Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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My Boyfriend's Hot Brother
Rica is a beautiful young lady with a fiery personality. Rica managed to live on her own despite being alone in life. She didn’t mind how exhausted she was. Rica only wishes for a simple life, a degree, and a good job. Her life, however, turned upside down the day she took a scholarship exam at John Sebastian University. That’s when she met Alexander Morris, the hottest guy at the university. Their first meeting was a disaster. She was the only woman who raised an eyebrow at Alexander’s arrogance. His pride was touched, which piqued his interest in her. Rica was then the target of Alexander’s bullying. As a result, they became mortal enemies at school. But it didn’t stop there when she discovered that the man she despised the most was her boyfriend’s older brother. She admired her boyfriend so much that she didn’t want to detach from him, so she tried to reconcile and win over her boyfriend’s older brother’s heart. But what if her good intentions conflicted with Alexander’s? It is to lure her into his trap. Will she fall for his ruse? What if the situation will reverse? What if Alexander accidentally trapped himself?/1/102334/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260109221400&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Wrong Bride
Amara Kingsley, a free-spirited young woman born into wealth, refuses to accept the arranged marriage her parents have planned with Dominic Hale, a powerful and emotionally distant billionaire. Determined to escape a life she did not choose, Amara makes a dangerous decision-she disappears on the eve of her wedding. Before leaving, Amara finds Lina, a poor waitress who looks exactly like her, and convinces her to take her place. In exchange for money and a chance at a better life, Lina agrees to impersonate Amara and marry Dominic, while the real Amara travels the world, enjoying the freedom she has always craved. What begins as a lie slowly turns into reality. Behind his cold reputation, Dominic reveals himself to be a man capable of love, patience, and devotion. Living under Amara's identity, Lina unexpectedly falls in love with him-and becomes pregnant with his child. Months later, Amara returns, ready to reclaim her identity and family, only to discover that her place has been filled. Dominic no longer belongs to her, and the woman standing beside him-wearing her face-is carrying his child. Caught between regret and reality, Amara must face the consequences of her choice, as love, identity, and destiny collide in a story of betrayal, sacrifice, and irreversible decisions./0/65102/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241030150432&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Hearts Entwined
Zara and Amir are cousins and have been best of friends since their childhood days. They're now grown up to adults. You can't see Zara without Amir, they're always together. Every one knows their unbreakable bond. On the other hand, Amir sees her as more than just friends, he liked her for as long as he could remember. Conflict arises when Zara falls for Fawwaz, her other cousin. Will that be the end of Zara and Amir unbreakable bond as they portray it as? Or will destiny play it part in their lives./0/80120/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193246&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lover Who Broke My Soul
I opened my eyes to a miracle: A second chance. Reborn into my past life, I knew I was meant to cherish Ethan Cole, the husband I’d scorned, the man who’d loved me silently and died for my sake. This time, I vowed to be the wife he truly deserved. For a few precious weeks, there was hope; he, too, seemed reborn, gazing at me with cautious affection. But then Sophia Vance appeared, and everything shattered. His eyes, once full of tender light, turned relentlessly cold. He began to inflict systematic cruelty, using Sophia as a pawn in a twisted game of "testing" my love. He coerced me to sacrifice my dying mother for Sophia’s sibling, subjected me to public humiliation, and threatened me with physical harm. When my mother’s life and my own reputation weren't enough, he targeted my deepest fear: threatening my parents’ lives unless I confessed to Sophia’s absurd lies. My desperate love for him withered under this relentless onslaught, replaced by a chilling terror. How could the man who died for me become such a monster? Was this his perverse way of making me pay for my past sins? Or had his own reborn hope curdled into a devastating, calculated revenge? The man standing before me was a stranger, inflicting unimaginable cruelty, and I was trapped. I knew then: I wouldn't break. I would escape his torment. My only choice was to fake my own death, leaving him to his own regret and finally reclaiming my freedom./0/92635/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104081421&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unmasked Heiress's Revenge
I stepped into my bar to start my shift. The manager hurried over to report. "Miss, your boyfriend Mr. Fowler booked the most luxurious private room." Shock hit me hard. Lucas was broke. How could he afford such an expensive room? I told the manager to keep watching and pulled up the room's surveillance feed. "Man, I heard you lost a bet and had to date a poor girl. Is it fun?" "Don't even start. She costs me five hundred bucks a month. Just a greedy gold-digger!" Lucas Fowler's face twisted with disgust. He turned and kissed the two women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the kind of girls I like. I bought designer watches. One for each of you." I let out a bitter laugh. Calling me poor and a gold-digger? This bar was my own business! When my identity came out, I stood over a kneeling Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapped it across his face. "Swallow every last bill."/0/84031/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203735&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Her Secret Son Blew Up My Life
I waited three long years for Jen, my fiancée, to return from her "deep cover assignment," dreaming of the wedding we' d planned. Then, I overheard her icy voice in my own home office, admitting she' d hidden a pregnancy and given birth to a two-year-old son during her so-called mission, all while plotting to use me to secure a future for her family. The next morning, Jen and her accomplice, Drew, shamelessly brought her son to my house, maintaining their elaborate lie, while Drew set me up for a malicious scheme involving the boy' s severe allergy. Jen watched as I was unjustly accused, choosing to believe Drew over me, and then abandoned me, leaving me injured and alone on my kitchen floor. Drowning in her betrayal and the crushing weight of being a fool, a desperate coldness settled over me. That' s when I picked up the phone, calling my powerful grandfather, ready to accept the arranged marriage offer I' d always rejected, a contract that promised a way out, no matter the cost./0/25680/coverorgin.jpg?v=20221122141659&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Is A Risk
And Billionaire, Blake Edwards was back. Dark-brown eyes, broodingly sensual features, and a body that was all hard masculine. In short, Blake was seriously hot and sexy and no woman could resist his charm. Blake had moved quickly and was standing next to me, one hand already holding the back of my head, preventing me from moving. His mouth was only centimeters away from mine. Nervously I licked my lips and heard him say, “Well, that’s an interesting start but aren’t you supposed to be the one kissing me, not enticing me into kissing you. What! Enticing him! Different kinds of emotions exploded inside me and before I could lose my courage, I closed the distance between us and firmly pressed my lips against his, his lips were soft and smooth nothing like..... I was shocked by the softness of his lips and started enjoying the sensual pleasure that captured my mouth. “You call that a kiss? No wonder you are having relationship problems. I feel pity for that guy whom you are dating and I am wondering how did you manage to get hold of him anyways.” Blake told me with a smirk on his face. I was fuming with anger. Six years ago, on the verge of womanhood Jamie had offered herself to Blake Collins, the man she had adored since childhood. He rejected her feelings and ran away with other women. Now he has returned and taken over his family business and causing her many problems as ever. Blake challenges her to her bottom line and makes a deal with her and she agrees in order to get over him. What will happen when Jamie lets her guard down and accepts his challenge? Will she get over him for good or dig her own grave?/0/22082/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220105135428&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Lydia's Living Doll
My guardian, Marcus Thorne, kept me in a life of lavish control, a gilded cage where my every thought was observed. On my 18th birthday, my innocent declaration of love shattered his carefully constructed world, unleashing a chilling rage I never knew he possessed. He deemed me "impure," and I woke up in Serenity Pines, a so-called "wellness retreat" that was, in truth, a brutal asylum. There were no therapists, only orderlies who subjected me to "hydrotherapy" and "quiet rooms" designed to break me down, piece by painful piece, until I was a terrified, compliant shadow. I was not his ward, but his twisted tribute, a living doll molded to resemble Lydia, his deceased college sweetheart, an injustice that clawed at my soul. Then, a terminal cancer diagnosis offered a strange, unexpected peace; with nothing left to lose, what more could he possibly take? My final demand was simple: to marry a forgotten boy from my past and finally escape his magnificent prison. With a desperate plan and my last ounce of defiance, I ran, knowing that my freedom would come at a devastating, ultimate price./0/24585/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220121005914&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stranded Love
Since the night she was seen together with an anonymous man, her name has flooded every article in the daily tabloids for the scandal that has tarnished her own name. Matilda Hauxley was an elite celebrity and a fiancée of one, but was entitled overnight as a lover of two. Her scandal was too juicy to be ignored; it scorched into the talk of the town. Not a single soul could ever resist Matilda's spicy affair despite her engagement with a bloody handsome billionaire, Jenn Roswell. Adding fuel to the fire, rumors said that Matilda may have had an affair with Jenn's elder brother, Alistair Roswell, a drop-dead gorgeous mafia boss whom she was with when they went missing, stranded on an island where only the two of them knew./0/92948/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251009135207&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for my supposed cousin
"Fuck, you look so sexy, I don't like other guys eyes on you" He whispered into her ear and she shivered from the close proximity. Even though her brain was literally screaming 'this is wrong' she couldn't deny her attraction to her supposed cousin anymore. Amelia Jones, a 19 year old college student. When she leaves home for college, she never expected her new life to begin in her wealthy aunt's sprawling mansion. But living under the same roof as her cousin, the arrogant campus heartthrob everyone wants was the last thing she wanted. She's quiet but strong-willed, determined to stay focused on her studies. He's charming, reckless, and infuriatingly good at pushing her buttons. They clash at every turn... until the tension between them sparks into something neither can ignore. But secrets have a way of rewriting everything. When she discovers that he isn't as reckless as she thought and that he isn't related to her by blood at all, the walls they built between them begin to crumble. What started as forbidden temptation might just become the love they were never supposed to find./0/25993/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220530160945&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Alpha
Running as if it was nothing, every leaves I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. But an Alpha running away in his own wedding... I fell silent for a moment. Only the sound of the midnight air can be heard. But if you focus and listen carefully, countless of steps can be heard hitting the ground. They are following me. And before the mad werewolf even have his chance to give me a heavy punch, the only thing that is left was my piece of goodbye. A leaf that serves as wish and farewell for the pack he left. A ritual that makes a wolven be treated as if they are never been part of their Wolfpack. As is they are never been born in the first place. ‘Yah Vegi Yma Ellwafare' ( I give my farewell )/0/86847/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212704&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Only Sin: Loving Him
For two years, I lived in hiding, a ghost. But they found me. When Liam Stone' s team locked down the hospital, I lay there, a skeleton. What was coming had finally arrived. He stood in the doorway, my husband, his handsome face a mask of indifference. "You deserve this," he said, his eyes devoid of pity. The man I loved still hated me. He wouldn' t let me die. He spent a fortune keeping me alive, just to torment me. Every bone in my body felt corroded by poison. It was a living hell. Even my own mother, driven to despair by Liam' s relentless persecution of our family, plunged a knife into me. "Why are you still alive? It would be better for everyone if you were dead." Her words echoed louder than the pain. My family, the people I had tried so hard to protect, betrayed me. My only sin, I murmured to myself, fading, was falling in love with him. Liam' s words, a brutal reminder: "Only by living a life worse than death can you comfort my sister' s spirit in heaven." But Ella' s death had nothing to do with me. I never envied her relationship with him; I cherished it. My love for him burned with a purity he never saw. Now, it must end. On the rooftop, overlooking the city, I prepared to leap. Soon, I would be free./0/19892/coverorgin.jpg?v=67bdb237c441413ba43ba81e4bd6bfd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant For Mr Popular
He is a Popular Singer, a model, he is handsome, arrogant and, filthy rich. He has gotten all it takes to be one's boyfriend, his name is Shaquan. Lia is his manager,she's a 21-year-old orphan who got lucky by becoming his manager at 19. She has a boyfriend, Joshua, he's too overprotective. What happens when Shquan and Lia got wild at a party and had a steamy night? Losing her virginity when she didn't plan to... Turns out there's a reward for everything,you want to know what reward was waiting for Lia and Shaquan? Read on sweeties/0/83249/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202357&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mother's Shadow: My Stolen Life
He was my guardian, my "Uncle Ethan," the man who promised to always be there after the fire took Mom and Dad. On my eighteenth birthday, I believed his devoted attention, his constant presence, meant we were meant to be more than family. But when I whispered, "I love you, not like an uncle," his eyes turned to ice. "These feelings are inappropriate," he flatly stated, his voice chillingly foreign. Humiliation burned. He called me 'delusional,' cut off my funds, and dated a woman who openly mocked me. Then came the 'accident' – a knife wound, a trap set by his new girlfriend, with him blaming me and contacting Juilliard to destroy my dreams. He changed the locks, leaving me to bleed alone. Why would the man who once shielded me now actively ruin my life? Was his cruelty a twisted lesson, or something far darker? The answer arrived with Olivia' s text: a faded photo of my mother and a chilling caption: "Did you know he was obsessed with your mother? You were always just her shadow." His 'care' was a grotesque projection of a sick, unrequited love for my dead mother. I was a surrogate. But no more. A sudden lifeline from my parents' past offered the means to cut the ties, expose his manipulations, and carve out a real future where I was seen for myself./0/85752/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210622&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Destroyed Returns
The world tilted, then fell away, the polished marble floor rushing up to meet me. One moment, I was adjusting lights for my new art exhibit, the next, a sickening crack left me in darkness, my legs gone. Awakening in a hospital, the rhythmic beeping of machines and a strange, mechanical ticking from my chest were my only companions. My fiancé, Mark, was just outside the door, his voice low and urgent. "Is it done, Mr. Henderson? Is everything taken care of?" he asked the gallery owner. "The ladder was tampered with, just as you instructed," Henderson replied, his voice gravelly. "It was a tragic accident. No one will suspect a thing." Then I heard the doctor: "The legs were unsalvageable. The damage to her heart was severe. We had to implant the synthetic unit. She'll live, but she'll never walk again." "Perfect. Absolutely perfect," Mark laughed, his voice stripped of all warmth. My private collection, my legacy, was the "real prize" he needed for his gallery, and their deal included securing a scholarship for Emily, his protégé. This was all for Emily. Panic clawed at my throat. My art, my life' s passion, was stolen, and the man I was going to marry, the father of the child growing inside me, had orchestrated it all. For money. For his gallery. For another woman' s career. The pain from my body raged, but it was nothing compared to the cold, dead void that opened inside me. I was a machine, my heart ticking like a clock counting down a life I no longer wanted. My instincts led me to my stomach, now flat and soft. The tiny life, a secret meant for Mark, was a lie. When a nurse mentioned prenatal care, I choked out, "Cancel it. I want to schedule an abortion." My tears were the last I would shed for the life he had stolen. Mark' s performance for the outside world was flawless, but I saw the ugly, rotten canvas beneath his beautiful lies. He hadn' t loved me; he' d loved my assets. Days blurred into pain and physical therapy. Mark brought Emily to visit, her feigned sympathy twisting knives in my gut. He even boasted that she was cataloging my stolen collection. He was replacing me, in every possible way, and flaunting it. When he proposed a "documentary" to exploit my broken body, I knew I was trapped. He' d built this cage deliberately. He' d stolen everything, leaving me with nothing. But a different appointment awaited. They found a body by the river, a white shoe, and a note, leading Mark to believe I had taken my own life. Emily' s hysterical accusations that I was faking it turned his fury on her. He spun a tale of tragic loss, cementing his image as the grieving fiancé. Mark grieved not for me, but for his ruined scheme. He cast me as a villain-a cheater, pregnant with another man' s child-to absolve himself. But as David Chen, my kind friend, stood at my grave, his heart heavy, I sat alive in his living room in Norway. "He cried," David said, his voice thick. "He also told me you were pregnant with another man's child." The plan was desperate, conceived from the ashes of that day. David, the only one I trusted, had helped me fake my death, swap my body with a Jane Doe, and build a new life as Anna Jensen. My escape was flawless. David loved me, not for what I had, but for who I was-scars, synthetic heart, and all. He saw the woman, not the wheelchair. He understood. And in that moment, a fragile seed of hope began to sprout. Two years passed. I became a renowned art restorer, and with David, co-founded Chen-Miller Restorations. Then came the opportunity of a lifetime: a project in New York, my old home. I was tired of hiding. I was strong. I was loved. I was whole. At the Harrison Foundation' s gala, I saw him again. Mark. Thinner, haggard, staring at me as if I were a ghost. "Sarah?" he whispered, hoarse. "You're dead." "Reports of my death were, as you can see, greatly exaggerated." He begged for another chance, blaming his failures on my supposed death, clinging to pity. "I know you still love me. You have to." I laughed, cold and dismissive. "Love you? Mark, I don't even know you." He grabbed my arm, his old anger surfacing. "You owe me an explanation! Prove you're her!" "She doesn't have to prove anything to you," David' s calm, steady voice cut through the tension as he stepped protectively to my side. I held up my hand, my diamond catching the light. "This is David Chen, my partner and my fiancé." Mark stared, defeated. I looked him straight in the eye: "The Sarah Miller you knew, the one you tried to destroy, is dead. You killed her. Let her rest in peace. You and I, Mark, are done." I walked away, leaning on David, leaving Mark a relic of a past I had finally, completely overcome. Emily was arrested for fraud, Mark' s gallery liquidated, and he faded into obscurity. David and I married, surrounded by loving family. My story was a testament to resilience, healing, and a love that empowered, called me whole. I found my true masterpiece: a life built on truth, love, and unshakable self-worth. I was home./0/48520/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed1703834ada2fcbc96bdedfa2627eb4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Brother is my Lover
Monique soared to the heavens when Joshua made her his bride. Her love for him brimmed over, so much so that not even the absence of his best man could stop the ceremony. And she even fell in love more with her now husband after the union. What initially appeared to be the prologue of their happily ever after soon changed into a captivating illusion, woven with deceit and falsehood, shattering her once-rosy reality. Now faced with the daunting truth, Monique must grapple with the revelation that the husband she adored is not the man she believed him to be but instead his twin brother…Jacob. What if the lie that she had been living with was the fairytale that she had been wanting all her life? Is love enough to overshadow the web of deception entwining them?/0/32407/coverorgin.jpg?v=20221206212543&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Till Worlds Do Us Part
How would you feel if one day, your whole life and the things you knew suddenly changed? How would you feel, if you were placed in a foreign place and you were the odd one out? Well, this is a story about one plane crash. One world lost. One world found and the odd one in it. A 24-year-old teacher on a flight to teach where the need is greater, does not know that the plane she’s on, will crash before she even reaches her destination. Fortunately she survives the plane crash but wakes up in a village. However, she does not recall anything. There are strict laws in this village, for example, unmarried people are not allowed to be close to each other or even seen together. If they are caught or suspected of anything, they are beheaded in front of the whole village. When she begins falling for one of the villagers, Yoké, no rule seems big enough to keep them apart./0/93261/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104082511&imageMogr2/format/webp)
