Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Some Things Are Just Meant To Be
The rain hammered against the window, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart as my mother clutched her chest, her breathing shallow. I called 911, but the streets were flooded, and the ambulance was delayed. Desperate, I called my wife, Sarah. Her voice, bright and cheerful over the noisy clatter of plates and loud music, promised to hurry, to be right there. She never came. An hour later, the paramedics arrived, their grim faces confirming what I already knew. She was gone. Hours later, an unfamiliar text buzzed my phone. It was from my friend, Dave. Below his bewildered message was a screenshot that froze my blood: my wife, Sarah, laughing, head thrown back, a wine glass in hand, seated opposite her ex-boyfriend, Mark Wilson, his arm possessively draped around her chair. The timestamp screamed betrayal: an hour after I' d called her, while my mother lay dying, Sarah was at a lavish restaurant with her past. The caption, "Some things are just meant to be," shattered my world. The distracted voice, the turned-off phone, the broken promise-it wasn' t an accident. It was a choice. My grief for my mother, a raw, open wound, was now burning from this fresh betrayal. With trembling hands, I typed two sentences, fueled by pure, distilled pain: "It's over. Don't come home."/0/31011/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c4f6d69ba407562d02283212c9ff04d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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No Longer His To Break
The drug pulsed through my veins, every inch of my body screaming for release, yet my husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face etched with familiar disgust. Just thirty minutes earlier, his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, had forced 99 pills down my throat, challenging me: if Ethan was still repulsed by my 200-pound body, even under the aphrodisiac's influence, I had to sign the divorce papers. Scarlett' s taunt echoed: "I bet even if you strip naked and beg like a dog, he won't touch your two-hundred-pound body!" Consumed by the drug, I sank to the floor, pressing my lips against Ethan' s polished shoes, begging for help, for the man who once swore to protect me. He commanded, cold and devoid of emotion: "Use your mouth. Unbuckle my belt." He promised to help if I complied. My heart, already shattered, splintered as I fumbled with his belt, a memory piercing through the haze: I had endured agonizing experimental treatments, nearly dying, to cure the rare disease that was killing him. He had vowed eternal gratitude, promised to cherish me forever. But the cure had ravaged my metabolism, ballooning my body and his affection dwindled just as fast. Then, his sneer: "You really think I'd touch this? You' re disgusting. Trying to manipulate me with drugs? You' re pathetic." He kicked me away, walking out, leaving me to burn while Scarlett posted a triumphant selfie with him: "He's mine. Alone." I was just a placeholder, a life-saving tool that had outlived its usefulness. The fire inside raged, but a chilling resolve hardened. I wouldn't die here. A numb voice whispered: "I will erase Ava Miller, the hopeful artist, the loving wife, the pathetic, two-hundred-pound woman begging on the floor. I will leave this life behind and become someone else. Someone powerful."/0/75785/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Space Between Us.
Leighton Moore is a passionate architect with her eyes on the prize- win the bid, build her legacy, and keep emotions out of the equation. Ezra Collins, once a world-traveling photographer, is trying to lay down roots and rebuild after a devastating loss. A chance meeting during a delayed flight turns into one unforgettable night wandering the streets of Seattle, sharing stories, dreams, and a connection neither expected. But they part ways without last names or phone numbers- just a memory. When fate throws them together again on opposite sides of a major city project, Leighton and Ezra must decide if their chemistry is a distraction... or the very thing they both need to move forward. Because sometimes love doesn't wait for perfect timing-it finds you in the in-between./0/18682/coverorgin.jpg?v=880056fa2337c7194959aee1307273c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Order From CEO: Stay With Me
Shelly had always had a crush on Harry, ever since the third grade. However, their love story started with her as a honey trap. To carry out her aunt’s plan for revenge, Shelly got close to Harry and made him fall in love with her. When he found out the truth, he ruined the engagement party and made her pay for her betrayal. He did love her, but when he was overwhelmed by all the conspiracies, hatred drowned out whatever love was in his heart./0/25171/coverorgin.jpg?v=c053e3dac855e4a21a19ffa4e4e71772&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO Daddy, Don't Go Too Far
Six years ago, she ran away from her misfortune, but then fell into another one, she had sex with a man who was drunk at that night, then she escaped. Six years later, she was "sold" to that man's group by three children! "Corrine, I heard that the father of your three children is dead? Come, give me an explanation." He asked coldly, his look was gloomy. "That's right, and it was me who buried him." Corrine answered, she smiled and blinked her eyes slightly, pretending to be innocent. "Oh, Are you sure? So who was that guy last night?" He asked and smiled grimly. When a cold person met a cunning person, who could be the winner? Who was the master of love and who could capture the other person's heart? Let's see who was the winner./0/47558/coverorgin.jpg?v=58af8093ba0ad79b6271b913a9abef73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Desires: You're Mine Forever
Norene, who had always been so uptight, let loose when Carsten walked into her life. Carsten had never been so out of control, but he found himself being swayed by his unchecked desires for Norene. It was all supposed to be a game of no strings, which was their unspoken pact. But when the game ended and Norene left holding another man's hand, Carsten realized that he was no longer pulling the strings. It was as if something had been stolen from him. Unable to get her off his mind, Carsten watched her every day. He soon found himself wanting to be under control again. Let the real game begin.../1/101741/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e68e5fe6fcfe3de5f7b77332e2b1d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashton's Betrayal, Her Unyielding Vengeance
I spent a decade as Ashton Maxwell' s shadow, building his empire and warming his bed, only for him to announce his engagement to a senator's daughter right in front of me. When assassins struck that night, he didn't just choose her; he used my body as a human shield against a grenade and then shot me himself to prove his loyalty to her family. I survived, reinvented myself as Grecia Munoz, and returned to burn his world to the ground, eventually forcing him to hand over his entire empire in a desperate plea for forgiveness. He promised to disappear so I could find peace with a kind doctor named Garrick. But Ashton' s definition of love was a sickness. To "protect" me from what he called a weakness, he secretly destroyed Garrick' s career and reputation, driving the only innocent man I ever loved to jump off a bridge. He thought this would drive me back into his arms, into the safety of the monster he created. Instead, I drove to the Hamptons, to the pristine dream home he had built for our future. He knelt before me, begging for understanding, claiming he did it all for us. I didn't offer forgiveness. I raised the pistol he had once given me, aimed at the heart I had already broken, and ended the nightmare once and for all./0/38149/coverorgin.jpg?v=451710b6406853a867ed1d91c4d6a474&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billionaire's Minx
A BILLIONAIRE'S MINX. Blurb When I was fifteen years old I fell in love, he was a walking wet dream and for a teenage girl that was only learning to control her hormones, he was Death. I grew up in a religious household, my grandfather was a catholic pastor and so we were raised on a biblical perspective but somehow I always galloped more to worldly things. I was taught no cussing, no deception, and certainly no fucking a hot boy you just met two weeks ago, but- I loved him. I wanted to love him in all the ways I could, and I think he too loved me because he always promised forever. Somehow forever lasted short, I ended up in the wrong hands, terrible hands. I saw some bad things and did worse, my perception of life was ruined long ago now I have nothing, nothing but scars and demons. I had long forgotten about him, but years later, he crashes into my life, and he's married. His wife, making me an unwelcome proposal, and him, making me feel like the indistinguishable stupid girl I was seven years ago. However I'm no longer her, and he isn't the same eighteen-year-old I lied to, he breathes power and seduction that can be seen from miles away. All I want is to get my life in order but with my past feelings and demons resurfacing, I know one thing for sure, I am screwed. We both are. Caelum thinks he is the only fiend in my story, yet there's a far bigger demon lurking in the dark, and no matter how many times he goes hunting, he won't find it, the demon hides in the most open places and the longer Caelum searches for it, the more broken he will be when he encounters it. ~ This is a story about two star-crossed lovers who get separated by a series of unfortunate events but life gives them a second chance, with him married and her running from her demons, can they make it work?/0/82923/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b5da47fab21309d2fb63daa16fffa5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
100 Reasons to Vanish
My life with Ethan was a fairytale. Diamonds cut like stars, a library wing, a best-selling book titled "100 Reasons Mia Hayes is the Center of My World"-he built a universe around me, declaring me his guide. I was his everything, or so I believed. Then, I found it. A hidden folder on his home office computer. Images of Ethan and a young woman, Skyler Reed, sickeningly intimate and explicit. My carefully constructed world shattered, a thousand glittering pieces falling around me. The betrayal was a physical blow, colder than any frost. Every grand gesture, every loving declaration, now felt like a cruel joke, a meticulously crafted lie designed to blind me. I remembered my one rule for us, whispered years ago: "If you ever truly lie to me, if you break that trust, I will walk away. And you will never find me again." He had laughed then, promising I was his universe. Now, his universe was a lie. A cold dread seeped into my bones. The fear, long buried, clawed its way up my throat. How could I have been so blind? So utterly naive? Was everything just a performance for his audience, for my adoration? The profound humiliation burned hotter than anger. But amidst the wreckage, a chilling clarity emerged. My world was destroyed, yes, but I was not. The decision was instant. Cold. Clear. I picked up the burner phone I'd bought months ago, a nagging unease I'd dismissed as paranoia. "It's Amelia Hayes," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "I need to activate the Disappearance Protocol. Immediately."/0/80003/coverorgin.jpg?v=84ee737ccde7a20021923423e196d0e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Secret Journal
I was Olivia Miller, a New York socialite trapped in a cold, arranged marriage to Ethan Cole, a man I utterly despised. My indifference turned to cruel disdain at a charity gala, where I mocked him as he was drugged. His quiet suffering and eventual death, ironically, came after he selflessly saved my family's company. Only then, grief-stricken by a car crash, did I discover his secret journal, a heartbreaking revelation of his hidden, unwavering love for me. I woke up years earlier, back at that same gala – a second chance! But Ethan, too, remembered my past cruelty. He was cold, distant, and brought a doppelgänger into our home, showering her with affection to punish me. He relentlessly pursued a divorce, making me experience the crushing agony of rejection I'd once inflicted. Why had fate granted me a do-over, only for him to hate me so fiercely? My desperate pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. I finally understood his pain, but his indifference was an insurmountable wall. The bitter irony consumed me: I finally loved him, but he wanted me gone. I eventually died again, tragically sacrificing myself for my family’s name. Yet, death wasn't the end. I woke up *again*, five years before our arranged marriage, armed with foresight. This time, my mission is clear: save my family, dismantle the threats to our legacy, and, maybe, just maybe, reclaim the heart of the man whose memories of me are forever tainted./0/86492/coverorgin.jpg?v=90193acdbdfb70dfa0a019e26246d5f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, A Million Lies
The phone buzzed, a jarring sound, and it was Liam. His voice, once a comfort, was now a broken mess, choked out words about losing everything in a high-stakes poker game-including his grandma' s house. I abandoned my college dreams, moved to the coast, and spent five grueling years as a nightclub hostess, saving every dollar to pay off his million-dollar debt. But then, the final payment made, I overheard a conversation. It wasn' t a mistake. It was a five-year-long, cruel game orchestrated by Liam and my high school rival, Ashley Thompson, to punish me for being a scholarship student who always came first. Heartbreakingly, a familiar voice, his, dripped with malice: "It was Ashley's idea. She wanted to punish her. And I owed Ashley a favor." My world tilted. The love, the sacrifice, all a twisted lie. When I confronted him, his voice, stripped of pretense, confirmed my worst fears, "You gave them. Don't pin your bad choices on me. You liked being the hero, didn't you?" Later, Ashley came to my door, demanding a five-million-dollar necklace as "repayment" for my academic success, threatening my ailing mother. Then, a "staged" car accident left me bruised, and Liam, ever the actor, rushed me to the ER, only to abandon me for Ashley' s dinner reservation. My mother, manipulated by Ashley' s lies, died tragically trying to escape the nursing home. Liam, once again, dismissed my grief as an inconvenience. I couldn't fathom the depths of their depravity. Why me? Why such calculated cruelty? What kind of monster would use love as a weapon and sacrifice an innocent life for a twisted game? With nothing left but a box of ashes and a broken heart, I booked a one-way ticket to the UK, determined to reclaim my life, to find out who Chloe Davis truly was beyond their game./0/90061/coverorgin.jpg?v=0db838eba61e4d225939ac57263ee381&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him
y mother was in the hospital after a nasty dog bite, so I called my fiancé, Cohen. He was supposed to be my rock. Instead, I got annoyance. He was in Aspen, on a ski trip with my best friend, Hillary. "What do you want me to do? Fly back right now?" he snapped, before hanging up to get back to the "perfect snow." The dog, it turned out, was Hillary's. The bite on my diabetic mother's leg quickly developed into a raging infection. I texted Cohen an update, telling him she was getting worse, that they were talking about surgery. He didn't call back. Instead, Hillary's Instagram story updated: a photo of her and Cohen, cheeks flushed from the cold, smiling in front of a fireplace. The caption was a single heart emoji. While they were sipping hot chocolate, my mother went into septic shock. As I sat alone in the grim hospital waiting room, staring at my silent phone, I knew he had already made his choice. He had chosen a vacation. He had chosen my best friend. He had left my mother to die all alone. She passed away at 3:17 AM. I held her hand until it grew cold, then walked out into the gray dawn. I wasn't just grieving. I was done. I was going to erase myself from his world and burn everything to the ground./0/42367/coverorgin.jpg?v=b06ef1e32251f1f744e385c4035e56df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming The Arrogant Billionaire
Her laughter cascaded through the air, a seductive melody that intertwined with her mischievous gaze. "You underestimate yourself, Nathan. Behind that haughty mask lies a man consumed by desires he can't control." His eyes smoldered with a mixture of longing and determination, stepping closer, he drew her into his embrace, their bodies pulsating with an electric current. His voice, a velvet caress, dripped with untamed sensuality. "You're playing with fire, Brixlee. But know this, I always emerge victorious." . . Nathan Grey is a powerful and wealthy businessman known for his commanding presence. When Brixlee, a humble country girl, embarrasses him at a fancy party, Nathan's wounded pride fuels a strong desire for revenge. Little does he know that seeking vengeance won't be straightforward. Determined to make Brixlee pay for her audacity, Nathan devises a clever plan. With the support of his friends Lucas and Thor, he proposes a bet that requires him to get close to the mysterious Brixlee. As the stakes rise, Nathan embarks on a journey filled with unexpected challenges and surprising discoveries. As the story unfolds, Nathan finds himself caught in a tangle of love and passion, where the rules of the game blur and desires become entwined. Balancing his quest for revenge with growing emotions he can't deny, he must confront a startling truth – sometimes, winning the game means losing what truly matters. In the midst of this dangerous game of love, where trust is fragile and hearts are vulnerable, Nathan and Brixlee must navigate a treacherous path. Will they surrender to the irresistible connection between them? Or will their hidden secrets and unfulfilled desires bring them crashing down, leaving them both vulnerable and broken? "Taming Mr. Arrogant" is a captivating tale of passion, redemption, and the tumultuous dance between two souls who must confront their vulnerabilities to find genuine happiness. Brace yourself for a captivating story that challenges conventional notions of love and leaves you yearning for more./0/23549/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf917a234b204e5e37f1e2a7be299c85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shower Of Love
They loved each other but never expressed their feelings. They again met ten years later and got married but he abandoned her after the wedding. When she went to him to take her rights, he sent her behind the bars and was about to marry his love. Why did he marry her and send her behind the bars? To know, read the story/0/45936/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a77328f96f40f222ab73de99cba5183&imageMogr2/format/webp)
IN LOVE WITH MY KIDNAPPER
Ruby Birschoff's perfect, extravagant life takes a drastic turn that she wasn't expecting when one rebellious action of hers gets her kidnapped by her father's past enemy. Raymond Reed a ruthless mafia ring leader has been waiting for over two decades to get at Lawrence Birschoff for betraying him when he needed him the most. Ruby's extravagant life is cut short by Raymond as she's kidnapped, and Raymond doesn't know Ruby is not a girl he can tame. Love as they say, us found is the oddest situations. What happens next? Only one way to find out!!/0/81301/coverorgin.jpg?v=57f49ee9ea4d25a49b0d4c97cc930885&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend, My Wife, My Betrayal
As an Austin IT guy, I bore the crushing guilt of my supposed infertility, convinced I was failing my influencer wife, Jess, and her dream of a family. Our marriage had grown cold, dominated by her career, and the weight of my perceived inadequacy was immense. But then, I stumbled upon a secret: birth control pills hidden in Jess's bag. My world tilted, the carefully constructed narrative of our life starting to crack. Jess tearfully confessed to using them for career reasons, skillfully manipulating my guilt over my "condition" documented by an acquaintance nurse, Sarah. I reluctantly accepted, but a chilling suspicion had taken root. Soon after, I found items belonging to my best friend, David, tucked away in Jess' s room - strange for a place she claimed was exclusively hers. The truth burst open when my hidden camera caught them: Jess and David, intimately involved, proving my betrayal was deeper than I imagined. Then, Sarah, consumed by guilt, confessed it all: Jess' s infertility report was fake, there was no miscarriage, and she' d had an abortion long before, fearing it would derail her career. My entire life had been built on their elaborate lies. The betrayal escalated from emotional manipulation to outright attempted murder. Jess drugged me and tried to drown me in a staged car accident, only for Sarah to miraculously save me. Witnessing Jess and David celebrating my "death" on my phone ignited a pure, incandescent rage. Every ounce of my fabricated guilt vanished, replaced by an urgent need for justice. My innocent confusion was gone. I knew now: I wouldn't be their victim any longer. This IT guy was about to turn the tables and expose every single one of their heinous secrets./0/78381/coverorgin.jpg?v=f620c797544ca816bf4fbb6dd3c6c875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ISABELLA (THE NIGHT THAT RUINED ME)
She was just a girl who wanted her fairytale wedding night. Isabella got engaged to Xavier Gustavo, her long term crush, but she was a poor country side girl, her world is totally different from that of Xavier. Getting into the Guastovo family was not all roses as she thought, she was constantly maltreated and humiliated by the Guastovo's whenever Xavier was absent. The night came, the night that ruined everything for her as she fell victim to circumstances, leading to an unwanted pregnancy two days to her wedding. She was abandoned at the alse by Xavier in front of the press as he couldn't keep to his promise of standing by her, at of humiliation of being gested as the abandoned bride she decided to commit suicide vowing to come back as a wealthy heiress in her next life but was Saved by an unknown.... She's back, no longer as Isabella Santos the poor wretched girl but now as Mrs Bella Houston most popular and wealthy model, she swore to get back at the Gustavo's for hurting her....../0/37176/coverorgin.jpg?v=a46a9e49fb14b642f136fce56f0f0c05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpected (English)
Darren Conte is rich, famous, spoiled and an asshole. He's your typical popular guy and not to mention that he's a playboy too. One day, he met a girl that made his life miserable. She crashed her motorcycle to his brand new car, she then managed to slap him in front of a lot of people and not to mention he's going to be her mentor. He hates her but can't help to think about her multiple times a day./0/21278/coverorgin.jpg?v=36e57749ee43791d87799d0708efd612&imageMogr2/format/webp)
