Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Be Mine Again, Darling Ex Wife
“Five good years and you never loved me back. I hate you so much Kurt, and I will make sure you regret this. I promise.” She weeped, drenched in both sadness and anger. Lisa Carter was done with her ex husband, Kurt Briggs. Coming home early that morning to share with him the news of her pregnancy, she met him in bed naked with the lady he told her not to worry about. He lied about loving her, he lied about caring, and he took her for a fool once again. Not anymore, because that heartbreaking scene was all it takes to mold Lisa into someone else. Someone out for revenge, and the destruction of the ex husband who wants her back at all cost. “Kill me, hurt me, destroy me. I really don’t care, what I care about is you loving me again.” He cried out desperately. The beauty scoffed from where she stood, “Too late, Mr Briggs. Already got myself a new man to treat me right.” “That’s right, and I’m the new man.” Kurt’s nemesis showed up from nowhere, placing an arm around his ex wife. Read now to watch drama unfolds, betrayal takes place, and secrets leaked. Because after all, everything wasn’t how it seems to be./0/31011/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c4f6d69ba407562d02283212c9ff04d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Fighter and I
Could you fall in love with the man that ends up hurting your brother in the ring? Layla wanted Derek from the first moment she set her eyes upon him, but when she see's him in action she's not so sure he is the right man for her. Can Derek prove to her he's ready to settle down and be the kind of man she needs or will he lose her forever?/0/80758/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e32e1bdb75203d899ffcc804416cca4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: My Life Without You
My engagement party, the culmination of five years poured into Ethan Cartwright and our future, was supposed to be my fairy tale. But hiding on the terrace, his voice, cold and dismissive, echoed through the night: "Sarah? She's perfect. Adorably naive, utterly devoted. She won't rock the boat. Won't challenge me. And she certainly won't interfere with Isabelle." The words hit like stones, shattering my world and sending me tumbling into darkness. I woke up with amnesia, the doctor explaining recent memories were gone – Ethan's name meant nothing. But this man, a stranger, kept pushing me, forcing me into public appearances purely for his convenience. At his gala, his actual lover, Isabelle, deliberately pushed me down a grand staircase. I learned later that fall cost me a baby I never knew I carried – *his* baby. Yet, he showed zero concern. Instead, Ethan demanded I issue a public apology for "attacking" Isabelle, threatening to annul our engagement on grounds of mental instability and destroy my family's business if I refused. A man I couldn't even remember was trying to ruin my life, dismissing my pain and accusing me of deceit. The amnesia, meant as a curse, became my liberation. Looking into his empty eyes, I finally spoke, my voice steady: "This is the last thing I will ever do for you. Consider our ties severed." I walked away, leaving behind a life I could no longer remember, eager for a new beginning in Chicago with someone whose warmth offered a fragile promise – Noah Evans./0/85764/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210644&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Marriage, A Deadly Lie
My marriage was a lie, a tragic commitment made in the shadow of my fiancé Ryan's untimely death in a plane crash. Drowning in grief, I accepted his younger brother Liam' s proposal to continue the engagement, believing it was an act of selfless duty to protect the family and honor Ryan. Liam transformed, becoming a devoted, loving husband who showered me with affection, whispering promises of eternal fidelity. He was my rock through fertility struggles, heartbreaking doctor' s appointments, and especially after losing our unborn child, our little Hope. "I love you, Chloe," he swore, his voice thick with emotion after our miscarriage. "I don' t care if we ever have children. It' s you I want. Only you, forever." I clung to those words, believing them to be the one solid truth in my shattered world. A month later, a overheard conversation changed everything: Liam' s cousin, Maya, desperate about her son Leo, and Liam' s calm reassurance, "Don' t worry, I' ll handle it." Then came a chilling whisper from Maya, "You helped me and your brother, who faked his death, to be together." Ryan, alive? Leo, his son? The pieces of a monstrous betrayal slammed into place, shattering my reality. Liam' s love, his tears for our lost baby, his unwavering support-it was all an act, a calculated performance to hide his brother and protect an heir. My marriage wasn't just a lie; it was a crime scene. He orchestrated my miscarriage to clear Leo' s path to the inheritance. He murdered Hope. The pain, bottled up and performed as grief, rushed back as a tidal wave of pure, clarifying rage. I wouldn' t cry. I wouldn't break down. Not yet. "No, you' re not (going to kill him)," my best friend and private investigator Jessica said, gripping my shoulders. "You' re going to destroy him. There' s a difference. We can go to the police right now." "No," I declared, a chilling clarity cutting through the pain. "The police won' t be enough. His family is too powerful. They' ll bury it. They' ll paint me as a hysterical, grieving wife." I wiped away my tears, the grief now fuel. "They want Leo to be the heir?" I said, my voice cold and hard. "They want to protect the family' s reputation? Fine. I' ll give them exactly what they want, right before I take it all away." "I' m not running away," I declared. "I' m not going to be a victim. I' m staying right here. I' m going to host a party. A big one. The biggest this family has ever seen. And I' m going to give everyone a show they will never, ever forget."/0/32419/coverorgin.jpg?v=76721c2fd171d43ef0432c4c9afd3b23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Betrayal and Redemption
Aurora Wells, a lucky star who brought prosperity to the Wells family. However, her fortunes took a drastic turn when her illegitimate sister, Ruby, was brought back into the family. Aurora's brothers, Ethan and Lucas, began to turn against her. "Aurora, is there anything you won't do to win favor?" Ethan spat, his disappointment palpable. Lucas pointed a accusatory finger at her. "You're always framing Ruby, who's kind and sensible. We don't want a sister like you in our family. Get out!" Aurora hoped to find a place in the Wells family, but even her mother, who loved her dearly, favored Ruby. Aurora was left reeling: jail, a broken engagement, and a swift eviction from the family home. Aurora had had enough. She decided to unleash her secrets. And she had the perfect ammunition - a photographic record of the family's darkest secrets. As she stood outside the Wells' estate, a sly smile spreading across her face, Aurora whispered to herself, "It's time to watch you all burn..." But little did she know, Ruby was watching her from the shadows, a sinister grin mirroring Aurora's.../0/93273/coverorgin.jpg?v=27e053d0f87319f2ea750dee56b84e49&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Fake Wife, My Revenge
After three years abroad, I came home to surprise my secret husband, tech billionaire Gilbert Davis. He was finally CEO of his family's empire, and I believed our life together was about to begin. The surprise was on me. The first thing I learned wasn't from him, but from the breaking news alerts: Gilbert was engaged to an influencer named Hayden Torres, his supposed long-lost love. The world shattered when I saw her picture. She had my face. Then the truth unraveled, each piece more horrific than the last. Hayden was my half-sister. Our three-year marriage was a forged document, a cruel play he staged because I was a convenient substitute for the woman he was actually married to the entire time. He wasn't just a liar; he was a monster. He lured me to a hospital under the pretense of care, only to reveal his true plan: to force me into a tissue transplant to save Hayden's life. But as I lay in that hospital bed, a prisoner waiting to be harvested, I recorded a conversation that turned my grief into rage. They hadn't just stolen my husband and my future-they had murdered my mother. They thought I was a victim they could discard. They were about to find out I was the architect of their ruin./0/63550/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebd8d07e8c52d5073e5c6482c09649a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Contract With A Stripper
When two unlike sides attract, the magnetic force becomes irresistible. This is the case of Tina Banks, a circumstantial stripper with billionaire CEO, Jake Alfredo. What was a first night of pleasure they couldn't remember turned into more chaos and disarray in the ridiculous two-personality life of Tina The news got out that the famous billionaire got drunk and had an affair with a whore thereby soiling his name. Jake proposed a marriage solution to end the populace's raging opinion about them but Tina vehemently refused. They later agreed to fake an engagement and she agreed to be his fiancee only to divert the populace's attention. At first, Jake treated her as the whore that she was known to be and humiliated her at every given chance but was caught off guard when he found out that Tina Banks, the popular stripper, and whore was a virgin and his sleepy manhood only rose when he was with her. By the time he found out she was pregnant with his heir, Tina already left. Five years later, Tina Banks returned as a more beautiful and wealthy woman and above all, with a five-year-old beautiful and intelligent daughter who looked like Jake. Jake got attracted to her and made advances to be part of her life while being a father to his daughter. Just as their love story is about to be ignited, the underground agent blackmailing Tina resurfaces again, endangering her life, her daughter, and her affection for him. Jake's company is also at the stake of being snatched by people he considered family. When two personalities who have gone through the furnace of fire face another hurdle that threatens their career and life, will they stumble and fall or face it? Will Tina get free from the agent unscathed? Will their love triumph over chaos? Is blood really thicker than water?/0/44934/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kissed By A Stranger
Ella was kissed with forced by a total stranger who was trying to avoid his ex-girlfriend that still wanted to be with him. For him to apologise for his deeds, the arrogance and pride in him didn’t let him. Ella really felt embarrassed for this but she let it goes; getting to her patient's house that she was going to, two of them met each other there again. Follow me in their love journey. Let’s see how play boy fell in-love with hard girl. ××××××× “I used you for a business and I am paying you” Bryson said with loud voice. “Used me for a business? For you to apologise for what you just done that is totally wrong, what you can said is that you used me for a business. Who the hell are you” Ella said with loud voice and so burning. “Are you not happy that I kissed you?” “Excuse me” Ella said with low voice as Bryson said so, and she was totally confused. She hadn’t encountered this kind of rubbish before in her life. “YES! A man like me kissed you and you want to tell me that you are not happy?” Bryson said with arrogance and pride; Ella was just short of words and didn’t know what to say. “Is this not what you ladies want; even you suppose to be happy that I kissed you and be linking your lips all day because this is a big worth” Bryson said with loud voice. “Do you think—do you even think I am like—“Ella didn’t even know what to say just stammering. “That is your payment, I have to go now” Bryson dropped the money on the floor with pride and leaving the place./0/47437/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525180150&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Night We Met
An aspiring photographer, Raechel Lynx, who has taken a part-time portfolio contract from a firm is set out in order to search for a model for her work and finds out a young beautiful Ocean eyed brunette young man and turns out to be her old friend she was searching for her entire life. Was it destiny or just a coincidence?/0/21625/coverorgin.jpg?v=f66e78888d15b954718f9c1eb63da53e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster's Maid
Leticia badly need to have a job whatever it is. She need to feed herself and her two years old daughter Samantha. Aaron Agathon Aragon known as the great triple A. Who was a bachelor owner of the famous Shipping port in the Philippines. His Mom was too worried about his health that she hired him a personal Maid? What do you think will happen if the Monster and serious bachelor meet the most witty and audacious woman? Feel the Joy and Love between Leticia and Agathon. The story that gives inspiration that no matter what you are, No matter who you are.. love can moves mysteriously if people are meant to be because that is their destiny./0/87485/coverorgin.jpg?v=af14b93a878b039ca88f949b218f1868&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Deception, Her Redemption
The silence in our house was heavy, broken only by the sound of my husband' s brother being lowered into the ground. A month later, the silence was replaced by something worse. My brother-in-law' s widow, Falon, was pregnant, and my husband, Cyrus, decided she was moving in with us. "It' s for the baby, Kelsey," he said, his voice flat. He didn't look at me. He was looking at Falon, who stood by the door with her single suitcase, looking pale and fragile. "She needs support. It' s my brother' s child." I watched as Falon slowly, subtly, began to take over my life. She' d wait outside the bathroom with a fresh towel for Cyrus, claiming it was habit. She' d knock on our bedroom door late at night, feigning nightmares, pulling Cyrus away for hours of "comfort." The breaking point came when I heard Cyrus massaging her swollen feet, just as her late husband used to. I dropped the knife I was holding. It clattered against the counter. I wanted to hear Cyrus say no. I wanted him to tell her that was inappropriate, that I was his wife. Instead, I heard his low, soothing voice. "Of course, Falon. Just put them up here." I had given up everything for him, becoming a "pick-me" girl, constantly seeking his approval. Now, watching him cater to her every whim, I realized I didn't even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. That night, I called my father. "Dad," I said, my voice shaking. "I want a divorce."/0/89988/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213545&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return
I stood in front of City Hall, clutching a marriage license application, waiting for the man I' d loved for five years. He was late. Again. This was the 99th time Damien Crawford had chosen someone else over me. But this time, a picture on my phone showed him smiling with his high school sweetheart, Hadley Stuart, the woman he' d never gotten over. When I returned to his mansion, Hadley was curled up next to him, his mother beaming. His mother, Cecil, gave Hadley a family heirloom bracelet, dismissing me as a servant. Damien, instead of apologizing, grabbed my arm, accusing me of a tantrum. He still thought he was in control. I showed him the torn marriage license, telling him I wanted nothing from him anymore. He responded by dragging me to my room, pushing me against the wall, and trying to kiss me. I told him he was dirty. Then, my father collapsed. Damien, seeing the jacket a male security guard had given me, refused to let me take my dying father to the hospital, claiming Hadley was having a panic attack. His mother, Cecil, slashed the car tires and threw the keys into a fountain, laughing as my father stopped breathing. My father died. At the hospital, Damien jabbed an acupuncture needle into my hand, telling me it was what happened when I disobeyed him. He still didn't know the scar on my back was from the skin graft I gave him. Why did I sacrifice everything for a man who saw me as property, who let my father die? Why did I stay for five years, only to be treated like dirt? I called Anderson, my adoptive brother, the CEO of the Morrison Group. It was time to go home. It was time for Damien Crawford to pay./0/41649/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca8f708676ce4ad04b9913b35339289c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Regret Of The Ex-Husband
"After waiting for four years, what Daisy received was a divorce petition. Looking at the man she had given her heart to standing in front of her, Daisy asked, "Is it really over between us? Were all these years of emotions fake?" Matthew smirked. "You brought it all upon yourself. If you hadn't schemed to drive Jazzie away, this position of Matthew's wife would have been hers." Daisy collapsed in despair, realizing that he had never truly forgotten his first love. All these years, she had been dancing around like a clown. How ironic. "Fine, let's get a divorce." After a moment... Matthew: "Daisy, I know I was wrong. Don't marry someone else, don't leave me. Can we go home?" Daisy: "Home? That home has already been destroyed by you. Matthew, I don't want to reconcile. Just go away."/0/48063/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Beautiful Imperfections
"KIERSON ..." I stopped walking when I heard Maria's voice. "Hmm? What is it, Maria?" I heard my husband asked her. I closed my eyes as I gritted my teeth with so much irritation. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm myself. "I-I want ... I want to m-monitor our baby growth," she said sofly, she made sure that, there's a sadness on her voice. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, repeatedly. What does he want to release? "Maria." "Please ... Eson, I want to be with this baby for longer ... please ..." I clenched my fist because I was so angry. "Maria ..." And why the h*ll her voice is so fre*king soft?! With feelings! D*mn you! And how dare her called my husband 'Eson'? That's my only nickname for him! The amount she already claims! Not because she is the mother of my husband’s eldest child is she entitled to that! I am still a legal! I am his wife. I calm myself again. "B-but ..." "You don't want to? You don't want your baby to grow up with his real mother?! Kierson ... please ..." I'm her biological mother, b*tch! "Your son will be angry, when he finds out that Xena is not his real mother! K-kierson ... please. I'm begging ... I want my son to grow up with me... please ..." she pleaded and I know, she's crying now. I could hear her sobs. Well, b*tch my husband and I talked about it. So there is nothing more you can do. Just accept the fact that you will be lost in our path, soon. "W-what do you want, Maria, hmm?" No! Don't listen to her, Kierson! "Separate your wife. Divorce her and marry me, m-marry me, Kierson and we can give our children a happy and complete life ..." "M-Maria ..." "Please! Divorce her or else! I will abort your child!" she said. And it was as if a bomb had exploded in my head by hearing those words. W-what? Until now? are they still doing something while I'm turning around? I thought ... has he changed? I felt the pain inside my chest ... I was caught there and a tear came down my cheek. Kierson ... how did you do this to me? Do I think you already love me? I thought you would accept ... "Yes ... yes, I'll divorce her. J-just stop crying. that will be with our child." That's it. I lose, I lose him. I'm Xena Carter-Mojeh, known as ruthless attorney, I'm a secret Mafia Queen and married with a f*cking playboy Dr. Kierson Mojeh. And this is my story ... Complicated./0/31950/coverorgin.jpg?v=acda8f260b19c7308999bc538826ab13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My bodyguard husband
What happens when two laterally opposite worlds of business collide. One from the day and the other operates at night. Jema Malteng was the first child of a famous business tycoon. She was the next in line successor of his vast business empire. She had always believed for years that she would assume position of chief executive officer once her father stepped down,seeing that he had no male child. Her father however, gave her a condition which she must fulfill if she wanted to reach that mantle, she must get married in six months after reading his will or risk the company being handed over to her step sister . She was distraught on hearing the news because she had no man in her life and neither did she ever plan to. She looked for a quick means of fulfilling his wish and resorted to a contract marriage with a man who crashed into her car the day she was returning from the will reading. It seemed like the most viable solution, seeing that it was in trend but little did she know that her newly contracted husband had secrets of his own. He lunged her into a world of danger and paranoia, adding to the one she already led. They uncovered many underlying plots against them as they continued with the marriage and along the line,began to develop feelings for each other as well. "Miss,are you sure you are willing to put up with my fast paced life,it can get a little risky as we ride on", he said and leaned in into the seat,hands crossed believing that she would change her mind. She looked at him with absolutely no doubt in her mind. " I don't care,you are a bodyguard aren't you,I'll be fine as long as you're with me",she stated in an as a matter of fact tone,handing him the pen. He shook his head and grinned at her confidence. He collected the pen and signed,but as he did so,he looked at her. "Welcome to hell Miss Malteng", he said rolling the pen to her across the table. Watch as the plot unfolds. Disclaimer: This book cover isn't originally mine./0/36956/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ab436c74892e222dfe90a543af34310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
