Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Woman Who Came Back After Dying in the Deep Water
I am Jody Holt. The day my husband, Nate Holt, froze all my bank accounts, my mother was in the ICU waiting for surgery. He said only one thing. "Jody, either you sign the divorce papers, or your mother can figure it out herself." I thought he was only trying to pressure me, until his lawyer slid a second document in front of me. It was the prenuptial agreement between him and Sharon Jones, the woman who had come between us. The date they signed it was three months before this divorce agreement between us. I asked him, "Since when have you two been together?" He glanced at his watch as casually as if he were checking the time for an unimportant meeting. "We have been together since the day I married you." I signed my name on the divorce agreement. Then I died. At least, that was what all the newspapers in the city said./1/100612/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106220952&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Love, A Monster's Reign
My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me. He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her. His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me. Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate. Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman. He didn't even recognize his own wife. In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely./1/114553/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1a2fe6764ee26fe1a06e0c431f20e5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Ultimatum, Her Dying Heartbreak
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying. My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum. "Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish." I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for. As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them. But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them. "This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."/1/103499/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3de9ceb23819f38e8cc93c0cbd67875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Six Years of Poisoned Love
My husband, Alexander, gave me "fertility supplements" every morning for six years. I drank every drop, desperate for the child he promised we'd have. But my body remained stubbornly empty. Then, on my 40th birthday, I discovered the truth. The supplements were contraceptives. And his mistress was pregnant with the son he'd always wanted. She sent me a video of Alexander kissing her pregnant belly. "He's always loved me," the text read. "You were just the placeholder. Enjoy your barren life." The man I trusted had systematically poisoned me, stealing my dream of motherhood while building his real family with another woman. He had gaslighted me for years, making me believe I was the one who was broken, all while living a double life that began on our wedding day. That night, at the lavish birthday party he threw for me, he planned a "romantic surprise" on a giant screen for all our friends and family. He had no idea I had a surprise of my own./0/30174/coverorgin.jpg?v=cef715ce14bffb4c48b60ad05e901be9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Marriage: He's Blind Yet Love Isn't
"Sir, she's not dead yet. Do you want me to run her over again?" "Do it.” The battered and bloodied Rebecca overheard her husband's order and gritted her teeth. The couple had never consummated their marriage, and consequently, they never had a child. However, their childless marriage drove her mother-in-law to accuse Rebecca of being infertile. Now, not only did her husband cheat on her, but he also wanted her dead! He could've just divorced her, but here he was, trying to kill her... Rebecca, who narrowly escaped death, immediately divorced her heartless husband and married again soon after. Her second husband was the most prominent man in the city. She vowed to use his power to her advantage and take revenge on those who had hurt her! Their marriage was supposed to be just a deal beneficial for both of them. Unexpectedly, when the dust settled, her second husband took her hand and pleaded, "Why not stay with me forever?"/1/100255/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106220910&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Engagements, One Betrayal
After ninety-nine failed engagements, I finally married Brooks Preston, a stoic tech mogul who seemed to be the only man on earth who found my motormouth personality "charming." But his quiet acceptance was a lie. I was just a convenient prop, a wife he needed to hide his obsessive, incestuous love for his adopted sister, Everleigh. When I discovered their secret and demanded a divorce, he locked me in a dark, windowless room, weaponizing my childhood claustrophobia to break me. He needed me to take the fall for Everleigh's crimes, to protect her at all costs. He watched me scream and claw at the walls for three days, my terror a spectacle for his cold, calculating eyes. He wasn't just indifferent; he was a monster. I didn't break. Instead, I waited. On the night of a live-streamed gala, I looked into the camera and smiled. "Everleigh, darling, congratulations. I've already divorced him. He's all yours."/0/85006/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6d1ede59e7be479103122d6cd39bd1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lily's Last Breath, A Marriage's End
The phone was slick with sweat as I screamed my address to the 911 operator, my three-year-old daughter, Lily, gasping for air on the living room carpet, her face a terrifying shade of blue. "She has a heart condition," I choked out. "She needs an ambulance. Now." From the bedroom, I heard my wife, Sarah, on the phone, her voice a low, intimate murmur, oblivious to Lily' s agony. She was talking to another man, David, expressing concern for his sick son, Leo. Rage scorching my veins, I confronted her. "Lily can' t breathe! Get off the damn phone!" She flinched, looking at me with annoyance. "I' m talking to David. His son is sick. It' s important." "Our daughter is dying!" I yelled, but she just rolled her eyes dismissively. "You' re overreacting, Ethan. She probably just has a cold. You always panic." My world fractured. When the ambulance finally arrived, it was too late. Dr. Evans, his eyes weary, delivered the crushing news: "We lost her." Lily was gone. Hours later, I called Sarah, trembling, trying to tell her. "Lily… she' s gone." But her words sliced me like knives. "What are you talking about? Gone where? I' m at the hospital with David; Leo' s getting his kidney transplant tomorrow." Disbelief, then a chilling horror, washed over me as she dismissed Lily' s death as another one of my "dramas," hanging up to celebrate Leo' s transplant. When her parents, John and Mary, arrived, they scrolled through Sarah' s social media: a smiling photo of her and David, celebrating Leo' s perfect match-posted after I called her. "A perfect match, right now?" John' s voice was low, dangerous. A horrible suspicion began to dawn: was this more than just indifference? Could it be something far more sinister?/0/81113/coverorgin.jpg?v=90a0b60de7b420407aca886b2ea6cf07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Inheritance of Lies: The Daughter's Revenge
My fiancé, Jake, stood impatiently by the Greyhound bus, his hand on my back, promising a new life away from our dying West Virginia town. But this wasn't our first trip. In another life, just moments after boarding this very bus, his hands closed around my throat. I remembered the cold fury in his eyes and the hiss of another woman's name: Brittany. That life ended with my world going dark. My hero father' s legacy, his survivor benefits, and even his house, systematically stolen by Jake' s family, the Millers. They' d taken me in after Grandma died, only to exploit every cent, while Brittany, the town's "it girl," brazenly used my father's name for her own gain, all with Sheriff Miller's complicit blessing. How could I have been so naive? So blind to Jake's possessive obsession with Brittany? To the quiet exploitation that turned my father's honorable memory into a tool for their greedy schemes? The realization burned, a colder wrath than death itself. Now, I' m back. The naive Ava is dead, burned away by the memory of my own murder. This time, I won't just board the bus; I'll wait. I' ll make them wait. Because this second chance isn't about escaping-it's about justice. For my father, for my stolen life. And I know Jake remembers too. He' s already planning./1/103500/coverorgin.jpg?v=98866f9cd4326e897cdff77f541e674c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Celebrity Therapist's Cruel Deception
On my tenth wedding anniversary, I found my celebrity therapist husband naked with our housekeeper. He called it "somatic therapy." I was pregnant with our miracle baby and secretly battling a brain tumor. But when his lover faked a fall and a miscarriage, framing me for it, he chose her. The fall caused me to lose my actual baby. As I lay bleeding on the floor, my husband scoffed, "Don't play games, Alexis," and rushed her to the hospital. He then had me committed to a psychiatric facility, publicly painting me as delusional to protect his reputation and his affair. He thought he had gotten rid of me forever. But he didn't know my sister would break me out. He didn't know I would fake my own death to escape. Now, I'm back. And I'm about to teach the good doctor a lesson in consequences./1/109665/coverorgin.jpg?v=b76a34232da625e89286fd30bef86c00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family's Regret, Too Late Now
My family accused me of betraying them, of nearly destroying the tech empire they had built from nothing. As punishment, my father and two older brothers locked me in my room, leaving me without food or water until I confessed to a crime I didn't commit. But when a medical condition flared and I began to suffocate, they dismissed my desperate screams for help as just another one of my "theatrics." "She's just being dramatic," I heard them say through the thick oak door, right before they added extra bolts. They were completely blinded by Ivy, the manipulative outsider I had welcomed as a sister. They chose her lies over their own blood, forgetting how I had secretly liquidated my own assets to save their company years ago. I died alone, my last breath a desperate gasp in a house that refused to listen. Then, I woke up. Floating as a spirit above my own decaying body, I became a silent witness, waiting for the moment they would finally break down the door and be forced to see what they had done./1/100256/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0df1e621e228859644f598a44cf397d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Beloved To Battered: Her Reckoning
My husband, Chase, was having an affair. But when I confronted him, he didn't just admit it-he told me he was tired of my ambition and that his new lover, a diner waitress, was everything I wasn't: simple and undemanding. Then he pushed me down the stairs. The fall cost me our unborn child. As I lay broken in the hospital, his mistress, Joy, visited. Under the guise of care, she forced a foul soup down my throat, whispering it was the "blood and flesh" of my dead baby. When I fought back, Chase walked in, saw Joy on the floor, and ordered his bodyguards to beat me for hurting her. One hundred slaps. Each one chipping away at the nine years of love I had for him. He had promised to be my anchor, but he had become the storm that wrecked me. Why did the man who once cherished my brilliance now despise it? Why did he protect the monster who tormented me while destroying me and our child? Lying on the cold hospital floor, bruised and bleeding, I finally understood. The love was dead. And with it, the woman who had ever loved him. I picked up my phone and made a call. It was time to burn it all down./1/103501/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f0a7cf29d9c33493847ba21e9e6de44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Vengeance
I married Edwardo Steele out of a debt of honor, secretly loving the man who treated me like a contaminant. For three years, he weaponized his severe OCD against me, recoiling from my touch while I walked on eggshells in our cold, sterile mansion. My foolish hope for love died the night I saw him at a hotel fire, holding his mistress, Cassie, with a tenderness I had never known. He didn't just cheat; he destroyed me. He framed my brother, leaving him permanently disabled, all to protect her. Then, at Cassie's birthday party, he played our private video for everyone to see, a final, public humiliation. The man I sacrificed everything for had chosen a liar over me, and I was left with nothing but shame and a broken family. But in the depths of my despair, I discovered two things. First, I was pregnant with his child. Second, my brother had found a secret that could bring Edwardo's empire to its knees. I made an appointment to end the pregnancy. Then, I planned to use that secret to end my marriage./1/109666/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260228164913&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Husband's Fatal Ignorance
Five years ago, I was a world-renowned concert pianist. Now, I'm an auto mechanic with a mangled right hand, hiding from a past my ex-husband, Carter, dismisses as a "tantrum." He drags me to a charity gala where his mistress, Alexandrea, puts me on the spot, demanding I play for the city's elite-a cruel, public humiliation she knows I can't perform. When I refuse, Carter shoves me to the ground in a rage. He still thinks our daughter, Lily, is alive, and he uses her as a weapon. "Behave," he hisses, "and maybe we can bring Lily back home." Bring her home? The sheer ignorance is staggering. He has no idea our daughter froze to death in the same car crash that destroyed my hand. But just before the gala, my best friend uncovered the final, devastating truth. It wasn't an accident. They sabotaged my car and left us for dead. Tonight, I'm not just attending a party. I'm orchestrating a funeral. Theirs./1/100257/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7a8a64bc136386cdbc24ab3b78aa69b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her, I Chose Freedom
My husband, Keaton, and my adopted sister, Kaylene, betrayed me. I discovered Kaylene was pregnant with his child, a calculated move to secure an heir for the shipping empire my family built and he now controlled. He painted me as a cold, career-obsessed wife who couldn't give him a child, turning our mutual decision to wait into a weapon against me. When I confronted them, Keaton promised to handle it, but it was just another lie. His deception ran deeper than I ever imagined. When a violent figure from Keaton' s past emerged, revealing he had used stolen money to marry into my family, Keaton chose to protect his pregnant mistress over me, leaving me to be attacked and seriously injured. He left me bleeding on the floor of an art gallery, choosing to shield the woman carrying his child-a child that, I would later discover, wasn't even his. I faked my own death, escaping to Ireland to start a new life, free from his web of lies. But Keaton, consumed by a twisted obsession after learning the truth, hunted me down. He found me, desperate to reclaim what he had destroyed. "You're mine, Blair," he growled, his eyes filled with a possessive fire. "Always have been, always will be."/0/65541/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fe36a10bb1dcca371132eabb7b0b73c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Heart for the Town, A Knife in My Back
After working for five years, I returned to my hometown to help farmers with live streaming. I wanted to repay the villagers for their support in funding my college education. However, the villagers doubted that I would share the profits and accused me of keeping their hard-earned money for myself. They demanded that I hand over my eight-year-old account to them and leave the village. I found it both infuriating and amusing, so I decided not to comply. Fortunately, the neighboring village was eager for my help in selling their products./1/104475/coverorgin.jpg?v=35dd22ea569a8cd9646f782fe81ee1bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-husband Regretted it After I Left Him
After donating bone marrow for my husband, Jake Hayes, I stumbled upon a viral video when I was at the hospital. "I entered the game, staking myself, all for the sake of making her willingly donate marrow for the one I love. In order for you to survive, I had to sacrifice my own love. Goodbye, my beloved." The guy in the video had deep-set eyes and gently kissed the lips of a woman sleeping beside him. His actions were restrained yet full of affection. In the comments, a lot of people lamented. "Finally, a bittersweet ending where he can grow old with his love." "But the poor woman who donated the bone marrow probably remains unaware of the truth." I stared at the face I had been close to for months, feeling a dull ache in my side from the puncture. I went through the discharge procedures myself. I said goodbye to everyone at the orphanage. But after I completely vanished from Jake's world, he was determined to find me, even if it meant searching high and low./0/95066/coverorgin.jpg?v=88cd20527bd031e549f90167dc76e5fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée Who Stole My Kidney
I gave my fiancée my kidney to save her father's life. Two days later, she dumped me in my hospital bed, calling me a "convenient organ donor" before running back to her wealthy ex. But their cruelty was just beginning. After her ex hit my sister in a hit-and-run, my fiancée launched a vicious online smear campaign to protect him. Her lies inspired a stranger to walk into my sister's hospital room and murder her. The woman I had sacrificed a part of my body for had taken everything from me. Now, I will take everything from them./0/81115/coverorgin.jpg?v=da1fd6476ef068519cc670ac771de8fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife's Golden Lie
My life was a constant grind: three jobs, every cent, every heirloom gone, all to keep my wife, Sera, out of prison. She was supposedly in a high-end facility, recovering from a failed tech startup, and I believed I was saving her, sacrificing until nothing was left. Then the phone call came, a final, urgent demand for more money. My seven-year-old son, Leo, must have overheard my desperate pleas for "golden blood" cash. In his innocent, heartbreaking attempt to save his mom, he went to sell his own rare Rh-null blood. It killed him. At the clinic, they handed me an envelope of cash-his blood money. But the real horror began when I arrived at the facility's office, intending to make the final payment. I overheard my "imprisoned" wife, Sera, calmly discussing me and Leo with a man, Marcus Thorne: "He and the boy have served their purpose. Make sure they're given a quiet way out." She was never imprisoned; it was all a monstrous, elaborate lie. Leo's precious, life-giving blood, the very reason he died, wasn't for her freedom, but for her new baby with Marcus. My son died for a fabricated charade, for a woman who plotted his disposal. The news then flashed her radiant face, celebrating her new marriage and pregnancy, while I was left holding Leo' s blood money. Later, loan sharks, sent by Marcus, desecrated Leo' s scattered ashes in our home. There was nothing left to lose, everything had been taken. But when they defiled the last remnant of my son, something in me snapped. With nothing but a cheap pen in my hand, I fought back. The game was over. It was time to choose: crumble or rise from the ashes of my ruined life./1/103502/coverorgin.jpg?v=982fd52d172a2e997ec3fb7809be5e3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Midnight Iris of Betrayal
After fifteen years of marriage, my husband finally noticed my nail polish. The shade was 'Midnight Iris.' It was also the favorite shade of his new assistant, Cheri. When I confronted him, Brennan called me ridiculous. "Maybe you should get a job," he sneered. "Stop obsessing over meaningless things." But the deepest cut came from my son, Bird. "You don't even do anything all day," he said, his words a mirror of his father's. "And Cheri is picking me up today. She's way more fun than you." Later, he texted, asking me to buy a birthday present for Cheri. My own birthday had been the week before. He hadn't even mentioned it. He hadn't forgotten. He just didn't care. I had been replaced in my own home, in my own son's heart. Before the tears could blind me, I sent a text to my lawyer. "I want to give up custody. Completely. I can't be a mother to a child who doesn't see me."/0/84036/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203615&imageMogr2/format/webp)
