Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Never Yours Again: Too Late To Chase Me Back, Mr. CEO!
Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods. He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together. On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back. Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia." She walked away, and Ryan fell apart. Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him." Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."/0/79037/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ccb985ffc460e226a1f1cc83e5336b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me
I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms. Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirty little secret, hidden in the shadows of his gleaming towers. But then Seraphina Blake, Ethan's long-lost love, returned, and I was instantly demoted from mistress to...convenience. Humiliated, framed for theft, I resigned, my career in flames. Why did I let him use me for so long? Was I really that blinded by his charm and power? How could I have been so stupid? Now, he needs me again. His precious Seraphina is desperate to win a charity dance competition, but her partner broke his leg. He wants me to step in, dance with her, pretend everything is fine. After all she did? Hell no! I'm done being convenient. I'm done being a placeholder. This time, I choose me. I'm going to expose Seraphina for the viper she is, and maybe, just maybe, find some real happiness in the process. Prepare for a showdown, NYC's elite, Montana's coming for you!/0/31471/coverorgin.jpg?v=02b01ebcb0f73832f53ecdd04cea4870&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband./1/118862/coverorgin.jpg?v=0915bb5ddd92e4a758a3b50603116993&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, My Forgotten Ten Years
My ten-year marriage to Jordan was over. I went back to our old college campus to dig up the time capsule we buried, ready to erase every memory of the man who broke me. But inside, an old Nokia phone suddenly rang. The voice on the other end was bright, hopeful, and unmistakably my own from ten years ago. "Are we married to Jordan? Are we happy?" she chirped. I had to tell her the brutal truth. "We're getting divorced." I told her how he cheated with his assistant, Bristol. I told her how, in the car crash that cost us our baby, his first instinct was to shield her, not his pregnant wife. Her heartbroken sobs echoed the pain I no longer had the strength to feel. The final humiliation came when he forced me to apologize to Bristol after she faked a suicide attempt on a cliff. He chose her, again and again, destroying the woman I used to be. "I won't marry him," my past self finally said, her voice firm through the phone. "I'm taking the scholarship to London." As she made the choice that would erase my entire life with him, my vision faded to black./1/113426/coverorgin.jpg?v=204263b461c19e1e60c6a30d57cb6e84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Surgeon's Secret Billionaire Twins
Adelia thought she was just heading upstairs to rest in the hotel suite arranged by her caring stepsister. But her champagne had been heavily drugged. In the pitch-black room, her rational thoughts melted away as she was violently pulled into the darkness by a terrifying stranger. The next morning, the heavy suite door was kicked open, and blinding camera flashes shattered her world. Her fiancé stormed in, hurling their prenuptial agreement directly at her bleeding cheek. "You make me sick! Violating our agreement like this. You are a disgusting, unfaithful whore!" Her stepsister squeezed to the front of the crowd, crying perfectly rehearsed tears of horror for the tabloid reporters, while her eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated triumph. Desperate and trembling, Adelia begged her father for help, explaining she had been framed. But her father, the family CEO, only cared about his plummeting stock prices. He coldly stripped her of her inheritance, froze her trust funds, and had massive security guards physically drag her out of Manhattan. She hadn't just been betrayed; she had been completely slaughtered by the people she loved most. As the elevator plummeted toward the lobby, her tears dried into a bloody, silent vow. Six years later, Adelia stepped out of JFK Airport, flanked by her terrifyingly smart six-year-old twins. She was no longer a disgraced, pathetic victim. She had returned as a legendary, untouchable ghost surgeon, ready to rip her family's empire apart. And her very first move involves saving the life of the ruthless Wall Street predator who ruined her that night./0/89821/coverorgin.jpg?v=681302756fb85c85eec85d2da79fc5ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Prescription: The Small-Town Girl Is An Extraordinary Healer
To most, Verena passed for a small-town clinic doctor; in truth, she worked quiet miracles. Three years after Isaac fell hopelessly for her and kept vigil through lonely nights, a crash left him in a wheelchair and stripped his memory. To keep him alive, Verena married him, only to hear, "I will never love you." She just smiled. "That works out-I'm not in love with you, either." Entangled in doubt, he recoiled from hope, yet her patience held him fast-kneeling to meet his eyes, palm warm on his hair, steadying him-until her glowing smile rekindled feelings he believed gone forever./1/114495/coverorgin.jpg?v=352101497c61dc6d3060dd2aa5d857c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Vows, Real Love: The CEO's Wife
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up. The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her. He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction. The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage. So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival. He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. "Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."/0/79044/coverorgin.jpg?v=ade74d58426aec6da17c44db8d591f2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burnt for Her, Saved by Amnesia
I woke up in the hospital with a fractured tibia and a hell of a headache, but the worst part? Amnesia. They said I'd forgotten someone important, but when my buddy Matt showed up, his face etched with worry, and asked, "You really don't remember Emily?", I drew a blank. Emily who? Turns out, pre-accident me was obsessed with Matt's sister, Emily. Chased her for two years straight, showering her with flowers, gifts, and even redesigning my whole damn apartment in hopes of impressing her. Total cringe. The kicker? She wasn't interested. Cold, distant, and according to Matt, I was bordering on stalker territory. My phone was filled with creepy candid shots of her, and my notes app looked like a stalker's diary. Likes, dislikes, journal entries detailing every rejection. I was horrified. This wasn't love; this was a damn train wreck. Who was this pathetic dude? Then, standing at the edge of a new life, my mom mentioned Chloe, a childhood friend, and a potential architectural project back home at her family's farm. Ditching my city life and all those toxic memories, I vowed to never love her again. Forget getting my memories back; I was starting fresh. This time, with someone genuine./0/61463/coverorgin.jpg?v=88ffc6e089d542738942af3f8852f056&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Weak Wife Is a Real War Goddess
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan.../0/38238/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc8662f9e0fb5b4190de0b2817fd2afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Hidden Identities
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone./1/111114/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0bee29d0cdd7ea0f2b6a47e8fece257&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Reborn Heart
In my previous life, I poured my family's savings into Diego Torres. He was a scholarship student I mistook for a tech prodigy, and I helped him become a billionaire. His way of thanking me was conspiring with his first love, Kiana, to kill me in an explosion. My mistake cost me everything. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the campus cafe, years before my murder. There was still time to fix every mistake. Diego sat across from me, demanding a thirty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance for Kiana, or else he would refuse my funding. In that instant, I knew he had been reborn too./0/79041/coverorgin.jpg?v=a614d2c40feb61229bf985d726c35098&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret I Heard in the Operating Room Changed Everything
I'd had a hopeless crush on Rhett Beaumont since I was practically a kid. He was my dad's business partner – older, suave, the kind of Southern gentleman who could charm anyone. For years, I'd built up these elaborate daydreams about him. Then, at the annual Historical Society Gala, he finally seemed to see me. His smile, just for me, made my heart do that stupid little flip. He leaned in, promising a private chat later, and my head was spinning. This was it. But "it" turned into a horrifying trap. A week later, after a staged mugging where he played the hero, we ended up in a passionate encounter. That single night led to his childhood sweetheart, Caroline, crashing her car. Then came our cold, guilt-driven marriage, years of painful, invasive IVF treatments, and him controlling every aspect of my life. The final blow? Hearing him coldly tell the doctors, "Just let her go if it comes to that," as I bled out on an operating table. He never loved me. Not for a second. I was just a pawn, a convenient distraction in his twisted games. He blamed me for Caroline's accident, resented my very existence. My body became a failed experiment, my spirit crushed under his icy indifference. All those years of adoration, wasted on a man who saw me as less than nothing. The injustice of it all was a physical ache. How could I have been so stupidly blind to his manipulation? He'd used my innocent crush to utterly destroy me. The man I'd put on a pedestal despised me enough to watch me die. Then, blackness. My last thought: what a complete fool I'd been. But in the next instant, I gasped, my eyes snapping open. The scent of lilies and champagne filled the air. I was standing by that same floral arrangement at the Gala, the night it all began. Rhett Beaumont was walking towards me, that familiar, predatory smile on his face. I was dead. I knew I was. Yet, here I was. A second chance? This time, things would be different./0/79035/coverorgin.jpg?v=46cad8489e029631e8427809056743a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Four Years and a West Village Watch
I'd poured millions into Sophia Evans, transforming a waitress into a chic SoHo gallery owner. For four years, I funded her life, her mother's life-saving medical treatments, her brother's MIT education. All because she was the spitting image of Ava, my beloved fiancée, who died seven years ago in a sailing accident I still blame myself for. Our wedding, a high-society spectacle, was set for the next day. Then, I overheard the devastating truth: her childhood sweetheart, Jake, had threatened to jump from her gallery balcony if she married me. And Sophia? She agreed to publicly humiliate me, leaving me stranded at the altar, just to appease his fragile ego. My carefully constructed world, built on Ava's ghost, imploded. Later, at a charity gala, Jake crashed the event, screaming I'd stolen her; when I was knocked down in the chaos, Sophia rushed to *his* side, not mine. The betrayal was complete; she'd played me, using my grief and my money. I was done. I immediately cancelled the wedding, cut off every penny, and even aired her deceit to our stunned guests before escaping to Dublin to start fresh. But months later, after her mother passed away and I learned Jake was still venomously manipulating her, I did something utterly unexpected, something that even shocked myself. I offered Sophia a job in Dublin working directly for me./1/104690/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c6408162ff7e6f557d2dee5ec12c56a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pregnant Wife's Billionaire Retribution
My husband tore my ultrasound report to shreds at a gala, publicly declaring me barren to protect his mistress. I was visibly pregnant, but he erased me, our child, and my truth with a single, cruel lie. So I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, I returned, no longer a fragile wife but a hardened salvage expert with a fortune. I walked into a high-stakes auction where Emerson was the top bidder. I let my son, his spitting image, make the first move. Then, I stepped from the shadows and calmly raised my paddle. "Seven hundred fifty million."/0/38935/coverorgin.jpg?v=321b0cbf3369eaed409b91ac2afd204c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bossy CEO Husband
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go./1/116215/coverorgin.jpg?v=e677c3d9a06548ea1bddeaaaf8a1e8de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crushed By The Queen I Once Discarded
I was eight months pregnant. The office was dangerously hot, so I turned on the AC, despite my husband's assistant complaining that the cold worsened her period cramps. That evening, my husband Austen accused me of putting his assistant in the hospital. To "make it up to me," he invited me to a gathering at an exclusive club. But I didn't wake up at a party. I woke up locked inside a glass-walled freezer. Outside the glass, Austen stood with his arm wrapped around a perfectly healthy Deb. He raised a champagne flute to the city’s elite, toasting to “cooling down” his hot-headed wife. His security guards stripped me to my underwear and forced my bare knees onto the ice. They poured buckets of freezing water over my head and my swollen belly. "Austen, please! Think about the baby!" I screamed and begged, but Deb discreetly pricked her own hand, showing Austen a drop of blood and crying that my cruelty was causing her ulcers to bleed. Austen's face twisted with rage. He called me a poison and ordered his men to pour more ice directly onto my skin. Lying on the freezing metal floor, I felt a warm trickle of blood run down my legs. I was losing our child, and the man I loved was watching it happen. But I didn't die in that freezing hell. When I woke up in the hospital, my supposedly dead billionaire father was holding my hand. I didn't shed a single tear for my broken marriage. I was going to take everything Austen had./1/105394/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbacb41e8796e41d5302f317bdce9520&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife: The Secret Billionaire Heiress
I spent three years playing the role of a submissive, small-town wife for Evertt Baker, trading my true identity for a quiet life in a Manhattan penthouse. I thought my devotion would be enough to build a real home, but I was just a placeholder in his grand design. The illusion shattered at 2 AM when Evertt walked in smelling of Chanel No. 5-the signature scent of his mistress, Adda. Without a word of apology, he dropped divorce papers on the table, demanding I sign them immediately so he could finally be with the woman he truly loved. He looked at me with pure disgust, flicking a five-million-dollar check toward me as if he were paying off an incompetent employee. He told me it was more money than anyone from my "trailer park" background would ever see and ordered me to hurry because Adda was waiting in the car downstairs. He didn't care that I had spent years nursing him through illness and tolerating his family's insults; he only cared about his own convenience. The sheer arrogance of his payout and the blatant disrespect of bringing his mistress to our home was the final blow. I realized that the man I loved never actually saw me, only the submissive shadow I had forced myself to become. I signed the papers with a fluid scrawl he didn't bother to check, then I fed his millions into the office shredder. I pulled a hidden, encrypted device from a kitchen drawer and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. "Brother," I said, my voice finally steady. "Come get me. The game is over." Evertt thought he was discarding a penniless nobody, but he was about to find out that he had just declared war on the Stafford empire./1/118975/coverorgin.jpg?v=140a53e7235b6f05abeafec6069ad5e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Night Betrayal: A Five-Year War
On my wedding night, my new husband, Dorian, drugged me and left me in a room with his best friend. That single act of betrayal ignited a five-year war that would ultimately consume us all. By morning, a doctored video of me with another man went viral, shattering my family' s name. Dorian accused me of orchestrating it, his eyes filled with a cold hatred I couldn't comprehend. He used our marriage as a weapon for revenge. He had my father imprisoned on false charges and my brother killed in a suspicious "training accident." My mother, broken by the loss, suffered a complete mental breakdown. The last time I saw her, she clawed at my face, her eyes wild with madness. "You brought this ruin on us!" she shrieked. "Go die, Ariana! Just die!" Her curse was the final blow. That night, when his friend came for me again, phone in hand to record my humiliation, I finally decided to obey my mother's wish. I swallowed the pills I' d been saving for months, but not before I took from him the one thing he valued most./0/87883/coverorgin.jpg?v=698070f1eed3a639b4d169d65e422abb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thirty-Eight Divorces, One Betrayal
Today is my fifth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Ethan, asked me for a divorce for the 38th time. He does this for Ilene, his childhood friend. The woman who crashed her car on our wedding day, leaving her unable to have children. Ever since, he's been repaying a debt of guilt, and I've been the price. For five years, I endured the cycle of divorce and remarriage. But this time was different. Ilene pushed me down a flight of stairs. Ethan found me bleeding and promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay. But days later, the police called. The security footage of the incident had been mysteriously erased. There was no evidence, no case. That night, Ilene had me kidnapped. As her men tore at my clothes in the back of a van, I managed to call Ethan. He rejected my call. I jumped from the moving van. And as I ran for my life, bleeding on the cold asphalt, I made a vow. This time, there would be no 39th remarriage. This time, I would disappear./0/85851/coverorgin.jpg?v=f79158d2bb8de73cebf405229143fd56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
