Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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WITCH KINGDOM
The show started and ended exactly the way I wanted it to. A banal story with a banal ending. The hero defeats the villain, thus earning world recognition, and the villain, as it should be, plays the game. What is surprising here? Perhaps the fact that the villain raised his hero himself, prepared the box for himself, and chose how he would meet his end? A hopelessly ill serial killer, a maniac and Satan himself, as people called me, hoping to rest at least in hell, I was suddenly reborn in a new world. A world where everything is ruled by force, deceit and cruelty, where there are no video cameras, the presumption of innocence and other quinoa that restrained human vices. Finally, I got to where I belonged./0/49767/coverorgin.jpg?v=0523c0dcc8d3f701c313da46771b13cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Bride For The Mafia King
After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni - the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect./0/80898/coverorgin.jpg?v=62e5400ce3964057ffc097ee0c1dcacc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Illusions, Reclaimed Life
After eight years of marriage and years of quiet heartbreak, the two pink lines on the pregnancy test finally gave me a desperate surge of hope: our baby, a chance to fix everything with my husband, Ethan. But Ethan, the man I thought was my struggling artist, was secretly having an affair with a twenty-year-old named Alexis, a girl he'd 'rescued,' shattering the illusion of our life. Convinced her absence was the key, I foolishly booked Alexis a non-refundable ticket to a remote wellness retreat, a desperate, naive attempt to save my family. Within hours, Ethan unleashed a cold, precise rage, systematically dismantling my parents' beloved diner chain, a Midwest institution built from nothing, reducing decades of their hard work to rubble in just three days. He then sent his men to our family home, subtly threatening my parents, forcing my proud father to kneel in the town square and publicly apologize for *my* supposed deceit. When I finally confronted him, begging him to stop, he clamped his hand around my throat, slamming me against the wall, his eyes promising devastation far beyond mere financial ruin. Staring into the eyes of the monster he truly was, the man who had dismissed me as too old and 'not vibrant,' I knew the fragile lie of our marriage, and the hope of our child, could not survive. To break free from his poison, to ensure he could never use a baby to forever bind me to him, I made the agonizing, solitary decision to abort the pregnancy. Hollowed out but resolute, I packed our lives into essentials, left my wedding ring, and with my parents, disappeared to a small town, rebuilding our lives from scratch, waiting for the inevitable. He found me months later, working as a waitress, smugly offering to buy me back, to restore my parents' wealth, thinking he could still control me with money. But as I met his gaze, I calmly delivered the truth that stripped him of everything: 'There was a baby, Ethan. Ours. And I got rid of it. Because of you.' That single, devastating confession shattered his arrogance, leaving him broken and lost, finally giving me the first taste of true, hard-won freedom I had fought so desperately to claim./0/85904/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ccdc7837c45477b794a0ef10294359c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning
Today was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a hysterectomy. My husband, Mark, sent a diamond necklace, but instead of him, a young woman' s voice answered his phone. "This is Emily. Please, don' t do this to Mark." Her tearful plea implied she had picked out my anniversary gift with him. He then agreed to a divorce-eagerly, relieved-hanging up before I could speak. He never showed up at the courthouse. He promised to meet me. He broke that promise. Two months later, he stumbled home, drunk, offering me a luxury watch as if it could erase his betrayal. "A divorce? We' re not getting a divorce," he slurred. I saw him days later, laughing intimately with Emily at a café, while I was dealing with more than just a broken marriage. "I have uterine cancer." The words were out, shattering the fragile peace. "You have cancer and you' re telling me now? How could you keep that from me?" he shouted, not out of concern, but anger at how it looked. He raged about losing control, about how this affected him, not once asking about my pain. I had been alone in a hospital bed, recovering from surgery, while he was at a gala with Emily, the "close companion," the night of my surgery. He thought I was making a scene, when he was the one who had brought Emily to his parents' home, to Lily' s birthday party. His mother praised Emily, who' d planned my daughter' s party. They all stood there, a united front: Mark, his parents, and his mistress, making me the villain. His cruelty was breathtaking. "She' s just bitter," he announced to the silent room. "She' s bitter because she' s not a complete woman anymore. She had to have a hysterectomy. She has cancer. She can' t have any more children. She' s broken." He had taken my deepest vulnerability, my illness, and used it as a weapon to humiliate me publicly. Something inside me snapped. I slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the stunned silence. Emily shrieked and lunged, but I sidestepped, and she crashed into a table. "It' s all yours," I said, my voice ringing with finality. "You can have him. You can have this whole rotten family. We' re done." I walked out, hand in hand with my daughter, leaving the wreckage behind./1/112029/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7dbdce42f124adb5174901f31e546ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Limited-Time Romance
For three months, I played the part of the perfect girlfriend for billionaire heir Ansel Schultz. I was the obedient, low-maintenance girl from a middle-class zip code, the one who never asked where he was or demanded expensive gifts. Then, standing in the shadows of a hallway, I heard the truth from his own lips. He told his friends I was nothing more than a "convenience," a "pressure valve for his schedule." Our entire relationship was just a "pure romance movie with a time limit," set to end the moment his real fiancée, the heiress Isela Lamb, arrived in New York. One of them cornered me outside the door, hissing in my ear. "The carriage is turning back into a pumpkin, Cinderella. Pack your bags and get out." They were all waiting for the show. They expected me to break down, to run away crying and become the joke of the city. They thought a girl like me would cling to him like a vine, begging for a fairy tale that was never real. But an anthropologist doesn't cry when the monkeys throw mud at her. I pushed open the heavy door, walked straight to his table under the shocked stares of his friends, and looked him in the eye. "I heard the part about the limited-time romance movie," I said with a smile. "When it ends, can you make sure that recommendation letter includes an introduction to the head of Strategic Investment at the Schultz Group? I need an interview for my summer internship."/0/53678/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2e6f7af0de64fff0effeba9d38792cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire CEO'S Forbidden Love
When Revan's marriage agreement shocks the foundation of her life, Aurora is faced with a difficult choice: pursue his heart or maintain her loyalty to friendship and loyalty to Calista, Revan's wife. Meanwhile, Revan, consumed by fear of Aurora's possible pregnancy, feels compelled to protect and care for her in any way he can. On their journey to find a path to happiness and peace, the two must face the consequences of their decisions, facing trials that test their love, loyalty, and commitment to each other. In "A Forbidden Love Story," they will discover that fate's fate is unpredictable, and that decisions made in dire circumstances can take them in directions they never expected./0/58684/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee18dd2750e829eeff995cb751c92bc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping His Chains: The Ruthless CEO's Secret Lover
For three years, Joanna had dedicated herself as both Anthony's secretary and his secret lover, all for her family's sake. Upon discovering Anthony's engagement to the woman he truly loved, Joanna chose to break off their affair, resign from her role, conceal her pregnancy, and leave without a trace. Five years later, Joanna had ascended to the role of CEO of a formidable business empire. In a bold public declaration, she announced her plans to acquire Anthony's group within three years. In a private moment, Anthony cornered Joanna, pressing her against the wall and softly kissing her near her lips. "If you desire it, I'm ready to offer it to you, okay? Just promise you won't leave me again."/0/82306/coverorgin.jpg?v=86d90ecc3004d193c6cc6e67da3d9ae2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Into His Regret
My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world. Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir. Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really. Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights. He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen. My world shattered. His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge. My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state. That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later. My internship vanished. I was ostracized. And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child. Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia. Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments. He even desecrated my father' s grave. How could I have loved such a monster? How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family? I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine. The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating. With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die. And I did. Then, I woke up. It was the day before everything went wrong. And so did Ethan./0/83714/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9082c301776f4ee2d6aa60881509c00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bayou Bride: A Pact With Darkness
My brother Julian, driven by family image, left me abandoned in a remote, dangerous hunting cabin, forcing me to give up my fiancé so his perfect fiancée could have him. Cornered by dangerous squatters, with no hope left, I screamed a desperate plea into the darkness, a forgotten bayou pact. A week later, I calmly walked out, seemingly compliant, only to be subjected to further humiliation and emotional torture by the Sinclairs, culminating in being thrown from their car and forced to drive despite my crippling fear from a childhood accident that killed my foster parents. They locked me away, berated me as ungrateful, a stain on their name, and openly sided with the "perfect" sister who feigned injury to ensure my isolation. But they didn't know I wasn't just surviving; I was preparing my true wedding gown, ready to sever ties and claim the mystical groom who had answered my desperate plea./0/86217/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fa7f0eeb46d3fc1509bb8830e3e3ce2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crowned By Starlight: Her Revenge Just Began
For eight years, I was Dillon Horton's loyal shadow, the woman who built her life on his whispered promises. But on my 25th birthday, he didn't bring a gift. He brought a necklace for his mistress and a credit card to pay for my own public execution. He thought pushing me down a flight of stairs and shattering my design hand would be the end of me. He was wrong. From the ashes of that night, I was reborn as "Aria," the anonymous artist who took the world by storm. Now, his empire is in ruins, and he knows the truth. He's hunting for the ghost he tried to erase, but he's about to find a queen who built her throne on the wreckage of his lies./0/24268/coverorgin.jpg?v=061436f4d3a9d5940d483da38eaa499c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deadly lust
The story focuses on two individuals, the male lead and the female lead. The male lead Frank Sinatra is a twenty-two-year-old man who on his father's wishes had taken up the position of Ceo in his father's company. He returns back to the city and agrees but he habours a dark secret. The female lead Amanda Jacobes had just escaped from a toxic relationshipfrom her ex boy friend. She joins a secret organization that specializes in catching men that cheat on their spouses. The two of them meet when Frank saves Amanda from a bunch of rapisits in a mission gone wrong. As the booth of them falling love suddenly there is a twist as Franks twin brother Ferdinand emerges from the shadows and is driven by envy and jealousy towards Frank. He proceeds to take everything that his brother had even in the process killing anyone who gets in his way. His primary focus is Amanda. Amanda and Franbki must both fight for their love even from the society that now hunts her down for breaking a sacred rule. in the end, do they win or is their love strong enough to allow them to fight against everything that is thrown against them/0/52896/coverorgin.jpg?v=6afe7ca2cd7336f13666141e416e2e5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Colors of Love
"The Colors of Love" will involve on delving deeper into character backgrounds, their relationship's evolution, and the emotional journey they undertake. Here's a detailed description: --- In the heart of a bustling city lived Sophia, an aspiring artist with dreams as vibrant as her canvases. Her life was a palette of shades, each brushstroke a testament to her journey. In another corner of the city was Alex, a musician whose melodies could capture the essence of the unseen, his guitar an extension of his soul. Their paths were different, yet destined to intertwine in a coffee shop where fate orchestrated their first encounter. Sophia, with her sketchbook in hand, accidentally bumped into Alex, causing her coffee to spill over his shirt. This serendipitous spill was the beginning of a conversation that flowed as smoothly as the coffee from her cup. They talked about art, music, and the muses that haunted their dreams. It was a meeting of minds and hearts, a preview of the symphony their lives were about to compose. Their second meeting, unplanned and unscripted at a mutual friend's art exhibition, allowed them to delve deeper into each other's worlds. Surrounded by art, they discovered their shared passion for creativity. This mutual understanding laid the foundation for their first date at an art museum, where they wandered through galleries, sharing stories and interpretations of the art that moved them. It was here, amidst the silent witnesses of canvas and sculpture, that they realized their connection was more profound than they had initially thought. Inspired by their shared experiences, Sophia and Alex decided to collaborate on a project that would merge visual art with music. The process was a dance of two souls learning to move in unison, though not without stepping on each other's toes. Creative differences arose, challenging them to find harmony in their discord. This collaboration tested their budding relationship, forcing them to navigate the delicate balance between individual expression and mutual compromise. Through this, they discovered the beauty of blending two distinct art forms, and in the process, they found themselves drawn closer, culminating in a kiss that sealed their connection. Introducing Alex to her family, Sophia felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Her family, protective yet open-hearted, quickly warmed up to Alex, his charm and genuine affection for Sophia winning them over. This acceptance was a significant milestone, affirming their relationship's importance to Sophia. However, the harmony they had found was soon threatened by an opportunity that came Alex's way—a chance to tour with a well-known band. The prospect of distance posed a daunting challenge, stirring fears of uncertainty and loneliness. Their attempts to maintain the connection through digital means were a lifeline, yet the physical absence created a void that strained their bond. Alex's return was a moment of joy shadowed by the tension of their time apart. Their reunion forced them to confront the realities of their relationship, acknowledging the growth and changes that had occurred in their absence. It was a test of their commitment and love for each other, a trial they had to navigate with care and understanding. The introduction of a charismatic painter into Sophia's life brought new challenges, sparking jealousy and insecurity in Alex. This situation led to a confrontation that exposed underlying issues of trust and communication. It was a pivotal moment that demanded honesty and vulnerability, leading them to a deeper understanding of each other's fears and desires. In a grand romantic gesture, Alex organized a surprise concert for Sophia, a public declaration of his love that blended their artistic talents. It was a moment of triumph over their previous conflicts, a testament to their enduring affection and mutual respect. As they embarked on a journey together, exploring new places and drawing inspiration from their travels, their relationship flourished. The proposal, set against the backdrop of art and beauty that had defined their connection, was a promise of a shared future. The excitement of wedding planning, infused with their creative touches, brought them even closer, weaving their lives and dreams into a shared tapestry. Their bachelor and bachelorette parties were celebrations of their individual journeys and the new path they were about to embark on together. The wedding itself was a reflection of their love—a unique, artistic ceremony that celebrated their union and the merging of their worlds. The honeymoon offered a respite, a time to revel in their love and the beauty of their surroundings. Inspired by their experiences, they created new art and music, expressions of their shared joy and the deep connection that bound them. Returning home, they faced the challenge of building a life together, b/0/84027/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbf0e3a900230c623cd33d4fac3ab935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée's Fatal Flaw
Yesterday, she was my fiancée, the woman I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with. Today, the day our future was supposed to begin, she called to tell me she had amnesia and didn't know who I was. Then, she told me to meet her at the courthouse to annul our marriage license, threatening me with her father's lawyers. I arrived to find her clinging to Caleb, her high school sweetheart, his arm possessively around her waist. She looked at me with cold, empty eyes and declared me a stranger, even as Caleb smirked, confirming her "amnesia" was real, or maybe not. The following days were a blur of humiliation: she kicked me out of our shared apartment, branding my life's work as "junk" while Caleb moved in, deliberately wearing my band's t-shirt. But the final blow was her booking my studio for her elopement party with Caleb, forcing me to DJ and play the love song I wrote for her as their first dance. I played my heart out, watching them sway, feeling every fiber of my being shatter, wondering how someone could inflict such calculated cruelty. Why was she doing this to me, turning our sacred bond into a twisted public spectacle? Little did she know, I had overheard her entire malicious game weeks ago, and my heartbreak was just the beginning of a cold, calculated plan of my own./0/46795/coverorgin.jpg?v=3704917a82bd4cca1d168fc0c4f388ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
It was One Night Only
Book One in the Mirchoff Series. Can be read as a stand alone I definitely didn't expect to wake up in the arms of someone so important and most importantly I didn't expect to wake up naked. How did I end up here again? I went to a bar to get drunk because I wasn't able to close a deal for my parents today so I went to get drunk. I know I was bad at drinking so why did I go? I'm such a mess now. What do I do? All these and more run in the mind of Rachael Bloom when she finally discovers that she has lost her virginity during a one-night stand. Not exactly where she wanted to lose it. How does she navigate through? Does this lead her to a place of true love? All rights reserved. Zera Enjoy!!!/1/112655/coverorgin.jpg?v=82c2b437f1ff17684fb5d226d00f0d79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Psycho Billionaire
Valerie Ashford, a girl who had just turned twenty-one, was introduced by her father to his business associates at a grand party, where she met a frightening, cold-blooded man. That man was none other than her father's business partner, the CEO of a major corporation. He was taken with Valerie and had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. For Rovano Morvane, whatever he desired was absolute and he had to have it, even by the worst means possible. That night Valerie vanished without a trace and Rovano became the prime suspect, yet the Ashford family could not prove their allegations. "P-please, I don't want to die, sir..." Valerie whispered so softly that Rovano had to bend down even lower. "Didn't you just say you didn't care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth." Rovano ordered. Cold, Valerie felt the other side of the folding knife pressed against her cheek. Rovano was going to mark Valerie. It felt like something was missing if Rovano didn't take out his psychopathic urges on someone. And this time, for the first time, he wanted a girl: Valerie Ashford. Would Valerie's life end here?/0/80429/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab2d72436d1753193c4a741d278504a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife's Strategic Strike
My life as Olivia Vanderbilt Miller, wife to the powerful Ethan Miller, was a meticulously curated masterpiece of luxury and influence. Our annual Children's Foundation Gala was meant to be another perfect night, a testament to our powerful alliance. I even smoothed down my custom Oscar de la Renta, ready for my husband to pick me up. But pulling up to the curb, Ethan’s familiar Maybach held a stranger in *my* passenger seat, a bright-eyed intern named Chloe, shattering the illusion. She chirped at me, utterly unmoving, while Ethan was on his phone, signaling me to calm down. What followed was a ruthless campaign of disrespect: a stolen sapphire necklace meant for me, brazenly flaunted on Chloe’s social media. Ethan, instead of defending our marriage, dismissed my growing unease as jealousy, comparing his intern to his bullied sister. He effectively abandoned me, moving to his city apartment, allowing this audacious intern to systematically erode our trust. The betrayal wasn't just Chloe's audacity, but Ethan’s shocking revelation: he’d been *testing* me. He was orchestrating this humiliating spectacle to ‘correct’ my behavior, driven by his own unresolved childhood trauma. His cruel indifference, his inexplicable defense of her, confirmed a devastating truth: this was no accidental slight, but a deliberate dismantling of our trust. Olivia Vanderbilt Miller doesn’t crumble when hurt; she strategizes. So, at our family Thanksgiving dinner, I unveiled my retaliatory masterplan: a fake pregnancy, a hint of suspicious paternity, and divorce papers, served with a serene smile. What do you do when your husband engineers your public humiliation? You secure your future and leave him with an impossible paternity question./0/82932/coverorgin.jpg?v=97573af9905828cbb2e8e234e7d097ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Invisible Wife to Unattainable Woman
For a decade, I lived a shadow life as Ava Miller, executive assistant and secret wife to tech CEO Ethan Cole. My days were for him, my nights for suppressed art dreams harbored in secret. I was his indispensable, yet invisible, fixture—a doormat, friends called me—all for a forgotten childhood kindness. But my carefully constructed world shattered when his public girlfriend, Tiffany, brazenly presented my most private keepsakes—my treasured journals, secret sketches, and beloved wooden box—on Ethan's desk. Instead of defending me, Ethan laughed. "Pathetic," he sneered, then fed every piece, every memory, into his industrial shredder. The whirring sound didn't just chew paper and wood; it devoured my soul. I stood frozen, watching my life become confetti. That single act of cruel indifference, the 99th and final blow, ripped away the blind devotion I'd held for a lifetime. How could the boy who once protected me as a child become this monster who so carelessly destroyed my most sacred memories? The agonizing pain of feeling utterly worthless was a sudden, chilling clarity. As the shredded fragments fluttered, a singular, cold resolve settled in me. The debt was paid, the sacrifice complete. My resignation was filed, my lawyer called for immediate divorce, and a one-way ticket for my dream fellowship booked. He thought he annihilated me. He only set me free. But what happens when the man who destroyed your life finally learns the devastating truth about who you really are, and the profound, life-saving secret you've held for decades?/0/27084/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1fcce7ca80b180589ef43a2ccf9811d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Love, Written in Blood and Tears
"Love, Written in Blood and Tears" is a haunting exploration of passion, sacrifice, and the fragile line between devotion and destruction. It is not a gentle love story-it is a portrait of hearts that collide with such intensity that they leave behind both beauty and ruin. This is a story where love is not simply a comfort, but a trial of fire. Where trust is tested by betrayal, and hope is carried like a fragile flame through storms of heartbreak. It asks what it means to give everything for someone else: your dreams, your peace, even pieces of your soul. The tale is drenched in longing and loss, in choices that cut deeper than any blade. Every heartbeat becomes a battle between desire and duty, every tear a testimony to what has been lost-and what is worth fighting for. At its core, it is about the kind of love that scars, yet still redeems. The kind that endures even when it shatters. The kind written not in words, but in the silent language of wounds, sacrifice, and unbreakable bonds. It is a story of love that refuses to die, even when it is forced to bleed./0/55712/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
