Modern Books for Women
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The Unwanted Heiress And Her Dangerous Alpha
Isabel Jensen was the Cooper family's ultimate scapegoat. When her fake sister, Jessye, viciously pushed a classmate down a flight of marble stairs, the family didn't hesitate to protect the real monster. Her parents and her elite lawyer brother, Kadin, forced Isabel to sign a false confession to save the family's reputation. Kadin even used his legal expertise to ensure she received the maximum federal prison sentence with no parole. For two years, Isabel suffered in a cell while Jessye played the perfect, innocent victim. On the day of her release, Kadin showed up not to welcome her, but to throw a credit card onto the dirty asphalt. "You are nothing without the Cooper name. Out here, you're less than the junkies shooting up in the slums." He threatened to cut off her accounts, fully expecting her to drop to her knees and beg for his forgiveness. Her other brothers mocked her in their private group chats, betting she would starve on the streets within a week. The original Isabel had loved them desperately, constantly pleading for their affection, only to be ruthlessly discarded and framed. Why were they so blindly cruel to the one person who truly cared for them? But they didn't know the weak, easily manipulated girl had already died in that prison. The soul that took over her body was a transmigrated medical genius known on the dark web as The Surgeon. Isabel casually left his credit card in the dirt, stepped into a waiting Maybach sent by the billionaire Vanderbilt family, and prepared to crush the Cooper empire./0/18154/coverorgin.jpg?v=a95b98928aa99ecc33a81b25fda56a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback
Chloe almost died in a massive fire that reduced her childhood home to ashes. Lying on a stretcher, choking on smoke, she desperately called her billionaire husband, Julian. He sent her straight to voicemail. Sitting alone in the emergency room, she looked up at the TV and saw the breaking news. Julian was at another hospital, standing vigil for his ex-girlfriend, Ashley. Ashley was just feeling a little cold, so Julian dropped everything to drape his coat—the very coat Chloe had saved up for six months to buy him—over her shoulders. When Chloe finally dragged her burned, exhausted body back to their mansion, Julian returned only to sneer at her angry red burns. "What's this? A new performance to get me to come home?" He pinned her to the bed, reeking of Ashley's perfume, and demanded she fulfill her wifely duties. For three years, Chloe had buried her identity as a talented screenwriter to play his perfect, docile wife. Yet, her near-death experience meant nothing compared to another woman's minor discomfort. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She was nothing but a convenient shield to him. The last shred of her love turned to ash. She slapped him hard across the face, packed a single suitcase, and transferred every dime he had ever given her back to his account—adding exactly one cent for interest. Then, she dusted off her old laptop to accept a massive Hollywood movie deal, and sent a courier to publicly serve Julian divorce papers right in the middle of his elite Manhattan club./0/87925/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a06bbc4611dac70bc379094911a1499&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Bewitching Madness Of His Heart
For four years Madelyn had been with Bryson, yet he never once claimed her in public. Barely a month after meeting that other girl, he surged from casual dates to announcing her as his fiancée. He lavished her with gifts and praise, going on about her innocence and simplicity-subtle digs meant for Madelyn's ears alone. She merely smiled, quietly planning her escape from his world. But when the other guy woke up, Bryson came to her doorstep, falling apart entirely. He clutched Madelyn's hand, his voice raw with panic. "Think you can run back to your ex? Dream on-you're mine, now and always."/0/53196/coverorgin.jpg?v=acc51b31b5f765a4791cb997e86ee570&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Suffering His Love
How does one torture another person? For Vincent, it was to trap her in a loveless marriage and fill her days with endless humiliation and misery. He was convinced that the treacherous Kaitlin deserved it all, and never regretted his actions—until he was standing before her grave. Kaitlin was twenty years old when she fell in love with Vincent. She spent the next three years as his humble and docile wife, helping him rise to glory while enduring his ruthless spite. “Love?” he sneered at her during her final moments. “There was never any love between us.” How does one destroy another person? For Kaitlin, it was to make him realize that he had wrought tragedy upon himself. When Vincent learned the truth about what he always longed for, he had already ruined it with his own hands./0/39899/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce185f7fb8d083dc745822a25499ce12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Is More Than Words
Cassidy gave Franklyn her all. She built her whole life around him for five long years. She thought all was well until she heard the news of his engagement to someone else. In spite of the heartbreak, Cassidy chose to leave in secret. She was done loving someone who clearly didn't love her back. She started a new life somewhere else. Little did she know that the aloof and distant CEO would search for her everywhere. When their paths crossed again, she looked a hundred times more beautiful and had another man by her side. Her smile was also brighter than it was in the past. Franklyn almost sank to his knees as regret flooded his heart. He said sincerely, "I have been searching everywhere for you. I miss you a lot. Please come back to me. I promise to treat you right. I can give you anything you want. Cass, I can't live without you." Cassidy laughed out loud. She then looked at him with a disdainful smirk. "If you can't live without me, how come you are still alive? You know what? I don't want to have anything to do with you ever again. Get lost!" Franklyn's heart broke into smithereens. When he saw her glaring at him, he covered her eyes and said in a choked voice, "Please don't look at me like that, Cass. It breaks my heart. Something tells me you still love me." "How delusional!" Cassidy commented and slapped his hand away. She stared at him with complicated emotions in her eyes. Want to find out what the future holds for Cassidy and Franklyn and how they would surmount the hurdles that stood in the way of their love? Well, read this book!/1/122185/coverorgin.jpg?v=83cc721e63cc7d86391f819bca63b214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Carrying The Ruthless Tycoon's Secret Heir
For three years, Chloe Beaumont played the perfect contract companion to billionaire Julian Sinclair, enduring his coldness just to pay her sick mother's astronomical medical bills. Then, a positive pregnancy test shattered her fragile reality. When she carefully asked him about the future, Julian's eyes were merciless. He coldly stated that any "accidents" outside their contract would be immediately terminated. Before she could even hide the truth, a photo of her used pregnancy test was leaked on the company's internal chat during a high-society gala. Assuming she was using the baby to force a marriage proposal, Julian brutally severed their agreement. He kicked her out of his penthouse and his company, leaving her with absolutely nothing. Fleeing back to her shabby childhood apartment, her nightmare only deepened. Her abusive stepfather learned of the pregnancy and tried to extort her. After Julian's security team ruthlessly chased the man away just to protect the corporate image, the desperate stepfather retaliated in the worst way possible. He sent Chloe a horrific video of a bribed nurse unplugging her mother's life-saving oxygen tube. "Twenty-four hours. One million dollars. Or her next breath is up to you." Her doctor had just warned her that an abortion would leave her permanently infertile. She was carrying her only chance at a family, while her mother was suffocating on camera. Why did three years of absolute obedience and sacrifice only lead her to this suffocating dead end? Staring at the glittering city skyline, Chloe gently placed a hand on her flat stomach. She had to get that million dollars, even if it meant making a deal with the devil./1/117492/coverorgin.jpg?v=5de6e0d13c75f7021f0e0d4377e55f87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Heiress And Her Billionaire Patient
After two years of being missing, Scarlett Sinclair returned to her wealthy family's estate in a beat-up cab. But instead of a tearful reunion, her biological mother stood in the foyer, glaring at her with cold fury. "I thought you'd died in some ditch." Her mother sneered, turning to lovingly hold the hand of the adopted daughter, Ashley. During dinner, her mother relentlessly mocked Scarlett's manners and disastrous past grades. Ashley played the sweet sister while secretly waiting for Scarlett to humiliate herself. They all thought Scarlett was a worthless disappointment who had come crawling back because she had nothing. They had absolutely no idea who she really was. How could they know that in those missing years, Scarlett had become the legendary "Miss M" and "The Surgeon"? While her family fought over petty allowances, she was controlling a life-saving serum coveted by Wall Street titans and treating dying billionaires. The disconnect was so vast it was comical. Why would she care about the approval of a family that treated her like garbage? So, when her perfect-score acceptance letter to the country's most elite academy arrived and shattered their illusions, Scarlett didn't stay. "I'm moving out." Ignoring her mother's hysterical threats to cut her off financially, Scarlett packed her single bag and walked out to her own luxury penthouse. The ties were severed, and her real life was just beginning./1/111391/coverorgin.jpg?v=b918cf6eb8483c61b2ac2e6685182c9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero
On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force./1/103100/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6bc15252b80407a69c5f580bd17f0fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love I Don't Deserve
My name is Vivian Nelson, and I am raising my son on my own. Life has knocked me down more times than I can count, yet I still cling to hope because my child is everything to me, even while his illness threatens to take him away. The surgery costs more money than I could ever hope to save, but walking away was never an option. When my world felt like it was closing in, I forced myself to ask my boss, Carlos Rogers, for help. I never expected his answer. He was willing to support me, but his help came with a condition I never imagined. Left with nowhere else to turn, I agreed to Carlos's proposal. I had no idea how I would look my son in the eye later on, but life has never been kind or easy to me, and I have learned that survival often demands painful choices. Luck finally showed me some mercy when the surgery succeeded, and my precious boy slowly began to heal. Carlos carries himself with confidence and authority, while I have always believed I am not worthy of love. Because of that, I assumed our connection would stay strictly professional. He, however, does not see things the same way, and little by little, he finds his way past my defenses and into my heart./1/103413/coverorgin.jpg?v=2abe4a2a946a4f844fd4f2597b1b6c55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeful Heart: Dangerously In Love With The Dark Prince
Five years ago, my fiancé and stepsister murdered my parents and stole our fortune, leaving me-eight months pregnant-to die. Now I'd returned under a new identity, hiding my beauty and marrying into the richest family. People whispered that I'd soon be cast out, but when I shed my disguise, layer after layer of my true self stunned everyone. My ex-fiancé's family crumbled, and he begged on his knees for mercy. My husband, powerful in both business and the underworld, pulled me close and declared to my ex, "Do you really think my wife needs your love?" Headlines revealed: I was his true love all along. My stepsister's face contorted with fury as she shrieked, "What are you so smug about? You're just a stand-in! Once his true love comes back, you'll be the town's laughingstock, just like I am!"/0/75098/coverorgin.jpg?v=035c2d5dd65c1ab7ce40a6ebbaf27f33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned But Unbroken: No More Begging For A Place
A tragic accident left Clara orphaned. Taken in by the Curtis family, she grew up pampered by Declan, their powerful head, mistaking his indulgence for love. That illusion shattered two years ago at her lavish birthday, when a drunken kiss earned her a slap and harsh words. "Who do you think you are?" Only then did Clara realize she was nothing more than a treasured pet, not a beloved woman. When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Declan flaunted his affair and forced her to date. The day she left for good, he finally snapped, "You want to leave? I don't agree!"/1/117336/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c6ff254903b383f98366cf47084fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety Days Left: The Dying Wife's Revenge
The doctor gave Tessa exactly ninety days to live before her failing organs completely shut down. Stepping out of the clinic, her phone buzzed with a photo from her husband's mistress showing his custom watch on tangled hotel sheets. "Last night was exhausting. He really does not like going home to you, does he?" For three years, Tessa had been treated like a ghost while Lucian showered Vanessa with endless devotion. The cruelty peaked when Vanessa brazenly stole Tessa's masterpiece painting. When Tessa tried to stop the theft, Lucian ordered his bodyguards to pin his sick wife against the wall. "Are you trying to extort more money by staging an assault?" He threw a five-million-dollar check at her face and escorted his mistress away, leaving Tessa collapsing on the floor in physical agony. Why should Vanessa have everything—the love, the health, the future—while Tessa was left to die in pain and utter humiliation? She refused to fade away quietly. She altered their prenup to demand a three-hundred-million-dollar divorce settlement and used his limitless black card to hire the city's most expensive male escort, completely unaware the masked man she bought was her own furious husband in disguise. At the grand society gala, as Vanessa basked in the applause for the stolen artwork, Tessa stepped into the spotlight and held up a silver USB drive./0/35676/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a1d88479e36be06bc38c21689610233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love and Letters (Ari and Sebastian's Story)
In school, she is the brightest, most cheerful girl you'll ever meet. The one who was lucky enough to be one of the boys. But Ari has held secrets her entire life; the darkness of her home life, and the fact that she has been in love with her best friend David for years. Those were hidden within her heart, locked even from her closest friends...until she lost a diary. One by one, her treasured secrets started spilling out, and her other best friend Sebastian, the one who was being forced to marry her, seems to be in on it./1/122186/coverorgin.jpg?v=158a1dd8ce404de9da1ed921c9732a66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO
Six years ago, my mother's life support was about to be cut off over a $50,000 medical bill. Desperate, I agreed to sell myself to a wealthy client in Penthouse C. But in my blind panic, I swiped my key card into Penthouse B. Before I could explain, a terrifying stranger dragged me into the pitch-black room and ruthlessly claimed me. When dawn broke, I realized my catastrophic mistake. Worse, when my mother's nurse called, the stranger mistook it for a pimp and violently smashed my only phone to pieces against the wall. I fled the hotel in tears, only to discover the real client next door had already left. Because of that one wrong door, the money never came in time, and my mother passed away two days later. I was left with a shattered life and, nine months later, a pair of fatherless twins. For six years, I struggled in the dirt to raise my children alone. I thought I had finally escaped that nightmare. "We prefer to hire employees without family baggage," the interviewer sneered, rejecting me for a junior designer role. I didn't understand. If I was humiliated and rejected so harshly, why did the corporate HR department suddenly override the decision and send me a direct offer an hour later? It wasn't until I walked into the CEO's office that my blood ran cold. The ruthless billionaire sitting behind the desk, holding my six-year-old revenge note, was the monster from that dark room./0/98408/coverorgin.jpg?v=00b875101e555ca7dda7a77fa5751edc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Lover: Be Mine Or Be Lost Forever
Dangling off a balcony ledge, Juliana heard Braydon murmur, "Be mine, and I'll save you." Only later did Juliana learn they had already shared one reckless night-a setup by her two-faced boyfriend chasing promotion. Sweet and compliant, she fit the mold of a perfect lover. He ruled the underworld, sharp and merciless, and she, an orphan, made easy prey. He taught her to kill and conquer, and she yielded to his every demand. When a damning tape surfaced and prison loomed, he sneered, "Know your place." By the time she let go, he broke down, begging, "Please... just one more chance."/1/103414/coverorgin.jpg?v=aebec728d2bce1d8e74c2086050b225f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Curvy Ex-Wife's Revenge: The Divorce He Gave, The Regret He Earned
Nicole had entered marriage with Walter, a man who never returned her feelings, bound to him through an arrangement made by their families rather than by choice. Even so, she had held onto the quiet belief that time might soften his heart and that one day he would learn to love her. However, that day never came. Instead, he treated her with constant contempt, tearing her down with cruel words and dismissing her as fat and manipulative whenever it suited him. After two years of a cold and distant marriage, Walter demanded a divorce, delivering his decision in the most degrading manner he could manage. Stripped of her dignity and exhausted by the humiliation, Nicole agreed to her friend Brenda's plan to make him see what he had lost. The idea was simple but daring. She would use another man to prove that the woman Walter had mocked and insulted could still be desired by someone else. All they had to do was hire a gigolo. Patrick had endured one romantic disappointment after another. Every woman he had been involved with had been drawn not to him, but to his wealth. As one of the heirs to a powerful and influential family, he had long accepted that this pattern was almost unavoidable. What Patrick wanted was far more difficult to find. He longed to fall in love with a woman who cared for him as a person, not for the name he carried or the fortune attached to it. One night, while he was at a bar, an attractive stranger approached him. Because of his appearance and composed demeanor, she mistook him for a gigolo. She made an unconventional proposal, one that immediately caught his interest and proved impossible for him to refuse./1/106230/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8e8f32d2cc54557c255eafbd361ce4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Medicine: His Silent Obsession
My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon. The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup. I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head. The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage. I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times. Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down./0/18156/coverorgin.jpg?v=a420e2507169778b97b8d8ba1c6b831d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Where We Belong
How does it feel to be accepted by your mate despite being an Omega? Accepted and yet he needs to marry someone else while you are secretly pregnant? Pregnant when you're a boy? Would you tell your mate despite having the consequences of your child being taken away? Or fool another Alpha and let him believe that child was his?/0/97626/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2d3aaba525ccf8269907e11029d8beb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
