Romance Novels

On our third anniversary, my boyfriend Jason Sterling dumped me for my best friend in front of everyone at his birthday party. I hid in the garden, humiliated and drunk, when his father found me. Adrian Sterling, 41, billionaire CEO, cold, divorced, and the last man I should want. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse: "Marry me for one year. I need a wife to secure my board vote. You need a place to stay and the perfect revenge." It was supposed to be a contract. Separate rooms, no feelings, no touching. But Adrian doesn't play by his own rules. He is possessive, jealous, and he looks at me like I'm his. Now Jason is begging for me back and calling me... Mom. And the billionaire I married for revenge might be the only man I've ever truly loved.

One stolen keycard. One midnight break-in. One mistake that blows everything up. Clara knows her brother's staring down a ten-million-dollar fraud charge and it's all on her to fix it. So she sneaks into the lion's den: Sebastian Vance's penthouse, smack in the heart of Wall Street. He's brutal. Untouchable. Her only shot is to find the evidence and get out fast. She doesn't even make it ten feet before Sebastian catches her in the act. But he doesn't call the cops. He's got something else in mind a twisted deal she can't refuse. Turns out, his board wants him married off to someone squeaky clean. Clara is basically perfect: no high-profile family, nothing to lose, and apparently she looks just right on his arm. Here's the bargain: Clara pretends to be hopelessly in love with Sebastian, wears his ring, sells their engagement to the world and in exchange, her brother walks free. Slip up, and she's facing federal prison, no questions asked. Now she's trapped in a world dripping with money and dread caught between his ice-cold demands and the heat that's growing between them. Every move feels like walking a tightrope. And as danger closes in from all sides, Clara starts to realize the real threat isn't the criminals closing in... It's the man she's supposed to hate but can't stop wanting.

Unwanted meaning:- Undesired, unwished. That's what she was in his life, she waited for a decade for his return only to be declared as a forced unwanted woman. He discarded her, rejected her, broke her to her ending limit that she finally accepted that he was no longer the man she gave her heart to. But what will happen when her innocence started playing with his reluctant heart? Even the slightest thought of her hand being placed in another man's burned his insides in jealousy. But why? Wasn't he the one who wanted this fate? A bitter rejection leaded to a slight attraction turning into a vicious obsession. Will she be able to handle his possessive madness when she already gave up on him? Will he stop putting his claim on her when this time it was her who rejected him? The answer was no. His obsession was beyond the limit, control and ethics. Unwanted Her. A heartbreaking tale of an innocent soul. A tale of her unwanted love and his unwanted obsession.

Kathryne went to the St. Regis Hotel to surprise her fiancé, Leo, for his twenty-fifth birthday. She had a Patek Philippe watch in her hand, thinking she was the luckiest woman in the world. But when she pushed open the unlocked door to his suite, she saw him sweating on top of a blonde woman. "You promised you'd break up with that boring Kathryne after your birthday," the woman whined. Kathryne didn't cry. She snapped a photo of their tangled bodies, threatened to leak it to the press, and called off the engagement right there. She thought that was the end of her nightmare. But as she nearly collapsed in the hotel lobby, Leo's uncle, the terrifying and powerful Everett Carlisle, stepped out of the shadows. He chased Leo away, drove her home, and played the perfect, caring elder. He even convinced her strict father that she needed a fresh start, forcing her to sign an ironclad contract to be his personal assistant. Kathryne felt completely trapped. She had just escaped one suffocating relationship only to be handed over to a man who somehow knew everything about her-from her hidden claustrophobia to her secret stash of junk food. She thought she was just taking a demanding job to heal her broken heart. She had no idea that Everett had orchestrated the entire hotel betrayal just to break her engagement. She was running away from a cheating boy, completely unaware that she was walking straight into the meticulously designed cage of a patient predator.

Lu Hua thought she had finally escaped the twisted obsession of the boy who had tormented her when she was shot and killed. However, she was surprised to find that she had been transported to an ancient world, inhabiting the body of a girl who had been married multiple times before. People said she was unattractive, which is why her past husbands didn't want her. Despite this, Lu Hua was told to marry the sixth prince, who happened to be a cripple. She decided to take care of him and be a good wife. But when the married couple was invited to attend the emperor's birthday celebration, Lu Hua made the decision to not wear her face veil. To everyone's surprise, her true beauty was finally revealed. Suddenly, all of Lu Hua's former husbands wanted her back, sparking a fierce competition for her affection.

Five years ago Ava Bennett lost the guy she loved and realised she was pregnant with his child. Heartbroken, alone, she spent her life raising her son, Noah, maintaining a modest café and burying the past. Liam Stone had all that a man could want for. Wealth, success, power. He's the CEO of a billion-dollar empire and he thinks he's put his past far behind him. However, everything changes when an awestruck young boy walks up to him and asks a question that turns his world upside down. "Are you my father?" Liam learns that he has a son he's never known, and must confront the truth. Old wounds are ripped bare, and long-buried misconceptions come to light, forcing Ava and Liam to decide if they can trust one another again. With a lovable child desperate to bring his parents together, family expectations, envious rivals and painful secrets standing in their way, will they discover the second chance they never imagined possible? A wonderful millionaire tale of love, forgiveness, family and the little boy that changed everything. ❤️👨‍👩‍👦💍

For seven years, I played the perfect fiancée and glorified personal assistant to Donavon Bray, the star forward of the New York Dynamos. But at a glittering charity gala, I overheard a conversation in the shadows of the terrace that shattered my world. "Getting engaged to Cordia was just a habit, a responsibility. Jocelynn is the one I've always wanted." Overnight, the media crowned Donavon and his newly returned childhood friend the golden couple. He paraded her around town, treating her with a chivalry and tenderness he never once showed me. He even publicly fired my loyal assistant, sneering to the entire front office that they needed "real professionals" like Jocelynn, not someone who just fetches coffee. My own best friend took to social media to side with them, mocking me as the "wrong time" in his epic romance. To Donavon, I was just a lucky "Puck Bunny," a clueless prop meant to stroke his ego and manage his schedule. He had no idea I was two months away from finishing my master's thesis in predictive data modeling at MIT. So, I took off my diamond ring, blocked his number, and quietly signed a contract to become the Chief Data Analyst for his team's biggest corporate rival. As I prepared to dismantle his multi-million dollar contract with my own algorithms, I was ready to show him exactly what a glorified assistant could do.

I spent three years hiding my true identity to build my boyfriend Colin's motorcycle empire from the ground up. But one night, he walked into our garage holding another woman in his arms, demanding I give up my bedroom because she was pregnant with his family's bloodline. He kicked aside my tools and ordered me to be her nursemaid. "If you can't show basic loyalty, you have one night to clear out," he told me coldly. When I refused and packed my bags, he froze my bank accounts and laughed, claiming I'd crawl back to him once I was starving on the streets. He didn't even notice the sharp metal shelf tearing my back open as his new woman smirked at my bleeding departure. I had clipped my own wings to play the obedient mechanic for a man who recycled street garbage and thought he owned me. I was disgusted with myself for playing this pathetic game for so long, sacrificing my pride for a man who couldn't even read the code I wrote for him. So, I threw his gang's colors into a drum of waste oil and permanently deleted the million-dollar software he was about to pitch to investors. Then, I pulled out my encrypted phone and called the President of the city's most dangerous rival biker club. It was time to show them what happens when you cross the Global Chief of the Nocturne Syndicate.

Julissa stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. After two years of a freezing marriage to billionaire Haskell Francis, she hoped this baby would finally bridge the gap between them. But just as she planned to surprise him, a gossip news alert popped up on her phone. The photo showed her husband looking with unguarded tenderness at a five-year-old girl, while his "widowed childhood friend" Anastasia leaned intimately on his shoulder. When she called him that night, he coldly claimed he was busy with a contract. Yet, through the receiver, Julissa clearly heard a little girl's sweet voice call out, "Daddy!" When she finally confronted the "happy family" in a department store, Haskell didn't apologize. Instead, his bodyguards blocked her friend, and he forcefully dragged Julissa into his car to protect his precious public image. "I will not allow my marriage to become a laughingstock." He flatly refused her plea for a divorce. Worse, he coldly informed her that Anastasia and the little girl would be moving into their marital home next week. If she didn't accept it, he would completely destroy her father's company. Trapped in this suffocating nightmare, Julissa touched her still-flat stomach, her heart turning to solid ice. Looking at the cruel monster beside her, she knew her days of playing the obedient Mrs. Francis were over.

I am a resident doctor, but my life was slowly crushing me. My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with the hospital dean's daughter, and my sleazy step-brother constantly stalked me for extortion. Just when I was cornered in a dark parking garage, humiliated by my ex throwing money in my face and threatened by my step-brother, a terrifyingly powerful man stepped out of the shadows. He was Cade Vanderbilt, a billionaire ex-special forces soldier—and my patient. He shattered my step-brother's leg with a baseball bat and nearly broke my ex's wrist with one hand. Instead of leaving, he looked at my miserable life and made a cold, calculated demand. "Marry me. Your problems will become my problems." Meanwhile, my ex and his new fiancée used their power to triple my night shifts, trying to ruin my career. In the hospital cafeteria, my colleagues openly mocked my new designer dress, accusing me of selling my body to a sugar daddy to survive. "Who would be desperate enough to pick up Julian's leftovers?" they laughed, waiting for me to break down and cry. I didn't understand why a ruthless man like Cade would offer me absolute protection, wealth, and a ring just to sleep in the room next to his. But looking at the sneering faces around me, I was done being their victim. I touched the limitless black card in my pocket, ready to show them exactly who was backing me now.

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

For three years, I played the perfect wife to billionaire Delano Gates, hoping my quiet devotion would eventually melt his frozen heart. On our third anniversary, he stood me up. Instead, I received an anonymous text with screenshots of his chat with his mistress. The messages revealed a sickening truth: my rare Rh-null blood was the only reason he married me. I wasn't his wife; I was a walking, breathing blood bag to keep his true love alive. When I handed him the divorce papers, he tore them to pieces. "I will not agree to a divorce until Fanny's condition is completely stable. You're not going anywhere." He threatened to bankrupt my father's sinking company if I dared to leak the truth. Then, he locked me inside his sprawling estate, placing guards at every door and confiscating my phone. He even ordered professionals to manage my diet and sleep, just to ensure his 'blood source' remained healthy. I was trapped in a gilded cage, my three years of love reduced to a mere medical supply for another woman. Did he really think his cruelty and wealth could force me to be her literal lifeline forever? Staring at the newly barred windows, I picked up a sharp silver letter opener. Without hesitation, I slashed it across my own wrist. If spilling my own blood was the only way to trigger a medical emergency and open those iron gates, then I would gladly pay the price for my freedom.

I married Julian Sterling to take my dead sister's place, acting as a free nanny to his ten-year-old son, Leo. But when Leo maliciously pushed me into the freezing lotus pond and then fake-cried, Julian didn't even look at my drenched, shivering body. He scooped up his son and harshly scolded me for lacking the patience and dignity of a mother. As punishment, my mother-in-law forced me to kneel all night in the freezing family shrine. Meanwhile, Julian sat warmly in the parlor, chatting intimately with his childhood sweetheart. The icy water and freezing night gave me a deadly fever. Instead of calling a doctor, they locked me in my room with only a cup of water and a piece of rock-hard black bread. They wanted to slowly, legally starve me to death. When Julian finally came to check on me, it was only to throw a heavy book at me in a drunken rage, smashing my wrist. "Who told you to move? Always making a scene!" Looking at my bruised wrist and his disgusted eyes, my heart went completely numb. I finally realized his promise to "take care of me" was a pathetic joke. I was just a disposable tool meant to rot in this gilded cage. I stopped crying. I secretly used my own herbal remedies to cure my fever, walked out of that room, and looked at the man who thought I would submit forever. "Julian, let's separate."

Claire never imagined that the man she swore to destroy would turn out to be the only man who could make her feel alive. From the moment her sister died, leaving her a child to protect, Claire's life has been a mission of vengeance. She infiltrates the fortress-like estate of Ethan Vale, ready to burn his legacy to the ground. But everything quickly spirals into temptation as she falls under the spell of the very monster she came to kill. Entangled in a web of lust, forged letters, and a deadly family rivalry, Claire is forced to confront a devastating truth. How far would you go for justice when the truth reveals that your enemy is your only sanctuary?

I'm gonna mark you, leave my teeth imprinted on your thigh so that everytime you sit, you remember who owns your body. I'm gonna bury my cock so deep in your tight little pussy that everytime you get wet, only one cock comes to your mind...... Aaron's A college girl's secret affair with her father's best friend becomes leverage for her rejected crush, trapping her in a degrading arrangement that escalates into an arranged marriage-one where obsession, humiliation, and hidden desires collide until her past lover returns to complete their twisted triangle.

Clara Beaumont stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral in her couture wedding gown, waiting for her groom. But the space beside her remained empty. Aidan Carlisle, the heir to a Wall Street empire, had just eloped with his mistress, leaving Clara to face New York's elite all by herself. The priest awkwardly suggested a retreat. Her own family looked terrified of the impending social ruin, while the groom's powerful relatives sat in cold, humiliated silence. The press crashed the doors, cameras clicking frantically to capture the pathetic, jilted bride. She was about to become the biggest joke in the city, her reputation completely destroyed by a man who didn't even have the courage to show up. A surge of ice-hot fury burned away her panic. Why should she be publicly executed for Aidan's betrayal? She refused to let him ruin her life while he walked away unpunished. The debt of honor belonged to the Carlisle family, and she was going to collect it. Instead of collapsing in tears, Clara calmly lifted her veil and locked eyes with Aidan's ruthless, billionaire father, Julian Carlisle. "Since your son has chosen to publicly humiliate both our families," her voice echoed through the dead silent cathedral. "Is there a Carlisle man present willing to take his place?" When Julian coldly offered his younger nephews as a fix, Clara shook her head and looked directly at the untouchable patriarch. "No. I choose you."

He is my art coach. And he sucked my dick after our first lesson, obviously, I didn't know he was gay! Now, I have to accept that I am impossibly attracted to a man who is eleven years older than me and a relationship between us could never be possible....or? ~~~    "Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?" Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated.    "If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don't do that." Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. "If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don't think I would be giving free blow jobs to any other man I meet in the near future..."  ~~~~ 22-year-old Model influencer, Korea's number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, has everything a boy could want: great looks, amazing talent, the only son of a billionaire family, millions of followers, and fangirls at his feet. Min-a's quest to help his sister sign a contract with the defiant artist Kwan Seung-ho, who was a much older man leads him to a brilliant art coach who challenges his understanding of love and identity. Could they really be a couple in a society where being gay is seen as condemnable? What Epic Love Story will they write?

Two years ago, a tragic accident shattered two families. Emma was behind the wheel the day fate upended Damien's world. She lost her parents; he lost his wife. And little Luca, Damien's son, lost something irreplaceable: his voice. Since that fateful day, Damien had built a fortress of cold indifference, vowing to never forgive the people he held responsible. What he didn't anticipate was that fate would place one of them directly under his roof. Driven by desperation to save her sister, who was gravely ill, Emma was forced to accept an exploitative employment contract. As Luca's nanny, she must live in the mansion of the man who had every reason to despise her. What began as a contract signed under duress quickly morphed into a dangerous web. Damien desired Emma with an intensity that defied reason, unaware that she was the cause of the past tragedy. And when the truth came to light, Damien must make a choice: cling to the hatred that fueled him... or accept that love might rise from the ruins of devastation.

She was easygoing and warm toward everyone - except the boy who tormented her throughout high school. She thought she'd escaped him for good once graduation was over. But fate had other plans. A few months later, her mother came home with a new partner... who turned out to be the bully's father. Now living under the same roof as adults, the tension between her and her stepbrother shifts into something far more dangerous. Leah knows she should stay away - especially since her stepbrother's girlfriend is her best friend - but the pull between them is undeniable. A one-night stand with him, fueled by alcohol and a game of truth or dare, set the flame in her heart burning even hotter. Will she put out the fire she started... or be consumed by it?

High school memories that were meant to be a thing of the past, until a simple text message. Anna never planned on going back. Back to the same people who bullied, broke, and humiliated her. The reunion was meant to be another trauma she ran from, but Ben won't let her run. Dragged back into a room filled with familiar faces and buried scars, Anna is forced to confront everything she thought she had left behind. The whispers, the smiles, the same people who once watched her fall now stand before her, pretending nothing ever happened. And then there's him. Francis-the quiet boy whom everyone admired-returns once more. This time calmer, and even harder to ignore. His presence alone stirs something Anna thought had long faded... something she can't explain. Now caught between the past that still haunts her and the present that refuses to stay simple, Anna finds herself torn between two worlds: A familiar love or one she couldn't define, nor run from. With the resurfacing of old wounds, feelings she fails to accept, and a world that could crumble at the slightest touch, Anna is forced to make choices... that come with unavoidable consequences.