching her long before they met. And Damon? He'll burn cities to keep her from walking away again. But in a game built on obsession, betrayal, and broken pasts, the line between love and destruction blurs. And neither of them will come out the same./1/117333/coverorgin.jpg?v=700a31220ba634be9f7296331dfdad10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife to billionaire Haiden Moran for three years. But the Monday after his grandfather's funeral, he coldly handed me divorce papers. He offered a massive payout, calling our marriage a "buyout of my time." I was never his wife, just a prop to secure his inheritance. That night, after a chaotic run-in at a club, he dragged me back to our penthouse. In a desperate, drug-fueled haze, we crossed the line. But when I woke up the next morning, covered in marks, his side of the bed was completely cold. He had snuck out like a thief. Seeking a final sliver of closure, I called his private number. A breathless, feminine voice answered instead. "Mr. Moran left his phone here. Oh, and I have his fresh shirt ironed and ready." My blood ran cold. He had left my bed and gone straight to another woman. My three years of devotion meant absolutely nothing. I permanently blocked his number, severed all our joint accounts, and booked a one-way first-class ticket to Maui to disappear forever. But just as the plane doors were about to close, a man walked down the aisle and casually sat in the seat right next to mine. It was Haiden./0/40366/coverorgin.jpg?v=f06ad0e14d9255dcbf2a091b67dc7ac1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enamoring My Cousin
Ana has been in love with her cousin since they were little. In spite of that, she kept her feelings hidden until they are adults. She is a few years older than him, she knows they are not blood cousins; he does not know the truth. Will she be able to tell him the truth? Will he be able to see her differently than a sister?/0/82604/coverorgin.jpg?v=be238533657b7d011f5b45b51a77c83d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, My Ex: She Married a Mogul
I stood at my engagement party, champagne clinking, Liam's arm around me. Life was perfect. My best friend, Chloe, was there, laughing too loudly, but it was our day. Then Liam took the stage. My heart beat faster, ready for his sweet words. Instead, he announced a "sudden, undeniable change." He said he couldn't marry me. His eyes landed on Chloe. "She's the one." The room gasped. My face burned as everyone stared. My fiancé and best friend, my closest people, publicly humiliated me, smirking as I fled town, stripped of dignity. Years later, having rebuilt my life and married Julian Thorne, a tech mogul, I returned to Lynwood for a quiet work trip. And I saw them. Liam, successful, and Chloe, still his trophy. They sneered, mocking my humble appearance, calling me a failure. When I mentioned my husband, they laughed, accusing me of delusions. Liam then attacked me, snatching Julian' s locket, the symbol of my new life. He broke my hand, screaming I was a liar, a thief. Then his goons dragged me to a dark storage room, locking me in. My hand throbbed, my heart ached with crushing despair. They even found Isabella, the kind staffer who tried to help me, silencing her. Chloe appeared, gloating, telling me I would confess I was a lunatic at their wedding tomorrow, to finally destroy me. How could two people be so cruel, so utterly intent on my ruination? I was trapped, shattered, every hope of justice gone. But as they dragged me into the ballroom, preparing to force my twisted confession, an unexpected presence in the crowd began to rise. Julian./0/24253/coverorgin.jpg?v=4147d0f448427b7e31acbca3c29e72fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sparks Between Us
Alessia Winters hopes to live a normal life someday, a life she knew was never gonna be at her disposal, a life she wished she'd had if her father was still there. But she knew as always, wishes never come true. So she tries to be exactly what her family expects from her: the family's perfect hunter granddaughter. The Winters are known for over centuries for their Vampire huntings for generations after generations. While Alessia has to be the perfect daughter who takes over her family's ethics, she has to deal with the mysterious hot guy she met at the village square. Harden Mcalester finds it oddly satisfying that he meets this strangely adorable woman the very first night he moved to Fox City. Her voice sets a constant lust reminder in his heart and he finds himself longing after her. But was there meeting fated to happen? Or was their love doomed before they even met? Will a wanted Vampire who's been into hiding for countless years be any more safer after meeting and falling in love with a vampire hunter's daughter, who's a skilled hunter herself than she gives credit for. Would it turn out to be a deer walking into the lion's den? A fascinating head-spinning romance that Will leave your heart thudding after turning the last page./0/66491/coverorgin.jpg?v=c876ebe87cf9b76f68cc180bd35ae906&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart
Sarah Williams was seen as the luckiest woman in New York City when word got out of her impending nuptials to Billionaire playboy and bachelor; Richard Wright. However, once the funfair and glamour of the wedding is over, Sarah quickly realizes that she has signed up for a loveless marriage. Two years later, Sarah has managed to fall hopelessly in love with her husband but his heart and affections belong to another. Desperate for her husband's affection, she does everything in her power to make him notice her but to no avail. Suddenly, on the night of their anniversary, Sarah is served with divorce papers by his lawyer and her heart scatters into a million pieces. Filled with renewed hope for her future, she signs the papers and leaves his house and life. Barely a few months later, Richard starts to realize that he misses her and is attracted to her but she is long gone and won't even return any of his calls. Now, he has a new goal; to win her back and keep her in his life permanently. But Sarah seems to have moved on to someone new is now having fun in her life with a new man who turns out to be Richard's business rival. What could be Wesley's plot in getting close to Sarah and will Richard be able to see past his carefully planned gameplan to realize that Sarah is just a pawn? Will Sarah be willing to accept Richard back or is it too late for them?/1/108729/coverorgin.jpg?v=47288fe23475b92078175676c9a0999f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance!
After giving birth, I lost my beauty when I started gaining weight in all the wrong places. Stretch marks. Soft stomach. Tired eyes. The same body that carried our child became the body my husband couldn't stand to look at. "I can't take you anywhere like this." That was what Marcus Hawthorne my powerful, untouchable CEO husband said to me the night he stopped bringing me to events. The whispers started after that. She let herself go. He deserves better. How embarrassing for a man like him. I heard them all. And Marcus? He never defended me. Instead, he grew colder crueler and distant each day. The same man I sacrificed my everything for made me feel like I was no longer worth loving. And when tragedy struck and I lost the only thing keeping me togheter -our child. I realized the bitter truth not only was I meant to grieve a failed marriage alone but a dead child too because Marcus didn't hesitate to replace us with his new family. And that was the breaking point for me. Determined to start over, I fled the country for my own sanity. Worked on the weight that had made me feel unattractive. Rebuilt the career I had abandoned for love until I became the successful woman I was always meant to be. Now seven years later I'm back. And guess who can't take his eyes of my new body? Marcus! Only he isn't the man I left behind. He's now being haunted with a very serious problem. One that only I could help him with and he's ready to do whatever it takes to get me back. But here's the problem. The woman who would have forgiven him no longer exists. And this woman here? She's not sure if she want to have anything to do with him again./0/31762/coverorgin.jpg?v=6af7eb525be9cb6516a3e485c4e0c9b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One with the mark of the beast
Everyone fears the mark of the beast because they believe anyone with the mark of the beast is cursed and will bring misfortunes to the land. The princess was born with the mark of the beast unknown to the people of Orramander's kingdom where a great King who was loved by his people lived, the King not wanting to kill his blood decide to take the princess to a hidden castle known by the Royal Family only, she lives with maids, even though the maids fear what may happen to them, they dare not go against the king order, every day the Princess does kill some maids, but things change when Drake the abandoned son of the land who lives in the jungle by himself, came into the picture His voice was a melody to the Princess and whenever she heard that voice she became weak to the bone and her power become useless, to be free she needs that voice, and the owner of the voice/0/84012/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf748f3bde3477db5258637b702f2d7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Capitol Wife's Revenge
For five years, I played the silent partner to Matthew's rising political career, sacrificing my MFA, my novel, and my own dreams for his ambition. Our grand Georgetown apartment, that rich smell of my slow-cooked short ribs—it used to be the scent of home. Then came the text: "Completely buried. Not going to make it home." An hour later, scrolling in my dark apartment, I saw the Instagram post. Matthew, arm casually draped behind his young, beaming mentee, Gabrielle, at a dive bar. "Grateful to have a mentor who gets that the real work happens after hours." My stomach churned, but something cold settled in my chest. This wasn't just a missed anniversary; it was a public declaration of where I ranked. When he called, sharp with annoyance about the single word I'd commented—"Impressive"—accusing me of overthinking, a chilling clarity descended. I saw the years of excuses, the skipped family funerals, the career-first mentality that always left me second. Was I crazy? Was I really "overthinking" how my own dreams were dismissed as a hobby while his were a calling? Was I just the "homebody," the one he occasionally "fit in"? But that night, as if a spell had broken, I didn't cry. I didn't confront. I walked past the cold coffee machine, looked at the cheap, afterthought anniversary gift, and realized: the quiet woman who put Matthew first was gone. And it was time to write a new ending, for myself./0/86515/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a0624c9fdde883cbdc26fba1e39dafc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Useful Fool: A Husband's Revenge
The charity gala shimmered around me, but all I heard were hushed voices from behind a private lounge door. I was looking for Olivia, my wife of three years, the woman I believed was my true love. "He actually believes it, you know," Olivia' s voice, smooth as silk, drifted through the gap. "Three years, and he still thinks my 'no intimacy' rule is some noble test of true love." Then came a man's chuckle-Daniel Sterling, her adopted brother. "He's a useful fool, Liv," he said, his tone a mix of affection and contempt. "A perfect, respectable shield. Father got his business deal, and we got our time. Everyone's happy." My world crumbled. Every shared smile, every kiss, every whispered promise - all lies. I was the useful fool, a meticulously crafted performance for an audience of one. Shock rooted me. I couldn' t let them see me break. I backed away, each step a robotic act of will, leaving behind the poison they spoke. Even as I called Mr. Sterling, Olivia' s powerful father, my voice was cold and empty. "The agreement is over. The one that made me your daughter' s husband. It' s finished. Tonight." But Olivia' s mother, desperate to salvage the family name, revealed the dark truth: my marriage was a desperate attempt to break Olivia and Daniel' s "unhealthy" bond. I was just a pawn. She proposed a final, insane test: a yacht trip, an "accident" where Daniel and I would fall overboard, and Olivia would have to choose. I agreed, desperate for a definitive truth. On that boat, with the waves churning, Daniel shoved me. I surfaced, gasping, only to see Olivia frozen, then turning, swimming not to me, but to him. As the dark water pulled me under, her face, filled with belated horror, was the last thing I saw. Ethan Hayes, the architect, was dead. But I survived, pulled from the sea by a stranger, Sophia, who taught me what real love was. I built a new life, a happy life, but Olivia' s obsessed ghost couldn't let me go. I met her to end it, only to have Daniel appear, a bottle of acid in hand. He lunged for me, but Olivia, with a primal scream, threw herself in front of me, taking the caustic spray intended for me. Her screams will haunt me forever. They destroyed each other, leaving me free./0/89018/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d8b58e6b782c5c3fbc72a1d5874e816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left for Dead, Found by Love
My fiancé, tech CEO Cohen Burgess, took me to the city's most exclusive restaurant for our three-year anniversary. Then his high school sweetheart, Kiera, reappeared, claiming amnesia. To help her "recover," Cohen started a viral "100 Dates Challenge" with her, turning their reunion into a national spectacle. I became the villain in their love story. When I objected, Cohen locked me in a wine cellar, knowing my severe claustrophobia. He let Kiera wear my deceased mother's priceless dress, and when she deliberately tore it, he tossed his credit card at me and told me to buy a new one. I finally decided to leave, only to overhear his true plan: he would marry me for my family's status, but keep Kiera as his mistress. I was never his love; I was a beautiful, high-class tool for his ambition. The final act came when Kiera set my room on fire and framed me. Cohen screamed I was a psycho and left me to burn. As the roof collapsed, a stranger kicked down the door. He carried me from the inferno and said, "I'm Case Browning. Your husband."/1/110137/coverorgin.jpg?v=18ec3ab19399c7d5165c9fee02e03eab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
45days With Mr Cold Billionaire
They say tough situations don't last, but tough people do. They are bloody liars, whoever said that. My tough situation didn't make me stronger. It pushed me into the arms of Elias Thorne. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. One of the richest men in the country. And, apparently, my fake husband. I'm just a contract wife. A transaction. He needs me to secure his standing in the company. He hates me and I don't care. I need his money, his influence, his resources, anything to save my mother's and sister's life. Forty-five days. Then I walk away. That was the deal. No love or feelings. Just business. But a penthouse is smaller than it looks. And forced proximity has a way of cracking open doors you swore you locked up. He has his own wounds. His own ghosts. And sometimes, when he looks at me, I swear he's not seeing a contract at all. Forty-five days. Either we walk away untouched. Or we burn./0/64301/coverorgin.jpg?v=b13248b5327e81c864fe985f1a1574ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets of Blackwater Bay
When Emma Hartley inherits her estranged grandmother's mansion in the sleepy coastal town of Blackthorn Bay, she expects to find peace and closure after a string of personal disappointments. But what she uncovers is far more sinister. The grand estate holds dark secrets that her family has kept hidden for generations. As strange, threatening occurrences escalate, Emma begins to suspect that someone-or something-wants her gone. Her only ally is a mysterious and brooding local, Jack Hawthorne, whose past is as clouded as the town's fog-shrouded cliffs. Despite their fiery chemistry, Jack seems to be hiding something of his own. Drawn together by a shared quest for the truth, their blossoming romance is tested by deadly threats and chilling discoveries. In a race against time, Emma must unravel the mansion's haunting secrets before the shadows of her family's past consume her-and everyone she loves./0/85420/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a064baabb5f64efcad95c5526df712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Husband, Unwritten Future
A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head. I woke up in a stark white hospital room, not knowing where I was, or even who I was. Then they came-my adoptive parents, my wife Olivia, and my brother Liam. Instead of concern, their faces were etched with annoyance. They called me Ethan, but the name felt foreign. They spoke about me as if I were furniture, criticizing my "stunts" and how I always sought attention. Olivia, stunning and cold, entered, her eyes reflecting deep dislike. Liam softened instantly for her. Then Olivia spoke, revealing a devastating truth: "The CEO of Reed Tech' s husband tried to kill himself again. It' s humiliating." Worse, whispers from the hallway confirmed it: "She' s in love with his brother." I was married to a woman who despised me, living a pathetic life in a favored brother' s shadow. It was a life of begging for love that was never given. Panic started to build, but then a strange calm washed over me. The amnesia wasn' t a curse; it was a mercy. It was a blank slate, a chance to escape a prison I didn' t remember entering. They thought I was the same weak, desperate Ethan. They were wrong. I wasn't him anymore. I was no one. And I could become anyone. I made a decision, right there in that sterile room, surrounded by people who wished I didn't exist. I would grant them their wish. I reached for the phone. I didn' t call a friend. I called a lawyer. "I need to file for divorce," I said, my voice steady. "And I want to discuss severing ties with my adoptive family." A new chapter was about to begin./0/76816/coverorgin.jpg?v=dba134224f561318e231f645f47ed66c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Life, My Rules
"Voices." That’s how I found Ethan a year ago, online, his deep, calm tones a warm blanket over my introverted self. Today, after months of online chats, my boyfriend was finally coming to meet me in person. My stomach churned with a nervous, hopeful excitement. But then, as if a glitch in my reality, a transparent social media feed flickered into my vision, comments scrolling relentlessly. "LOL, 'vet him.' She means 'steal him.'" "Main Character Brit about to secure the love interest! Sarah who?" They were mocking me, predicting my popular, effortlessly charming roommate, Brit, would steal Ethan. "Girl, this ain't a hallucination. This is the script. You're watching your life's reality show." My excitement shattered. Brit, always the queen to my lady-in-waiting, played her part perfectly, offering syrupy "concern" to check out my "online guy," later even faking an ankle injury just to get Ethan alone. Each comment from "The Feed," each calculated move from Brit, amplified my deepest fear: I was just an average side character, destined to be replaced. Was this my inevitable fate? To watch my love story unfold as a footnote in someone else’s drama? The injustice of it all, this pre-written "script" I was supposed to follow, sparked a cold, determined anger deep within me. No. This was *my* life. And I refused to be a stepping stone. I would not be the loser side character. I would fight for him, fighting back with every clever text, every subtle move to reclaim control, even a strategic lie, to ensure I wrote my own script./0/83230/coverorgin.jpg?v=858672a6fc482ac7cff04e7d8e657a2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Beyond The Limelight
My life finally had harmony. I was a respected indie artist, building a beautiful future with Liam, the kind, steady man who' d helped me pick up the pieces. Then, a ghost from my past went viral: a grainy college video of me and my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Carter, pop royalty now, promising "Maythan Forever." Suddenly, my phone blew up, and his name flashed across the screen. He was back. The internet was demanding a reunion, but I remembered the sting: how Ethan, three years ago, shattered me, calling me "average" as he left me for his new pop-star girlfriend, Brittany. I watched him publicly dismiss our shared history on national TV, only to have Brittany confront me, accusing me of playing games. Then, she brazenly performed my stolen song on live television, a song Ethan had handed her years ago to sabotage my career, ripping open all the old wounds. How could he, after all he' d done, act so clueless, so entitled? And why did it feel like my every step forward was met with a new attempt to drag me back into their drama, to prove I was still just "average"? It wasn't just about music anymore; it was about reclaiming my truth. I knew then: I wouldn't just survive this digital onslaught. I'd stand on that stage, in front of the world, and sing my story, not just for myself, but for every dream they tried to steal. This time, I' d reclaim what was mine, with the full force of my voice./0/58513/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7bd47d88abe193207f98cf5d002063d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
