Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Vengeful Bliss
It all seemed right to Trisha, everything seemed really good for her, it was like the universe was paying back for all the struggles she had to go through with her mother. Her job seems right, her love life was beautiful, her mood was everything she wanted, and her family was filled with so much positivity, even if it wasn't the typical nuclear family. Or so she thought! The series of events that followed shook her to the core. She finds out her fiance, soon to be husband, is cheating with her step sister. Broken hearted, she was stabbed in the back yet again by her stepfather's sudden divorce announcement . She soon finds out it was all an elaborate plan between her stepsister, her stepfather and her ex fiance to steal from them and abscond. What happens when Trisha appears as the wife of the most influential bachelor in the country to their wedding? Will Trisha get her long awaited revenge? What becomes of this contracted marriage where they agreed to not invest their feelings? Will Trisha see more than meets the eye?/1/116735/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e24a6b7861f1216f5b634a42e0a9221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Accidental Wife Is A Secret Tycoon
Jaden's abusive foster parents forced her to marry a 62-year-old criminal to pay off their underground gambling debts. They treated her like human trafficking merchandise with a price tag. But the old man never made it to City Hall. Due to a chaotic mix-up in the lobby, Jaden accidentally signed the marriage certificate with the wrong man—Constantine Kensington, the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Kensington Group. When Constantine discovered the error, his eyes burned with absolute contempt. He assumed Jaden was a pathetic, gold-digging scammer who had deliberately swapped places to trap him. Instead of an annulment, he dragged her into his manor to lock her in and make her regret ever learning his name. He cut off her credit lines, threw a degrading minimum-wage internship contract at her face, and demanded she follow his draconian rules. "We sleep in separate rooms. You do not touch me. You do not cross the line," Constantine warned, his voice dripping with venom. He looked at her like she was a desperate, uneducated orphan begging for scraps. He truly believed she was just a worthless pawn entirely at his mercy, struggling to survive in his elite world. What the arrogant CEO didn't know was that the girl in the oversized hoodie was actually "King," the legendary dark web hacker who had just shorted a global conglomerate for five billion dollars right from his own guest room. Jaden looked at the pathetic ten-million-dollar divorce payoff he offered, let out a mocking smirk, and signed the contract. She would gladly use his ridiculous billionaire title as her perfect invisible shield./1/111417/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ddebfe15948283d4650fdac200c7fd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real. That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment." He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger. "Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch. He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered. I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting. My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed. He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."/0/32573/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c6cf48f7a40f193a5baaf36f36fc01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, My Wretched Love
After getting into a violent car accident, Claire woke up in a hospital in immense pain. She had thought that her husband of three years would come to see her, but unexpectedly, he strode into the ward next to hers to take care of another woman! And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he even threatened to put her in jail for that woman’s sake! "You gave me five hundred million as compensation, right? Now, I'm exchanging it for a slap on her face." Claire looked at her husband, Darren, coldly. "Let's get divorced." At that moment, Claire regretted wasting three precious years trying to win Darren's heart. It was time to end all of it./0/59637/coverorgin.jpg?v=d338e31122fb9e6ac1555f6b89a7e08c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Love Blunder: Her Sweet Revenge
Blinded by unrequited love, Dayna's world shattered upon learning of Jon's engagement to another girl. Determined to focus on her happiness, she decided to move on. Returning to the workforce, Dayna witnessed her career soar. Soon, admirers flocked to her. Realizing his mistake, Jon wanted her back, but Dayna only responded with a cryptic smile. Following that, she posted online about Jon, the charming CEO, seeking a wealthy, attractive, and virtuous woman to marry. Making matters worse, his contact details were shared across several dating sites!/1/115016/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d5d49602fafa39dd5c7c0f9960dee9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears
Abigail was the biological heir to the wealthy Richmond family, finally brought home after sixteen years of living in poverty. But her birth family didn't love her. They were completely obsessed with Debbra, the fake daughter who had been sent away after a DNA test. Her biological brother looked at her faded clothes with unfiltered disgust. He left her standing in the freezing rain, screaming that it was her fault Debbra was gone. Her mother shoved her hard against a wall just for touching a crystal music box. "She is not my daughter! My daughter plays Chopin, not this pathetic hick!" Even at her elite new school, her brother's friends threw her to the marble floor, mocking her as trash. In chemistry class, a boy deliberately knocked over a beaker, splashing corrosive acid onto her wrist. No one helped her. They just ordered her to clean up the mess. Abigail didn't ask to be switched at birth during a chaotic hospital storm. She didn't understand why her mere existence was treated as an unforgivable crime, while the imposter who stole her life was worshipped like a saint. Washing her chemical burns alone in the empty lab, the last shred of her hope for a family completely died. She calmly peeled off her rubber gloves and looked at her pale reflection. She decided to give up on their love and treat them as nothing more than strangers. But just as she chose to become a ghost, a heavy thud echoed in the silent hallway, and a bloody hand slammed violently against the frosted glass of her door./1/113921/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260424155628&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./0/19277/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6ffceb1adc4e6fd53c3931622443369&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Labyrinth Of Hermes
One of the biggest confusions in what we call "love", is the way in which we interpret the other person. The human being is characterized by completing any lack of understanding or information, resorting to his useful imagination. A girl's greeting is a simple fact, empty, incomplete of features and details that offer no more than the mere image of the greeting. Even so, we perceive in it an irrefutable timbre of voice; an intensity and a weakness in its sound. We perceive certain characteristics of the personality of that person, although, nevertheless, these sources will never be enough for us; It will not be enough just to know the episode of the greeting, the courtesy, their education./1/115487/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518200150&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage
For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river. But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire. I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred. He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach. "Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me. To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage. I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over. I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor? "Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness." He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back. Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash. That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark./1/104380/coverorgin.jpg?v=11008e6f3fb8107d204d8396f7c1c287&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fixer's Secret: Taming My Husband
I spent three years playing the role of the perfect, silent wife to Julian Sterling, the most volatile billionaire in Manhattan. To the world, I was just a socialite; in reality, I was a high-stakes crisis negotiator known as "The Fixer," living a double life to survive a marriage that was nothing more than a cold, clinical contract. The illusion shattered when Julian publicly humiliated me at his private club, flaunting his mistress while his mother issued a brutal ultimatum: produce an heir by next week, or my family's remaining assets would be wiped out. But the true betrayal lay hidden in a secret file in my parents' safe. I wasn't chosen for love or status; I was a "genetic stabilizer," a biological filter purchased to breed the mental instability out of the Sterling bloodline. My own parents had sold me like a lab rat, trading my life to unfreeze their bank accounts. Julian treated me like a "slab of meat" while chasing the ghost of a woman named Seraphina, and my mother-in-law viewed my womb as nothing more than a corporate asset. I realized then that every person I had ever trusted had placed a bounty on my DNA. "I'm not jealous, Julian," I told him as he pinned me down in a hospital room, his eyes wild with the Sterling madness. "I'm just the one holding the bill." When a secret request came in for a "ghost negotiator" to defend Sterling Industries against a hostile takeover, I didn't turn it down. They had no idea that the elite specialist they were hiring to save their empire was the same wife they had spent years trying to break. I'm done being the cure for this family. This time, I'm the poison, and I'm going to make sure they pay every cent they owe me./1/100626/coverorgin.jpg?v=4921e13460a96ca75f5de853555cf5a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Moments With My Forbidden Love
Looking into another's eyes and sensing an unspoken pull once defined true love. That quiet spark between two souls was supposed to mean everything. Yet reaching it seemed impossible when the world kept forcing them apart. Age gaps, harsh realities, and the weight of circumstance pushed them to the edge. Stories like theirs could have belonged to anyone. This tale honored those who clung to love through every setback, even while remaining only a fragile work of fiction, a mirror for desires that real life kept just out of reach, aching yet unforgettable./1/104381/coverorgin.jpg?v=d85514dcc9835e82d3a4ef319f0a1629&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact
I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game./1/107823/coverorgin.jpg?v=b00d92c67aa25554bacec9ee62903202&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon’s Scars: Running From My Past
I returned to the Hamptons after six years, believing I had finally outrun the ghosts of my past. As a surgeon, I had spent years stitching others back together, yet I remained a collection of jagged shards held together by secrets. I thought I could survive one family dinner, but the moment I stepped inside, the air turned to lead. Then I saw him. Damon Hansen stood in the archway, looking more lethal than the man I’d once loved. When our eyes met, he shattered the crystal glass in his hand with such raw force that blood stained the pristine rug. It was a silent, violent declaration of the rage he’d been nursing since the night I vanished without a word. The dinner was a battlefield. Damon sat across from me with his new girlfriend, Campbell, draped possessively over his arm. He used every word like a blade, mocking my "escape" while secretly ordering the only food I could stomach. He didn't know that I hadn't just run away six years ago; I had crawled away to survive a miscarriage that nearly took my life, a trauma that still made my hands shake at the sight of a child. I fled to Seattle for a clean slate, only to find Damon waiting in the rain. He had traded his business empire for a firefighter’s uniform, joining the city's most dangerous station just to force his way back into my world. When he ended up on my trauma table, soot-stained and broken, he gripped my wrist with a heat that almost broke my resolve. "I'm yours, Adria. Do whatever you have to do." I almost let my walls crumble until the hospital doors swung open. Campbell burst out, throwing herself into his arms and claiming him in front of the entire staff. I didn't stay to hear his excuses. I turned my back on the man who had followed me across the country just to break my heart again, finally realizing that some wounds are too deep for even a surgeon to heal./0/44779/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230824181206&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled Fates: Melodies of Fate and Unforeseen Moments
Tangled Fates" follows the spirited and vibrant Addison Beckett as she returns home, reuniting with her family and twin brother Aiden. Amidst her joyful homecoming, chance encounters lead to unexpected twists. A mysterious guy named Finn introduces intrigue, while the sudden presence of Ash, a popular celebrity, adds a touch of glamour. As Addison's world intertwines with these captivating individuals, the story weaves together laughter, emotions, and unforeseen moments, promising a journey of discovery, passion, and perhaps even romance./0/71217/coverorgin.jpg?v=894baf636a5a355e1a5564c1ae157179&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Like A Phoenix Reborn
Christina had always believed in taking retribution for the wrongs done to her. To that end, she personally crippled the person who had hurt someone important to her. She was imprisoned for three years, and by the time she was released, her reputation was in tatters. The public despised her for her ruthlessness. They were all shocked, then, to witness the powerful and dignified Harold kiss her with a searing passion. He took it a step further by declaring his love on social media. "I am yours, Christina." She had gone through hell and emerged from the ashes to magnificent new life./0/97968/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251219104920&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unveiling Stardom: The Forsaken Heiress' Gifts Know No Limit
Nicole spent a decade as the Hewitt family's treasured daughter, bathed in praise-until she was ten, when the truth cut through. She was the mistress's child. Thrown out in a rage, she vanished. A decade later she walked back in, no longer meek. The Hewitt family sneered and tried to grind her down; she didn't flinch. Every scheme, she made them regret. Gossip called her a naive country bumpkin. She answered with a diploma. On the track and the runway, in clinics and code, she stunned-ace driver, noted designer, legendary healer, elusive hacker. The so-called impostor stood above them all!/1/104382/coverorgin.jpg?v=83d4271de046a04ee2251c6ca93ee74c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wickedly Charming Professor: Married On Paper, Obsessed In Class
At sixteen, Liz Navarro lost her parents and faced the world alone. Bound by her father's will, she was married at eighteen to a stranger appointed to watch her life-stay wed until twenty-five, earn a law degree, then claim the family empire. Wealth kept her sheltered, and duty kept her caged, until Criminal Law's new professor arrived. Henry McNight was older, magnetic, and dangerous-and he didn't know the quiet student in his class was the bride he'd agreed to marry for his uncle. When Liz became a target, Henry raced to shield her as secrets, betrayals, and family power plays closed in./1/113299/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527000808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Runaway Lover: My Cold Ex Begs For My Love Again
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone. When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life. He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way." Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go./1/110014/coverorgin.jpg?v=92c4deb6e25aa273b1e4df7080c10a7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
