Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town. They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done." Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me." As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world. When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?"/1/116324/coverorgin.jpg?v=e476f68e3ee54a6ef2316ce5529c716a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected By My Ex, Desired By His Father
After six years together, Joslyn was abandoned before her wedding when her boyfriend chose his first love over her. Then came an unexpected proposal-from Connor, her ex-boyfriend's adoptive father. "Marry me. You'll get everything you want-and you can get back at him." The deal came with its perks: a lavish monthly allowance, abundant resources at her fingertips, a husband who was practically never home, and the sheer pleasure of rubbing her new status in her ex-boyfriend's face. But the distant husband she expected turned possessive instead. While her ex begged publicly for another chance, Connor pulled her into his arms. "Say that again, and you'll be out of the family forever." Only later did Joslyn discover the truth-Connor had spent six years planning to make her his. Believing it was only a beneficial deal, Joslyn agreed. Constant traveling? A complete lie. And the promise that they'd each live their own lives? Another carefully spun deception. On their wedding night, he had her pinned beneath him, his kisses stealing her breath. And night after night, he kept coming home-utterly fixated on her./1/113343/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed25261f7a2d99e11acd800d6c850bbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back./1/113362/coverorgin.jpg?v=5efb20621f255e262e29bdba5df38f3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse. Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée. She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm. "Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital." As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit. "I'm done with you." The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies./1/116729/coverorgin.jpg?v=42f9f39690a22809df88aa08d304e9ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Abandoned Wife, Now Untouchable
For four years, I played the part of the perfect, pathetic wife to my billionaire husband, Damian Nunez. Bleeding from a gunshot wound I took to secure a multi-billion-dollar deal for his company, I dragged myself to our penthouse, ready to finally end the charade./1/114901/coverorgin.jpg?v=20006cfc4521987e716c05971553339f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Let Me Go, A Zillionaire Took My Hand
During the car accident, Katherine's fiancé shoved her toward danger just to save the servant's daughter. Waking up in the ICU shattered every illusion she had left. She called off the engagement, cut ties with her family, and stopped sacrificing herself for people who never valued her. Her brothers mocked her decision, certain she would return begging within days. Instead, their worlds collapsed one after another. Her eldest brother was baffled. "Why is the company's cash flow a complete mess?" Because Katherine had pulled her investment. Her second brother was livid. "Why is mymasterpiece being called plagiarism?" Because Katherine wasn't letting him steal her work anymore. Her youngest brother was panicked. "Why is the whole racing community shutting me out?" Because Katherine had walked away from the team. By the time they realized everything she had done behind the scenes, it was too late. Standing beside her powerful new fiancé, Katherine smiled coldly. "Your chance to fix this expired long ago."/1/116591/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4d7816fdc6be84bc120aedc3892ebd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone. Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat. "Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison." "You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are." When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice. Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters. They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff. To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance. Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie. The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage. Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family. But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil./1/118195/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2f88fb7fa5b66441b79a31b89066519&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence. When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside. Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer. Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius. Late one night, he called, begging for another chance. Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?" Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer."/1/122717/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa364fd1b360d2303c3eb895ee249ceb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ring On My Finger, Crown On My Head
Khloe spent three years loving the wrong man before finally walking away for good. Thinking her family was on the verge of bankruptcy, she rushed into a marriage of convenience. Only after the wedding did she discover her husband was the legendary Caiden Barton, an untouchable powerhouse feared by everyone. Rumored to be cold and uninterested in women, he refused to let her end their marriage, holding her close as he pleaded, "Darling, please... don't leave me." As her regretful ex came crawling back, Caiden pulled Khloe into his arms, his voice low and possessive. "Get lost. She's my wife-way out of your league."/1/123009/coverorgin.jpg?v=27c41ad5142d2142b6a41a00b61eabbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Meek Ex-Wife Is Now an Untouchable Tycoon
After three years of a freezing marriage, Alivia finally signed the divorce papers handed to her by Adler Rivera. But just as she celebrated her freedom, a message from her private investigator shattered her world: the near-fatal attack she survived three years ago was orchestrated by her adoptive parents and Adler. Before she could investigate, Adler forced her to attend her adoptive sister Kendal's birthday party. They publicly humiliated her with an ill-fitting dress, and then Kendal hired two thugs and locked Alivia in a dim hotel suite with them. "Lure her inside and ruin her reputation. The cash is yours." Kendal's recorded voice laid out the plan to lead a mob of high-society guests upstairs to "catch" Alivia in a scandalous act, destroying her completely. For twenty-four years, Alivia had endured the Houstons' neglect and exploitation. She couldn't understand why the family that raised her and the man she married would conspire to violently end her life. What exactly were they trying to hide? But they didn't know she was no longer their helpless puppet. It was time to show them who the real predator was./1/120602/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d4588d74337e284e99845884521492d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival
Averie Stein was three months away from a billionaire wedding that would merge two of Manhattan's most powerful families. Then, an anonymous photo showed her fiancé, Preston, intimately holding hands with a rising starlet at a private club. Averie marched right into his VIP booth, poured a glass of whiskey over his perfectly styled hair, and dropped her five-carat engagement ring on the table. But the fallout was suffocating. Preston's mother immediately threatened her, demanding she swallow the insult to protect their stock prices. Her own family, the Steins, completely ignored her humiliation, preparing to force her back into the cheating bastard's arms just to save the corporate alliance. Averie felt a chilling despair. She had played the perfect, obedient heiress her entire life, only to be treated like a disposable pawn by everyone she trusted. How could she possibly escape this gilded cage when both billionaire dynasties were hunting her down, determined to control her fate? Just as she walked out into the cold night, a sleek Maybach pulled up to the curb. Inside sat Fielding Everett—Preston's absolute worst rival and most ruthless competitor. He handed her a tablet with a marriage contract, offering absolute protection, a hundred million dollars a year, and the ultimate revenge. "Averie Stein, marry me." Realizing this was the perfect weapon, she signed her name without hesitation. By nine a.m. the next morning, while Preston was still frantically tearing the city apart looking for her, she walked out of City Hall as Mrs. Everett./1/120259/coverorgin.jpg?v=e59a58d6c561f62a7203241c8354b1b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows, My Ex-Wife's Hidden Life Blooms
Ten years as childhood sweethearts, three as his wife - it ended with her husband's affair with her own half-sister, her brothers' cold indifference, and a stage II adenocarcinoma diagnosis. Roselyn finally saw the truth: she had been invisible in a house that was never her home. She stopped pleading. She hid the divorce agreement inside a stack of business contracts her arrogant husband signed without reading, then extorted the settlement she deserved from her mother-in-law using evidence of offshore fraud. While they assumed she was crumbling, she returned to the AI diagnostics company she had co-founded, stunning the entire engineering team by single-handedly solving a problem that had stalled them for weeks - reclaiming the brilliance she had sacrificed for a man who never valued it. When they met again, her ex-husband tore up the divorce decree, eyes bloodshot. "I was wrong. Take me back. I'd give you my own stomach if I could." Her brothers, once so dismissive, begged for forgiveness - and for her money. But love that arrives too late is worthless, and she felt nothing. As they pleaded, another man stepped forward, pulled her close, and lifted his shirt with a smirk. "Why waste your time on trash? Look at me instead."/1/109886/coverorgin.jpg?v=11866cd7ae1a2e1b2a373b6ca96c7dc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
"Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life." He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him. When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents. The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory. When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!"/1/122718/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae746809e936cdf81d1a3fdc82065e2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed by My Husband, Taken by His Billionaire Uncle
After a year of loveless marriage, Olivia had done everything to win her husband's desire, even enduring a mortifying exam because she thought her craving for men was an illness. Then his first love came back, and the truth cut deep: he had saved himself for her. Olivia demanded for a divorce, but he refused and brought her to his powerful uncle. One look made her blood run cold. He was the doctor who had examined every inch of her. "Want revenge?" he whispered, trapping her against the wall. "I'll help you." She kissed him without hesitation. Later, her ex begged, but Olivia smiled. "I'm done wasting time on an impotent man."/1/121807/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec969056133200b89306dd49183f2397&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Prison, Conquer Them All
After three years in prison for a crime she never committed, Corinna was reborn. This lifetime, she had one rule: never be used again. In her last life, her family sacrificed her for their fake daughter. This time, she left prison early and cut them off. The fake heiress showed up with her ex-fiancé to flaunt her triumph. "He is marrying me. I'm sure you don't mind, right?" She sneered and married Jayden, the city's richest man. Jayden thought their marriage was a contract-until her secrets surfaced: genius healer, brilliant artist, racing queen... When her family begged, she sent them to jail. When her ex crawled back, she laughed. "In your dreams!" Meanwhile, her husband-the very same man who'd sworn this marriage would be strictly business-suddenly started chasing after her with a fierce devotion she never saw coming. By day, he was her rock, standing firmly beside her. By night, he turned on the charm, doing everything in his power to make sure she never walked away./1/122871/coverorgin.jpg?v=848dce601e527923225109d4c7570fdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
They Mocked Me, Unaware I'm The Trillionaire's Treasure
After a single blind date, Coralie impulsively married a complete stranger. Expecting nothing more than a quiet, ordinary marriage, she was surprised to discover her new husband was endlessly attentive and refused to leave her side. Even more mysteriously, every crisis she faced seemed to disappear the moment he stepped in, though he always brushed it off as pure coincidence. Then everything changed when she watched a televised interview with the world's most influential billionaire. The powerful man on the screen had the exact same face as the husband sleeping beside her!/0/92611/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecd6c1dbaa6bd7adcd60f7e08dc5c829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession
For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."/1/117309/coverorgin.jpg?v=034a83e0339aa1d065bc0df65014849b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married the Prince While Pregnant
My husband came home overjoyed to announce that we finally had a son. But the mother of the child was his late brother's widow. He claimed it was a noble sacrifice, using his dead brother's frozen samples to carry on the family line. But I had already seen the anonymous photos of them passionately embracing on a hotel balcony. The baby wasn't a clinical procedure; it was the product of their sordid, ongoing affair. When I went to the hospital, I walked in on a picture-perfect family. My mother-in-law swept into the room and pinned the family's priceless Legacy Diamond-a jewel meant only for the rightful wife-onto the illegitimate baby's blanket. She glared at me, mocking my two years of barrenness, and ordered me to wipe the jealous look off my face. A wave of profound disgust washed over me. The entire family had conspired to make a fool out of me. The cruelest irony was the medical report hidden in my purse: my IVF had just succeeded. I was pregnant with his child. But I refused to let my baby become a pawn in their twisted dynastic war. I quietly tore the ultrasound picture into pieces and flushed it down the toilet. Returning home, I put on a mask of heartbreaking disappointment and looked at my cheating husband. "I just want a place to go, in case I'm not welcome here anymore," I whispered. Blinded by guilt, he immediately signed over a multi-million-dollar penthouse solely into my name. He thought he was buying my silence. He didn't know I was building my fortress to ruin him./1/106649/coverorgin.jpg?v=b55ff3a1bf4d7bb198689613bf191b01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards./1/114106/coverorgin.jpg?v=47b807d352f6e6ed69368be159207266&imageMogr2/format/webp)
