Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Material Girl
Calista never thought that her life would be as complicated as it is now, many things have been taken away from her. Until she felt there was no hope anymore to continue living. Who would have thought that the universe had other wishes, someone came into her life and gave the color that made Calista's life now filled with bright colors. From there the story of Calista starts her life again with the figure she loves./0/38320/coverorgin.jpg?v=518984f5d67af28155f28e41feb03321&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Sickness
Anthony Johnson was adopted by Elsa Johnson’s father more than ten years ago. Since then, Anthony has been Elsa’s nominal elder brother. After Elsa’s parents being persecuted, Anthony stops Elsa to revenge and keeps Elsa around him all the time. For him, he thinks this is a good way to protect Elsa. But for Elsa, she thinks this is imprisonment, so she has been trying every means to run away. Anthony doesn’t know that some birds are not meant to be caged, because their feathers are just too bright./1/114890/coverorgin.jpg?v=bef4efb75e0c2b99dd1a2fb22afdbf4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Brilliant Pathologist And Her Stoic Cop
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision. But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy. It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code. "Curtain call." By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide. The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead. Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer. But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling. Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life. To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto. Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her? Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames. As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started. She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty. The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun./0/73685/coverorgin.jpg?v=27f2a74181df514f2a55f57f4ba4d982&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dark Chemistry
"Everything of you is a non-existing dangerous drug, Natalia. And I'm addicted to it." He rasped beside my ear then slowly but seductively brushed his nose on my neck and then my hair like he was smelling my body and my hair. I stopped breathing as I started feeling like I was going to pass out. ❥ If you start loving someone from deep down your heart, you will stop caring about the hurts, miseries, anguishes and traumas that he/she once caused in your life. You'll even be ready to sacrifice your own life for him/her. Love can change your miseries and traumas into peace and happiness, love can change an emotionless monster into a loverboy. If you don't want to love or don't want to be loved then love won't wait for your permission. You won't even realize 'where, when and how' you fell in love. Love can destroy you within a blink, love can bring you happiness and love can even kill you with no mercy. ✧*(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*. Natalia Rauf, a simple Bangladeshi girl, was living a peaceful life filled with family warmth, laughter, and the carefree joys of school and friendship. But all of that changed one night like a nightmare. The pull of the forbidden was irresistible, especially for an eighteen-year-old like her, craving excitement with her best friends. They sneaked into an infamous club to discover its secrecy and have fun. Tucked away from the usual haunts, the place thrummed with an eerie allure, promising both thrill and peril in equal measure. They enjoyed, really enjoyed. Unbeknownst to her, a predator's eyes followed her every move from the VIP balcony, lurking in the shadows. What began as a harmless night out would soon spiral into a deadly game of cat and mouse, forcing her to confront the terror of being hunted by a man with no mercy. " Highschool girl × Italian Mafia Boss "/0/96072/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bc3b7519b381b44327a5020f1bdf076&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me gently, break me slow
Eva had never imagined attending a blind date in place of her rich friend Jasmine. Jasmine, ambitious and wary of the man she was supposed to meet, refused to go-convinced he would be far too old. So Eva went in her place-and found herself staring at Alexander Thorne, London's youngest billionaire, only twenty-eight, radiating a cold, commanding presence that seemed impossible to ignore. Alexander realized there at the dinner that she wasn't jasmine,the woman he was supposed to meet. Meanwhile, his grandmother, Madame Theressa, was really pressuring him to settle down, Alexander did what he always did-handled it with logic. The first blind date had failed, and he had no intention of entertaining Clarissa Vale, the fashion designer his grandmother chose next. So he made Eva an offer instead: a three-month relationship contract, worth one million dollars. It was supposed to be simple-a business arrangement to keep his grandmother satisfied. Alexander had sworn he wouldn't fall. Yet every smile, every stubborn remark, every unguarded laugh began to chip away at the walls he'd built. What started as an obligation was turning into something dangerously real./0/80823/coverorgin.jpg?v=a390d6c0ea7f8752b2f689c9d36241c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unchosen Bride's Vengeance
The ballroom glittered, a dazzling spectacle where tech mogul Ethan Vanderbilt was about to pick his bride. I was just Sarah Jenkins, one of 99 hopefuls, a nobody from a modest background. But I’d lived this night before. In that life, I was chosen, a pawn manipulated by his stepmother Eleanor, which eventually led to the cold, cruel death of my beloved grandfather. This time, I hacked the lottery system to avoid being selected. Yet, Ethan still picked the manipulative Lily, igniting a familiar dread as their lies began to twist my reality. When Lily feigned an allergic reaction to roses, and Ethan, fueled by his stepsister’s vicious charade, threatened my grandfather’s cherished garden and the sentimental old gazebo, my heart pounded with a desperate fear for my last remaining connection to home. The ultimate horror struck during my hospital visit, as Lily's fabricated attack led Ethan, blinded by rage, to wrench the life-sustaining ventilator tube from my grandfather’s machine. He called to disable the backup power, leaving my frail, elderly grandfather to suffocate in the silence, a deliberate act of cruelty to punish me. I stood there, utterly helpless, forced to watch my world disintegrate as the last breath left his body, his life stolen by a man I once believed in. How could Ethan, the face of innovation and charity, commit such a monstrous act, discarding an innocent life based on a shallow girl's lies? The injustice burned through me, a searing wound that far outstripped the physical pain he inflicted; how could anyone be so effortlessly cruel, so easily fooled into becoming a murderer? My grief was absolute, but within it, a cold, hard resolve began to crystallize, transforming my shattered heart into a weapon. As I knelt, broken, beside my grandfather’s lifeless form, Marcus Thorne, a reclusive and powerful financier, appeared in the doorway, an unexpected anchor in my storm of despair. In that moment, a desperate, dangerous idea took root: I would marry Marcus, step into his world of power and influence, and from that unassailable position, I would rise from the ashes of my ruined life to exact a precise, calculated revenge on every single person who conspired in my downfall. This was not the end; it was the ruthless beginning of my second act./0/62005/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d5dd5f2f06b0e45a1cbe6659485907a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heart Of Luxury
Struggling artist Sophia Thompson meets billionaire entrepreneur Julian Saint Clair, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of passion and luxury. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of high society, they must confront their own dark pasts and the secrets that threaten to destroy their love. Will their passion be strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their path, or will the heart of luxury tear them apart?/0/84392/coverorgin.jpg?v=855b95e2d6d89de64e05ca6e740eb6ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Billionaire Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Truth
The morning after Ethan and I made love, his lawyer showed up at our apartment. He laid a large manila folder on the coffee table: a deed to our condo, car keys, and a wire transfer confirmation for $1.8 million. "Mr. Lester considers this a severance package," the lawyer stated, his voice flat. Just hours before, Ethan had whispered promises, his touch tender. Now, he was gone, to an arranged marriage in Dallas. I wanted to scream, but only felt a chilling confusion. How could the man who held me so close be so cold? Was our four-year love story just a transaction? My world, once vibrant, collapsed into a silent, sun-drenched cage. But one detail struck me, a bizarre act of kindness in the midst of betrayal: Ethan had instructed his lawyer not to disturb my sleep. Why would a man dishing out such cruelty care if I got enough rest? It was a nonsensical flicker of concern that screamed one thing: he was being forced. There had to be more to this. I wouldn't accept it. I picked up my phone, not to call him, but to call a number he never knew I had. "Anthony," I said, my voice steady. "I need a flight to Dallas. Immediately."/0/18529/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3fc4645eac2cec54e6c24382b6e7042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped In Lace
Rachel was a brilliant doctor with her whole life ahead of her. After five years of being stuck in a loveless marriage, she finally decided that it was time to get a divorce. By some cruel twist of fate, Rachel also found out that one of her patients was actually her husband’s mistress. “Mr. Fu, the least you could do is wait until we’re formally divorced before you go around cheating on me!” “Mrs. Fu, am I sensing some jealousy here?” “Just sign the divorce papers!” Rachel thought that everything would be fine after the divorce. However, they ended up in the same bed again after her father insisted that they live together for another year. What happened after Rachel rolled back into the arms of her ex-husband?/1/117486/coverorgin.jpg?v=59d618d5a91f33600c5a10603b4ebf9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns
Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash. Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die. When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort. Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane. "Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!" Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention. They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement. Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice. She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way. But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken. Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek. She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party. If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds./0/85690/coverorgin.jpg?v=873e11036eaa1a30c7d08ec2164afb01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Digital Death To Shared Reign
The final memory of my past life was a cold, digital execution. I watched David Chen, my ex-fiancé, on a hundred-foot screen at his company' s IPO launch, alive and destroying me. "Sarah Miller hacked my systems," he' d declared, pulling his new girlfriend, Emily, close. "She tried to con my grieving family and ruin Emily' s reputation." The fallout was immediate: blacklisted, our family' s digital forensics firm raided, our life' s work wiped clean. He' d sneered, "If you can' t bring back my reputation, you' ll pay." I paid. We all did. Until now. The insistent ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the silence, bringing me back to October 12th. It was the day after David Chen was reported dead, the day his parents had come seeking my help. Last time, I' d opened that door, taken their money, accepted their false promises, and poured my soul into his shattered laptop, only for him to rise from the grave to crucify me. But this time, I knew where that path led. I pressed my face against the cool wood, my voice steady. "Go away." Mrs. Chen's muffled plea followed: "Sarah, please! It's about David. We need your help." I' d lied: "No one can truly recover data from a physically destroyed device." The silence on the other side thickened with their disbelief, just before the lock on my door clicked. He was here. Already. The door swung open, revealing David Chen, perfectly alive, his charismatic smile a cruel slash. "See, Mom, Dad? I told you she was hiding something," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a chilling, possessive fire in them. "She knew I wasn't dead." Emily slipped in behind him, a picture of deceptive innocence. He picked up my brother' s locket, a symbol of my family, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it out the window. "You're a monster," I whispered. "No," he said, "I'm a survivor. You've had your little rebirth, your second chance. Fine. Let's see what you do with it." He knew. He was acknowledging it, and my blood ran cold. He thought he had won, confining me to this digital graveyard. But he was wrong. He hadn't just confined me. He had given me a target./0/57463/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ed4f6d5fe3964363123b9e6e013b716&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Melting His cold Heart
With hatred for her step-sister and family generally, Piper Snow finds herself in a bar wallowing in alcohol after finding out her boyfriend…No, her ex-boyfriend cheats on her with her step-sister. She gets drunk and passes out on her way home in front of a moving vehicle. *** Davis Kingston, a 27-year-old cold and handsome billionaire who commands so much power and respect, owns probably more than half of the businesses existing in the country but he is betrothed to a sassy, rude, and arrogant rich missy, camela white. What happens when Davis Kingston meets piper? What made Davis so cold? Will she be able to melt his cold heart? Can Camela stand losing Davis?/0/63952/coverorgin.jpg?v=80f06c11eb1ef4f35e3a0e41df4e00a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love at First Sight
Lucia Carrington, the formidable CEO of Carrington Enterprises, thought she had it all-wealth, success, and freedom. Yet, after a bitter divorce, she is left questioning the sacrifices she made for her empire. On a much-needed vacation to an exclusive island, she encounters David, a mysterious stranger who, despite his enigmatic past, brings a quiet storm into her life. But their connection threatens to unravel everything Lucia has built, especially when Trey, her ex-husband, reappears, determined to reclaim his place in her world. As love, lust, and power collide, Lucia must navigate her heart's desires and the dangers of trusting again. Will she find the strength to let down her walls, or will the ghosts of her past destroy any chance of true happiness?/0/32156/coverorgin.jpg?v=a236f237a33e2013f8499b18e9c4fba2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Struck by Love
She thought she met the angel of her dreams, but is he too good to be true? Angelo Tsarkopolis is the sexy hotshot and gorgeous CEO of his family's fortune. A chance encounter with Laura Parker is the catalyst to a flirtatious cat and mouse game between them. On the surface, he is her dream man and more. However, shady rumors surround his business, women throw themselves at him, and she fears he isn’t telling her everything. Angelo appears to only have eyes for Laura, but she can’t believe a young, wealthy, incredibly handsome and successful businessman like him could hold more than a passing interest in her, an average girl. She tries not to be another notch on his bedpost, but that’s getting harder with each passing day. Laura tries to temper the flames of passion, but they only grow hotter. Is she in over her head and will he break her heart for good?/0/92828/coverorgin.jpg?v=86c0e3d3628b5493fa1921ae28b75358&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unseen Heir, Her Escape
My husband stood me up on the biggest night of my career—my first solo art exhibition. I found him on the news, shielding another woman from a storm of cameras while the entire gallery watched my world collapse. His text was a final, cold slap in the face: "Kacie needs me. You'll be fine." For years, he'd called my art a "hobby," forgetting it was the foundation of his billion-dollar company. He had made me invisible. So I called my lawyer with a plan to use his arrogance against him. "Make the divorce papers look like a boring IP release form," I told her. "He'll sign anything to get me out of his office."/0/83419/coverorgin.jpg?v=12e5dc3c2f020f6d70b8328874a5a068&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes, A New Empire
The cool, conditioned air of the St. Regis suite was the first thing I noticed when I gasped awake, my head throbbing from that familiar chemical fog – the drug my brother, Mark, used to set me up with Chloe, the woman I once foolishly loved. Then, the memories slammed into me like a physical blow: the terrifying fire, Lily' s desperate screams, the sickening smell of gasoline, and the crushing heat – this wasn't a nightmare, it was real, a past I had just escaped, and across the king-sized bed sat Chloe, my murderer, my executioner. My throat clenched, a raw, primal scream trapped within as my heart hammered against my ribs, recognizing this as the night, the precise moment everything twisted into a lifetime of agonizing obsession, cruel betrayal, and the inferno that ultimately consumed my first life and my precious daughter. How could I have been so utterly blind, so completely duped, so willingly walked into a meticulously set trap that not only cost me everything, but also my child, leaving only a cold, sharp rage simmering within, refusing to be a helpless victim again? I had a choice now, a real chance to rewrite my fate, and with shaking hands that barely obeyed, I found my phone, scrolled straight to Ryan' s number in Chloe' s contacts, hit dial, and rasped into the receiver, "Come get your girlfriend, St. Regis, Suite 1412; she' s waiting for you," knowing that this time, I would burn her world down first./1/112295/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d3b3b2c439d7899deaad7379b631f8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Accidental Bride (Contract Marriage)
Ivy Bennett proposed to the wrong man. He was supposed to be wearing green. He wasn't. But he said yes anyway. Now she's married to a billionaire CEO she met five minutes ago, living in a penthouse she doesn't belong in, and trying very hard not to fall for the husband who was supposed to be temporary. The contract says six months. No feelings. Clean exit. But Adrian Vale has been looking for her for two years. And he's not letting go. A mistake. A contract. The wrong man in blue./0/23396/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1fd0ef438989e3a49e6011b80b67de4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trials And Tribulations
"You're a strong girl,you'd be fine without me" It was true,she realised it after that 'INCIDENT'.After she was forced to be fine.ALONE.without HIM and everyone else dear to her.Her father,brothers they all betrayed her and left her for death to embrace.The few who stood by her weren't able to help.They were forced to watch her being taken to that horrifying PLACE. ".....but now that am here you won't have to be alone" This,this was a lie she wished to have discovered sooner.He was there Yes!but turned his back the moment she needed him most.He joined forces with THEM and they believed what their sights offered,didn't want to go beyond,see further.They left her,abandoned her like she was never their's once upon a time. "I'll be with you each step of the way." And there was when he deserved an award ladies and gentlemen. (chukle) how ironic,she was walking down those broken steps alone trying to find the missing piece for each one to avoid falling and break more than she already is.He's nowhere to be found.Him and her family,was it all a lie?the love,the affection was it all one-sided?did she put her trust in the wrong people all this time?They betrayed her!now all her battles are her's to fight.No doubt she'll find Newness but is she ready to accept it with trust?New places,new people,NewHer. What if a life forces her to go back?can she return to where it all started and face her past and them all without it being too much? Join Alina Jeffery in her journey filled with trials and tribulations and find out who stayed,who boarded?What will happen?/1/115864/coverorgin.jpg?v=e658335740fa0aa7bbf60deaa8dbf66e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Defying The Odds: His True Wife
For three years, I played the role of the quiet, obedient trophy wife to Cristian George, the most ruthless man in New York. Everyone, including me, thought ours was just a cold transaction for his family trust. Then, his legendary first love, Hayden, returned from Europe after finalizing her divorce. She didn't just come back; she came straight for my husband. The entire Upper East Side exploded with gossip. My phone buzzed constantly with videos of her sobbing his name in VIP clubs and friends warning me to watch my back. Hayden even showed up at my workplace, sliding a multi-million dollar tourmaline necklace across the table as a condescending welcome gift. The elite circle opened dark web betting pools, mocking me as a pathetic charity case and taking bets on how fast I would be thrown out on the freezing streets. I was terrified. I had secretly loved him for ten years, but I was just ordinary. I hid the necklace in the darkest corner of my drawer, waiting for the executioner's blade to fall, fully expecting him to run back to his golden girl. But when Cristian accidentally found that velvet box, his eyes didn't fill with nostalgia. They darkened with absolute, territorial rage. He didn't ask for a divorce. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, threw the multi-million dollar gem aside like actual garbage, and picked up his phone. "Clear my schedule for Saturday evening. And book a fitting for Mrs. George." He was going to give the city a show they would never forget./0/84068/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7d9b8fda1bee94bf963d6bc814f732d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
