Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Rejection, Her Billionaire Engagement
My boyfriend of two years and I were a team. Both scholarship students, we pinched pennies and dreamed of a future we would build from nothing. I thought our love was real. Then I discovered he was cheating on me with my best friend. The truth was uglier: our entire relationship was just a cruel, two-year-long fraternity bet. I overheard him mocking me to his friends. "She's a gold-digger who didn't find the gold," he laughed. When I broke up with him, he retaliated by leaking our intimate photos, destroying my reputation and branding me a manipulative user. Betrayed and publicly shamed, I had lost everything. So I left town with a single suitcase. But my new life brought a shocking twist: I wasn't an orphan, but the long-lost heiress to a powerful family. At the gala celebrating my return, my ex crashed the party to beg for me back, only to watch in horror as the powerful CEO Cristian House got on one knee and asked me to be his wife./1/117542/coverorgin.jpg?v=404391382dddd79bba80f2ebe30bfe10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Blind Eyes Saw Everything
For a year, after sacrificing my sight to save my husband, Evander, I lived in darkness, clinging to his promise to be my eyes. What he didn't know was that my vision had quietly returned. I was eager to surprise him with this miracle, but the surprise would be all mine. Entering our silent Park Avenue penthouse, a cloying perfume and muffled giggle led me to Evander, entwined with his executive secretary, Katia, on our Fendi sofa. Her triumphant, cruel gaze met mine. Evander, dismissing my arrival, let Katia order me to fetch her "aspirin"—a veiled request for condoms. My love turned to ash as I obeyed, delivering the box. He patted my head, calling me his "good girl." My world vaporized. Betrayed, I was an invisible, manipulated pawn. My vision, a secret weapon, now saw everything with chilling clarity. Retreating, my hands, steady with purpose, sent an encrypted message: "I'm ready. I can come back anytime." The reply: "Waiting." The gilded cage opened; I was stepping out./1/106347/coverorgin.jpg?v=239ad82dc8a1e36f5de64083e4e7f71b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club. I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life. Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled. The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply. I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget. I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball./1/115063/coverorgin.jpg?v=a50755739c939bb4ac82457dff93b53c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Loved Me When You Didn't
Kaitlyn Barton POV: After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin. Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name. At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen. He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken. "Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew. In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from. As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years. "If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word." My fingers moved on their own. "Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you." The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice./1/105661/coverorgin.jpg?v=8891a0623bd9040ee1a5a088c8d01558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal
I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free./0/24924/coverorgin.jpg?v=eaa6589724b585c9d1afbe2c73dc7e7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Unexpected Marriage to the CEO: A Sweet Second Chance
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?/1/116515/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fbca5c5dea83e92c9c62ef84f6e061e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I No Longer Pick Up Trash
On the eve of my lavish New York wedding, my partner of ten years, Holden Ferguson, informed me the ceremony was just for show. The marriage license, he explained with a smirk while his mistress lay in our bed, was for her. He was leaving me at the altar, confident I was trapped after a decade of him systematically taking credit for my architectural brilliance. He called me his "dependent asset," a woman whose career and reputation were built on the platform he provided. "You have no choice, darling," he taunted, reminding me I'd given up my wealthy family for him. "You're nothing without me." He expected me to crumble, to play the part of the humiliated bride and wait for him to return after securing his new future. He thought he had planned my destruction perfectly, underestimating the quiet woman who secretly controlled a fortune. But as he left, I picked up my phone and dialed my fiercest professional rival. "Jaxon," I said calmly, "I need you to marry me. Today."/0/23995/coverorgin.jpg?v=d65c01e8f06a92b56b67e97dd9ef5e11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Priceless Disfigured Wife
Angus Smith is the most powerful president who controls the national economy, while Tammy Wood is a seriously disfigured lady who was exiled by her family. However, she had been loving him for over 15 years since she met him at the age of 5. Thus when he proposed a marriage, she was so happy that she expected a new life. However, the truth was that their marriage was totally a plot. Upon the truth being revealed, Tammy was almost torn to pieces and escaped from him with their baby. Four years later, she was stopped by Angus as soon as she came back. It seems that Angus has regretted what he had done. So he just holds Tammy in arms tightly and decides to love her forever and ever!/1/104955/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3bd5c69bc170d0c9562baac7fd6c806&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Maid Over The Heiress
I was in a Zurich boardroom signing a contract worth fifty million dollars when I saw the photo that ended my marriage. It was an Instagram notification from the woman I paid to scrub my toilets. The caption read: "My little prince deserves the world." The photo showed her son holding a custom-made porcelain doll with diamond-dust eyes. It was the only one in the world, commissioned specifically for my daughter, Lily. I cancelled the deal and flew home immediately. When I arrived at my daughter's school, I found the housekeeper wearing my vintage Chanel coat and driving my car. My husband, Austyn, didn't run to greet me. He ran past our crying daughter to comfort the housekeeper's son. "Don't you dare touch my son!" he screamed at me, protecting the boy while our daughter scraped her knees on the pavement. He looked at me with pure hate, confident that he could take half my assets in a divorce. He forgot that I wasn't just a wife. I was the Duchess of the Miller Syndicate, the most powerful crime family in New York. I pulled out my phone and froze every account he had. "You want a divorce?" I asked, signaling my security team to step forward. "Take off the suit, Austyn. I paid for it." "You are leaving this marriage exactly how you entered it. With nothing."/1/114560/coverorgin.jpg?v=4582e4ea07840482dcef3f22f78e2e43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Light They Couldn't Extinguish
I was the architect of my husband's billion-dollar tech empire, but he repaid me by bringing his mistress to our son's funeral-the very woman whose negligence killed him. To protect her, he had me committed, tortured, and then burned every last memory of our son, systematically erasing our past. Then I discovered he'd secretly divorced me years ago, so I faked my own death and gave the source code to his rival, ready to watch his world burn to the ground./1/101139/coverorgin.jpg?v=63d3bb1870978bcb67b8b12c010f9513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge
I was the perfect wife to my producer husband, Braden, enduring his coldness and affairs for one reason: his promise to release my late father's priceless songbook. Then, at a crowded industry party, I watched him kiss his starlet mistress, Destany, for all to see. The humiliation made me collapse, and I woke up in a hospital bed to a shocking truth: I was pregnant. Braden used our unborn child as a leash, playing the role of a devoted husband while secretly continuing his affair. His mistress grew bolder, breaking into our home after taunting me with photos of her and Braden in Tokyo. "That baby is just another obstacle," she whispered, her eyes filled with hate as she lunged at me. In the struggle, she shoved me down our grand staircase. The fall was a blur of sickening thuds and a sharp, searing pain. I lost my child. The one thing that had tied me to him was gone, stolen by his cruelty and her jealousy. The years of his lies and my silent suffering crystallized into a single, cold purpose. When Braden knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I simply picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'm taking back everything."/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./1/110945/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff746397b06e932b7383499acd41aa65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Father's Betrayal: The Marrow
After years of marriage, Adrian Foster still only spoke to me in bed. The moment he got out of it, the warmth vanished, replaced by cold indifference. I, Nora Bennett, had endured it all in silence, hoping that if I stayed obedient, he might show our daughter, Nina Foster, a little more care. Yet in his eyes, Sophia Graham was his one and only-the woman he put on a pedestal, shielding and indulging her at every turn. For her child, he had even taken my daughter's bone marrow. In that moment, I finally understood. I was nothing more than a pawn in his battle with the woman he truly loved. So I stopped holding on. I took my daughter and left without hesitation./0/85731/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa28600b8758c38736d1996cda821bc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: A Wife's Bitter Reckoning
The piercing wail of an ambulance siren was the first thing I heard. I was lying on the living room carpet, the scent of dust and cheap air freshener in my nose. A few feet away, my younger sister, Chloe, clutched an empty bottle of pills, feigning unconsciousness. It was a pathetic performance, but it had destroyed my life once before. This was the day I received my acceptance letter and full scholarship to the nation' s most prestigious art school-the day my life was supposed to begin. Instead, guided by my mother' s frantic sobs and my father' s angry accusations- "Ava, how can you be so selfish? Your sister is trying to kill herself because of you!" -I buckled. My fiancé, Mark, whispered poison: "What' s a scholarship compared to your sister' s life?" I believed them. I gave it all up, watching as my scholarship was transferred to Chloe. The betrayal festered. A month later, I discovered Mark hadn' t failed his exams; he and Chloe had plotted to steal my future. When I confronted them, they locked me in my art studio and set it on fire. I survived, disfigured and broken, only to be forced into a brutal marriage where I eventually died. But now, I was back. Seventeen again. Whole. The future they stole, once again within my grasp. Chloe fluttered her eyelids, a flash of triumph in her eyes as they met mine. This time, the burning rage had cooled into something harder, sharper. They thought this was their victory. They had no idea it was just the beginning of my revenge./1/114559/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a9d497a6950e67b2d1932e33e801809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chosen Her? Face My Fiery Wrath
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire. The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life. It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences. He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée. His eyes on the screen demanded my submission. "Apologize to Jaden. Now." I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own. "Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."/0/28009/coverorgin.jpg?v=28adee7417e39434105655627d045e99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Bride And The Mysterious Tycoon
Celia Kane originally came from a wealthy family, but she was orphaned by her mother at an early age. Ever since then, she was made to live a hard life. Her father and stepmother even set her up to marry Tyson Shaw who was supposed to marry her stepsister. Unwilling to accept her fate, Celia ran away on the day of the wedding and had a one night stand. Celia tried to leave secretly that night, but her father found her again. Having failed to escape her fate, she was still forced to become the substitute bride. Unexpectedly, she was treated well by her husband during the marriage. Celia also gradually came to learn that he had many secrets of his own. Would Celia find out that the man she had a one night stand with was actually her husband? Would Tyson know that Celia was only a substitute bride for her stepsister? When was Celia going to find out that her unassuming husband was actually a mysterious tycoon? Find them out in this book./0/60607/coverorgin.jpg?v=f27b53eb22c66201fdcfb94b84db2042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth As A Wealthy Heiress
After signing the death insurance with my husband as the beneficiary, I got into a car accident not long after. During the wait for rescue, I found out that it was all orchestrated by my self-proclaimed best friend and husband. Even my daughter, who was never close to me and resented my strict parenting, turned out to be their child! Meanwhile, my biological child had been killed by them and replaced. I died with resentment and my spirit floated in the air, watching them enjoy the huge compensation and live carefree. I was filled with anger like a vengeful ghost. However, to my surprise, I was reincarnated on the day when the decision of my inheritance was made after my death. I laughed happily because in this life, I won't let their family fall apart and suffer./1/111560/coverorgin.jpg?v=18dae6c4e707b66b0f16f410942df23c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me. And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control. During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger—a male doctor—I lost control, soft, broken sounds slipping from my lips. Outside the consultation room, my husband stood beside the woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holding her in plain sight as he called me a "useless burden." The doctor adjusted my skirt for me, his fingertips brushing slowly along the side of my thigh. Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?"/0/90420/coverorgin.jpg?v=c86aa197f756e32546b629d5a4321333&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late for Regret: The Fake Marriage That Ended True Love
Coralie spent seven years loving Kellan, driven by her friend' corneas. However, a month after their marriage, she discovered that the marriage certificate Kellan had given her was fake. He was abroad, marrying his true love, and their marriage was the real one. It was only at this point that Coralie realized she had been nothing more than a substitute for Kellan's true love. Devastated, she walked away. Yet, Kellan soon realized he had fallen deeply in love with the substitute and couldn't escape his feelings. By the time he found Coralie, it was already too late./0/86834/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec312b9e9899b3b56d5c5185113adaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
