Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Secret Life, My Shattered Dreams
Hazel Ware. That was my name. Not Hazel Harrell. It was the only thing I hadn't changed for Emmett, and now, watching him on stage, his hand brushing Keeley Osborn's as the applause thundered, I felt like a stranger to my own life. For five years, I was the perfect wife to my successful architect husband, Emmett. I happily put my own ambitions aside for his, believing our life was a shared dream. Then, one night, I discovered the truth. He was living a secret life, caught in a five-year emotional affair with his old flame, the filmmaker Keeley Osborn, a woman he depended on more than me. He abandoned me on our anniversary to celebrate her success and left my bed at 3 AM to soothe her 'creative block.' When I found out I was pregnant, I was utterly alone. During a desperate confrontation, I told him about the baby. His first instinct was to defend her. The shock sent me to the hospital, where I miscarried our child. The ultimate betrayal was learning he was in the same hospital that day, comforting Keeley while I was losing our baby down the hall. Lying in that cold hospital bed, I looked at the man I no longer recognized. "It's over, Emmett," I said. "I want a divorce."/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./0/61215/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a469372e47d08e4f91137827cb9c7e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Childhood Sweetheart
Richard is only a year older than me, but he has always used his status as my older brother to pressure me. When we were kids, he would scold me for skipping class, and as we grew up, he would still interfere in my love life. My friends joked, "Your brother can't possibly like you, right? You two aren't even real siblings." Since then, I deliberately distanced myself from him, but during the New Year, he suddenly brought home a girl. "Tricia, call her sister-in-law." That night, I locked myself in my room and cried uncontrollably. He pulled me out from under the covers and gently wiped away my tears. "You're allowed to make me mad by dating a boyfriend, but I can't be upset with you?"/1/103424/coverorgin.jpg?v=f31675876b8693225bdf99e48b826cc2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, A Forgotten Name
He remembered my childhood pet' s name, our first meeting, and my obscure tea brand, but for five years, Braylon couldn't remember I was allergic to shrimp. It glistened in my pasta, a cruel reminder of how little of me registered in his mind, especially as he laughed with a familiar blonde across the room. My stomach churned, not from the allergy, but from a deeper sickness. That night, at a sprawling rooftop party, Braylon handed Dallas Huff, a young blonde, a delicate bracelet-a replica of her grandmother's, a story he'd told me a hundred times. "Dallas, this reminded me of you," he said, his voice soft, intimate. She beamed, leaning into him, her eyes sparkling, then flickered to me with a triumphant, venomous gleam. When Dallas purred about a gallery opening, Braylon chuckled, "Eliza will be coming with us. Our anniversary dinner is that night." He turned to me, a forced smile pleading for me to play along. But I was done. "It's over, Braylon," I whispered, "And my name is Eliza." He looked genuinely lost, unable to recall my actual name, while Dallas and his friends mocked his forgetfulness. His eyes, wide and confused, searched my face. "Eliza? What are you talking about? Your name is... it's always been..." He trailed off, genuinely lost. A bitter taste filled my mouth. He remembered every trivial detail of Dallas' s life, but my actual name? It was a blank. Later, he left me stranded on a dark, winding road after I refused to apologize to Dallas. My phone was dead, and I stumbled, breaking my ankle. As I lay there, alone and injured, I sobbed, "Why did I stay? Why did I waste five years on him?" Braylon, meanwhile, drove away, a gnawing unease simmering beneath his anger, only to return to a horrifying scene./1/106214/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b1aac86e39d8e5fd7ced44118405277&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Killed Our Unborn Baby to Save his Beloved Woman
Three years after Theo Hayes and I got married, I finally conceived his baby. Yet, around Valentine's Day, he personally performed an abortion on me. With reddened eyes, he told me that my heart couldn't withstand the burden of pregnancy. I was consumed with guilt and felt my body was not good enough and disappointed in Theo's deep love for me. Behind a curtain, Theo was washing the blood from his hands. "Theo, actually, if Dolores's current health is meticulously nurtured, there's a chance she could give birth to the baby. Why did you insist on..." "I need the umbilical cord blood," Theo said coldly. "Teresa's condition requires a stem cell transplant from newborn umbilical cord blood. Dolores's child is the best source, but a full-term delivery is too slow. Teresa can't wait so long. So... I expedited the fetus's growth and induced labor at five months. Although the baby won't survive, the cord blood can be used. Dolores wasn't going to live long anyway. It will be her final contribution to the Powell family that we used her baby to save Teresa. Don't let Dolores know I expedited the fetus and induced it. Just tell her it was a stillbirth." Dolores closed her eyes in despair, and tears streamed uncontrollably. Her husband, Theo, killed their baby and even drained the last value from it. He just used the baby's umbilical cord blood to save Soren Powell, my half-sister./0/86834/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec312b9e9899b3b56d5c5185113adaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Wife's Vengeance
The sterile hospital smell was the last thing I remembered. I was Ava, a successful architect, and I was dying. Through a morphine haze, I heard my husband, Liam, and his identical twin brother, Ethan. "Is she gone yet?" Ethan asked coldly. "Almost," Liam replied, his voice devoid of love. Then Chloe' s voice, sharp and satisfied: "She heard us talking about the miscarriage." My heart seized. My baby. The baby they called a tragic accident. "It was for the best," Liam said. "She was never meant to be the mother of my child. You are, Chloe." A wave of nausea and horror washed over me. "And the hysterectomy?" Ethan asked. "Are you sure it' s done?" Dr. Anderson confirmed it, Liam said. Complications. I' d never carry a child again. My world dissolved. They' d not only betrayed me but orchestrated the death of my child and the end of my womanhood. All for Chloe. Then, nothing. Until I opened my eyes again. I was in my wedding gown, in my wedding bed. Liam walked out of the bathroom, that devastating smile now making my stomach turn. He was an actor, and I had been his most captive audience. I remembered the whispers from my deathbed: the cold, calculated cruelty. This beautiful monster had shared me with his brother. I had died and come back, armed with the terrible truth. The man who had pledged his life to me had been orchestrating my destruction. My baby, my womanhood, my very life-all sacrificed for a twisted game. How could this be real? Why was I back? A new resolve settled in my soul. I wouldn't just survive this wedding night; I would be the architect of their destruction./0/82573/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffc35c8a8b1fc54c3c65fce4114af265&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Poison, Cold Revenge
My sorority sister, Brittany, always seemed like the perfect friend – sweet, glamorous, always ready with a helpful suggestion. But that sweetness was a lie, a poison. It started with a phony survey, then quickly escalated. My SSN, my bank details, all stolen overnight for a "$3,000 loan" I never truly asked for. That loan spiraled to $9,000, and soon, Brittany' s "help" forced me into something far darker – an "escort service" tied to her family's hidden cruelties. The fabricated photos, the rumors, the shame – it all broke my parents. Their car crash, the one that erased them from my life, was no accident. It was the crushing weight of their daughter' s fabricated ruin, orchestrated by the girl who smiled in my face. My rage burned even hotter than the fire in my gut when I finally collapsed, only to realize, in that fleeting moment between life and oblivion, the bitter truth: their entire scheme was illegal. Unenforceable. A sham. Knowledge that came too late. They stole everything: my future, my family, even my last breath. But then, my eyes snapped open. I was back. September 14th. The day it all began, the day Brittany first whispered about that loan. And this time, she wouldn' t just trick me. This time, I knew her game. Every single move. My blood ran cold as her sugary voice called from the door. "Kayla? You in there?" The nightmare was vivid, but so was my resolve. She thought I was an easy mark. She thought wrong. This time, I' m the one setting the trap./1/100389/coverorgin.jpg?v=8add53f5c2a4ea6b0f3fa917b83bce94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contractual Wife's Silent Comeback
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed. But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child. My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut. "She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call./1/105857/coverorgin.jpg?v=50f4f2103cf2105fa35edc2518a96888&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire
I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it-she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother's trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent-or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father's entire empire./0/81027/coverorgin.jpg?v=1572121ce64e0b869de73072ccaf60f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning
I woke up staring at the familiar water-stained ceiling of my teenage bedroom. My SAT scores and a local community college acceptance letter sat on my desk, marking the day I was supposed to fill out college applications. Just weeks after high school graduation, this was it. Except, it wasn't just a day. It was the day. The starting point of a previous life filled with relentless hunger, brutal beatings, and my family' s chilling neglect. A life that led, eventually, to my agonizing death. I remembered everything: my mother Brenda' s venomous hate, my father David' s chilling indifference, and my brother Kevin' s endless demands. I remembered the pregnancy, my mother's deliberate cruelty, letting me bleed out until it was too late. I died. A loud bang on the door shattered the quiet. "Sarah! Get those damn applications filled out!" Brenda's voice, a dreadful screech, tried to drag me back into the nightmare. The old fear coiled, sharp and cold, but the memory of my death and lost child burned hotter. Not this time. I would not live that life again. Unsteady on my feet, I walked to the door. "I'm not going to community college," I declared, my voice surprisingly steady. "I'm applying to a four-year university. A good one. Far away." This time, I would save myself./0/80482/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a0ffc6efc11decfcde419a3a1b39d2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Founder's Fury
My daughter, Lily, just won the Grand Prize at the California State Youth Tech Challenge, securing a coveted spot at MIT’s summer program. Pure joy lit up her face after years of dedication to her "Eco-Clean Bot." But the applause died instantly as a woman, Jessica Hayes, announced her intention to buy the award for her son with a $500,000 donation. The organizer, citing a "sponsor’s priority clause," surprisingly agreed. Jessica and her smug son, Brandon, mocked Lily, sneering that her hard work was useless against their family’s money. Then, the man I trusted, Mark Olsen, CEO of *my* company and Lily’s father, brazenly sided with them. He publicly declared Jessica the "love of his life" and abandoned us, choosing his mistress over his daughter’s dream. My heart shattered watching Lily’s face crumple, seeing her future stolen by this betrayal. How could the man whose career I built, using my own money, so cruelly humiliate us both? But as he sealed his fate, denying his own family, I knew this charade had served its purpose. The time for the true power behind Nova Dynamics to step into the light, and exact a cold, precise vengeance, had arrived./0/81632/coverorgin.jpg?v=54b66b76a100e97a04e69ab2d2bb2b24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Disowned Heir: A Path to Vengeance
My adoptive family always treated me as their golden child, until I stumbled into a dusty storage room at Grandfather Harrison's 90th birthday celebration. There, I found it: my deceased sister Chloe' s SAT score report, showing near-perfect scores that shattered everything our wealthy New England family had ever told me about her "instability." I innocently showed it to my father, expecting pride or explanation. Instead, his face turned a mottled red, my mother's teacup rattled, and Grandfather dramatically collapsed right before my eyes. Within hours, I was disowned, my entire life-my job, my funds, my home-ripped away, leaving me bewildered and clutching the damning piece of paper. The family called me "disrespectful," my uncle called me "ungrateful," and my own mother, without a flicker of warmth, commanded security to "pack Mr. Ethan' s bags immediately." I was thrown out, abandoned, and even brutally assaulted by my father and uncles when I tried to visit my "dying" grandfather in the hospital. Why? Why would a dead girl's academic scores trigger such a violent, absolute betrayal from the people who raised me? My memories of Chloe, fragmented and disturbing, hint at a darker truth. Then, my mother's voice, strained and chilling, revealed the real reason for my grandfather's "stroke": "He was already gone, Ethan. Two weeks ago. It was all a lie." A cold certainty settled in my gut: Chloe's death, my family's obsession with secrecy, and my sudden banishment are all connected to a truth too monstrous to contain. And I, the discarded son, will unearth every single buried secret at my grandfather's sham funeral./0/80831/coverorgin.jpg?v=c190d9238218bbec28ef86dccfb1cfeb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Bride's Comeback
Ava, an interior designer, was at her grand wedding rehearsal dinner, just hours from marrying affluent director Ethan. Suddenly, Ethan's adopted sister, Chloe, collapsed. He abandoned Ava, rushing her away. An hour later, Ethan called: Chloe was pregnant, and the baby was his. Ethan coldly demanded Ava cancel their wedding, quit her job, and raise his love child. Reeling, Ava returned home to find her grandmother's quilt, among her belongings, dumped outside their shared condo. Inside, Ethan caressed Chloe's belly. Chloe then "accidentally" ruined the quilt. When Ava confronted them, Ethan violently shoved her, causing her to hit her head and bleed, completely ignoring her. The audacity was sickening. How could he betray her so utterly, demanding she accept his monstrous secret and raise his child? This public humiliation and callous disregard for her physical safety ignited a cold fury. It was her 30th birthday—the exact day a silly childhood pact with best friend Liam was set to expire. Ava stared at the monster Ethan had become. With unwavering resolve, she walked back to the dinner, dramatically removed her diamond engagement ring, and placed it before Ethan's powerful father, declaring the wedding canceled. This time, she was truly breaking free./0/57519/coverorgin.jpg?v=be29d3e2b113668e47571d510074cc7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Divorce: Loved By The Secret Billionaire CEO
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! "./0/98777/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ca20a55f2b96bfc5b3e7ec50ff7ac04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned, Shot, Reborn: Now Watch Me
For ten years, I was the invisible architect of my husband's tech empire, forced to manage his parade of publicly funded mistresses. But he crossed a line when he destroyed my father's last legacy-a priceless block of marble-to carve a statue for his new obsession, Isla. When I confronted him, he had me shot, poisoned, and left for dead in a basement. He framed me for attempting to murder Isla, turning our entire world against me. He chose her, always her, even as she dragged me to a cliff's edge, ready to push me into the ocean below. "Choose, Elliott!" she screamed. "Her or me!" "You," he choked out, his eyes on Isla. "I choose you." With his betrayal echoing in the wind, Isla threw my father's sculpture into the sea. And as the last piece of my heart sank into the abyss, I smiled. Then, I jumped./0/22530/coverorgin.jpg?v=1178c6b54d8adb6e4e9f81cb7d509dda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Are Still My Wife
Frieze was finally off to set a new life when she found out that her husband is attracted to his ex-girlfriend. Idri and Frieze had a love marriage a year back. They were head over heels. But, somehow his ex girlfriend came back pleading him to come back to her life. Seeing her in sorrow state he starts dating her and eventually hands over the divorce papers to Frieze. She is heartbroken but accept the divorce proposal just to see him happy. She leaves home after signing the papers without informing her husband and the Idri goes crazy looking for her. Will he be able to find her? Will he end up marrying his ex-girlfriend?/0/98086/coverorgin.jpg?v=a47041151a1959d121ead6d63f911679&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family iPad's Hidden Secret
A suggestive iMessage on the family iPad was the first crack in my perfect life. I thought my teenage son was in trouble, but anonymous Reddit users pointed out the chilling truth. The message wasn't for him. It was for my husband of twenty years, Anthony. The betrayal became a conspiracy when I overheard them talking. They were laughing about his affair with my son's "cool" school counselor. "She's just so... boring, Dad," my son said. "Why don't you just leave Mom and be with her?" My son didn't just know; he was rooting for my replacement. My perfect family was a lie, and I was the punchline. Then, a message from a lawyer on Reddit lit a fire in the wreckage of my heart. "Gather proof. Then burn his entire world to the ground." My fingers were steady as I typed back. "Tell me how."/0/85884/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fa855030f6989e987ac3e0a390c5423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidney Betrayal, Love's Cruel Deception
Five years ago, I voluntarily gave my kidney to save my daughter, Lily, believing it was a sacrifice born of a father' s love. What I received in return was a meticulously orchestrated public humiliation: forced to wear women' s clothing and clown makeup, starring in a viral video that branded me a pervert and destroyed my career and reputation overnight. My wife, Sophia, and Lily stood by me, their unwavering support the thin thread I clung to, believing their love was real, even as I lived as a social pariah. But that belief shattered when I overheard Lily and Sophia confessing to their monstrous deception: Lily's illness was a lie, Sophia's "kidnapping" was a sham, and my kidney was meant for my bitter step-brother, Daniel, all part of a calculated plot to ruin me and seize control of my family's firm. My life was a cruel, elaborate stage play, and I, the fool, had been their unwitting star, leaving me with nothing but the chilling realization that my sacrifice was a mark of betrayal. I lay in a hospital bed, barely conscious after collapsing from their latest act of public shaming, as Sophia and Daniel plotted to commit me, solidifying their control over my life and what little savings I had left. The man they thought they' d broken was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. I would play their game, let them believe their victory was complete, and then I would disappear. This was not an escape, but a strategic retreat. For the first time in five years, I knew exactly what I had to do, and my vengeance would be meticulously planned, far from their reach./0/69771/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4266cccbfe08e0d0e450973e1c14c37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in a billionaire's world
Love in the Billionaire's World Ashley Jenkins, a 22-year-old waitress, and Ryder Blackwood, a 28-year-old billionaire, come from different worlds. Despite their social divide, they form a deep connection. As Ryder introduces Ashley to his luxurious lifestyle, she brings out his compassionate side. But can their love overcome their differences and the challenges that come with Ryder's high-society expectations?/1/102310/coverorgin.jpg?v=40ac8e59f4dbf5401b8ed4ff930f7b38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
