Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over. Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned. Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract. Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth. In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?/1/110995/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed50ed326ca423cbe15618830b63c37b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From The Background Wife To His Unreachable Memory
For ten quiet years, Verena carried feelings for Brayden that she never revealed, while everyone knew his heart belonged to another woman. Three years ago, a financial crisis forced her into an arranged marriage with him to save her family's business. During those years, his cold distance slowly wore down her devotion until nothing remained. When news came that the woman he truly loved had returned, Verena chose to end the marriage. She walked away and cut him out of her life. Only then did regret consume him. "Verena, come back to me." Unfortunately, it was too late./1/116511/coverorgin.jpg?v=a93ece7a62a3942010031040ae9500d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Zero Alimony: The CEO's Runaway Wife
I was hemorrhaging severely on the operating table, risking my life to deliver the billionaire Carlisle heir. Through the unsealed door, I heard my husband Axel's cold, mechanical voice giving a ruthless order to the panicked doctors. "Prioritize the heir. Above all else." The ice spread through my veins as he reduced my entire existence to a mere vessel. After I barely survived the emergency delivery, his mother marched into my room, telling me I should be on my knees thanking God they kept me alive long enough to fulfill my only purpose. His sister barged in just to scream at me, calling me a manipulative gold-digger. And Axel? He didn't ask about my pain. He simply stared at me like a CEO evaluating a damaged asset, eventually kidnapping me from the hospital and threatening to use his Wall Street power to ensure I would never see my newborn son again. I had secretly loved this man for years, swallowing my pride and enduring his toxic family's abuse, only to realize that in my most vulnerable moment, my life meant absolutely nothing to him. Why did I ever think I could melt his icy heart? My heart simply stopped breaking and turned to solid stone. I bypassed his billions, called a top-tier litigator, and handed Axel a zero-alimony divorce agreement, waiving every single cent of his fortune just to make a clean break./1/123325/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc1aa5781decda02f0766398a5bc0462&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed In The ICU: The Wife's Awakening
When her five-year-old son, Leo, choked on a glass marble and turned blue, Chloe rushed him to the emergency room, fighting for his life. But her husband, wealthy heir Kurtis, ignored her frantic calls. While she waited outside the operating room in terror, she saw a live stream on Instagram. Kurtis was hosting a lavish birthday party for his mistress. What broke Chloe completely was seeing their nine-year-old daughter, Mia, clinging to the mistress and happily shouting. "Happy birthday, Mommy!" Later, when Kurtis finally arrived at the hospital, Mia confessed she had intentionally fed her little brother the marble to make him stop crying. Instead of being horrified by her viciousness, Kurtis gently patted his daughter's head. "It's okay, don't be scared. Just don't be so naughty next time." He then demanded Chloe get a VIP hospital room for his mistress's minor cold, completely ignoring his son lying in the ICU. Chloe stared at the man she had sacrificed her career for, feeling a soul-crushing chill. How could a father be so cold-blooded to his dying son, and how could the family she built be so rotten to the core? Her grief vanished, replaced by a resolve as sharp as ice. She calmly slipped an irrevocable waiver of marital assets into the mistress's hospital admission papers for Kurtis to blindly sign. Then, she recorded a video exposing his affair to the entire Jenkins family group chat. "I am filing for divorce, and I am taking my son." This time, she was going to make them pay./1/110996/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a8132f61f03a52680cc1a63d52a2077&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Into His Arms: One Night With The Obsessive Devil
After rebirth, Kaylee woke drugged and stumbled into the room of the most dangerous man in the city. One reckless night tied their fates together, and though she recognized him as her childhood friend, she chose to pretend otherwise, determined to use his power for revenge. Yet while she thought she was pulling the strings, he had already been protecting her from the shadows. When her adopted sister tried to burn her alive, he arrived in time, his fury terrifying. "Anyone who dares touch her will pay with their life." He had always known-she was the girl he never forgot./0/19826/coverorgin.jpg?v=81a56ae1825a9f72cbaaea877f8ac467&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bespectacled
"I turned and I saw the teacher's face. She looked like one whose eyes could melt yours if you looked into hers. " Who are you?" " My name is..." Blade! I turned to the crowd ready to laugh, and the sun shining in through the window was like a spotlight. " Blade Ori..." I hadn't finished but too late, the word took off from my mouth and sunk into their ears and they all exploded into the most devastating laughter. Shame. I wore shame... "/1/119432/coverorgin.jpg?v=92183443d951d95282b8287c094cc359&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Pregnancy, Three Secrets: He Begs for Remarriage
I signed the divorce papers to end my two-year loveless marriage to billionaire Julian Sinclair. Hours later, I found out I was pregnant-with triplets. Then my family's company was raided. Our assets were frozen. And I was violently kidnapped off the streets of Manhattan. For six months, I was locked in a damp underground clinic, chained to a cold metal bed. When labor came, there were no painkillers. No help. Just agony. I delivered three babies. But before I could even hold my sons, Julian's mistress, Kaila Walker, walked in with a smile. She reached past the doctor and took my strongest boy-my firstborn-right out of his hands. "He's my ticket to the Sinclair fortune," she said. "You were just the incubator." Then she locked the door and left me to bleed out in the dark with my two remaining children. I didn't understand the cruelty. Why destroy my family? Why steal my son? Why bury me alive just so she could take my place beside a man who had already thrown me away like garbage? But as I looked at my two fragile, sleeping babies in the dim light, my tears dried up. The despair turned to something colder. Sharper. A predator's rage. Five years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York-no longer the discarded wife. I reclaimed my family's pharmaceutical empire as CEO. I built an army in silence. And when I saw Julian and Kaila smiling on the financial news, I calmly turned off the screen. It was time to get my son back. And burn their perfect world to the ground./0/45458/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Love With My Ex-Wife
In order to get her mother's medical fees, she sold herself and was pregnant with a stranger’s child. Moreover, she was forced to marry to marry a man whom her father set up for her. On the day of her marriage she found that her new husband was with another woman. She originally thought that she would not be affected by anything but as the time passed by she developed feelings for her husband. But just she was about to give birth, her husband threw divorce papers on her face: “I don’t want to be with a woman like you! Get the hell out of her life.” She took both her broken heart and marriage and despaired without any trace. Years later, she again came with a completely changed version. However, when she thought that she would never interact with that man again, the man went to the head over the heels to get her back. When she asked him why he was doing this, the man said with a smirk, "As my children's mother, shouldn't you stay with your husband?"/1/115539/coverorgin.jpg?v=38b5cb84b6a4f3da96d8694f88c62fd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruined Heiress Returns With His Heirs
Angelena was the proud heiress of the wealthy Beasley family, until a single drink shattered her life. Drugged by her jealous cousin and best friend, she stumbled into the wrong hotel suite and lost her innocence to a terrifying, authoritative stranger. The next morning, reporters burst through the door, their camera flashes blinding her. "Look at this mess! You were so desperate for money you'd sleep with some old man?" Her cousin orchestrated the entire scandal to steal her inheritance. Her grandmother publicly disowned her, stripped her of her trust fund, and banished her from New York in absolute disgrace. Seven months later, bleeding out in a freezing off-the-grid cabin, Angelena gave birth to quadruplets. But as she slipped into unconsciousness, a corrupt black-market midwife stole her two newborn sons and sold them into the blizzard, leaving Angelena with only her twin daughters. She clutched the single platinum cufflink the stranger had left behind, her heart shattered. She couldn't understand why her own blood relatives would destroy her so viciously, or who the monster was that took her innocence. But the agonizing betrayal ignited a white-hot, burning vow for revenge. Five years later, she returned to the city not as a broken outcast, but as a legendary underground doctor and a ruthless biotech CEO. And the very first billionaire she clashed with was Fabian Richmond, a paranoid tyrant who unknowingly possessed her stolen sons—and the exact same platinum crest./1/126246/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4faf699e7644e339739060dc170cbd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Comeback of the Adored Ex‑Wife
I miscarried in a car accident caused by his lover. While I teetered between life and death in the operating room, he chose to protect her and walked out of the hospital without a second glance at me. In that moment, I finally woke up from my foolish infatuation. Tonight, I draw a full stop to my love for him. I will resign from my job, end this marriage, and climb back to the peak of my career. Yet Julian Carlisle never cared. He dismissed everything as nothing but a petty trick to get his attention. I'm still carrying his child. Where could I possibly run off to? But he never knew that his docile, obedient wife was actually Aro, a genius aerospace scientist. I was determined to dismantle his towering empire piece by piece. Until one day, my wedding invitation was delivered to him, and the official medical record of my miscarriage was sent straight to his company. The man who had always been arrogant and untouchable forced the wedding ring off my finger, refusing to let me leave. "We start over now." I simply looked at him quietly and asked, "How can we ever start over?" "When I was pregnant with your child and got into that fatal car crash, you saved only her, and let our baby die inside me." "You took photos of my late mother's relics and sent them to her as a gift." "You held her up high and paved every path for her. The whole world knows you love her." "Tell me how I'm supposed to erase all of this. How I'm supposed to let it go. How could we possibly start over again?"/1/122678/coverorgin.jpg?v=41d0cb25ff29e5a338ca6607511f54c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HE NEVER LEFT.
Maya Lawson is used to things not working out. No matter how hard she tries, every relationship ends the same way, confusing, sudden and impossible to explain. But she's never really alone. Adrian Cole has always been there. He was stable and patient and he was always available to listen. Things change when she meets Daniel Reed, she doesn't expect it to last. But it does. For the first time, her relationship felt easy, safe and real. Until Daniel is found dead. And suddenly, Maya is no longer just grieving, she's the prime suspect. The evidence doesn't make sense. Her alibi is falling apart. And the more she tries to defend herself, the deeper she sinks. Adrian stays by her side through it all. Helping, guiding and protecting her. Until Maya starts to notice something she can't ignore. Every broken relationship. Every unexplained ending. Every time she thought she was just bad luck. Adrian was there. And this time, he didn't just ruin her life. He may have destroyed it completely./1/110349/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d4a88711597932f5a4017a6304b934f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We Meet Again, After All These Years
Ten years ago, her family was destroyed. Alya Rivas broke off her engagement with Archer Garcia and fled without a word.Ten years later, she returns to the capital, hoping to live quietly in the shadows-only to run straight into him, now a man of immense power and influence. He traps her in his world, his eyes dark with obsession and possession:"You ran for ten years. Now it's time you came back."Old grudges linger, old love burns bright. In this glittering, cold capital, nights will no longer let her rest./0/38322/coverorgin.jpg?v=12f6136f1706ae01f08662f40f32c31c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpected Lover
In an accidental meeting at the airport, Eric Brown has a crush on Lily Brown at first glance. Maybe this is destined. Eric is a noble while Lily is an ordinary freelancer. The disparity of status between them doesn’t separate them. On the contrary, they love each other more deeply as time goes by. When fate brings people unexpected love, there is no one who can avoid it .../1/115541/coverorgin.jpg?v=de97b05ee6a42824a94fc043726aff19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Flames: His Secret Triplets
Five years ago, Alisson Ford's adoptive family drugged her and offered her to a repulsive old investor to save their failing company. She escaped the trap, only to accidentally stumble into the bed of Jake Yates, the most terrifying and powerful billionaire in the city. Months later, while she was painfully giving birth to triplets in a freezing basement, her adoptive sister Bella tracked her down. Bella violently snatched Alisson's firstborn son to pass off as her own ticket into the Yates family. Then, Bella smiled as her men poured gasoline over the mattress and set the room on fire, leaving Alisson and her two remaining newborns to burn alive. Shielding her fragile babies with her own blistering skin in the roaring inferno, Alisson's despair turned into absolute, blood-soaked hatred. She couldn't fathom how the family she had trusted for years could steal her flesh and blood and condemn her to such a horrific death. Five years later, Alisson returns to the city as a powerful trauma specialist. She steps right into Jake and Bella's grand engagement banquet, watching coldly as her five-year-old daughter runs straight up to the untouchable billionaire and hugs his leg. "You are a bad daddy! You abandoned Mommy and us, and now you are going to marry an ugly old witch!"/1/117488/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6cdd3008c3a40105dbd5959d4e78dd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Walking Blood Bank
For two years, Chloe played the perfect wife to billionaire Julian Sinclair to save her family's business. But she quickly learned she was nothing more than a walking blood bank for his childhood sweetheart, Ava, forced to donate her rare blood under the threat of her family's financial ruin. Julian publicly humiliated Chloe by bringing Ava to her birthday party, letting the mistress flaunt the custom diamond necklace meant for Chloe's anniversary. When Ava deliberately smashed her own head into a table to frame her, Julian didn't hesitate to protect the other woman. "What the hell is wrong with you? I never want to see you again!" He even left a check on the nightstand after a loveless night, coldly ordering Chloe to take a morning-after pill to erase any chance of a child. Chloe couldn't understand why he never took off his wedding ring, or why he tenderly kissed her and begged her not to go when he was drunk. Why give her a fragile spark of hope, only to rush back to Ava the next morning over a faked pregnancy? Staring at his dead eyes as he ordered the butler to throw her packed bags out, the illusion finally shattered. Chloe simply nodded, picked up her suitcase, and walked out into the biting snow to reclaim her life./1/112297/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd4b2598d8e34bb6161e0790fb75aa0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reborn Heiress: Betting On Chaos
I woke up gasping for air, my fingers clawing at a neck that was smooth instead of bruised. The air smelled of lavender and expensive starch, not the metallic tang of blood and the mold of the basement where I had just died. A text flashed on my phone from Derrick, the man I thought was the love of my life: "Good morning, my angel. I can't wait to see you tonight." The heart emoji mocked me, a remnant of a girl who was once stupid, blind, and pathetically in love. In my past life, I was the perfect, submissive fiancée. I didn't realize the "vitamins" Derrick gave me were actually a cocktail of drugs designed to keep me foggy and compliant while he and my own uncle dismantled my father’s company. I stood by him as my parents died in a "car accident" that I now know was a murder he orchestrated. By the time I realized I was married to the devil, he had already stripped me of my wealth, my family, and finally, my breath. I stared at the gold-embossed calendar on the vanity: June 12, 2014. The day of our engagement party. The day I originally signed my life away to a monster who saw me as nothing more than a bank account to be drained. I felt a cold, sharp rage replace the terror. I wasn't going to be the victim this time. I wasn't going to take his pills or wear the modest, pastel dress he chose to make me look like a saint. "I need a match," I whispered to the most dangerous man in the city, Branch Brewer, as I gripped his tie in a hotel hallway. "I want to spend your money until Derrick chokes on it. I want to watch his empire crack." Reborn on the morning of the gala, I’ve traded my white lace for black silk. The guest list is set, the press is waiting, and Derrick thinks he’s about to win it all. He has no idea that the "fragile" girl he murdered is back to burn his world to the ground./1/115218/coverorgin.jpg?v=6452e0440505ab4d76d4171a8605a4ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress
On our third wedding anniversary, I waited in our empty penthouse until twenty minutes past midnight. When the private elevator finally opened, my husband stepped out, followed closely by a younger woman who was practically swallowed by his oversized suit jacket. He coldly announced she was staying the night because her apartment lock was broken. When I calmly pointed out her building had armed security, she immediately dropped to the floor, faking a hysterical panic attack. "Don't touch me! Please, keep her away!" she shrieked. Without a second of hesitation, my husband violently shoved me to protect her. My spine crashed hard into the sharp edge of the marble kitchen island. A blinding, white-hot pain knocked the breath completely out of my lungs. "You are vicious! You have absolutely zero sympathy!" he roared, his eyes full of disgust. But as I gasped for air, I saw the crying woman peek out from behind his broad shoulders. Her lips slowly curled up into a triumphant, mocking smirk. The agonizing pain in my back suddenly faded into absolute, freezing numbness. For three years, I had hidden my true identity to play the gentle, loving wife, only to realize my marriage was a pathetic joke. I pulled off my heavy diamond wedding ring and threw it directly at his feet. "I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing rain, where a massive black Maybach was already waiting. It was time to stop playing house and return to my throne as the billionaire heir of the Stephenson family./1/125276/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8aa22359124d178fbaa81f2256f68a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge
For seven years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress to the Carlisle fortune, running a small bakery in Brooklyn to secretly fund my boyfriend's hockey career. Just as he became a star player, I checked our joint account to plan a celebration, only to find the balance sitting at exactly $1.37. He had secretly wired millions of my money to his mistress and their three-year-old son. When I confronted him with the evidence, he didn't even try to apologize. "Scarlett is my savior. Let's just part on good terms. Name your price, how much do you want?" He scoffed at my silence, mocking me as a broke baker, and ruthlessly kicked me out of the luxury penthouse—completely unaware that I was the one who had paid for it. I had dropped out of an Ivy League school and sold my grandmother's jewelry to support him through his lowest points, only to realize I was just a walking ATM and the unwitting backdrop for his real family. Looking at his condescending face, my shattered heart finally turned to dust. I didn't scream, cry, or beg like he expected. I simply packed my suitcase, walked out into the cold night, and dialed a number I knew by heart. "Mom, I'll agree to the marriage with the Montgomery family." It was time to marry his biggest rival and show him exactly who he had crossed./1/113921/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8934c9ca172c1d2ccc2caf8d37bb4c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Runaway Cinderella Returns
At the project kickoff party, Isabelle casually mocked the new capital representative, calling him a suit with a trust fund. A low, magnetic voice spoke from the shadows right behind her. It was Bennett Lloyd, the man holding the purse strings for the entire project. But as Isabelle turned around, her blood ran cold. He wasn't just her new boss. He was the stranger she had a desperate one-night stand with five years ago. The man she had fled from before dawn, leaving only a fake name. In her panic to escape him, Isabelle tripped on the marble stairs and left behind a single, custom-made diamond heel. Bennett found it, but instead of exposing her, he began a terrifying game of cat and mouse. He forced her to be his exclusive on-site consultant, vetoed her vacation time, and isolated her from her team. He trapped her in his office, his touches lingering just enough to remind her of that night, slowly suffocating her professional life as payback. Pushed to the brink of a breakdown by his relentless torment, Isabelle sat in a hotel bar, drowning her panic in vodka. She pulled out her phone, intending to send a voice memo to her best friend to confess the suffocating guilt she had hidden for years. "I can't do this anymore. I'm a sinner. I killed her... I killed my mother." She hit send, only to realize her screen didn't show her friend's name. The confession had gone straight to Bennett Lloyd./1/112624/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc7d04d5ae77d33540fc5e0618d8cdef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
