Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Billionaire's Sweetie: Honey All The Time
Lollo got set up to an arranged marriage upon reaching the age of twenty. Aside from this discovery, what shocked her most was that her future groom was no other than Harrison, the billionaire whose photo she secretly took for a job assignment. "You have the liberty to marry any woman you fancy. Why do you have to choose me?" Lollo snapped. "That is the price you have to pay!" Harrison retorted. Gnashing her teeth in anger, she accepted the proposal and started living with him. She tried her best to escape from his control, but she failed every time because the sacrifice of staying with him was not bad at all. After all, he had been drowning her with his endless devotion./0/62296/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240929173733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Love: Dangerous Addiction
Tiffany let out an exasperated breath. She was right. She had been right about him all along. He was nothing but a rich arrogant prat. Unfortunately she wasn't about to waste her energy on people like him. "How about we pretend we never met and just work?" She said to him, keeping her tone cold and eyes firm. Ronald made a face. "Wait, don't tell me you are thinking I came here for something other than work?" Tiffany's eyes widened. "What?" He approached her, closing up the distance between them. "Earlier on, you seem to have so much interest in my face," he said, lowering his lips to whisper the words into her ears. "Don't tell me you are already thinking of something else to do with me other than work...perhaps..." Tiffany gulped roughly and bit down on her lower lip. "..." ********* Ronald Ryker is the heir of a well-known conglomerate and was constantly surrounded by women. But none of them moved him. Not until he met Tiffany, a single mother and older woman who immediately captured his attention. But Tiffany had no interest in him. Not in his wealth and definitely not his hot look./1/114546/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260430150109&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By My Possessive Adoptive Brother
For three years, seven-year-old Finley worshipped her adopted older brother, Hartley. He was her ultimate protector, the genius puppet master who taught her to rule her elite prep school. But the illusion of his love shattered completely in the school cafeteria. When a bully violently yanked Finley's hair, her primal rage took over. Instead of waiting for Hartley's calculated rescue, she fought back, tackling the boy and leaving herself covered in his blood and ketchup. When Hartley finally intervened, he didn't check if she was hurt. Seeing his pristine, carefully controlled possession acting like a feral creature terrified him. His absolute authority over her was slipping. In front of three hundred staring students, Hartley pointed a shaking finger at her torn clothes. "Look at what you're doing! How dare you let yourself become this messy? You are out of control, and I will not allow you to act like some wild, feral creature!" The words hit Finley with the physical force of a sledgehammer. The boy who wiped her tears and fed her candy wasn't a loving brother. He was a dictator, a warden who only cared about keeping his favorite toy perfectly on her strings. The public betrayal was absolute. Why did her safety have to come at the cost of her total submission? A broken sob tore from her throat as she violently slapped his reaching hand away. The blind worship was dead. As Finley turned and sprinted out of the cafeteria, the war to cut her strings officially began./0/84823/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205130&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assistant's Awakening
For three years, I believed I was living a dream, curated by the renowned architect Liam Maxwell, a life where I served as his live-in assistant, blurring professional and personal lines. He mentored me, showered me with gifts, and praised my "brilliant" insights, making me believe I was valued, cherished even, an unspoken affection lingering between us. That illusion shattered when I overheard Liam describe me as "just a glorified intern, useful for fetching coffee and making my designs look better by comparison." He scoffed, adding, "She\'s so dependent on this job, she\'d never leave, even if she knew the truth. Her family needs the money." The world tilted. Every kind word, every thoughtful gift, every professional opportunity twisted into acts of cynical manipulation. I wasn\'t a protégé; I was a tool, a punchline in a cruel joke. The man I had admired, depended on, melted away, replaced by a calculating stranger. A cold rage replaced the hurt, a silent vow to reclaim my worth. How could I have been so blind? So utterly used? How much of my life had I truly wasted on his elaborate charade? The moment he tossed a new file on my desk, demanding renderings by morning, I looked up. "Of course, Liam," I said, a perfect imitation of the naive girl I used to be, knowing that this time, the performance was for me, marking the precise moment I decided to walk away and discover my true value./0/66207/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526194620&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Alluring Obsession
Blurb "You should know by now, The more you run away, the more I feel attracted to you, Dunn," Mason's cold voice rings in my head for the ninth time. I never imagined that a slap could change my life forever A visit to the club changed my life when I met the man I wished I had never met, The man who became my boss. I became His Alluring Obsession. At the mention of his name, everyone composes themself if only the name doesn't send them onto their knees. Seeing only his shoes, Fear enters his employer's body. That was the man who became obsessed with me. A regretful meeting. Will Dunn be able to resist her attraction towards her ruthless boss? Will Dunn be able to convince herself that what she is feeling for him is not love?/0/76219/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527045831&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage by Right
Ivory felt the cold air press against her face as she stormed through the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The deal was done. She had been forced into this. The years of rivalry between her family and Darius Quartz's had culminated in an arrangement neither of them had ever wanted. Yet here she was, bound by a long-remembered promise between two bitter enemies, the ink barely dry on the marriage contract that would seal her fate. Heartbroken, angry, and confused, she had said yes to the first thing she heard. She should have stopped, she knew. Should have taken a moment to think it through, but what choice had she really had? Darius Quartz had been a name she had known only in passing, a man whose cold demeanor had haunted her thoughts even before their forced union. Now, she was his wife. She had hoped for something resembling happiness, something that might give her a glimpse of peace, but what she found was an endless cycle of solitude. The house felt too big, the silence too overwhelming. The routine she had followed for the last six months, with her husband absent and uncommunicative, had become a cage. Darius, always distant, had left for his training shortly after their marriage, leaving her to carry on alone. But now, he was back. Ivory had hoped that with his return, things might change. Perhaps he would take notice of her, of their marriage, and perhaps there would be some semblance of warmth between them. Instead, nothing had shifted. He had returned, silent as ever, his cold eyes offering her little more than a fleeting glance before he immersed himself in his work. They were strangers, trapped in a contract neither of them had wanted but both were bound to. Then, just as she had begun to resign herself to her lonely fate, he arrived-the one man she never thought she'd see again. Her ex. The one who had broken her heart. The one whose betrayal still stung. His presence in her life now, with all the unresolved emotions he brought with him, threatened everything. Was she really going to allow him back into her life after all this time? Marriage. Love. Both seemed like distant dreams now, at least to Ivory. At twenty, she had been forced into this union, and in the years since, she had been adrift, unsure of where her life was heading. Would Darius ever change? Would they ever find any real connection? Or was she doomed to live out her days in this suffocating, quiet misery? And now, with her ex back in the picture, things were about to get much more complicated./0/83728/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202846&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Life, A Fiercer Love
The gavel fell, sealing my fate as a spectacle on a hidden auction stage in New Orleans. My once-great family, the Sinclairs, was bankrupt, and my parents had sold me. Just hours before, my fiancé, Liam Vanderbilt, had broken our engagement, his handsome face a mask of pity as he declared a Vanderbilt couldn't be associated with disgrace. Now, I was a piece of property, and the man who bid for me was Jax Devereaux, my lifelong rival. In my first life, I spat at him, screaming I'd rather die than be his charity case. I still believed Liam would save me. I was a fool. My rejection humiliated Jax, and a man named Julian Croft bought me instead. He was a monster, putting a diamond choker around my neck, and my life became a living hell. When Liam saw me later, he laughed, calling me "high-class trash." I learned Jax died trying to save me-the woman who publicly shamed him. The abuse, the betrayal, Jax' s sacrifice… it was too much. I found a way to end it all. Then I woke up, back on that stage, the auctioneer's voice booming: "Jax Devereaux bids one million dollars. Going once…" This time, I didn't hesitate. "I accept." My voice was quiet but clear, cutting through the silence. Jax, typically arrogant, was utterly speechless. He had expected a fight, a scene, another public rejection. He didn't get one. Instead, he got me, and I kissed him, hard and desperate-a silent 'thank you,' 'I'm sorry,' and 'please, don't let Julian get me.' But Julian Croft, the monster from my past, was already banging on Jax's penthouse door, screaming that I was his property. My body trembled, the memories of torture flooding back. How could I escape him again, now that he knew where I was? And what was Julian' s real connection to this horrifying human trafficking ring?/0/86231/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Deception, A Broken Man
For three years, every ache in my artist' s hands, every mile on my delivery bike, every humiliating monster costume in a haunted escape room, had a purpose: Sophia. "Her mother is sick," she' d told me, her eyes wet, "crushed by a mountain of medical debt." So, I worked, pouring every dollar and ounce of my being into a future where her worry would finally vanish. But on a Saturday night, lurking in the stale, fog-filled hall of that escape room, an emergency exit burst open, flooding the space with laughter. And out stumbled Sophia, tangled up with a man, Liam, in an expensive suit, his hand possessively on her waist. "My boyfriend is one of these poor, struggling types," she sneered, oblivious to my presence behind the flimsy foam mask. "An artist. It's almost cute, in a sad way. He thinks my mom's sick. The fool." The world tilted. My vision blurred. She wasn' t just with another man; she was mocking my every sacrifice. Then, a check for fifty thousand dollars, signed by Liam Davis, fluttered from her dropped purse. I, the "starving artist," the "toy," the "fool," had been systematically fleeced, my love twisted into a sick joke. The real Sophia – vibrant, passionate, and deeply in love with Liam – appeared on a security monitor, kissing him, shielding him from the camera, as employees whispered about their engagement. "She' s been playing him this whole time," one said, a chilling confirmation of my shattered reality. Her "mom," Evelyn Davis, Liam' s mother, appeared in a photograph on my nightstand - stark evidence of Sophia' s audacious lies. "It' s over, Sophia," I whispered, broken, walking away from the screams and lies, embracing the cold, hard choice of letting go. Now, stripped of everything, lost and collapsing on a wet street, I knew one thing: I was done waiting for her./0/19276/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210428212414&imageMogr2/format/webp)
36:26 A Chase Encounter
"Brian I am your Godmother!" Jayda reminded him in case he forgot she is ten years older than him. A whole decade. "Age is just a number, I don't care," Brian said as he continued to walk closer to her until her back hit the wall of his office and his arms secured on each side. "Adeline would flip in her grave to find out her best friend and son are romantically involved" She added "She would be happy for me" "What about society?" "Enough Jayda!" His eyes appeared bloodshot as he stared into the eyes of the woman that dominated his thoughts since his childhood. "I have waited long enough to have you. I. Can't. Wait. Any more. You are mine and I will kill anyone that tries to steal my happiness away from me. Get that into your thick skull" She was supposed to feel mad for being reprimanded like a toddler but instead, her core craved for him most sinfully. A night of passion turned her God-son into her lover but how long will this fairytale last?/0/40395/coverorgin.jpg?v=df0443e78532f173548e43ab917c3b06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Attraction - Jasmim
Jasmim is a sweet girl in the midst of a life that turned bitter at the age of five when she lost her father, a soldier in the Brazilian army, in the line of duty. Now at twenty-three, returning home from a past she wishes to forget with all her might, all this beautiful and sweet woman wants is to take care of her mother, work in his restaurant, and attend college of visual arts so she can finally fulfill her dream of becoming a great photographer. But all this will be but a blur when she comes face to face with her new neighbor Meyer. At twenty-five, as charismatic as he is problematic, the young German is returning to Brazil with his mother to run the Meyer Haus, a nightclub that hides the big international traffic Meyer runs on behalf of his father. Two different worlds, opposites, that will connect in an intense and inexplicable way. Daughter of a military man, military man is. Mafioso's son, mafioso is! Can love change two considerably opposite destinies? Or are they not so opposite? Come and find out!/0/21779/coverorgin.jpg?v=76f73c9d172dae6ab815d1101a82a919&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bullied To Love
"Come back!" he says after taking a sip of the coffee. I walk back and stand in front of him. "What do you think you are doing bringing me cold coffee!" "It w-was hot when I bro-brought it..." I stammer. "Shut your mouth!" his loud voice booms." I don't want to hear any nonsense excuses from you. Do you see those boxes behind you? They are filled with files. I want them arranged in alphabetical order and ready by 12:00p.m. Am I clear?" he says in a harsh voice. I widen my eyes when I see the size of the stack of boxes behind me. There is no way I am going to be done by noon. I am about to tell him when he says, "I know you are going to say that you won't be able to finish before noon, but the truth is I don't care. I want you to finish and I don't care how you do it." he says coldly and turns around. I knew there was no turning back because I signed my life away to the devil. I will have to bear whatever he does to me. What a way to start my first day! _________________________________________________________ Katherine Luciano is a beautiful lady, living with her single mom. She did not know her life would take a different turn the day she goes for a job interview. She meets the one person she wishes she never sees again in her life. The one person who made her high school the worst time of her life, Lorenzo Costanzo. A well-known person in society. He has the looks, the fame, the money, and everything with a lot of mysterious secrets. Does she fall prey to his wrath once again, or change the heart of a cold man/0/42898/coverorgin.jpg?v=20231009152139&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Happy Ending
Once upon a time, a man and a woman with completely different stories met through a person in common. He has a young son whom he raises alone, and the help of his younger brother, after the death of the child's mother. She, who after an event in the past discovers that she can never have children, biological ones. She is lonely. He has his family. She is always smiling. He is methodical. A simple encounter makes the story of these two increasingly intertwined and passionate./0/26785/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230105150109&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tides Of Love - Flash Marriage
She was in it, to escape a forced marriage. He was in it, because of her. Lana Lang, is the golden daughter of the Lang empire. Or so the world thought. She wanted nothing more than her parent's love and attention but all that was given to her little brother. Sometimes she'd wonder if she was truly a daughter of her parents or she just couldn't meet their expectations. Forced to marry a good for nothing man, by her ever so controlling parents. She rebelled and took it to herself to choose a Man way better than her parent's choice. In a night, she acquired a husband and became his legally married wife. ***** "Sir, your wife is about to get married to someone else." With an evil smile, a certain Man replied, "Set up a press conference immediately, it's time to announce to the world. Who my wife is." Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Characters, places, and names are only my imagination./0/47904/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525194501&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'm His Obsession
"I'm Pregnant." I mustered up the courage to say those words in front of my husband. But he slapped me. My cheek tilted due to the strong force of his palm landing on my cheek, At the same time my tears began to fall. "Stop this bullshit!" he shouted loudly and threw the glass he was holding in front of me with all his might. I felt my toe splash because of the pain. I sat on the floor and did nothing but cry. How do we go wrong? "Did you hear me? I'm pregnant with your child." "Abort it". this cold answer to me made my heart tingle even more with pain. I couldn't believe looking at him. "W-what did you say?" He looks at me with disgust on his face. "I said Abort it, I don't want to have that damn child and I never wish to have a family with you, disgusting, so now leave and better get rid of that Fcking child." He firmly promised, you hurt me again for next time I am already crushed. How can you be so ruthless with your own child? I'm His Obsession that's why he doesn't want a child, all he wants is me. my body. He has everything, wealth and popularity but he doesn't know how to love. He's a CEO for fuck's sake. He can revive this child but he prefers to lose him because of his selfishness./0/84041/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203630&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Broke, The Woman Who Rose
My husband, Andrew, came home tonight, and he wasn't alone. Standing beside him was his high-school sweetheart, Sabrina Chavez, her hand resting conspicuously on her swollen belly. Then, he dropped the bombshell: Sabrina would be his public partner, she was pregnant, and our marriage was a mistake. He called me barren, an embarrassment from the mountains, and declared he was being generous by not divorcing me, condemning me to stay unseen. My world tilted, because I was four months pregnant, secretly carrying our child, a truth he dismissed with cruel words. The next morning, his security team dumped my belongings in the cold, damp basement - a place not for living, but for storage. My old illness, the one I got saving him, returned with a vengeance, and a sharp pain told me I was losing our baby. Then I watched them chainsaw down the cherry blossom tree Andrew and I planted, a brutal symbol of our love' s end. Days later, Andrew accused me of making Sabrina miscarry, though I knew it wasn't my doing. He beat me, kicked me until I curled on the floor, and in that agony, my baby was gone. He locked me in the basement, bleeding, broken, but a cold fire began to burn inside me. I mailed the signed divorce papers and left my tiny son, wrapped in cloth, for Andrew to find. Then, I set fire to my old life, burning it all to ashes, and whispered, "I' m coming home. For expansion." I escaped into the night, ready to reclaim my power./0/86544/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211900&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beg For Me, My Love
The steady hum of my tattoo gun was usually my sanctuary, but today, it couldn't drown out the screaming numbers on Olivia' s medical bill-a crushing reminder that my artistic integrity wouldn't save my sister. Then the bell above the door chimed, and she walked back into my life, a ghost from a past I' d desperately tried to outrun. Sophia Davis, the woman I' d chosen to brutally abandon five years ago to protect her from my "unworthy" existence, now stood in my humble studio, elegant and cold, looking like she' d stepped straight off a magazine cover. She didn't come to reminisce; she came to collect, dropping a blank check on Olivia's bill and declaring, "I want to see you beg, Ethan." My pride demanded I refuse, but the image of Olivia's frail face forced the humiliating words from my lips: "Please, Sophia, I need this job. I… I'll do anything." She watched, her eyes gleaming with triumph, before labeling me her "trophy artist," a personal possession to be controlled. I thought I understood her cold, calculated revenge-until a late-night call from her best friend led me to Sophia, drunk and vulnerable, muttering, "Get Ethan. He's my dog. He has to come when I call." As I carried her home, the ice queen slipped, hinting at a pain just as deep as mine, and a lingering desire to see me./0/67928/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8b806d5f1f44bdf31bb28ba7f807dc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce after Marriage
Ava made a huge mistake when she was in college by getting married to her college sweetheart, she didn't know that life wasn't all sweet and beautiful. In a loveless marriage, she decided that she needed to set both her and Miles free, she shouldn't have ever done what she did at the beginning, she knew she had been obsessed and she needed to kill that obsession. After divorce, Miles finally realises that he has feelings for her, but would she be able to fall in love with all over again, after all he did?. Or will they keep going in circles just to try and find a way around their feelings?!. Find out./0/30696/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9ce656d2b80de53a5dbebf10a77ab71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Terribly Gorgeous
Riley Carson had no idea she'd wind up as the school's pariah when a wager was placed to see whether she'd fall in love with Mitch Lingston. With stories swirling about, she has no choice but to attempt to remain under the radar. Riley's plans to spend the remainder of the year alone are dashed when Alex Kinley, the school's known bad boy, expresses interest in her. What happens when she befriends the bad boy?/0/91550/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213746&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Contract for Revenge
For five years, I was the steady paycheck that funded my boyfriend Mark's musical dreams. I paid the rent, I believed in his genius, and I thought our future was finally about to begin. He begged me for one last ride for him and his wealthy patron, Daniel. That favor ended in the screech of tires and the shattering of glass. I came to in a haze of pain, my right arm shattered and my career as an architect over. But Mark ignored my injuries, screaming at the paramedics to save his patron's precious hands. Then, at the hospital, Daniel's terrifyingly powerful brother, Julian, loomed over my gurney and promised me I would pay for what I'd done. While I was lying in a hospital bed, Mark changed the locks on the apartment I paid for and gave a false statement to Julian's lawyers, ensuring I would be blamed for everything. Broke, homeless, and facing prison, I was summoned to Julian Thorne's office. He didn't offer mercy. He offered a contract. He slid a document across his desk and gave me a choice: ruin and prison, or marriage and revenge. "You will marry me for one year," he said, his voice like ice. "In return, I will not only drop the lawsuit, but I will personally ensure the man who betrayed you is utterly destroyed."/0/75437/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab69dfe7180ce644d4677c876684024a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
