Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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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./0/86550/coverorgin.jpg?v=222226cc5686b8c4229b7e9d0aa1f857&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Love, Deadly Revenge
I used to believe my life with Liam Miller was a fairy tale, a future filled with hope and love. Then, six months into my pregnancy, at a corporate party meant to celebrate our impending engagement, a video of our most intimate moment flashed across a giant screen, broadcast to hundreds. My world didn' t just crumble; it exploded. My mother, in a frantic call after seeing an anonymous text exposing the horror, died in a car crash rushing to me. My father, seeing the shame and grief on my face, succumbed to a cerebral hemorrhage. Why? All of it, a brutal revenge meticulously planned by the man I loved, fueled by a twisted lie about my mother' s past. Five years later, stripping away my dignity as a cocktail waitress, I finally found the leverage I needed. My son, the last piece of my shattered heart, needed a miracle-a bone marrow transplant I couldn' t afford. Liam was a match. He would be my unwitting savior, or so I hoped./0/51834/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0e87ba40c25db9b56e272c614b3cbe0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Billionaire's Contract Wife
A conspiracy by her best friend led to Shirley losing her first time to a strange man. The once-sweet relationship was ruthlessly destroyed by her boyfriend. "Since you are carrying my child, let's get married. It just happens that I don't love you, and you don't love me either," Mr. Billionaire said heartlessly. He threw a contract on the table, saying, "We are just contract spouses." They got secretly married. None of their colleagues knew that Shirley was the wife of their CEO, and they envied why Mr. Billionaire treated this little assistant so specially. Just as Shirley was about to relax, she unexpectedly found out that the man who signed the contract completely ignored her resistance and declared to the whole world that she belonged to him. "What are you trying to do?" "My dear wife, I love you! Let's have another child."/0/20038/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef8736850be670c1934713c08bbc041c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hide&Seek
Sam Edward Every time when I remember you I hate myself for loving you its been years,I can't forget you but I want you to suffer the pains that I gone through ..... . . . . you have two options Marry me or let her die Liya Mathew I'm afraid to face you I'm regretting each and every seconds for not believing in you its been years now my love for you increasing but I know the hatred you have for me . . I accept his proposal eventhough it is with hate and without love,im accepting this not in order save her its because I want to be with you Sam one is hiding (love)and the other seeking (love) One is with so much love whereas the other is with hate, will see how destiny plays the game of hide &seek between this love and hate ?? do you think will love win this hide and seek game ??/0/90119/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbaf3b4b53db817f30ca7de77d64a18b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His First Love, My Last Goodbye
The world came back in a blur of twisting metal and the horrifying screech of tires. One moment, we were driving. The next, a truck had run the red light. In the passenger seat, my head throbbing, I watched my boyfriend, Adrian, scramble to comfort his first love, Cassie, who was crying in the backseat. He didn't even glance back at me, his girlfriend of five years, as he helped her out of the wrecked car. Paramedics arrived. Through the haze of pain, I watched Adrian hover over Cassie, refusing to leave her side for a second. It was like I wasn't even there anymore. He didn't remember my birthday, never knew my favorite food, and never cared that I was allergic to the flowers he bought for me, the same ones Cassie loved. I had been a side character in their love story, a placeholder until the real star of his life returned. I had been obsessed with Adrian Payne, but it wasn't love; it was a sickness, a trauma bond I had mistaken for devotion. Why did I do that? Why did I let him mold me into someone so submissive, so unlike myself? It felt like I was being controlled by some invisible force, a plot that wasn't my own. The spell was broken. The obsession vanished. All that was left was a cold, empty feeling and a sudden, desperate longing for someone else: Kellen Campos, my childhood sweetheart, the boy I had left behind five years ago. I booked the first flight to New York./0/74221/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Faceless Idol
Ricky Lim, the enigmatic half-Korean, half-Chinese heartthrob, stood confidently on stage, his voice soaring as he belted out Moonlight Pitch's hit song. As the main vocalist, most followed member, and visual of the group, Ricky's captivating presence electrified the crowd. Yet, despite his fame, Ricky's face remained a mystery, hidden behind a mask that sparked both curiosity and intrigue. Only his parents had ever seen his unmasked face, and the world could only speculate about the secrets he kept hidden. Some whispered that his breathtaking handsomeness could leave fans weak in the knees, while others wondered if there was more to the mask than met the eye. In a world where idols were worshipped, Ricky's mystique had captivated the hearts of millions. Among them was Lily Campbell, a bright-eyed 21-year-old who had been hopelessly devoted to Ricky since Moonlight Pitch's debut. Little did she know, their lives were about to intersect in unexpected ways.../0/20687/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5a99fb8485112517231c14cb3f85bd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Boss' Accident Wife
Damien Griffin is rich, powerful, and ruthless mafia boss while Yesha Sanchez is just an average woman who's unemployed. In due course, Yesha was accidently involved in a private mafia transaction. Damien was furious because of her sudden appearance at their transaction and he opted to kill her but because of an interesting reason he didn't do it. How far will there story go?/1/110235/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d5a040e14526665e73ad129f30cb5eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers
"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]/0/21336/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbcb6fe6791f9d19c77196ebfb03bbf6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fire-Bringer
Normal, average 21-year-old human girl Lottie Chang is an oddity in a world filled with supernatural beings. Everything changes as soon as she meets three-thousand-year-old Marcus Hollister, a vampire looking to secure his own base of power. Though Marcus meant to court Lottie's pureblood vampire best friend, it is Lottie who catches his attention and drives his obsession. As the two of them spend more time together, Lottie's latent powers are activated. Lottie had never believed she was anything special, but as the last living Fire Elemental in her universe, she is suddenly on everyone's wish list. Desperate for allies, she must learn to trust Marcus who may have ulterior motives for pursuing her./1/120293/coverorgin.jpg?v=214fa6543dd6b189b574f84f81ecea3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Framed Wife's Comeback
Athena Barnes loved her billionaire husband, Armond Solomon, more than life itself. But he repaid that love by handing her divorce papers and accusing her of murdering his mistress and their unborn child. He didn't just want a separation; he wanted her completely destroyed. He bankrupted her father's legacy, orchestrated a humiliating public arrest at the mistress's funeral, and sent Athena to a brutal prison for five years. In that hellhole, her elegant right hand was mangled, leaving her with a severed pinky and a roadmap of grotesque scars. She survived the nightmare for only one reason: the secret son she gave birth to behind bars. Five years later, she was finally free, living quietly in a shabby apartment with her little boy. But the billionaire found them. He broke down her door, visibly horrified when he saw her mutilated hand, yet he still used his immense wealth to legally snatch her son away. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so ruthlessly blind, tearing apart her life again over a beautifully crafted lie. "He wants to fight with his rules, his power, his money. Fine." Athena watched the Rolls-Royce take her son away, but the tears had burned out long ago. She put on her only good suit, grabbed her keys, and drove straight to the heart of his empire, Solomon Tower. It was her turn to play, and she was going to use a hidden weapon he knew nothing about./0/21985/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8fb0f662233e9f7bdc67a3f71e70138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Trapping My Billionaire Boss
Amanda, a hardworking maid at a prestigious New York hotel, never expected her life to take a dramatic turn. What happens when she crosses paths with Chris Montenegro, heir to the biggest hotel chain in the country, a total ladies' man and not to mention, he is also her boss. What happens when her ex-boyfriend storms in on the two of them and knocks him out? In an attempt to save her job, she cares for him throughout the night. But there might be a problem, he wakes up with a splitting headache with no memory of the previous night, not to mention, she is laying next to him half naked. He thinks of her as a floozy who is only after his money and fires her from her job. What happens when the two of them meet again two weeks later and she spits out the words: "I'm pregnant." This might lead to many problems she never expected, not to mention, a shot at falling in love. Will Amanda and Chris find a way to navigate their complicated relationship, or will secrets tear them apart? Can true love ever survive amongst so many lies?/0/73248/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b18b489f06a47f7edadcb08091c371&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell with Roman
Seven years ago, Layla ruled. The Queen Bee of university life, she toyed with hearts-until Roman. He was supposed to be just another conquest, the quiet engineering student who didn't care about her games. But when she made him fall, she never expected to fall harder. Then everything shattered. Layla left him broken, and just days later, his little sister died alone. Now, Roman is no longer the bookish boy she knew-he's a ruthless billionaire, powerful, untouchable... and out for revenge. When Layla, drowning in debt and desperation, seeks his help, he offers her a deal: five years as his. His to command. His to break. She refuses. Roman smirks. Then you're not desperate enough yet. But when she has no other choice, Layla signs away her freedom, stepping into a game of obsession, pain, and something far more dangerous-old desires that refuse to die. He swore he'd ruin her. She swore she'd never love him again. But the past has secrets, and when they surface, neither will ever be the same. In a battle of love and vengeance, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all./0/79737/coverorgin.jpg?v=99d17e43181ac55ea16d60112d93fa9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fiance to Fury: The Gala Betrayal
My Napa estate glowed under the California sun. The Aura Foundation gala was meant to be my legacy, a chance to pour my tech success into something truly meaningful. My fiancé, Brandon Maxwell, was the charming, supportive partner by my side, or so I thought. Then the encrypted email arrived, a grainy photo of Brandon with another woman, Cassandra Rourke, a notorious PR shark. The caption chilled me to the bone: "He's not who you think." My heart hammered, a cold dread spreading through me like poison. This couldn't be real; Brandon loved me, didn't he? But then I remembered the hushed calls, the gifts bought with my cards, the subtle isolation from friends. I overheard him at a pre-gala dinner, his voice low and conspiratorial, calling me "clueless" and this gala "a goldmine." He laughed about how I trusted him completely, how he'd urged me to hire Cassandra's firm. Devastation hit me like a physical blow. My world shattered when I later found their vile texts and photos on his iPad, mocking my naivete. "Evie's so naive, thinks this gala is about charity. It's about us, baby." Even as I bled from a shattered decanter, he worried about the cost, not my injury. He gaslighted me, telling me he loved me, yet defended his mistress publicly when she attacked me. He watched me walk away, believing I was broken, that he had won. I was branded the unstable, jealous woman, while he and his mistress paraded their "love." Whispers followed me, painting me as a "psycho" ruining her own event. I felt a profound shift, the naivete burning away, replaced by a cold fire. I was no longer the victim, but the architect of my own ending. The gala would indeed be unforgettable, but not in the way they imagined./0/86226/coverorgin.jpg?v=c05baa9d67eca0390f116a3d8084fae6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Unveiling
The plane descended, and a familiar sense of accomplishment swelled in me. Three months of hotel rooms and construction sites were finally over. I' d just closed the biggest deal of my architectural career in Tokyo, and now, all I could think of was Liam. It was his birthday, and my early return was a secret, a surprise I couldn' t wait to unveil. I clutched the vintage watch for him in my carry-on, imagining his joyful face, picturing us finally back home. But the solid oak door to my sanctuary, my apartment, met me with a sharp, negative beep. Denied. I frowned. My worn fingers fumbled, I must be tired. I typed our anniversary code again, slowly, precisely. Beep. Red light. Denial. A cold unease crept up my spine. This was my home, my code. Liam wouldn' t prank me, especially since he didn' t know I was coming. Then, just as I reached for my phone, the door swung open. A heavy slam to the side of my head. Pain exploded. The world tilted. A young woman, maybe early twenties, stood in my doorway, holding one of my own art books. "Who the hell are you?" she shrieked, panicked, a delicate, handcrafted silver gingko leaf hairpin tucked into her messy blonde hair. My hairpin. I stumbled past her, into my apartment, and the world fell away. My minimalist, elegant space was gone, replaced by a nightmare of vibrant pink and fluffy textures. Cheap pop star posters covered my walls. My custom Italian leather sofa was replaced by a lumpy, glittery monstrosity. The air reeked of cheap perfume and burnt sugar. My home office was a makeup room. My blueprints, my life's work, shoved into a corner, stained and crumpled. My mother' s priceless antique lace wedding dress, wine-stained. Torn photos of Liam and me, our memories, scattered in the trash. "Get out!" Chloe shrieked, shaking my arm. "This is my home! Liam will be back any minute!" Liam. The name was a key, unlocking a torrent of horrifying possibilities. Then, her sleeve slid back, revealing a sleek, modern watch with a distinctive blue face. The men' s version of the matching couple' s watches I'd bought for Liam' s birthday, still gift-wrapped in my luggage. My eyes scanned the unrecognizable living room. My gallery wall of our life together was gone. In its place: Liam and Chloe kissing under the Eiffel Tower, on a boat, at a family barbecue with his parents. Every single picture of me was gone. I had been erased. "I hope you like what I' ve done with the place," Chloe purred, her voice brimming with proud ownership. "Liam said the old style was so cold and impersonal. He loves how warm and cozy it is now. He says it finally feels like a real home." Each word was a deliberate blow, telling me I was inadequate, replaced. She picked up a framed photo of them. "Liam was so tired of everything being so perfect and professional. He needed someone to just… take care of him. A soft place to land." The implication was clear: I, with my career and independence, was his stress. She, this cloying woman, was his "soft place." For a moment, I felt nothing but a vast, hollow emptiness./1/131000/coverorgin.jpg?v=527ebb4c4f2dd53c96f861a6a136aa27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hockey King's Coveted Billionaire Heiress
For three years, I played the role of a poor, devoted girlfriend, pulling all-nighters to analyze hockey stats and custom-tune skates just to keep my boyfriend, Dedric, on the varsity team. Then I overheard him laughing in the locker room with his frat brothers. He told them he was just using me for free labor and planned to toss me aside for a wealthy heiress once his family's sports sponsorship deal went through. "When I lock down Edwina, the stray goes back to the gutter," he sneered. "Even after I dump her, she'll still hand over her tactical models on her knees." When I kicked the door open and dumped him on the spot, he lost his mind. He threatened to blacklist me from every athletic program in the country, screaming that I was a penniless parasite who was absolutely nothing without the Salas family name. His new heiress girlfriend even tried to humiliate me in public, mocking my clothes and accusing me of stealing. They actually believed I was a desperate charity case clinging to their mediocre wealth. They had no idea that the revolutionary skate technology keeping their entire family business afloat was secretly patented by me. Nor did they know my real identity. I didn't shed a single tear. I just packed my bags, blocked his number, and got into the midnight-black Maybach sent by my uncle. It was time to stop playing house in the student slums and show them who really owned the ice./0/83955/coverorgin.jpg?v=0197f6b07bbfd37eadec514c859b80df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Apologies, Andrew
My husband, Andrew, a promising politician, asked me for a divorce for the eighth time. It was always the same drill: his 'childhood best friend,' Gabby, would throw a tantrum, threaten his mayoral campaign, and he' d oblige, promising to "fix it later." This time, the exhaustion was bone-deep, but when we sat in our lawyer' s office, something felt different. Chloe, the paralegal, grimly asked if she should schedule the reconciliation filing for next month, as usual. "There won't be a next time," I heard myself say, shocking even myself. But Andrew, ever the politician, just gave a weak, placating excuse about calming Gabby, just like always. Later, I walked into our brownstone to find Gabby and Andrew in the kitchen, laughing amidst a flour-dusted mess. My obsessively neat husband, covered in flour, asked if I could whip up Gabby's favorite coq au vin. "No," I said, a word that felt foreign on my tongue. Andrew' s face flushed; he shoved me, then dragged me by the arm and locked me in the dusty pantry, telling me I' d stay there until I learned to be "a supportive wife." Hours later, Gabby opened the door, sneered, and drenched me with a bucket of ice water. Something inside me, long dormant, snapped. I lunged, swung the empty bucket, and caught her head with a dull thud. Andrew rushed in, saw Gabby crying, grabbed a handful of my wet hair, and roared, "You crazy bitch! Apologize to her, or get the hell out of my house right now!" "Okay," I said, pulling out my phone. He looked confused. "Okay, what?" "Okay, I'll get out." I finally dialed Wesley, my old architecture mentor, the man Andrew had demanded I cut out of my life years ago. "Wesley?" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Can you... can you come get me?" He didn' t ask why. "Send me the address. I'm on my way." This time, there was no turning back./0/84604/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8d31123164936f3727d34ce6c7c1915&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Regent's Secret
The world was a blur of pain, and Kael, my fierce protector, was there to sweep me into his arms, just like always. He was my anchor, the man whose life was bound to mine by a rare, ancient Soul-Link—a sacrifice I'd made without a second thought to save him from poison years ago. I trusted him with my life, literally. Then I saw her. First in a terrifying nightmare, then in Kael's study, a cloaked figure handing him a mysterious ornate box. Her cold, regal eyes haunted my waking thoughts, but Kael swore I was dreaming, soothing my fears with familiar warmth and a tangible clue about my missing sister, Seraphina. He couldn't be lying, not when our very souls were linked. My trust shattered when I saw Lyra again, stepping out of a gilded carriage, announcing her engagement to Kael. They'd been engaged for years, uniting two powerful families. I was nothing but a temporary amusement, a pet he'd picked up. His betrayal sent a searing pain through my chest, amplified by the Soul-Link—a physical manifestation of my broken heart. How could he cause me such profound emotional agony, yet share my physical pain so deeply? The contradiction tore me apart. He looked at me with genuine worry, yet continued to lie, continuing this elaborate deception. Why? What was this bond to him? Just a burden? I found my answer, not in his words, but in the truth. The man with Lyra was his twin brother, a calculated deception to manage his political life. I wasn't just a secret; I was a fully separate life he was living. My heart shattered. I learned then that the "medicine" he gave me daily wasn't a cure for the Soul-Link's pain, but a slow poison, ensuring my dependence, my control. He blamed me for the link, twisting my sacrifice into a curse. So I ended it, plunging a letter opener into my own heart, severing the Soul-Link, and sending him an agonizing final message of shared oblivion./0/43399/coverorgin.jpg?v=d596bfa42ddedb4c89fa988633bd7097&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion And Secrets: A Billionaire's Love Story
In the dazzling metropolis of New York City, billionaire businessman Alex Hamilton lives a life of opulence and success. When fate leads him to the struggling artist Mia Summers, their worlds collide in a passionate and steamy affair that defies all expectations. Drawn to Mia's raw talent and beauty, Alex offers her the opportunity of a lifetime to showcase her artwork in his prestigious gallery. As they venture into a world of luxury and extravagance, the magnetic pull between them becomes undeniable. But beneath the glittering surface lies a shocking secret from Alex's past that threatens to unravel the love they've found. Mia must confront her doubts and fears, torn between trusting him with her heart and protecting herself from potential heartbreak. Amidst the disapproval of their families and the relentless gossip of the media, Alex and Mia's love is put to the ultimate test. Can they overcome the barriers that society places in their path? Will they find the courage to trust each other completely and embrace the true power of their connection?/0/49888/coverorgin.jpg?v=b040155cb68ea45ec19e766cd79b194c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
