Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/0/58506/coverorgin.jpg?v=87ac6de5b166db3683b18b668122f5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO VS. CEO
Noura was a young girl full of dreams, and in love, in love with her boss's only son, she who is only a mixed-race bastard whose father we don't know. Daniel took advantage of Noura's innocence, after having had what he wanted, he and his parents kicked her out, without knowingthat she wasn't leaving alone, she was pregnant. A few years later, Noura found her father, a wealthy London businessman who had been looking for him for years. Her son has grown up, he is three years old, and the ungrateful man looks exactly like his father. Even if she wanted to forget him, it was impossible, because her son's face constantly reminds her of her father. Now Noura is rich and powerful, but she has never forgotten the humiliation she was subjected to, she decides to take revenge, to return the favor, but how? Follow me to discover this fascinating dilemma I love him or hate him? When Daniel sees Noura after all theseyears, he cannot resist her charm, except that she is no longer this naive girl./0/80877/coverorgin.jpg?v=1802835fb84dda4e44f36aebd8572932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
If He Dies, He Dies
I poured my life, my health, into Vicky Sterling's startup. Now she's a celebrated CEO, and I’m just a recovering patient, battling Crohn’s. Her "conceptual artist" lover, Julian, fills our home with his presence. One evening, Julian, knowing my strict diet, offered me a rich, forbidden pasta. Under his watchful smirk, I took a bite. Within the hour, internal fire consumed me. I crawled to Vicky, begging for the hospital, but she dismissed my agony. She called me "dramatic," prioritized Julian's fake illness, and brutally kicked my surgical scars. Her assistant Brenda then locked me in my room, where Julian's venomous brown recluse bit me. When paramedics arrived, Vicky blocked the ambulance, chillingly stating, "If he dies, he dies!" How could the woman I loved, the one I sacrificed everything for, actively ensure my agonizing death? Was I just a burden to be eliminated, a mere inconvenience? As darkness encroached, I used my last ounce of strength, not to call 911 again, but the one man who could truly help: Uncle Frank. My story wasn't ending; it was just beginning./0/83693/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c82a482d64f98c887cb44804da95483&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/98711/coverorgin.jpg?v=107e46dfcab74581d4eef766662dab57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes, A New Love Reborn
My husband, the city's most formidable lawyer, destroyed my family to protect his ex-girlfriend. He framed my brother, leading to my parents' deaths and our company's collapse. He promised to free my brother if I stayed. But on the day of the final appeal, he never showed up. My brother lost his last chance at freedom. I later found out why Hamilton was absent. He was at a picnic, celebrating his ex-girlfriend's dog's birthday. My brother's life, my entire world, was worth less than a puppy. The love I had for him shattered into dust. So I underwent an experimental therapy to erase him from my mind. When he finally tracked me down in Paris, begging me to come back, I looked at the man who had been my world and asked, "I'm sorry, have we met?"/0/82598/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2270b21d049d8317a4c6d1bd73351e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Dead Bedroom
My third wedding anniversary. Three years of a dead bedroom, feeling like the king-sized bed was an ocean between us. I tried, again. "Tori, honey?" Her eyes, usually cool blue, turned to ice. "What do you want, Ethan? If you're that desperate, there are apps for that." Her words cut deep. Pathetic. Desperate. That night, I found her moaning another man's name – my "brother" Blake Hudson. Then, on her unlocked phone, I saw the truth: a group chat where she gloated about using me for a major real estate deal, planning to dump me for Blake after securing the "Hudson-Sterling alliance." My world shattered. But their betrayal had only just begun. The next day, I was dragged to a fertility clinic. "We need to ensure the bloodlines continue, efficiently," Tori sneered, her voice dripping with disgust at the thought of truly mixing her DNA with mine. They forced me into a chair, injected me with a sedative, treating me like a breeding animal. When I woke, they showed me five viable embryos, created against my will. Five lives, forged in deceit. How could someone I loved, someone I thought was my wife, do this? Why was I the pawn in their sick game? The humiliation burned, the questions screamed in my head. But they had underestimated me. The moment I gained consciousness, I smashed those vials, ending their twisted plan. Then, I picked up the phone. I wasn't just Ethan Carter, the "charity case." I was Ethan Carter Hayes, and they were about to learn what it meant to cross someone connected to Northern Holdings. This wasn't just about divorce; it was about tearing down their empire brick by brick./0/84006/coverorgin.jpg?v=771c37bc0a1719f2f131d6d51e9c8779&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Took My Money, Not My Soul
After three years working my ass off on an oil rig in the North Sea, all I wanted was a cold beer and my wife, Gabrielle. Instead, I came home early to an empty, neglected house and found her playing house with her high school sweetheart, Wesley Clark, by the duck pond. She slapped me, right there in the park, and screamed that I had abandoned her, accusing me of cheating while I was thousands of miles away paying for her family's every need. How could she twist the truth so profoundly, to cast me as the villain when she was the one having an affair and squandering my money? But as I walked away from the wreckage of my marriage, a cold realization solidified into a dangerous plan: if she and her new lover thought they could get rich by destroying me, they were about to learn a very painful lesson about loyalty and consequences./0/86509/coverorgin.jpg?v=de1309dfffe03542c34870124e05ff37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blinded By Love, Betrayed By Him
I was an architect, designing futures, and I finally had my own: a baby with my fiancé, Ethan Riley. Then, a brutal attack left me in darkness. Ethan told me it was a mugging, that they saved me but couldn't save my eyes. I believed him, clinging to him in my new black world. But then, one night, I overheard his cold confession: he had orchestrated it all. My blinding, the termination of my pregnancy, even the removal of my uterus, were all to secure Isabella' s future-a woman from his past he felt indebted to, who turned out to be his secret wife and mother of his child, Mia. My fiancé, the man I loved, was a monster who had meticulously planned to destroy me and replace me with his secret family. He moved his mistress and their child into our home, telling me they were a struggling friend and her daughter, expecting me to be grateful for Isabella's "care." Even his parents joined in, treating me as a discarded, blind burden. The pain, the betrayal, was unimaginable. My entire life had been a horrific stage for his twisted play. Why would he do this? How could someone I loved so deeply inflict such monstrous cruelty? But in that deepest dark, something new ignited within me. He thought he had broken me, that the darkness would be my prison. He was wrong. It would be my shield. I would play the part of the blind victim, gather my evidence, and make him pay. This wasn' t the end of my story; it was the start of a war he would never see coming./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./0/83224/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202313&imageMogr2/format/webp)
