Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Look At Me!
Again, Clarissa was annoyed at her mother who wanted to set her up with her friend's son who was a successful businessman. Clarissa didn't want to pay attention because she saw that her mother and father's marriage did not last and made Clarissa a broken home girl. She grew up to be an arrogant, self-righteous girl, and always wanted to be the centre of attention. Love came into Clarissa's life. She fell in love with her handsome and kind lecturer, Mr. Diaz Wardhana. Missing affection, Clarissa pursued her idol lecturer. Her love unrequited, making Clarissa live out of control. Adimasta, Clarissa's friend, loved her sincerely. His patience finally made Clarissa melt, slowly turning her messy life into fun and knowing directions./0/85871/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b9fa8f4a2a481cdba28e30e637da93f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blinded By Her Betrayal
The scent of lilies was thick, sweet, and suffocating. It was my wedding day, a grand affair Chloe had meticulously planned, even insisting on a custom-designed lighting fixture for the venue. Then the world exploded: metal twisted, glass shattered, and a crushing impact stole my sight, leaving me in a terrifying void. Chloe stayed by my side, weeping as the doctors delivered their grim prognosis: permanent blindness. She promised to be my "eyes," to take care of me, and swore our extravagant wedding would still happen, a beacon of eternal devotion. Her words were a lifeline in the suffocating dark, and I clung to them, believing in a future where her love would guide me. But then, the flickers started, ghost images resolving into light. My sight was returning, yet an instinct deep inside told me to keep it a secret. I continued to play the blind man, observing, listening, hidden in plain sight. One evening, feigning sleep, I heard Chloe whisper to Mark Stone, her brother-in-law. "Are you sure this was the only way?" she asked. "It was the cleanest way," he murmured, "An accident. Now he's helpless. He'll never find out about us." My heart stopped as I saw Mark kiss her-long and deep-before they spoke of my "inheritance" and a future built on my ruin. They planned it all: the accident, my blindness, my slow, humiliating descent into a "charity case" to be exploited. The betrayal was a physical blow, a cold, black void far worse than any darkness they thought they' d cast me into. They thought me a sightless fool, an easy target. They had no idea who I truly was, or what I was capable of. A silent, burning rage ignited within me, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. They wanted a show? I would give them one tonight at the wedding-a spectacle they would never forget, where their carefully constructed lies would unravel./0/93380/coverorgin.jpg?v=031439744bda116c5b3d47918e7736ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Genius's Fiery Reckoning
For five years, I believed I had a perfect life. I was the chief scientist of a clean energy company I co-founded with my husband, the CEO. My only regret was the lab fire that killed my mentor, a death I felt responsible for. That perfect world shattered at a farmers' market. I saw my husband with a secret family-a woman and a little boy who called him "Daddy." Then the scene became a nightmare. My mentor, Abel, the man I'd mourned for five years, was standing there with them, alive and well. That night, I uncovered the full, five-year conspiracy. They faked his death to steal my next-generation technology. But their plan was even more monstrous. I found a recording of them plotting to have me declared mentally incompetent, using my "grief" as proof. A conservatorship would give them legal control of my mind and all my intellectual property. They weren't just stealing my work. They were planning to bury me alive. The next morning, I walked into the office of the city's most ruthless lawyer and laid the evidence on her desk. She asked me what I wanted. "I don't want their money," I told her. "I want to burn their empire to the ground."/0/23922/coverorgin.jpg?v=982c45238bf3bf71049dfedac4b43715&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Letting The Odds Win
Odds! Wouldn’t it be odd to not have something to fight against like suppose just some odds that we have to face? We can’t just escape them for sure. I mean numbers can’t be complete with just even series, right? Just the same way, having odds has been a normal part of anyone’s life. Yeah, sometimes these can be weird too. Still, they can be overcome and many can be successful in doing that also. Alas! Some may not be able to do that. A couple had let the odd win as them staying together was the odd thing and it is not because they want to but because they are tired. For how much longer would two people try to fight the odds without help from outside? And hence the failure resulting in separation. If the odds are that powerful then what if them getting back together is odd this time? Well, let’s see if this time odds will win or not./0/92285/coverorgin.jpg?v=35809dbb0b2cdbb94c58df65bc7196ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For The Billionaire I Was Hired To Protect
Jace Maddox is a billionaire tech CEO known for his cold heart and strict routines. Behind closed doors, he's a man haunted by betrayal, grief, and secrets too heavy to share. River Hale is an ex-military bodyguard with nothing left to lose. Disgraced and angry, he's hired to protect the one man he can't stand, Jace Maddox. When a dangerous scandal threatens to destroy Jace's empire, the only way to survive is a fake relationship. A staged romance to control the media. But fake feelings start to feel real. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, both men must face their pasts, and the truth about what they've come to mean to each other./0/78675/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcfb16cc42430dd1728aa4ee1d4fbb11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle
After a high-profile divorce from Skyview City's most eligible CEO, Anna Shaw is done playing the good wife. No more boardroom diplomacy, no more fake smiles for society's vultures and definitely no more heartbreak. She's rich, ruthless, and freshly single, with nothing to lose and a point to prove.When a night of champagne fueled rebellion leads her into the arms of a dangerously perfect stranger, Anna isn't looking for love she's rewriting the rules. But power always comes with a price, and freedom can be just as intoxicating and just as dangerous as desire.Sharp-tongued, unapologetic, and seductive, The Fall of Anna Shaw is a scandalous journey of reinvention, revenge, and the kind of pleasure that leaves bruises in all the right places./0/83681/coverorgin.jpg?v=8adfa3a93d7034294aaf131324eba12e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hero's Other Life
My husband, Mike, was a hero: a National Guard Sergeant, beloved teacher, and football coach. I was his proud, supportive wife, a registered nurse at the VA, and I believed our life was built on his service to our country. But on a charity delivery for Gold Star families, I drove to a quiet town expecting to help a grieving sister. Instead, I saw my "hero" husband in a backyard, laughing with a woman and a little boy who called him "Daddy." My world tilted, the air left my lungs as I watched them, a perfect family portrait under the sun. He came home days later, full of lies about the Nevada desert, his smiles not reaching his eyes. When I confronted him about Mill Creek, Brianna, and Cody, his facade cracked, but he spun a tale of noble duty to a fallen comrade' s family. But I knew the truth: Cody's age didn't add up to a "one-time mistake." The silence hung heavy, confirming not just one betrayal, but two – Brianna was pregnant again. The next morning, he shoved insurance forms at me, printed for Cody, demanding I sign them to pay for his illegitimate son' s medical needs with my federal benefits. When I refused, "No" became a rock, and he grabbed my arm, shoved me against the counter, hurting my hip. "You owe me this," he hissed, the hero stripped away, revealing a monster. Then, with vindictive cruelty, he exposed my sister Olivia' s husband, Mike' s best friend, as also having had an affair, tying our pain together. I was attacked, our sacred family bonds shattered by his cold, calculated malice. How could I have been so blind? How dared he weaponize my sister's pain to control me? That was the moment. The fear became cold, righteous anger. This wasn't just about my broken marriage; it was about two sisters betrayed, their lives upended by a manipulator. We would not just leave; we would fight back. With every rule he broke, every lie he told, we would systematically dismantle the hero he pretended to be./0/86184/coverorgin.jpg?v=25d293670036fe4398ad812ca02c183f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unlucky Twin's Unseen Path
From the moment I was born, a tiny, almost invisible birthmark behind my left ear sealed my fate. My mother, living by old superstitions, saw it as a bad omen, setting me apart from my identical twin, Sophia. She became the family favorite, showered with love and opportunity, while I became the "unlucky" one, living in her shadow with a nanny on a forgotten corner of our estate. Then, the unimaginable happened: Liam Davis, the adopted son of a powerful political figure, was at our family dinner, when he was never supposed to be there. And Sophia, my identical twin, who was supposed to marry the tech CEO Ethan Vance, shocked everyone by declaring her choice: she would marry Liam Davis. Sophia, with a smug, triumphant smile, later cornered me, "I told you I wanted your life. This time, I'm taking the right path from the beginning. Liam's power, his influence... it will all be mine. You can have the bankrupt tech genius." Her words chillingly confirmed it: she remembered everything from our first life, just like me. In that past life, I was married off to Liam Davis, a cold, distant man whose political ambition was built on secrets and ruthless tactics. His rise to power was bloody, leaving me a shield against his enemies and enduring constant humiliation in the shadows. Sophia had seen only the glamorous result, not the treacherous path, blindly envying my hard-won position. She thought marrying Liam was her shortcut to the life she deserved. Now, she believed she was seizing a better future, unaware that she was stepping into the very hell I had endured. She had chosen Liam, but she hadn't chosen the man he became with me. And I, the "unlucky" twin, was left with Ethan Vance, the supposed "bankrupt tech genius" destined for ruin. But I refused to be a passive victim again. This time, I knew the game, and I understood Sophia' s blindness. She wanted my old life? She could have it. Because this time, I would choose my own path. And maybe, just maybe, this "failed" marriage might hold a secret I never anticipated./0/88687/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbd1a646ebb2571d65f6b78f65352ee1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine
Three years. That' s how long I spent in prison, taking the fall for the man I loved, Case Stevens, believing his promise of marriage and a future. But the moment I walked out, I discovered his sweet words were a meticulously crafted lie, a cruel game orchestrated with my university rival, Blair Kelley, to destroy me and my family. They humiliated me publicly, forcing me into a mock proposal with a dog, while my father lay dying in a hospital, his care deliberately withdrawn by Case to seize control of our family company. At my father' s funeral, I learned Blair had mixed his ashes into her "art," a twisted masterpiece she then set ablaze, burning the last physical piece of him. I was beaten by Case' s friends, left for dead, my body broken, my spirit shattered. I was dying, but a doctor, Axel Everett, offered me a chance at a new life, a chance to become a ghost in the world that had betrayed me./0/32839/coverorgin.jpg?v=987e286621de4e6fdf03d27750fb7300&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Of The Returning Wife
“Go after her! don't let her out of your sight! “We can't afford to let her slip out of our hands this time, she needs to die, we need to make sure she does! the voice rang out through her mind as she runs for her dear life in the middle of the night. she ran as fast as she could but they soon caught up with her with one swift move. without wasting more time, the leader of the gang shoots at her and she fell, bleeding heavily. “Miss Samantha! the job is done, the princess is dead! the man said. when she heard the name of the person who ordered her to be put to death, her heart tweaks. in the next splitting second, she was pushed down the cliff. Five e Years Later, She is back With only one goal; Befriend the enemies and revenge/0/56461/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2a3d423392bd774e9f5f3f6df03feb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romance And Medicine
The sound of metal scraping against metal jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I was met with darkness, my surroundings unfamiliar. Panic surged through my veins as I realized I was in the backseat of a car, my hands tied behind my back. I recalled what happened earlier, the note. I was still on the red gown, it was all a lie. Who would want to hurt me, who exactly? Frantically, I wriggled against the restraints behind me, the knots biting into my skin. I needed to call for help, anyone at all. "Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the confined space. But there was no response, only the eerie silence of my captivity. Suddenly, the car rumbled to life. My heart raced. What was happening? I couldn't think as I kicked at the door, desperate to escape, but it wouldn't budge. Tears welled in my eyes as the realization dawned upon me, I might die. "Please no, no God," I wept, my tears mixing with my makeup but I didn't care, my life was more important. My cries grew louder, more desperate, but still, no one came to my aid, not like it was their fault, because the last thing I could remember was the park, how did I get to God knows where. More fear consumed me as the car lurched forward, where was it taking me? Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and my eyes widened in horror. I looked around and realized where I was—the junkyard. The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay as the car was lifted into the air by a massive crane, heading straight for the crusher. My world came to a momentary stop. "No! Please, no!" I screamed, my voice raw with terror. I thrashed against my bonds, but it was futile. "God, no.. please!" More tears streamed down my cheeks as the walls of the car began to close in around me. My screams reached a deafening pitch as the car crusher began to crush the vehicle. I was inside it. I pounded on the windows, my cries echoing through the empty yard, but there was no one to hear me, no one to save me. The sound of metal groaning and collapsing around me only added to the horror of the moment, and I cried out in anguish, the fear and helplessness consuming me. I gave up, I had to, there was no point. Amidst the chaos around me, I could only think of one person. Dr. Nick, how on Earth would he find me? "Oh, God." Suddenly, a familiar voice shattered the silence. "Jasmin!" it cried out. And once again, he came for me. Tears filled my eyes as I watched him run towards the car. The crusher might finish what's left of me before he even got to me. I shut my eyes close as tears flowed down my eyes. Our love was like Medicine mixed with few drops of Romance...../0/21732/coverorgin.jpg?v=8624f5469b7296188cfb0a8638484ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me, Sandoval
Will you imagine that a high-class lady, Intelligent and glamorous woman will be a mistress? She loathes a cheater and a prevaricator but there's barely one man who captured her attention. A man that she encountered when she's employing a secretary, She's biting her lip while glimpsing at the man. Not recognizing that It's married already. She's not yet reading the application form she leaned on her swivel chair and crossed her arm. "You're passed" Is that because he caught her attention or it's one of her plans? She wants to challenge herself and it's giving her a thrilling day by day. But what if one day she heard these words. "You're mine, only mine, Hailey"He uttered that made her world rock. Will she be ready for being a mistress? "Yes touch me... touch me, Sandoval'/0/85089/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd84ca5cb10e31068cc46a914fa5ef06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Echo: A Husband's Resolve
I had everything planned for the Starlight Foundation Gala. A new suit for me, a tiny dress for our daughter, Lily, and a stunning gown for my wife, Scarlett Hayes. Lily was buzzing, clutching her dress. "Daddy, is Mommy coming with us?" she asked, her eyes wide with hope. Then the call. Scarlett' s voice, cold and distant: "Promises can be broken when a career is on the line." She hung up, leaving Lily's hopeful gaze to dim into familiar sadness. My heart sank, but I vowed she wouldn' t ruin another night for our daughter. Later, at the glittering gala, the host introduced a woman who represented "family, success, and pure talent." My blood froze. Scarlett She emerged, radiant, on stage. But not alone. Jake Peterson, her ex, held her hand. And a boy, Lily' s age, held his. The host gushed, "Scarlett, you and your partner Jake are an inspiration! How do you balance such a successful career with being such a devoted mother and partner?" Scarlett laughed, looking at Jake. "It's all about priorities. They are my world." My world. The words echoed, a punch to my gut. Lily whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with them? Who is that little boy?" Rage, cold and sharp, cut through my shock. This wasn' t a last-minute shoot. This was a calculated, public betrayal. I stood up, ready to confront her, my daughter clutching my jacket. "Scarlett." I demanded, "Who are these people? What is this?" Her brief panic vanished. "I have no idea who you are," she said, dripping with false sympathy. "Security, please escort this man and the child out. He's scaring my son." The crowd erupted, jeering at me. My wife had erased us. As guards moved in, her lips formed two silent words: "The clause." Then my phone buzzed. A text from Scarlett: "This is for the show. Play along." A bitter laugh escaped me. Play along? No. She had chosen fame over family, a lie over love. She had crossed a line. And I was no longer heartbroken. I was resolved. She wanted a scene? I would give her a war. I would burn her fake world to the ground./0/86497/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea5123771469f526f04591b1a732e6a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow
"No." The word fell like a stone in our perfectly proper living room. Thirty years old in two months, and the Miller Curse loomed-marry or face ruin. My parents, desperate, had arranged my marriage to Ethan Black, my childhood sweetheart. But the perfect picture shattered. I found out Ethan, the man I was supposed to marry, had been having an affair with Sarah Jenkins, my ambitious young intern whom I had personally mentored. The final insult came at a high-profile gala. Ethan took the stage, and with a smile, proposed to Sarah using a priceless architectural sketch-a design I had always adored, a symbol of our shared dreams. He then soft-talked Sarah, telling her she understood him better, and kissed her passionately while the room erupted in applause around me. He walked right past me, leaving me humiliated, shattered, and utterly alone in a room full of pitying and scornful eyes. My world tilted. How could the man who promised me everything publicly choose another woman, and use my memories to do it? But when he cornered me afterwards, offering to keep me as his secret mistress, his words twisted the knife. He even used the Miller Curse against me, threatening to destroy my career. That was when I knew: I wouldn't just walk away. I would rebuild. On my own terms./0/24548/coverorgin.jpg?v=24318a47a954491916cc5401923bc1c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sandman
Justin and Mackenzie stood outside the house, they looked at each other, as Mackenzie poured the petrol both around the house and inside. Sandman lit the match and dropped it to the ground . The flames blazing high a red and Orange colour, the fire made its way around the house with their parents inside, it flamed the inside of the house engulfing the entire house as the screams could be heard from the outside as they stood watching the house burn in a loud bang. kaboom! The house went up in flames. Their eyes illuminating in the burning air, flames reflecting in the coldness their evil eyes. ‘Come on let’s get out of here.’ they both turned walking away as the fire continued to illuminate the night sky. The sound of the fire engines passed them. ‘This is a new beginning bro.’ They turned the corner into the darkness./0/50673/coverorgin.jpg?v=8781582f80c672899ba5e28a5556d8ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Is A Mafia
"Stop! Get out!" I shook my head. "No! I'll stay!" I said. "I hate you so much!!" I had tears in my eyes after He said that. "How long will you be like this? How long!" The girl cried to her husband. "When I was 16 years old until now I'm 20 years old like that!" He just listened "We're 5 years married! D*mn! Do you still blame me? I'm sorry!" He was looking at the sky. He turned his back on me like that when he talks to me. "Can you please stop talking Kong It's not important!" He said coldly. "I love you so much, Zymon, no matter what I do, don't lose me because I'm your wife! Your wife! We have an oath" I stood up to stop him from leaving. "Husband on paper, remember that!" I was weakened by what I heard. "Zymon plssss don't do this to me--" I begged. Kuna didn't finish speaking when he left. "I love... you my Mafia Husband....you think I know nothing about everything... Your husband...I know something" I said crying. Even though he was no longer in front of me I was able to speak. "There.. I know...I.." I sobbed as tears fell from my eyes.. How long will my husband torture me.. I was 16 years old when our arranged marriage happened.. Because the woman he loves died... I! I blame everything... Zymon's girlfriend committed suicide on our wedding day So he blames it I'm the one to blame. If I don't come into His life, it won't happen... It's been 5 years nothing happened.... It's the same.. I look at my self.. Am I such a martyr... Just because of him../0/86810/coverorgin.jpg?v=15de24fa0a056305de7ec34931cbf654&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Final Gift
The crystal chandeliers of the Reed family mansion dripped light onto the polished marble floor. It was my first wedding anniversary, a grand affair designed to broadcast stability to the business world. But the guest of honor wasn't me, the legal wife. It was Chloe Evans, my husband Ethan's publicly known mistress, her hand possessively resting on her rounded belly. "Ethan and I are so thrilled to announce that we're expecting. Our baby is a true blessing." Chloe's voice echoed, shattering the silence and my carefully constructed composure. All eyes turned to me, standing alone near the grand staircase, as the whispers of shock and pity washed over the room. My face was a mask of calm, but inside, a storm raged. After a year of marriage that was nothing more than a business contract, a foolish part of me had still hoped. That hope died a final, quiet death as I watched Ethan shield Chloe from the flashing cameras, confirming to the world I was just an obstacle. I took a slow sip of champagne, then walked towards them, my steps measured and confident. "Ethan," I said, ignoring Chloe. "Congratulations. I have a gift for you. For our anniversary." He looked surprised by my composure. "What is this?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone. "Divorce papers," I announced, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "Signed by me. And a transfer of all my shares in Miller Corp, as stipulated in our prenuptial agreement. You' re free." A collective gasp filled the room. His arrogant smirk finally faltered. He had expected tears, a scene, a fight. He had not expected this clean, decisive severing. "You're giving it all up? Just like that?" he questioned, searching my face for a trick. A sharp pain stabbed through my abdomen-a secret I had been carrying for weeks. Pancreatic cancer. Late stage. Inoperable. The doctor's words from that afternoon echoed. The public humiliation, the betrayal, was nothing compared to the true devastation. I straightened, forcing down the pain. "Just like that. Because I'm tired of this game. You win." I turned to leave, but another wave of pain buckled my knees. "I'm fine," I breathed to my rushing assistant. "Just a little tired. I'm going home." But my destination wasn't home. It was the hospital. I was dying, and the man I loved was trying to torture me in my final days. He had brought his mistress into my childhood sanctuary, smashed the physical representation of my secret, cherished memory for him, and then publicly auctioned my wedding ring for a dollar. He was confirming I was nothing more than garbage to him. I stared at his cold, mocking eyes across the hospital room. He wanted a quick, clean divorce? No messy legal battles that could drag Reed Industries through the mud? I had a proposition. "You will spend the next seven days with me. Every minute. You'll do everything I say, go wherever I want you to go. You'll be my husband, for one last week." My voice, surprisingly strong, dropped to a challenging whisper. I had three months to live. Three months to fix him. I couldn't die and leave him like that./0/94319/coverorgin.jpg?v=7322fcbc7a07377156dba9cb624fdef8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed
The fourth time I lost our baby, my husband threw me out of his Bentley on a deserted road. My crime? The heel of my shoe had scuffed the pristine leather interior. I woke up in a hospital bed, bleeding and alone, only to see him through the glass door, holding his high school sweetheart in his arms. Moments later, his mother posted their picture online with the caption: "Finally back where they belong. A true love story." Their friends commented, calling me a "social-climbing nobody" he was finally getting rid of. They thought they had broken me, that I would come crawling back like I always did. But they forgot about the betrayal clause in our prenup, the one that would give me control of my family's entire fortune. And it expired in one week./0/19855/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ccddea4b26c94d5051024162f6d5a06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Misleading Fairytale
People nowadays enjoy the freedom of choosing someone to marry. Well, Maureen Annaliese is the opposite. Being born in a family who own an empire, she needs to marry a man that her parents chose. She has no problem with it because she read many books, in where the arranged marriage became successful and it was the way that they met their soulmates. However, on the day she will finally meet her fiancé, her parents received a call saying that the man doesn't want to continue with the marriage anymore. Will Maureen Annaliese experience a fairytale where she is the lead character that will get a happy ending? Or will she face a different story?/0/80709/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b1014f1f07ee28e2f31ad01a32b236&imageMogr2/format/webp)
