Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Dead Ex-Wife's Spectacular Surgeon Comeback
For five years, Adaline Sinclair loved her billionaire husband Julian Thorne with an all-consuming passion, rearranging her entire world just to please him. But on his thirtieth birthday, while she waited until midnight with a handmade cake, he was photographed intimately dining with a famous socialite. When he finally arrived home smelling of sweet perfume and whiskey, he didn't even glance at the dinner she had carefully prepared. Instead, he looked at her with his familiar, dismissive coldness. "Don't play this devoted wife game. It doesn't suit you." He cruelly mocked her family's failing business and reminded her that their marriage was nothing more than a sterile business contract. With her final ember of hope brutally extinguished, Adaline hacked the birthday cake to pieces, threw a signed divorce agreement on the table, and walked out into the night. A month later, her yacht caught fire and sank into the gray Atlantic waters, leaving behind only her warped platinum wedding ring. Julian knelt on the cold sand, roaring in pure agony as his world ended. He had spent years pushing her away and treating her like a nuisance, only to realize too late that he had completely destroyed the only woman who ever truly loved him. But he didn't know that Adaline wasn't actually dead. Five years later, she returned to New York not as a broken wife, but as Dr. Elara Vance, a world-renowned surgeon with two genius children. This time, she was only here to save her dying aunt, and she swore she would never let Julian Thorne drag her back into his hell./1/108414/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae7a9a1e216b214936cc0c947c8905af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Daughter's Secret Billionaire Identity
For ten years, I lived as the "grateful orphan" in the Barnes manor, a shadow in their glittering world who endured every silent scoff and cold dismissal. I thought I had earned my place through silence and dedication, but I was nothing more than a charity project they were finally ready to discard. At dinner, Richard slid a thick envelope across the marble table and told me my "biological parents" from a rural wasteland were coming to pick me up the next morning. It was a hundred-thousand-dollar severance package, a final payment to buy my disappearance and ensure their social circle remained untainted by my presence. The exit turned into a nightmare when Mia tried to frame me for stealing a diamond necklace during a fake goodbye hug. Susan shrieked that I was a common thief, and Richard snatched the check back, sneering that I didn’t deserve a single cent of their mercy. They mocked my tattered sweaters and my medical textbooks, laughing as they predicted I would end up begging for scraps on the street. I stood in the driveway with my single, scuffed suitcase, listening to their cruel laughter ring out from the porch. They wanted to see me crumble, to see the "charity case" break down in tears as they pushed me into the gutter, never realizing that the ten years I spent with them was merely a test of their character—one they had failed miserably. The mockery stopped the moment a battered, bullet-riddled Rolls Royce Phantom roared onto the gravel. An impeccably dressed butler stepped out and bowed deeply, his voice booming across the lawn as he addressed me by the name they had never heard. "Miss Pennington, the Board of Directors is waiting for your arrival to finalize the takeover." The color drained from the Barnes' faces as I stepped into the car, leaving behind the girl they thought they knew. I wasn't going to a farm; I was going to the boardroom of the Pennington Group to sign the papers that would strip the Barnes family of everything they owned by sunset./1/115877/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f28c519e650569543b105d04a5fde1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Lost My Genius Surgeon Wife
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family. But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him. Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust. "Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!" He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open. His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins. Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity? She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face. Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband. "I am divorcing you, Carl."/1/125935/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce942d8bf6ceb412af66996cc97c2f77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: Watch Me Shine
I spent a whole year trying to melt my billionaire husband's icy heart, carefully planning our grand wedding reception. Then a trending news alert popped up: Augustine was spotted at the airport, intimately holding his childhood sweetheart, Bianca. When I frantically called him, he declined it and sent a cold text. "Don't call." At the family estate, he didn't even acknowledge my existence. Instead, he announced that our wedding reception was canceled. "Bianca and I discussed it," he stated flatly, as if she were the real wife. His aristocratic family just sneered at me. His aunt called me a classless gold digger, and his grandmother demanded I endure the humiliation to protect their public image. They even moved Bianca into our penthouse, redecorating the suite for her while I was barred from his office. For a year, I gave up my career and dreams, desperately molding myself into the perfect Mrs. Rhodes. I thought my devotion would eventually earn his respect, but to them, I was just a pathetic, temporary replacement keeping the seat warm. When I saw he had completely blocked me on social media, erasing me with a single click, my heart finally died. I didn't cry or beg for his affection anymore. I packed my bags, walked out of that suffocating gilded cage, and sent him a simple text. "Let's get a divorce." I am done playing the tragic clown. This time, I'm taking my life back./1/107766/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee8ad23b8b456d09c0bbf3299ff95adf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Surgeon: My Ruthless Ex's Obsession
I was balancing four pitchers of watery beer when my phone buzzed with a photo of my cousin flaunting a massive pink diamond on the hand of my ex-fiancé. Jennings Bowen didn't just break our engagement; his family stripped away my medical scholarship and branded me a "reputational liability," leaving me to scrub grease in a Queens dive bar. When Jennings walked into my bar with the arrogance of old money, my alcohol-fueled rage took over, and I ended up vomiting all over his handmade Italian leather shoes. He didn't just have me arrested; he baited my younger brother, Leo, into a fight and had him charged with felony assault. "He’s nineteen, Bronwyn. We’ll bury him," Jennings whispered at the precinct, while his mother ensured no lawyer in the city would touch our case. With a fifty-thousand-dollar bail I couldn't pay and an eviction notice on my door, I was backed into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose. I couldn't understand why these people were so obsessed with crushing someone who was already down, or how they could sleep at night while destroying a teenager's life. I realized then that playing by their rules wouldn't save Leo, so I dug out the set of black ceramic scalpels I had hidden under my bed for five years. I wasn't just a waitress or a failed student; I was "The Ghost," a surgeon who operated in the shadows where the law couldn't follow. I marched to the gates of the Phelps estate, the home of the billionaire father who abandoned me, ready to trade his life for my brother's freedom. "I'm here to save you," I told the dying man as his family watched in horror. "But the price is my brother’s life, and you’re going to pay it."/1/114255/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2c93b5e24f20f35edd3ead1837fe100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Revenge, Her Secret Child
Rory stood on the witness stand, forced by her father into an impossible choice: secure her dying mother's medical funding, or save her innocent boyfriend. She looked Corbin right in his trusting eyes and lied to the court, testifying that he was the one driving the car during the fatal hit-and-run, sending him to a maximum-security prison for ten years. The betrayal destroyed him. Corbin's father died of a heart attack upon hearing the guilty verdict. Six years later, Corbin returned as a ruthless billionaire and systematically blacklisted Rory from every job in the city. He cornered her into singing at his private club, humiliating her by forcing her to drink scotch—knowing she was severely allergic—and making her throw away his promise ring just to earn a stack of cash. "Remember this moment. This is only the beginning." She endured his cruel revenge because she was hiding a desperate secret: she was raising his five-year-old daughter, Willa. But when Willa's congenital heart defect suddenly worsened, requiring an impossible one-million-dollar surgery, Rory realized Corbin's calculated blockade had left her completely trapped with no way to save their child. Staring at the sterile hospital walls, the last shred of her guilt burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He had destroyed her career and backed her into a corner, but he was the only one with the money. Wiping her tears, Rory turned and headed straight for Vance Tower./1/108415/coverorgin.jpg?v=20de5bb9175113555955e665de0106ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Fake Savior: Unmasking The Truth
I was a disgraced heiress hiding as a dishwasher in a high-end club, scrubbing lipstick off glasses until my fingers went numb. One night, I was forced to deliver a bottle of vintage whiskey to the penthouse, only to find the tech billionaire Kenan Cervantes collapsing from a lethal neural storm. I used my surgeon’s training to save his life, holding him in the dark until his fever finally broke. The next morning, the world I knew shattered. My coworker Tiffany, who hadn't even stepped foot in the room, claimed my identity as the savior. She signed a non-disclosure agreement and walked away with a $200,000 check, while I was accused of stealing the whiskey and had my entire month's wages forfeited as punishment. While Tiffany was flaunting Chanel suits and posting photos from his balcony, I was being shoved into the mud by my abusive foster father in a dark alley. I watched from the shadows as Kenan stepped into his luxury car, looking right through me with nothing but cold distaste. To him, I was just "street trash" cluttering the sidewalk, while the imposter was the "angel" who had stabilized his heart. The injustice felt like a physical weight. I had quieted the noise in his brain and kept him from the brink of death, yet I was the one facing eviction and hunger. I didn't understand how he could be a genius and still be so blind to the truth, rewarding a thief while I rotted in the basement. Everything reached a breaking point when Tiffany forced me to sneak into his penthouse to help her maintain the lie. But Kenan returned from Tokyo early, finding me on the terrace with his military-grade protection dog. The beast that had tried to bite Tiffany was now resting its head in my lap, protecting me from its own master. Kenan dropped his briefcase, his eyes locking onto mine as the fragmented memories of the storm finally clicked into place. "You," he whispered./0/54881/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a2bdb55ea492b8b39f7dda4b4a85cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress' Returns
Tyra runs away at 14 and thinks that she can escape all the responsibilities and family drama behind. But can she really? or will she have to go back and clean up every ones mess and take over the family business and figure out how to get it on the right track. Or will she keep running and deny everything./1/107442/coverorgin.jpg?v=78f1d959f2d13af63b2301df297f12bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Bride: Rising From The Shadows
I was hired to be the "cure" for the Stuart family’s reputation, a wife whose only job was to manage the emotional risks of Casper Stuart’s cold-blooded empire. My life was governed by spreadsheets and compliance reports, and my value was measured solely by my ability to remain a silent, perfect asset. On our second anniversary, Casper didn't come home for dinner; instead, a Page Six alert showed him with a Victoria's Secret model at Soho House, his hand possessively on her back. When he finally returned, he didn't offer an apology, but a clinical reminder of my "obligations." I soon discovered he had given my three-million-dollar anniversary bonus—a pink diamond necklace—to his mistress, while tossing me a cheap bracelet his assistant had picked out. When his mother offered me a two-hundred-million-dollar settlement to disappear, Casper tore the contract to shreds in front of me. He whispered that he had bought up every cent of my family’s medical and gambling debts, turning my marriage into a life sentence of indentured servitude. To prove his power, he kicked me out of his car in a rainstorm twenty miles from the city, leaving me to walk home barefoot while he drove off with my dog. "Tell her you want to stay," he had commanded in front of his mother, using my mother’s life as leverage to keep his "portfolio" intact. I stood in the mud, shivering as the rain washed away the mask of the supportive wife, realizing that to the Stuarts, I wasn't a human being—I was a line item that could be liquidated or crushed at will. But Casper forgot one thing: I am an actress, and I’ve finally landed the role of a lifetime. I’m done managing his risks; I’m about to become his greatest liability./1/121394/coverorgin.jpg?v=3446120d70795db5e64698000c8c01ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress' Revenge at My Shameful Wedding
On her wedding day, Alina's fiancé deliberately chose to hold the ceremony next to a funeral to humiliate her. Alina decisively changed the groom, marrying a dying man. One was the daughter of a servant, who had struggled to survive. The other the richest man in town who was disfigured and on deathbed. Everyone mocked their doomed marriage, expecting misery and disgrace. Instead, Alina revealed brilliance no one expected-a renowned jewelry master, financial genius, and medical prodigy, and most importantly, she was supposed to be the real heiress! The elite social circle was in an uproar! As regret consumed her family and her ex begged for another chance, Kellan stood beside her, now devastatingly handsome. "We are perfect together. Stay away from my wife."/0/45473/coverorgin.jpg?v=99249bf2e0f47a72984c507a177b59ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love Trap
Crushed by fate and burdened by desperation, eighteen-year-old Nina Stewart makes the heartbreaking decision to sell herself to a stranger in order to save her dying mother. She desperately tries to bury that painful night and move on with her life-until she discovers that she is carrying the stranger's child. As if life hasn't already been cruel enough, Nina is forced into a marriage arranged through her mother's promise. But on her wedding day, she learns that her groom, Christopher Gray, is in love with another woman and only sees her as a convenient substitute. Humiliated and heartbroken, Nina agrees to become nothing more than his nominal wife. She promises herself never to fall for him. But hearts are treacherous things. As days turn into months, the cold and distant Christopher slowly breaks down the walls around her heart, and Nina finds herself falling deeply in love with the man who was never truly hers. Just when she begins to dream of a future together, reality shatters her world. On the very day she is about to give birth, Christopher throws divorce papers at her. "I, Christopher Gray, don't want to be with a woman like you. Get the hell out of my life." With a shattered heart and an unborn child, Nina disappears without a trace. Years later, she returns-stronger, colder, and completely transformed. She has no intention of ever crossing paths with Christopher again. Unfortunately for her, Christopher Gray has other plans. The man who once cast her aside is now determined to win her back at any cost. When Nina demands to know why, Christopher pulls her into his arms with a dangerous smirk. "As the mother of my children, shouldn't you stay with your husband?" But can a love once destroyed ever be rebuilt... or are some betrayals simply unforgivable?/1/107443/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffb66d1a73dfc31ddf48080ce7028cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge
I was the "crazy girl" my family sent to a survivalist commune in Utah to rot. Four years later, I returned to Manhattan with a titanium USB drive and a heart full of ice, ready to blackmail the one man who could burn my family to the ground. But I underestimated how much they hated me. My fiancé, Preston, was already laundering money through my inheritance and sleeping with my replacement. He didn't even flinch when I showed him the evidence of his crimes. Instead, he grabbed me by the shoulders, smashed my phone, and shoved me out of his moving Lincoln into a midnight storm. I hit the wet pavement hard, my knees scraping against the asphalt as I watched him drive away, laughing about how I was a "dirt-poor exile" that nobody wanted. Within minutes, my credit cards were flagged as stolen and my father’s lawyers were drafting a statement calling me mentally unstable. I was left shivering in a puddle of oily sludge, wearing a ruined Chanel suit, with no money, no home, and no one to hear me scream. I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel. I was their flesh and blood, yet they treated me like a broken toy to be discarded in the trash. I was a "distressed asset" in a city that only valued gold. That’s when a black armored SUV pulled to the curb. King Wagner—the ruthless shark of Wall Street and Preston’s own uncle—looked at my muddy face with cold, calculating eyes. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a leash. "You belong to me now," he whispered, pulling me into the dry warmth of his car. By the next morning, he had announced our engagement to the world, turning me into the very weapon that would slit my family's throat./1/107768/coverorgin.jpg?v=d52f1e2b15363546205057814ef87af5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune
I spent three years playing the "low-maintenance" fiancée to Eliseo Fitzpatrick, a billionaire who believed he’d rescued me from a life of discount clothes and rural poverty. I kept his secrets and balanced his books, treating our engagement like a cold, professional audit. But on my twenty-sixth birthday, the balance sheet finally broke. My best friend dragged me to a surprise party that turned out to be an ambush. I walked into a VIP suite to find Eliseo dazed and disheveled, with models draped over his lap and his shirt stained with wine that looked like a fresh wound. When I tried to leave, Eliseo’s guilt turned into a weapon. He pinned me against the door and hissed that without him, I’d be nothing but a country girl in Walmart rags. The next day, his "close friend" Sloane was in our apartment wearing his shirt, laughing that it was only a matter of time before she took my place in his bed. At his grandfather’s funeral, his family didn't even hide their contempt. His mother called me a gold-digging nobody, and his brother mocked me in front of the grieving crowd. "So, you're the village girl who tricked my brother?" They thought I was a penniless pawn, a girl they could discard now that the patriarch was dead and the Fitzpatrick fortune was up for grabs. I stood in their library, listening to them argue over the spoils of a man they never loved. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. I just waited for the lawyer to open the final folder. "Arthur Fitzpatrick appointed a new executor," the lawyer announced, and the room went silent. "It’s Flavia Lancaster." I looked at my stunned fiancé and his greedy family, then pulled out my phone to freeze every single one of their bank accounts. "The audit begins now."/1/107444/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ab78443987437729b86e91a7bedc0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Am Not Your Pawn Anymore
Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed. "Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out." I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction. "Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you." He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him. I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long? GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago. My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now." A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare. "I quit."/1/108093/coverorgin.jpg?v=55de8fc428dcd7eea80cabd262bb4e06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught Between Two Brothers ( love triangle)
She thought patience would earn her love. She was wrong. After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked. Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins. Because the brother who looks at her like that? He doesn't believe in halfway love./1/128209/coverorgin.jpg?v=636553d0bd3a7a1fcbf7947c28a21085&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Wife, Real Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle
For seven years, I loved Aiden Mcmahon. For two years, I believed I was his wife. Then a county clerk told me the truth. "Your marriage certificate is a forgery, Miss Buchanan." My blood ran cold. "Then who is Aiden legally married to?" "Ember Rowland." His widowed aunt. While I hid behind a computer building Aura Tech from nothing, Aiden took the credit, spent my inheritance, and played the brilliant billionaire CEO. The Napa Valley wedding, his vows, and every tender kiss had been part of a trap. He never wanted a wife. He wanted my genius, my money, and my company. Then I heard him promise Ember everything I owned. "Her money stays. She goes." "I'll tell her we fucked in every house she's about to lose." I didn't cry. I recorded every filthy word. Then I locked down Aura Tech's core system, gathered the evidence of his fraud, and walked into his fifty-million-dollar funding gala ready to destroy him. That was where Adelard Knowles found me. He was the untouchable heir to the mysterious Knowles dynasty, a titan who could shake Wall Street with a single decision—and my fake husband's most powerful uncle and bitterest family rival. "I can help you take back everything," Adelard said. "What do you want in return?" His deep blue eyes settled on me. "You. Marry me." Aiden secretly married his widowed aunt. So I married his billionaire uncle. Our marriage was supposed to be a cold, mutually beneficial contract. But every time Adelard protects me, touches me, and calls me his wife, the ruthless billionaire looks less like an ally—and more like a man who never intends to let me go./1/118800/coverorgin.jpg?v=27bb6f15e08c491618f134c7e45f1941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced But All-Powerful
Clara Turner hid her true identity and entered a contract marriage with Marcus Sullivan because circumstances left her no other choice. Bound by a three-year agreement, she poured her heart into the relationship, hoping her devotion and sincerity would one day win him over. Instead, when the contract finally came to an end, Marcus handed her divorce papers without hesitation and walked away without a second glance. With a shattered heart, Clara signed the documents and vanished from his world. When she returned, she was no longer the woman everyone once knew. She reclaimed her status as the dazzling heiress of the Turner family and revealed the extraordinary talents she had kept hidden for years. She was a billionaire with immense influence, a gifted medical genius, a mysterious cyber expert, and a formidable fencing master feared by many. Having learned her lesson, Clara vowed never to let anyone trample on her again. Unable to ignore her any longer, Marcus finally stood before her. "Clara! Do you really have to be this ruthless?" he demanded. A cold smile touched her lips as she let out a quiet laugh. "What you're suffering now doesn't even come close to what you put me through."/1/106471/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c036505d498e02449e73c06276225ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
My husband Kamden and I were the most powerful couple in New York, an unbreakable alliance of wealth and influence. To the world, we were perfect, especially with our new baby daughter, Penny, waiting for us at home. But the illusion shattered at the Jasper Stone gala when Cason Vincent walked in. He wasn't just a rival; he was a dead ringer for Kamden—a cruel, predatory mirror image who seemed to know the secrets of the year I spent in London. In front of the city’s elite, a socialite screamed that I was a fraud, accusing me of using Kamden as a "substitute" for the man I truly loved. The music stopped, and the room turned into a sea of judgmental whispers. I expected my husband to shield me, but the paranoia in his eyes was sharper than any rumor. He grabbed my scarred left hand—the one I had ruined to save his life years ago—and squeezed it until I winced in pain. "Am I just a replacement?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a terrifying insecurity. He didn't see the wife who had sacrificed her world-class piano career for him; he saw a woman who had settled for a copy. The injustice of it felt like a physical blow. I had destroyed my body and my future to keep him safe, yet he was ready to believe a stranger’s lies over three years of marriage. He didn't want the truth; he wanted me to beg for his forgiveness for a sin I never committed. I realized then that my silence wasn't an admission of guilt, but my last shred of dignity. I pulled my hand away and walked out of the gala alone, leaving Kamden standing face-to-face with the man who had come to dismantle our lives./0/58777/coverorgin.jpg?v=2441169672279a7f9bfa90e3eb197e31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unveiling Hearts: My Wife Is A Billionaire Tycoon?!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along./1/120748/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3799bb71bfa9fc9383fc979cc8d419e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
