Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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When Family Sells Your Soul
The first thing I remembered from my last life was the end: the chloroform, the burlap, and my mother' s voice selling me off for twenty grand. Then, the tearing, the brutal silence. I woke up, reborn, to the sterile smell of antiseptic. My mother, Brenda, lay frail in a hospital bed, diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease. Her eyes, expertly filled with tears, found mine as she wailed, "I'll just... let nature take its course. Save the money for the kids." This was the moment I shattered in my first life, begging to save her. But this time, I knew. She wasn' t dying for me; she was dying for an inheritance, for her golden child, my useless brother Kevin. They had always manipulated me, bled me dry, and in the end, literally sold me. I stood up, approached her bed, and with a calm, placid mask said, "Okay, Mom. If that's what you want, I respect your decision." The game had changed. I was back, and this time, hell for them was just beginning./0/37946/coverorgin.jpg?v=175cedaeaf8a51782b23e0d1ff8916df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Numb Wife
Shin Alexandra Ferrell, is a strong independent woman who has been through hell multiple times. Since childhood she already experienced hell, things that a child shouldn't really have experienced in the first place however, she, herself wasn't expecting that there is even worse than what she had already experienced. It was the worst hell for her that made her leave and go on a hiatus for about a year. After a whole of being away from her homeland, the country that she also wanted to forget yet also want to stay in - she came back but there was something different about her - something has changed. And that is something that the people who know her for a long time didn't expect and that change is something that should really be feared because she came back not just to sit back and do nothing - she came back for revenge, she came back to avenge herself from the pain that a single man caused but was she really successful?/1/102836/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3a74caacbaff4f292b60249f9a35ce3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Final Act of Vengeance
My husband, Conrad, pulled me from the abyss after my brother died, saving me when I had nothing. He promised to protect me forever. But for ten years, his endless affairs and cruel mind games have been a slow poison, leaving me with a terminal illness and a broken spirit. The final blow came on our tenth anniversary. He gave my gift-an emerald necklace I' d dreamed of since our honeymoon-to his mistress, Aubrey. But that wasn't enough. He then gave her the last piece of my brother I had left: his final symphony. She scribbled on the pages, used them as a coaster, and called his life's work "garbage." As my body failed, I realized the man who swore to save me had weaponized my deepest traumas to destroy me. My love curdled into a cold, quiet rage. Now, drowning in guilt, he has destroyed Aubrey to atone for his sins. He kneels by my deathbed, begging for forgiveness, promising to do anything to earn it. He has no idea my final act of revenge requires his absolute devotion. And his life./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!/1/104783/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260113084142&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Dreams, Lingering Years
On the day Brett Graham threw his big victory celebration, he held my hand and told everyone I was his destiny. Even though we were already divorced. He declared to the whole room that he didn't regret his life-or-death decision, especially since his wife had been among the captives. Too bad the truth was, on that battlefield, the person he was trying to save wasn't me. It was his mistress. Just as Brett thought his bright future was finally within reach, the name on the military commendation medal turned out to be mine. Looking down at Brett from the stage, I spoke frankly to the cameras. "I believe if a peacekeeping soldier, during a hostage exchange with the enemy, only cares about the safety of his lover, it's a true disgrace to the profession."/0/81423/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d7f10cb387e3d141ea683dca9f754d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What Money Couldn\'t Buy
The hospital air was cold, too clean, smelling like death trying to hide. I was running, lungs burning, clutching the $50,000 I'd scraped together-every cent Dad and I had, plus loans and extra shifts-desperate to save my father. He'd helped me raise the money for Izzy' s "crippling debt," a desperate plea from the woman I loved and planned to marry. I believed her, truly. Then the doctor delivered the blow: "Your father, Michael... he passed away an hour ago. He collapsed because he hadn' t been taking his prescribed medication. The expensive ones for his condition." My blood ran cold, the words echoing in the sterile hallway. He did this for Izzy. He killed himself to help my girlfriend. Numb, I found Izzy at her "struggling artist" apartment, her eyes feigning perfect concern. "It's for your debt," I rasped, handing her the thick envelope. Days later, working a catering gig, my father' s cheap cardboard urn tucked under my arm, I overheard her at a lavish party. Izzy, laughing with Liam Astor, her smug "childhood friend." "He actually passed the hardship test, Liam. Impressive, for a line cook." My blood turned to ice. Then Liam' s cruel reply: "The old man croaking was a nice touch. Really sold the desperation." They knew. They knew my father died. My father' s life, his sacrifice, was a game. A test. The love I felt for Izzy, the future I imagined with her, crumbled into ashes, just like the ones I carried. This wasn' t just betrayal; it was a grotesque, sadistic mockery. My selfless father, reduced to a pawn in her twisted elite games, his death a mere footnote in their cruel charade. The world tilted, reeling from the sheer, mind-numbing horror of it all. No. I wouldn't be their punchline. I quit my job, scattered Dad' s ashes, and left. Vanished. But when, years later, she' d desperately beg me to "come clean" and "come home" on national television, her pleas would ring hollow. I had found my peace, far from her toxic world, leaving her to the echoing silence of her monumental lies./0/66499/coverorgin.jpg?v=d524dc19a9d7609a952f744b8532231f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Truth
"As they say, the ones you trust most can often be the cause of your downfall." After two heartbreaking pregnancies, Vanessa becomes pregnant again, clinging to hope that this time, fortune will smile on her. Coincidentally, her best friend Gloria is also expecting, turning their shared journey into one of double celebration. But during their delivery, a single event changes everything, separating the twin babies and casting doubt on who the real mother is. As the two friends set out to uncover the truth, secrets unravel, and their bond is tested like never before. Will their friendship survive once the hidden truth is revealed? The Hidden Truth is a gripping tale of two women and their enduring friendship despite the twists of fate. With shocking turns, this book will leave you eagerly awaiting the next page./0/86615/coverorgin.jpg?v=0363ad8c7db6754f294b4125ba01d9e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Dying Heart, Her Fatal Betrayal
"You have stage four glioblastoma, Ethan. It's inoperable." The doctor' s words hit me like a physical blow, stripping the air from my lungs. Just hours earlier, I was on the brink of a breakthrough with my new social media algorithm, the one that would change everything for Harrison Tech. Now, everything had changed for me. Before I could even process the diagnosis, less than an hour later, I was brutally assaulted in an alley, my life's work ripped from my hands. My adoptive family, the Harrisons, treated my assault with cold indifference, preoccupied with celebrating their biological son, Noah, who was receiving an award-an award for my stolen algorithm. Then, the final betrayal: my girlfriend, Chloe, announced her engagement to Noah, a public display of affection with the very people who had just orchestrated my ruin. The business trip, the award, the assault-it all clicked into place, a sickening tableau of calculated cruelty. How could the family I had given everything to, the woman I loved, abandon me so completely, so callously? Why was my impending death met with such a chilling lack of empathy, traded instead for shallow ambition and a stolen legacy? With nothing left to lose, and perhaps only months to live, I resolved to cut all ties, walking out on the Harrisons and the life I thought was mine. But some betrayals run deeper than blood, and the final act of this twisted family drama was yet to play out./0/83695/coverorgin.jpg?v=93e7267f15907f08ebd7e0407868aaa0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Tried To Steal My Life. I Took Her Future.
The last thing I remembered was the stench of stale beer and damp asphalt, then the crunch of my own bones. My best friend Becca, my sorority little sister, stood by, pointing, her face a mask of cold satisfaction. She had used my ID, my photos, my name for her own sinister schemes, and it led to my brutal death in that alley by loan sharks. Killed simply because I was too trusting, too kind, too naive to see her for what she truly was. But then, I woke up. The scent of lavender laundry detergent filled the air, my body was whole, no pain, no blood. And then I heard it – the soft click of a phone camera. Becca, standing in my doorway, phone aimed at me, just like the day it all began. This time, there would be no pity, no forgiveness. This time, I was ready./0/84344/coverorgin.jpg?v=5abe7ab384e0b65c24f546bebf51f661&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen War
My parents bought me a quiet condo, a soft landing after Afghanistan and the psych facility, a place where I hoped to rebuild my life with my familiar hobby of miniature painting. My first package of rare, custom miniatures arrived, bringing a rare flicker of excitement, but it was quickly extinguished by the mailroom manager, Barney Oliver, who tried to extort a bogus fee. Before I could process his blatant scam, his ten-year-old grandson, Caleb, snatched my package, mocked my hobby, and snapped a precious figure in half, unleashing a surge of controlled rage within me that felt terrifyingly close to breaking. My parents pulled me away from the brink, but the feeling of being violated in my sanctuary, especially by a slimy old man and his cruel grandson, left a burning injustice simmering just beneath my skin. This wasn't just about money or petty vandalism; it was about reclaiming my peace, and I knew I had to push back, harder than they could possibly imagine./1/103163/coverorgin.jpg?v=60bde69deb3d7c9c89d92c240b5ffb51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sister He Scorned, Now Adored
For sixteen years, my step-brother Holden Wolf was my entire world. Every design I sketched, every dream I harbored, was a secret love letter to him. Then he got engaged to a perfect social media influencer. When I finally showed him my heart in a portfolio of my life's work, he ripped it to shreds in a fit of rage. "This is sick, Chelsea! I'm your brother!" The humiliation didn't stop. He drunkenly forced himself on me while whispering his fiancée's name, only to blame me the next morning. "What were you doing in my bed? Your behavior is inappropriate." My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to accuse me of trying to seduce him and ruin his perfect life. After a lifetime of devotion, I was just a problem to be managed, a body to be mistaken in the dark. His love wasn't protection; it was a cage. So I dyed my hair platinum blonde, accepted my estranged uncle's offer to study design in New York, and vanished without a word. This time, I was saving myself./0/84021/coverorgin.jpg?v=0125b021b26074e6d0430b6ff7e865dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beneath the Texas Sun, A Mother's Sin
My marriage to Nicole Chadwick was a business deal, but I fell in love with her, and together we had our son, Caleb. I thought we had a chance at a real family. Then, in one horrific instant, my five-year-old son was gone, drowned by his own mother, Nicole, with her high school sweetheart, Wesley, egging her on. As paramedics fought for Caleb' s life, Nicole and Wesley shopped for saddles and laughed. Later, she even tried to send peanut butter cookies to his hospital room, knowing he had a severe peanut allergy. I watched her celebrate a new pregnancy with Wesley, declaring Caleb a "mistake" and mocking me as I lay bleeding in a ditch, pushed by her. She then publicly whipped me with a riding crop on sharp gravel, spitting venom and telling me I was nothing. My world shattered, built on a foundation of lies and unfathomable cruelty. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, be such a monster? But then, Mr. Chadwick, Nicole' s father, revealed a truth so shocking it peeled back every layer of deceit. Wesley didn' t just instigate Caleb' s death; he had lied for five years about saving Nicole' s prize horse, a feat I secretly accomplished purely out of love for her. Now, as Nicole shattered, confronting the horrifying reality of what she had done and lost, I finally understood. There was no making it right, no forgiveness. And my refusal to forgive her set in motion a chain of events that ended in her tragic, solitary demise years later./0/81101/coverorgin.jpg?v=6945bc10ff63c10247c2db83dcfd1dc3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sizzle Brighter Than Ever
My food truck, "Sarah's Sizzle Stop," wasn't just a business; it was my life's work, providing for me and constantly bailing out my unemployed brother Kevin, his demanding fiancée Brittany, and our enabling mother Carol. When I needed special chilies for a big Austin food festival, I simply asked Kevin, assuming he could help given his ample free time. Instead, Brittany unleashed a torrent of venomous texts, branding me a "lonely workaholic" and a "bougie bitch" for asking a simple favor, followed by Kevin's outrageous demand for a luxury handbag and a public apology on my business social media-or else he'd call off my financially supported wedding. My refusal prompted their horrifying retaliation: I found "Sarah's Sizzle Stop" desecrated, tires slashed, windows smashed, and hateful obscenities spray-painted across its every panel. When I confronted them, Kevin, Brittany, and my mother shamelessly demanded $10,000 for Brittany's "emotional distress," threatening worse. They then launched a vicious online smear campaign, using tearful videos and a "pity party" GoFundMe to portray me as a heartless monster abandoning my "sick" mother and "struggling" brother, effectively turning public opinion and damaging my reputation. Even after this financial ruin and public humiliation, our mother still begged me to drop it all, prioritizing Kevin's "happiness" over my destroyed livelihood. Years of their greed, entitlement, and emotional blackmail culminated in this calculated act of destruction, igniting a cold, righteous fury within me. They truly believed they could destroy my life and still control me through manufactured victimhood and public shaming. But the moment Kevin lunged at me, and I instinctively defended myself with a pan, I snapped-the time for being their victim was finally over. I called the police, filing full charges for vandalism and assault, and then immediately told my stunned mother I was selling the house I owned and cutting off every cent of financial support. This wasn't just family drama; this was my declaration of freedom, and I would fight to ensure the world knew the brutal, liberating truth./1/110302/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c071e4f2d68fb640ccf523198f0da44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For His Regret
My boyfriend and I made a pact: Stanford first, then the world. But an hour before the deadline, he gave it all up for another girl. He chose to stay at the local state university, for Anisa, a girl who seemed so helpless. He arrogantly assumed I would give up my future to follow him. He didn't know, in that moment, he was the one I was letting go. I vanished from his world. He thought I was overreacting, that I'd come around in a few days. But when I boarded that plane to California, I wasn't just leaving him behind. I was choosing myself, for the first time./0/84022/coverorgin.jpg?v=283a97c9bd2fc836db0a78c98fb2f179&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Stolen Genius
My phone screen was the only light in the suffocating darkness, casting a sickly blue glow on the corrugated steel walls closing in around me. A notification popped up with Nicole' s latest livestream, her face triumphant, showing a thumbnail of me, huddled and sketching on a dirty cardboard box. "My pathetic 'brother' making trash art for change," the title read, a cruel mockery of my homelessness and desperation. Then, her message: "Feeling cramped, Caleb? I remember you don't like small spaces." My heart hammered as the air thinned, the walls pressing in; I was trapped, locked in a storage unit, betrayed by the girl I once called my sister. I gasped, scrabbling against the unyielding metal as my vision blurred, the darkness crawling inward. My last conscious thought was the cold, unyielding finality of it all; heart failure, alone and forgotten. But then, the distinct smell of turpentine and acrylic paint jolted me awake. I wasn' t in a storage unit; I was back in the bright art room of Northgate High, eighteen years old again. And there she was: Nicole, laughing perfectly, with Ethan, the star quarterback, arrogant and untouched by his future accident, by his downfall. The raw memory of my death, the cold, suffocating terror, slammed into me, a tidal wave of pure, undiluted rage. I grabbed the nearest jar of murky paint water, and without a second thought, hurled it straight at Ethan' s chest. His pristine jacket exploded with gray water and glass, and the fight that ensued was just the beginning. I was back, and this time, the masterpiece of revenge would be mine./1/103165/coverorgin.jpg?v=738be27b42132fd2afcebda8b3d1c33f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Termination Plot
At eight months pregnant, I believed my life was a fairy tale. I had a perfect home, a miracle son on the way, and Derek—the husband who worshipped the ground I walked on. Or so I thought. One piece of paper turned my fairy tale into a horror story. A vasectomy certificate, hidden in the back of a drawer in his office. It was dated a year ago—six months before our child was conceived. Panic drove me to his corporate office, desperate for an explanation, praying for a misunderstanding. But the truth waiting for me behind his closed door was sharper than any knife. "I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," his best friend, Edison, laughed. "She walks around glowing like a saint." "Patience," my husband’s voice replied, cold and unrecognizable. "The bigger she gets, the harder she falls. And the bigger my payout. It’s all for Else." They weren't just lying. They were betting. They were gambling on my humiliation, treating my life and my unborn child as props in a sick game to avenge his sister. Standing in that hallway, clutching my belly, the woman I used to be shattered. But from the shards, something new was born. Something cold, calculating, and merciless. I didn't flee. I didn't scream. I wiped my face and composed a smile that didn't reach my eyes. If they wanted a game, I would play. But they had no idea that the rules had just changed. I wasn't the prize anymore. I was the punishment./1/102841/coverorgin.jpg?v=a331bd08633b46a8ad38e55aa0ea3e27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Vanished: His Eternal Regret
The champagne was still bubbling in my hand when a five-year-old boy ran onto the ballroom floor and screamed "Daddy" at my husband. Then his mistress, Hayden, walked in wearing a dress that cost more than my car, announcing to the stunned crowd that they were a family. Instead of kicking them out, Emilio protected them. The next day, when I confronted them, Hayden lied and claimed I tried to hurt her. Without hesitation, Emilio shoved me hard to "protect" his real family. I fell backward onto the concrete curb. While I lay there bleeding, losing the baby I had wanted for years, he didn't even check on me. He stepped over my body to comfort his mistress and illegitimate son, leaving me to wait for the ambulance alone. In the hospital, I learned the sickening truth: he had only married me years ago because he thought I was terminally ill and would die quickly. Now that I had survived, I was just an inconvenience blocking his happy ending. He even tried to force me to sign away my assets to save his company from a scandal caused by his mistress. "You're nothing without me," he sneered. I looked at the check he offered to buy my silence and tore it up. If he wanted me gone so badly, I would grant his wish. I arranged for a one-way ticket to Zurich and left a single white tulip on his pillow—the flower of the dead. To the world, Elana Acosta died on that pavement. But Elana Valeri was just getting started./1/106410/coverorgin.jpg?v=7af66bb053cd1aac2fdf113b09d2d3b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY STEPFATHER'S SON IS MY FATED ENEMY
Lily's world shatters when her mother marries Alpha Kane, because his son Derek is the same boy who tried to kill her wolf companion three years ago. Now Derek is back, stronger and colder than ever, and he claims Lily owes him a life-debt for a secret she doesn't even remember. Living under the same roof, they must hide their past from their parents while ancient pack laws force them together. As enemies become reluctant allies, Lily discovers the truth about that terrible day, and realizes the real monster might not be the boy she's been taught to hate./0/81752/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee17a9145a9e5d4f28589e710712d320&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Childhood Sweetheart Was a Trafficker
Hubby's white moonlight who has been missing for ten years is back. Tearful, she flung herself into her husband's arms, who heartily and gently comforted her. She looked aside at me and pretended to be compassionate: "Since I'm back, are you going to divorce her and let her move out?" She thought that I was a substitute found by my husband to take away the life that originally belonged to her. But she didn't know that today's privileged life was all brought about by me. Hubby sniffed alertly and pushed her away, and my in-laws' faces darkened. I stepped forward and slapped my husband. "Take care of your mess and come back to me."/0/89215/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0140222b2c85b2c9656f51bbb245a31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
