Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Man Who Valued Money Over Life
For seven years, I was with Blake, my ambitious Silicon Valley boyfriend. He told me he was building a dream, always "testing" my independence to prove I was with him for love, not money. I believed him, working tirelessly to pay my equal share. Then, my mom got critically ill, needing a $2000 scan so urgent it couldn't wait for insurance. I begged Blake for a loan, promising to pay him back, stressing it was a matter of life and death. He coldly refused, hid behind his "principles," and dismissed my desperation as a "test" of my resilience. Three agonizing days later, my mother died. Amidst my grief, a sickening truth began to unravel. Blake wasn't a struggling founder; he was a silent multi-millionaire, secretly lavishing gifts worth hundreds of thousands on another woman. I found texts where he mocked me to his friends, calling my plea a "handout" and my situation "desperate." How could the man I loved and supported for seven years be so monstrous? How could he let my mother die over $2000 he casually spent on jewelry? The betrayal sliced deeper than any knife. But the final twist was the cruelest: Blake secretly owned the coffee shop where I worked for minimum wage. Not only that, he had been systematically diverting my earned bonuses—including a $2000 payment right when I needed it—into his own private account. The money I had *earned* for my mom’s life, he had stolen. That day, my grief turned into an ice-cold rage, and I knew exactly what I had to do./0/22169/coverorgin.jpg?v=90e8f85e558991a0e44dccec4e8a1a8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Pound Of Flesh
After loosing her mother to cancer and having to leave New York, the city she had known all her life for reasons best known to her dad. She hoped for a fresh start and a better future in Boston, where she worked two jobs as she prepares for college. Things took a turn when the godlike man she met at the ice cream shop she worked at turned out to be Mace Hunter, the billionaire cartel leader of the New York City, the Capo Dei Carpi of one of the Biggest crime syndicate in the Mafia World, whom her father owed a large sum of money. Mace being true to the mafia teachings and beliefs, that to forgive is a weakness, took Matilda as payment for the debt owed. Though he had plans to put her to work at one of his prostitution rings to atone for her fathers sin, but fate presented a rare opportunity that turned Matilda fate from a debtor to Mace Hunters contract wife. "Where the heck is my money?" "I will never dream to cross you but if you will just give me a little more time, I will get your money ready for you sir". The inferno boiling inside me, I could have sworn would burn him to the ground with only his ashes as his remains. "I'm not going back without my money and since you can't pay back, I will just have to take my pound of flesh". My pleas fell on deaf ears, as he dragged me out. "Nooooooo Matilda!" Dad kept on screaming my name. can she survive living in the lions den for 2years? will she loose her heart or will he?/0/69413/coverorgin.jpg?v=28264dd45b5cd6ec8f1b300b0b12153f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love In The Boardroom
Sophia Martins never expected her dream promotion to come with many complications, most notably billionaire CEO Alex Monroe. Sophia has kept her secret love for her boss discreet for two years, knowing his firm stance against office romance. But now, thrown together on a crucial project, Sophia's brilliance and charm start to chip away at Alex's walls. Alex must confront his guarded heart and troubled past as sparks fly. Can he take a leap of faith with Sophia, or will his fears keep them apart in the boardroom and beyond?/0/74419/coverorgin.jpg?v=52a6e69580c64c1752541be9bb8fefcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CEO'S WORK MAID
She was meant to be invisible. He made her his obsession. Ava Carter never wanted to work for the infamous Dylan Blackthorn the ruthless billionaire CEO with a hidden life in the underworld. But when desperation forces her to take a job as a maid in his towering estate, she becomes trapped in a world far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Dylan is a man feared by many, respected by all, and untouchable in every way. Cold, calculated, and merciless, he rules both the boardroom and the criminal underworld with an iron grip. But when his eyes land on Ava-the quiet, beautiful maid who dares to defy him-something inside him stirs. She's a puzzle he's determined to solve, a challenge he can't resist. She should fear him. She should run. But the more Ava tries to escape his intoxicating pull, the more he ensnares her in his web of power and possession. In a world where secrets are currency and loyalty is a luxury, Ava must decide: can she survive Dylan's dark fascination, or will she become his greatest weakness? A gripping romance filled with passion, danger, and an undeniable attraction that neither can resist./0/44696/coverorgin.jpg?v=233973f976cbff39241a82147cf77e23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE THRONE
I am an orphan not born of tittle or a good home. My aunt took me in and raised me as a servant in her home until she kicks me out of her house one evening and there my destiny will begin. I was all alone with no purpose and no direction when fate led me to the three princes of our land and the sons of our majesty the king. One of the prince will hate me, another will have sympathy for me and the other one is going to fall in love with me. When all the tricks, lies and politics are over, There is only one seat at the throne and one ruler of the kingdom. And i am going to take that seat./0/84431/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204637&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My High School Sweetheart, Reimagined
The preacher' s voice echoed in the barn as I stood at the altar, ready to marry Jocelyn, my high school sweetheart. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but all I saw was the twisted metal of a Ford Explorer. In another life, our 25th wedding anniversary ended with a phone call: "Your wife... she didn't make it. She wasn't alone, sir. A man was with her. Ryan Scott." The grief was a physical wound, but the betrayal poisoned twenty-five years of my life. Now, miraculously, I was back. Reborn on this very day, given a second chance. Not to fix it, but to end it before it began. "No," I declared, cutting through the vows like a gunshot. Jocelyn' s smile faltered, confusion widening her perfect eyes. A cold fury fueled me as I told her I didn' t love her anymore, then leaped from the loft, limping away from the life of quiet misery I refused to live again. But despite my escape, she kept coming back – cleaning my apartment, charming my parents. It had to be about money, I reasoned, rumors of her family' s debt swirling. I even offered her a financial bailout, demanding she leave me alone. "You think this is about money?" she whispered, tears streaming. "I came back, too! I came back for you!" Her words shattered my carefully constructed reality. She came back, too? Impossible. She collapsed, and I later saw her with Ryan Scott, the man she died with. Rage confirmed my initial suspicions. But then, she found me, telling a story of an entity, a parasite, that controlled her in our past life, leading to the crash. And then, she collapsed again, sick. I finally learned the truth: Glioblastoma. My cancer, from my old life. She had taken my fate. This wasn't just a second chance, but a cosmic correction. And now, reborn again, I stood before her in high school. "Hi," I said, my voice filled with a love that had crossed lifetimes. "I'm Ethan Lester. It's nice to meet you. For the first time. Again."/0/86934/coverorgin.jpg?v=9734f4e3e3d7afbecfc7d9a81b63b370&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Promises, New Beginnings
My fiancé, Liam, and my brother, Ethan, both fell for the same woman, Chloe. One day, Liam was the man I was going to marry. The next, he looked at me like a stranger. At our engagement party, Liam was an hour late. Then, a picture surfaced of him and Chloe eloping. My world crashed down. To make things worse, Chloe, bandage-clad and tearful, dramatically entered, claiming Liam pushed her. Liam and Ethan, completely taken in, turned on me. "It was Ava," whispered Chloe, and Liam shoved me, causing me to fall and hit my head, bleeding on the floor. My own brother stood over them, his back to me. Two days later, Liam and Chloe showed up, accusing me of my own assault, the man I loved defending the woman who had just lied about me. They were convinced I was the villain, while Chloe was the damsel. I was hospitalized days later with a ruptured appendix, but when I called Ethan, he coldly dismissed me, saying I was "being dramatic," too busy bringing Chloe breakfast. The hospital informed me that my own brother had disowned me. How could two men I loved and trusted so completely be so blind, so cruel? How could my brother abandon me, his only sister, for a woman he'd barely known? I survived. I gathered the last of my strength and resolve. I decided then and there that I wouldn't just disappear; I would rebuild myself, piece by painful piece, into someone they wouldn't recognize, and they would live with the consequences of their betrayal forever./0/89437/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dbc144e1ffb9c49d8b7e07f6e16f8ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Miscarriages, Their Dark Secret
For three years, I endured four miscarriages, each a crushing reminder of my failure, while my husband, Axel, played the part of the grieving spouse, whispering comforting words and promising a different outcome next time. This time, it was different. Axel's concern morphed into control, isolating me in our gilded cage, claiming it was for my safety and the baby's, due to the stress of being married to the protégé of Senator Dennis Clarke-my biological father. My trust shattered when I overheard Axel and my adopted sister, Adeline, in the garden. She was holding a baby, and Axel's soft smile, a smile I hadn't seen in months, was directed at them. Adeline's feigned sadness about my "miscarriages" revealed a horrifying truth: my losses were part of their plan to secure Axel's political future and ensure their son, not mine, inherited the Clarke dynasty. The betrayal deepened when my parents, Senator Clarke and Barbara, joined them, embracing Adeline and the baby, confirming their complicity. My entire life, my marriage, my grief-it was all a monstrous, carefully constructed lie. Every comforting touch from Axel, every worried look, was a performance. I was just a vessel, a placeholder. Adeline, the cuckoo in my nest, had stolen everything: my parents, my husband, my future, and now, my children. The realization hit me like a physical blow: my four lost babies weren't accidents; they were sacrifices on the altar of Axel and Adeline's ambition. My mind reeled. How could they? How could my own family, the people who were supposed to protect me, conspire against me so cruelly? The injustice burned, leaving a hollow, aching void. There were no more tears to cry. Only action. I called the hospital and scheduled an abortion. Then, I called my old dance academy, applying for the international choreography program in Paris. I was leaving./0/19979/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b11081d388ca7a685a1abf7ff0952c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Faye
"Caught between two lovers, but which one is real?" Alpha Faye is the only female Alpha to exist, and with that, comes problems. Problems such as secret assassins referred to as Silents that want her dead. To defend her, a Huntsman is hired, however, he can't protect her from a rogue Silent that breaks into her room one night to kill her. When he is caught, she finds herself lured in by the unnamed man, who is on trial for her attempted murder. Even if it means disrupting her relationship with the Huntsman. However, when things begin to change as the masks come off some of Faye's closest allies, she begins to doubt who she can trust. Who has the biggest secret. The Silent, or the Huntsman?/1/101952/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd755cd2ecf42d51da8f70f85eac81eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance
I thought my boyfriend, Dillon, was my knight in shining armor, the one person who saw me in a family that treated me like an intruder. I was wrong. He and his best friend, Ethan, drugged me, took explicit photos, and leaked them to the entire university to shatter my reputation and force me out of their lives. My own mother, more concerned with her social standing, called me a slut and abandoned me. Then, Ethan sent his thugs to corner me in an alley. They humiliated me, assaulted me, and in the struggle, I was stabbed and left for dead. Lying in a hospital bed, I overheard the truth. Dillon's feigned apology was a lie; he was leaving me for his "true love," Erika. Ethan's only regret was that I hadn't died. "You're alone," he sneered. "No one will protect you anymore." He was right. I was alone. But when I returned to the house to pack my things, I discovered the last precious thing I owned-my grandmother's jade bangle-had been stolen. That was the moment something inside me finally broke. Or maybe, it was the moment I was finally pieced back together. They wanted me gone? Fine. But I wouldn't just disappear. I would make them pay for every single tear./0/85839/coverorgin.jpg?v=08a6849b22a774d2f5610c0c415b04d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears a Diamond Ring
The heavy iron gate groaned open, releasing me after seven long years. Dr. Evelyn Reed. Once a brilliant surgeon, now just an ex-con. My husband, David, and our son, Ethan, were there, a beacon of hope in the sharp sunlight. "Evelyn, you' re finally out. Welcome home," David whispered, holding me tight. I thought their love was my lifeline, the one thing that kept me alive. But in a dusty closet, an old voice recorder shattered that illusion. "Dad, didn' t you set her up? Why didn' t you let her stay in jail longer? Seeing her makes Aunt Sarah unhappy." Ethan' s voice, then David' s, stern and unfamiliar. "She deserves everything she got!" My blood ran cold. The evidence against me-medical malpractice, illegal human trials, organ trafficking-it had all been fabricated. David, my own husband, had actively participated. My son, Ethan, had testified against me. My adopted grandfather, dead. My biological parents, publicly disowning me for Sarah, the girl they raised in my place. My career, ruined. My life, a stepping stone for her. The house, once a sanctuary, was a shrine to Sarah, filled with portraits of her painted by David and Ethan – a love and adoration they never showed me. All their affections, all their promises, were a monstrous lie. Overwhelmed, I stumbled upon a forgotten phone number-a promise made in the depths of my despair. My hands shook as I dialed, a quiet whisper sealing my fate. "The time has come to fulfill that promise."/0/27488/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518194203&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alesana rosent
Evelyn Liana's soul occupied the body of the villainess Alesana Rosent. She correct all the mistakes that Alesana Rosent do in the past. And in order to avoid her fate she did avoid the main characters of the novel but she still meet them one by one. There are new faces that showed up, What will she do to avoid her tragic end?/0/56116/coverorgin.jpg?v=72d1f33685a8b6f19ff4c2c5e74cac38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Contract Story
“I have a proposal for you..... a marriage proposal” Adrian stated and Ashleigh could not hide her shock. “I’m sorry? Could you repeat what you said?” she questioned, staring at him like he had two heads. “I am asking you to marry me" Ashleigh Hartman lived a rather ordinary life working as a cleaner at Tixton company in order to save up for school but an unsettling event brings her out to the CEO, Adrian Cagliari. Adrian proposes a marriage contract for six months with Ashleigh Hartman and she has no other choice to accept.... how will the next six months go?/0/47512/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf7b99d61a1b52c3c80891e44a8af48d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
David Wastle's POSSESSIVENESS for his kitten
"Kate, a highly accomplished and dedicated doctor, is a master of self-control in every aspect of her life. Engaged to her medical school sweetheart, she seems to have it all together. Yet, there's an unspoken yearning deep within her. One fateful night, Kate's life takes an unexpected turn when she encounters the enigmatic underworld figure, David Wastle. Their passionate night together awakens something within her that she never knew was missing, setting off a series of events that could change her life forever."/0/71134/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250225100300&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chained To The Ceo's Love
I'm Seraphina Langley, just looking to crash my ex's wedding party-not get caught up in another, more dangerous one. Lucian Devereaux, the cold and secretive CEO, suddenly offers me a contract marriage. I need revenge, he needs an inheritance. It should be simple, but the longer I'm by his side, the harder it is to tell the difference between a deal... and real feelings. This contract has an end. But what if my heart doesn't want to let go?/0/81146/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc5a7164a06a0517d24a4ad35033dd27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Rumors: My Billionaire Savior
I, Sarah King, had loved Ethan Cole since we were kids. He stumbled through his family ranch door, uniform torn, eyes wild, muttering about a strange gas, and collapsed. My medical training kicked in; I held him close, fighting to save his life. The next morning, Brittany Miller, Ethan's childhood crush, burst in, ignoring me completely. She cried about a "dangerous" billionaire, Mr. Harrison, who had "selected" her and begged Ethan to marry her for protection. Still groggy, Ethan looked from Brittany to me, then turned to her, promising marriage. My world tilted; he would marry me out of obligation to save her. When Brittany later "died" and a note blamed me, Ethan's consuming rage turned on me. In front of everyone, he publicly shamed me, accusing me of driving her to her death, destroying my reputation in our small town. The injustice, the utter betrayal, and the public humiliation crushed me, leaving me in a profound darkness. How could he, the man I saved, the man I loved, be so blind, so cruel, and believe such heinous lies? Then, I gasped awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, the sun streaming in. The calendar showed the exact date Ethan returned. It wasn't a dream; it was a memory, a life I had already lived, and I vowed not to live it again. This time, Brittany would be his savior and his wife, and I would willingly offer myself to the fearsome Mr. Harrison in her place./0/83649/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ed6e8360287c686b579b4fc3dd197c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Widow to Warrior
I was just a grieving widow, navigating the unbearable silence left by my husband, Ethan, trying to figure out how to move on with my shattered life. Then, a single knock at my door didn't just alter my morning; it utterly annihilated the fabric of my entire world. His ex-girlfriend, Jessica, stood there, not alone, but with a little boy and a marriage certificate in her hand - a document dated years before mine, proving the gut-wrenching truth: Ethan, the man I adored, was a bigamist. In that instant, everything I thought was ours – my home, our savings, every shared dream for a future – evaporated, legally belonging entirely to her. I was thrown out, stripped of everything save for the clothes on my back, carrying only a permanent limp, a painful, ironic souvenir from the day I' d actually saved his life from a mine collapse. The crushing weight of his betrayal, the searing public shame, and the utter, soul-destroying injustice of it all swiftly became an unbearable burden. My world imploded, swallowed by deceit. Then, a sudden, blinding flash, followed by all-consuming blackness, as a brain aneurysm explosively ended my cheated existence. I died, my life brutally cut short, the ultimate price paid for his monstrous lies. But why me? Why was I the one condemned to such a cruel and undeserved end, while he seemingly escaped consequence? I woke with a violent gasp, the familiar floral pattern of my bedroom wallpaper swimming into sharp focus. My leg still throbbed with a familiar ache, but a far greater terror gripped my heart. The calendar displayed August 14th, 1992. The day before my wedding. I was alive. I was back. And this time, I wouldn't just prevent my own destruction; I' d dismantle his perfect, deceitful life piece by agonizing piece, starting today./0/86152/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b9de2b4bd65c33f1f0df3d29038746a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
