Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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No Second Chances: A Founder's Regret
For a decade, I poured my soul into InnovateNext, transforming it from a garage startup into a Silicon Valley unicorn, building its core technology from scratch as CTO, all alongside the man I loved, Ethan Vance. Today, the eve of our massive IPO, was supposed to be our shared triumph. Instead, I walked into the boardroom to find a perfectly poised stranger, Chloe Hayes, sitting in my chair, the one next to Ethan. He introduced her as our new COO, the very position he had promised me for years, casually informing me she' d be taking my office, too. My blood ran cold as I heard him parrot corporate jargon about her "polish" and "background," realizing he chose his high school ex-girlfriend over me-the woman who had saved his company from bankruptcy and coded for 72 hours straight, collapsing in the process. The betrayal was absolute, reducing ten years of my life, my sacrifice, my very worth, to a mere "business decision." But what he didn't realize was that when he took everything, he also freed me. He was about to discover what happens when you discard the architect and expect the building to stand./0/48948/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8e17f393df081ce27d12475b0e623c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Lover Is A Maid
That's right, please... have mercy on us. Please have mercy on us!" I'm begging dad who is full of emotions. My voice was hoarse from exhaustion and constant crying while pleading for papa to stop hurting us. I'm broken and closed but I'm still trying to protect my sister who is only seven years old and my mom who has a weakness from the pillar of our home that is making us suffer right now. The same thing always happens at home every time dad comes home. He is always angry and pours it on everyone. Dad wasn't like that before but when he learned to gamble and get into vices that's when our complicated life started. I can't even count how many times he almost killed us because of his beatings. Times where we almost looked like dead because of the bruises and pale bodies that dad had done. I want to defend them. I want to protect them but I'm just a humble man with a small body because of our state in life, that's what they call our condition 'poor' and what about me? Maybe I can say that I'm a man who gets patted down and gets weak easily because of not being able to eat properly. Even if I wanted to run away, I couldn't. Even if we want to fight, we can't. Even if I want to rebuke dad, be brave and be a man even for one time, I can't do it, I can't. I'm disgusted with myself for thinking that even once I could be a man, a complete man who can defend my loved ones, but no, I'm just a very useless man. I could not save them from the hands of my father who was swallowed by annoyance and anger. I want to keep mom and Abi away from dad's hands so that we can be safe and live happily and peacefully but I can't do it either, I can't because mom still believes that dad will change too which I just believed because he was taking a risk I know that when we make dad feel how much we love him, he will return to the way he was before, our dad who is so sweet and caring. My dad always smiles when he comes home because he is greeted with a bag of noodles that my brother and I will run to get at the same time as greeting him, kissing him, shaking his hand and giving him a hug. I miss seeing papa being sweet to mama, the type where they are like stars in a telenovela where there is no conflict, just full of love./0/84313/coverorgin.jpg?v=f32a06cb1f9a610e364596af8ddfab60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth She Died To Tell
I escaped after three years, coughing up blood, only to be diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Returning home, I found my house the same, but a sheriff' s car was parked outside, and a folded document, my death certificate, was handed to my husband, Ethan. Inside, the smell of my stew filled the air, but my daughter Molly called Ethan' s sister-in-law, Debra, "Mom." Ethan, seeing me, erupted in cold fury, throwing a letter at me, claiming it was from me, saying I' d run off with a trucker, and demanded to know why I' d crawled back. He shoved me into the cold mudroom, treating me like trash, while Debra, with fake pity, watched. Later, as Ethan silently applied burn cream to the blisters Debra accidentally caused, he asked if the life I chose was worth it. Despite having the chance to reveal I'd been held captive by Debra's cousins for three years, I looked at his hardened face and the shadow of Debra, and lied, saying leaving him was the best decision I ever made. My daughter Molly, coached by Debra, then falsely accused me of pushing her, shattering Ethan's last shred of faith and earning me an immediate "get out of my house." But at the clinic, the doctor who diagnosed my cancer cut my pant leg, revealing not only a new broken bone, but old scars, malnutrition, and a fresh burn, telling Ethan, "These are signs of long-term abuse and neglect, Mr. Scott, not a life of ease." This moment of doubt in Ethan's eyes, fueled by the doctor' s words, ignited a flicker of hope that the truth might finally emerge./0/21370/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a56ed093a477a64464057743218d759&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Just Can't Say Goodbye
Indebted to Jim who accepted and loved her unconditionally despite her dark past, Jia vowed to forever give her life to him. She had no reason not to; Jim loved her and her son like his own. She thought she was over with Anthon, the man who caused her so much pain. Yet one day, their paths crossed again, and her heart began beating for him again. Torn between the sense of indebtedness and her own heart's desire, choosing then became so complicated. As both men were fighting for her love, who would she choose? Would she listen to her heart's desire, or would she keep her gratitude?/0/27859/coverorgin.jpg?v=0709970bfecd1f5fe412002907769292&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Detective Series: Reed Bryst
"My life is a one great big mystery. Every glance I take, drowns me into clues with unsolvable questions. Strange is normal and ordinary is rare." -Reed Bryst Detective Bryst, one of the known detectives in the world shall encounter a mystery harder than any other. He'll came across confusion as he solve each puzzle pieces given through death. Everything will turn out fine, not until he reminisce the daughter of his client. He will fall with deception. Abandoned by vulnerability he'll be crushed by his past. But though there are struggles, two chained heart shall never be separated easily. Born with extraordinary detective skills he will travel the depths of every ocean to look for the culprit, scorching every seashell hoping for clues. But what if his one great big confusion returns? Will their past hinder them? Or will it make them stronger? As the son of the senior detective, he was expected to do his best, but how will a man with a broken compass navigate his way? Will he still be able to be a detective? Or will he give up what he has and try to move on as an ordinary man born as a humdrum./0/50246/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e10255491a703d050a6bb4a5ac55d0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye
Yan Hua loses her memory in an accident. Later, she is pregnant with someone else’s child. After kicked out of her husband’s house, Yan Hua is about to perform the story of an inspiring mother raising her child. Unexpectedly, the baby is regarded as a real treasure and, thus a bunch of people are rushing to acknowledge as the baby’s relatives. Therefore, Yan Hua is drawn into the whirlpool of disputes inside a noble family with ambitious aunt and unproved mysterious brother-in-law… Who is the father of her child? Who is she? Facing all these issues, what is her choice?/0/53815/coverorgin.jpg?v=242a7f3fb45409fdbe74f4deedfe168c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife Cry
"Honey" I happily called my wife when I saw her go home to our mansion and I couldn't stop myself. I immediately greeted him with a tight hug and buried my face in his chest. Tears flowed down my cheeks again, not because I was hurt because I miss him so much. I was in tears because he still came home. He's back, he's back to me. "Laven, I miss you, so much, honey!" I said and tightened my hug around her waist. I felt both of his arms move and I was expecting him to hug me back. But it just grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back a little. Then he walked away from me, I was like a child who had his toy snatched from him because of what he did. "Hon?" "Let's talk," he said to me coldly. It seems that something is choking me and I'm struggling to breathe again. "W-Will you listen to my explanation, hon? We're welcome again? Can you forgive me? Thank you, Laven! I love you. I love you, so much hon!" I still cried, I promise. All the pain he gave me two months ago suddenly disappeared and was replaced by too much joy and happiness. "Thanks--" "I got pregnant, Aly." My smile suddenly disappeared and I felt at that time that a bomb exploded in my brain and it was difficult to recover. Those are just three words, but they have a very strong impact on me. It was as if my soul had separated from my body. My heart was beating fast and I was slowly getting hurt again. "No!" I screamed and almost burst a vein in my neck because of the force of my scream. "And she's Alice." "Laven! Not like this! This is not what I want!" I cried and shouted to my husband. "Aly, you know how much I wanted to have a child! But you can't give it to me!" he also shouted back at me. He makes me look like he loves me and I can't give him that. But not this way! No! This is not really what I want, eh! "You know that I won't have any more children, eh! But...Laven, I don't like this..." I begged as my sobs grew louder. It's s-sick to me. How could he do this to me? I'm his wife, do I think he loves me? "That's it! You can't give me a child!" he asked and even tweaked his own hair. He's obviously frustrated, isn't he? "Laven...we can adopt, eh..." I suggested which made him even more angry. "I don't like that! I want you to be mine, Aly, you can't give me a child so I came to Alica." My heart seems to be breaking because of what my husband did. I feel like my heart is being squeezed. That hurts. "I can't accept that, Laven! No!" Why is it that most of the women he gets pregnant are my cousins? Why still Alica? Why is he still...and when... "Laven..." I held my husband's foot and let the tears roll down my cheeks. What he did to me was so painful. "She's pregnant, Aly. Two months..." I finally fell to my knees and let go of Laven. "Let's separate, I want to marry her, Aly. I'm sorry." "Laven! L-Laven, please!" I called my husband and I was afraid... I was afraid of what would happen. I just looked at my husband who was leaving our house. I can't follow him because my knees are getting weak. I can not accept. Laven...this is not what I want, eh. Lord, why are you punishing me now? I love my husband very much... Don't take him away from me. Please... Don't do this to us. "Laven!" "Ally!" Jullie rushed to me. During the time that my husband did not come home to me, my cousin stayed here because he was wondering what I should do. "Jullie, stop my husband, please! Stop him from leaving!" "Aly, t-it's okay, please... Stop it. Leave your husband alone," Jullie also cried and begged me, which I quickly shook my head. "I-I can't, Jullie. I can't... I love him, I-I love him so much. I'm going to die, J-Jullie... I'm going to die if I lose him!" I promise I will still cry. Seeing me trying to get up from kneeling on the floor, my cousin hugged me tightly. "No! Let me go! I'll stop Laven! Let me go, Jullie!" I shouted. At that time I seemed to lose control of myself. I feel really crazy and scared. I'm afraid of being left by the man I love. "Laven!" I saw myself again kneeling in front of my husband carrying a huge suitcase. He decided to leave our mansion. He decided to leave me. He is ready to leave me... "Laven, please. Don't do this to me, please. I love you, I love you so much, Laven..." I begged and cried. "Let me go, Aly. Let me do this..." he said with difficulty, I sobbed and shook my head. "Don't, please? Just stay here... Don't leave me... I can't lose you, honey... I can't," I said and my voice broke. I really can't... I'd rather die than for him to leave me forever and he chooses my cousin Alica. "Don't you love me, hon? Why did you do this so quickly? Why did you let go of me so quickly? Do you still love me?" I love you..." I cried harder because of what I heard... "It's hard for me to do this too...but it's necessary. H-We won't be happy..." "You love me. Why would you leave me? Just stay here... Come back to me, please? Honey..." 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Rising From Ashes: The Matriarch's Spectacular Comeback
I woke up in a burning warehouse, twelve years after my supposed death. My body had been reset to its physical prime, the deep burn scar on my wrist completely gone. Through the smoke, my eldest son, Kennard, rushed blindly into the flames. He was screaming the name of the very woman who had orchestrated this trap-Brittnie. When I tackled him out of the way of a falling steel beam, he didn't recognize my youthful face. Instead, he pinned me to the concrete and nearly crushed my windpipe. "How much did she pay you to carve up your face to look like a dead woman?" He hissed the words at me, treating me like a sick corporate spy. For a decade, a bizarre narrative "script" had brainwashed my son, forcing him into pathetic devotion to Brittnie. She had drained his wealth, turned my daughter against him, and hollowed out our family empire. Whenever Kennard tried to resist her, the mind control punished him with agonizing migraines, driving him to smash his own hands against the wall just to cope with the pain. Hearing him quietly sobbing outside my locked door, my heart shattered. How could this invisible force torture my brilliant son and turn my family into puppets for a D-list actress? I dragged him to the hospital for a DNA test. When the results confirmed my maternity at 99.999%, the cold billionaire collapsed to the floor, weeping in my arms like a lost child. I wiped his tears and smiled ruthlessly. It was time to take back my empire and burn Brittnie's life to the ground./0/20397/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a9b486f04a5907435d1df2bc2c5556&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Will You? (an older woman younger man erotic romance)
Cara is a first-time divorcee settling down to a life of quiet independence, but a strange attraction to her friend's yummy son threatens to make her lose her senses. She has no idea what to do. Should she protect her sanity or should she just let it go to hell?/0/90478/coverorgin.jpg?v=86cc13471f2f2f5d3f5dd341c091b0db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In the Wake of Truth
Two years of marriage. Two years of trust. Two years of secrets I never knew existed. I thought I was coming home to the man I married-surprising Nathan after my work trip ended early. Instead, I stood frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, watching my husband tangled in the sheets with someone I never expected. Someone whose face I only caught a glimpse of before she bolted-running out the back like a ghost escaping the scene of a crime. But I know that face. I've seen it every day of my life. Felt its presence in my laughter, my tears, my memories. That night shattered everything. The perfect husband. The perfect life. All of it was a carefully crafted illusion built on lies. Now, nothing is what it seems-and I have no idea where this road will take me./0/87558/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8afa90601c49618aa705767e03340fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Captive to Cherished Wife
I was at my wedding rehearsal, standing at the altar across from my fiancé, Holden. Our marriage was meant to be the event of the season, a perfect union of two prominent families. Then, his future sister-in-law, Jaidyn, crumpled to the floor. Without a single glance my way, Holden vaulted over a row of chairs, scooped her into his arms, and sprinted out of the hall, leaving me alone and publicly humiliated. Hours later, his voicemail finally came. His voice was thick with emotion, but not for me. He told me Jaidyn has a secret heart condition and has been secretly in love with him for ten years. He said the stress of our wedding was too much for her, and then asked if I could be like a sister to her once we were married. A text followed moments later: "Postponing the wedding. Jaidyn needs me at the hospital." He expected tears. He expected me to wait patiently, to graciously accept being sidelined for his secret admirer. He mistook my love for weakness. But I am Eloise Bowers. My dignity is not something to be discarded. I scrolled past his name and called his older brother, Alphons—the man Jaidyn was supposedly engaged to. "Your brother's wedding is off," I told him, my voice steady and clear. "But the bride is still a Callahan. I'm at the city hall courthouse. You have thirty minutes."/0/27535/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6cd1835749185924824077692133371&imageMogr2/format/webp)
How I Saved my Husband with Plan B
A strong, influential, and well-respected man in society, has high sexual libido, hence, sex became his weak point. He was carried away by the touch of young women till he got lost. His pretty wife after years of being angry with his high sexual habit resolved to save him with the same thing he loves most, which is also his weak point- sex. Later, she realized that she did not just save her home and marriage, but also her husband's life, call, and career./1/110594/coverorgin.jpg?v=648c11d5208b827eb6bcc499050ccf8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBORN AS THE BILLIONAIRE's SECRET WIFE
Selene Rivers was an upcoming singer and her future was bright until the moment when she received a phone call which was supposed to elevate her but ends up ruining her life. During the night, she was declared a fraud, beat up on the street, run over by a car and charged with committing a crime she never committed. Her husband framed her. Her songs were stolen by her best friend. And the world thought that she was dead. Selene lost her voice, her face and her child who she believed was dead at birth in jail. Somebody wanted her to go permanently. The job was nearly done by a gang attack, but was rescued by billionaire Ronan Blackwood, who is the best friend of her husband, and provided her with a new name, a new face, and a second life. Now Selene is willing to reclaim all the things that had been stolen. With a new name she comes back to the music world and reveals the lies, the betrayal, and the secrets that took her to the hell. Her revenge, however, reveals a bigger truth, that her son is alive, and he has lived under her roof all along. As she struggles to seek justice and reclaim her life, she begins to feel something she has never anticipated, that is, love, comfort, and security in the arms of Ronan. Her past tried to bury her. Her opponents attempted to mute her. But she is done running. This is the time she will have her voice back. This time she will save her child. This time, it will be her own choice of the future./0/37593/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cf810d297ee7d3764ea14480709a4ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Impeached
"You are everything I despise in a woman, Angela would never have done that." "Oh! Wow, now you are comparing me to your mistress who wrecked our marriage in the first place? Why don't you move out and marry her or better still, drop dead by the roadside." ___ Those were two harsh wordings from a couple that swore to love and to hold each other till death did them apart in the face of God but to the neighbors, it wasn't new. It was a fed up couple having their one of many too much fights every evening. Tim never had the interest to check Jennie out since he had fallen out of love a long time ago so no matter whatever efforts she puts in, he would never find his wife attractive. When he laid beside her at night, his body longed for his younger looking mistress' touch, Angela Jones. Jennie paulson always felt her feminine core itch for the latest man she just met who paid her the attention she craved and respected her as a woman, Mark Spencer. She always longed for another fiery passionate love making while she slowly touched herself while backing a rather awfully quiet Tim on the matrimonial bed. The two suffer in silence. They couldn't attempt a divorce when the original reason they were betrothed by their families was for a marriage of convenience while they hoped to grow on each other but alas! The reverse is the case, they hate each other's guts and always crave their partners. Jennie felt it was no big deal lying to her partner, Mark who is a homicidal detective about her marital status. She is insecure and she believes she would lose Mark if he found out she was married. It was meant to be kept a secret but imagine the look on her face when one day, the NYPD knocked at her door to inform her that Tim was found dead by the roadside bush and Mark was the assigned detective for the case. Now Jennie is torn between facing her lover with shame covered eyes or exonerating herself from Tim's murder case. She might have blurted out that she wanted him dead and when which seemed like a motive and a detailed fact that can't be mistaken as a coincidence especially since she now has several neighbors testifying as witness but she never wanted Tim dead, maybe she just wanted him to suffer but not drop dead and have him pinned on her./0/98265/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d517c38f1d6d3ea90782b6a2aba1a98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Put My Ex-husband and His Beloved Woman in Jail
I had been married to Landen Patel for three years. He suddenly got down on his knees in front of me one day, and his eyes were filled with tears. "Honey, could you... temporarily divorce me?" I froze, as if someone had hit me over the head without warning. A chill ran through my body. "Jaynie is back, and she brought a five-year-old boy. I just found out today... that I am the father. But he has leukemia. The doctors said the only way to save him is if Jaynie and I have another child so that we can use the newborn's embryonic stem cells. Looking at his pained face, I gave a bitter smile. "So you're saying you want a divorce... to have a child with her?" He shook his head, crying. "It's only temporary! Once the boy is saved, I'll come back to you. Honey, please... think of it as saving a life..." Just then, his phone rang. Jaynie Payne sent him a revealing selfie with a message. "Landen, I'm ready. Has Lydia agreed? The doctor said it is the best time for me to get pregnant tonight."/0/18775/coverorgin.jpg?v=1dd743f5a79dffde8d9facdf5141561f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Fools Me Around
Her mother's scheme granted her a wild one night stand with a stranger. But as soon as the sun rose, her family's debts were paid off, and everyone disappeared on her. At that time, she found herself miserably abandoned. Five years later, she had already become a famous painter once she returned to hold a low-key art exhibition in town. Meanwhile, he was the most successful man in the city, a big shot in the business world. She thought she had nothing to do with him but was forced into his life. The moment she showed up with the child, he remembered the shy girl from five years ago. He had been looking for her since that night and wasn't willing to let her go this time./1/101834/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5aa3a9939fb1cce61c1a7ef146b5d67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Manipulation, Her Undoing, His End
My fiancé thought he was manipulating a naive heiress, unaware I had video proof of him plotting to commit me to an asylum. He planned to steal my inheritance with my cousin, but tonight, I' m not signing a marriage license. I' m signing his death warrant. For years, I played the role of the docile, grateful orphan while Holden and Dianne mocked me behind my back. They called me mentally incompetent, laughing as they planned to strip me of my father' s legacy and lock me away. I watched them parade around my birthday gala, smug in their victory, treating me like a fragile doll on the verge of a breakdown. They expected tears. They expected submission. Instead, they got a cold-blooded execution. In front of the entire New York elite, I didn't hand my voting rights to the golden boy who promised to love me. I walked past him and handed the charter to the one man the entire family feared. Hazen Ingram. The scarred, silent "monster" of the dynasty. As Holden screamed and was dragged away by security, I realized something terrifyingly beautiful. I didn't just choose revenge. I chose the only man who ever truly protected me./0/32402/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc9bc2b9e376bd85d2e8f2e457bb2ae2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ask for the moon
Yoreh selene was a working student because she wanted to earn money and help her parents to pay her bills. She was working when met Crus Elio who is running from his past. Running for the heartbreak that her mother wants to fix by attending the birthday of the cousin of the girl who caused it. He is not fully sure why he kept refusing it. He is afraid that his ex-girlfriend will see how miserable he is. They came with the condition where Yoreh will help Cyrus by being at his side while the birthday party is not over. Cyrus and his ex-girlfriend had a good meeting but Yoreh did not expect Cyrus to be a soft person in front of her and came to the point that he hurt her emotionally due to the unexpected treatment. There was an opportunity for them to cross paths and get to know each other. Just like people who know other people. They became curious about each other which in turn pushed Cyrus to court Yoreh. He sees something on her that he wants to keep next to it. At first Yoreh didn't agree because he knew he still had feelings for his ex-girlfriend and it was too fast. But who is the person who can dodge a cupid? Who can say no to the love that is approaching? Whatever Yoreh pushes away from Cyrus it pulls her back which is why she is overwhelmed with love. They got a chance wherein they have feelings for each other but like real life relationships it has a conflict that they struggle to resolve. As they adjusted they came to the point that they were not open for the emotion of the two sides so it led to misunderstanding and separated their path. Cyrus neglected their relationship because he chose to stay with his ex-girlfriend who was a victim of sexual harassment by her own step father. Cyrus chose to hide it from Yoreh which is why she doubted it. The point came that Cyrus wants to end their relationship but when Yoreh agreed he took it back because Yoreh cursed that they would never get back together once they seperated their ways. Cyrus explained everything to Yoreh but it was still tough. It didn't send emotion. They went well even without a label, the day came when destiny tried them again. Yoreh witnessed something that made her jump to the conclusion and became close-minded. The years passed they tried again. However, destiny tried them again and again but this time they faced it and became open to each other. Just like people who truly love. For the second time, they become a risk-taker that leads them to take each other's heart forever./0/86585/coverorgin.jpg?v=450a65ff0b13044589a75b39e43952f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seduce My Brother: A Vow Betrayed
"I want you to seduce my brother." Those words, colder than the champagne in Alexander Hayes' s hand, shattered my five-year-long silent devotion. He was the man I secretly loved, the tech mogul who always dismissed our relationship, now demanding I break his disabled brother Daniel' s engagement to Chloe Miller. My heart hammered as he slid a check across the table: a cool million dollars to destroy an innocent man, followed by a promise of marriage to me-the ultimate reward for being his loyal, convenient secret. The familiar sting of his manipulative arrogance turned into a bitter laugh. Marriage? Now? After years of begging for commitment, I was just a prize for a performing dog. The shock gave way to cold anger. All my sacrifices, the lonely nights, the lies-all for him. He expected me to gratefully accept, like always. He wanted a performance? I' d give him one. But on my terms. "It's not enough," I heard myself say, my voice steady. His eyebrows shot up. He didn't expect that. "Five million," I stated, walking closer. "And a signed marriage contract. Before I even meet him." He stared, searching for weakness. He found none. The desperate, love-struck girl was gone. He agreed. I took the deal, trading my love for a contract, realizing I was just an asset in his twisted game. The game had changed. I was no longer his puppet. This was about survival. And maybe, just maybe, revenge./0/22993/coverorgin.jpg?v=021ff2be4fb1db94cab10d1513a41ed9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
