Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Reborn as the Villain's Wife
I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent. This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance. My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral. The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world. Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming. But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy. "I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral." The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match./0/46200/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fb1e6b197eead13aa8aa67dc6cb74c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once A Useless Son-In-Law
"Laila. It was not about money. Remember our love." "Something more than love has come up, sign the divorce paper." David was once her Romeo, Laila, his Juliet until family members put a knife in what held them together. But none of them knew there would be a second chance. Would Laila act rashly again because more enticing things are on offer Would David be such a nice guy to forget?/0/24925/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220426170324&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Richardson's
Sarah, an ex-convict hated her family for betrayal and her involvement in the crime. After the death of her mother(acting boss) the family is divided into two factions each fighting for absolute power. Later she finds out her mother did not commit suicide but was murdered. Will she find her mother's killer and help unite the family? or will she help in bringing down the Richardson family?. Find out the dirty secrets hidden deep inside the perfect Richardson family./0/56213/coverorgin.jpg?v=99cb4ae600aee533d529b590f40c6385&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Return To Love's Madness
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos./1/115972/coverorgin.jpg?v=84d582529189e79e59a16abbbea5bdac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison. But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed. "Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back." That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins. When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them. He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets. Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage. Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died. I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned. But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows. I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate. Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile. The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire./1/106586/coverorgin.jpg?v=de567a5cceb7bace5e472a78e65f368c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Wrong Brother
I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur’s cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check—the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground./1/116598/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c8d8bcd242d65a4c079c7ddfad94282&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Proxy
Elsie stood completely alone in the pouring rain at her father's freshly dug grave. Before she could even mourn, a black SUV pulled up, and Roland Cantu shoved a marriage contract into her hands. He claimed her father had embezzled three billion dollars from the Carlisle group, leaving her with a massive debt. "Sign the marriage contract, and the debt is forgiven." When Elsie refused to marry a dying man, Roland threatened to instantly cut off her mother's life support and her own vital heart medication. Forced to sign, she was dragged to the Carlisle fortress, stripped of her clothes, scrubbed with harsh chemicals, and locked in a glass medical cage. Inside, she was guarded by Axel Stone, a ruthless proxy who treated her like a corporate assassin. When Elsie simply tried to give her dying husband a sip of water, Axel slapped the cup away and accused her of poisoning it. "Get on your knees and drink it." He violently forced her head toward the puddle on the cold floor, triggering a massive, near-fatal cardiac event. Even after she survived and proved her innocence, Axel still ordered her only warm meal thrown into the garbage disposal. Elsie didn't understand why her father was framed, or why she was trapped in this paranoid nightmare with a sadistic madman. But as she stared at the empty kitchen counter, her fear finally turned into burning anger. Since they desperately needed her alive to produce an heir and secure their trust fund, she would use their own leverage against them. She was going to demand a child through IVF, survive this prison, and tear this twisted family apart to clear her father's name./1/107838/coverorgin.jpg?v=e67231f894a7f502979854e091d364a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Heiress: Her Cold Silent Revenge
The Pierre Hotel smelled of old money and stale ambition, but all I could taste was the copper of my own rage. I stood in the back of the ballroom, a "mute" shadow in a silk dress, watching my sister Brande play the grieving saint on stage. She wiped away a fake tear, telling the crowd I was too "unstable" to attend my own engagement party. In reality, I was watching her share a secret, intimate squeeze with my fiancé, Chase Sterling, right under the blinding spotlight. When I finally hit "execute" and projected the video of them together in a hotel suite for the entire elite crowd to see, the room went cold. But the nightmare was just beginning. Instead of apologizing, my father crushed his scotch glass and told me to fix the mess. He demanded I issue a public statement claiming I had a mental breakdown and "hallucinated" the whole thing. "If you don't corroborate the Deepfake story, I'll have you committed to a facility with barred windows," he hissed. Brande just smirked from the corner, mocking me for being a "mute waste of space" who didn't even realize my own trust fund had paid for the diamonds around her neck. I realized then that in this family, silence wasn't a disability—it was a target. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't have a voice. They thought they could use my silence to bury the truth and save their precious stock prices. They were wrong. I didn't just leak a video; I had the keys to every secret they ever tried to hide. I walked out of that hotel and straight into the black sedan of Julian Curtis, my father’s most ruthless rival and the only man who knew what really happened the night of the blizzard in Aspen. I handed him the encrypted files that would trigger a hostile takeover of my family’s empire. As the city blurred past, I looked at the man who held my future in his hands and typed one final message on my phone. "I'm not here to be saved. I'm here to be the knife."/0/48862/coverorgin.jpg?v=19c9f210326bad6794f6c00adc851906&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Surprise Oaths: My Husband Is Addicted To Me
Everyone wrote Ryann off after she was abandoned by her adoptive parents. But she shocked all her haters by marrying into the Edwards family and living a life they could only dream of. "I heard Ryann baby-trapped Mr. Edwards. How did he fall for that?" "It's no secret that Mr. Edwards already has a woman in his heart. He's going to make life a living hell for Ryann!" The people who thought bad about their union soon got the greatest shocker of their lives. They saw the ruthless and cold businessman who was feared by many showering Ryann with undiluted affection in public. He looked deeply in love with her. All those who once bullied Ryann went into hiding, fearing the wrath that was about to come their way. Would Ryann forgive them for the years of pain they caused her?/1/115035/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fc478675d8cac0ef110580a620ee8ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed VP's Spectacular Corporate Comeback
For nine years, Arianna was the loyal girlfriend and lead engineer who built Gregory's tech company from the ground up. But coming home early from a business trip, she overheard him laughing with his friends about how he would never marry her. "Arianna is useful. She's convenient for my physical needs. That's all it is." He was just using her while waiting for his untouchable stepsister to get a divorce. The betrayal didn't stop there. Days later, she caught him buying Cartier diamonds for a twenty-two-year-old intern. When she secretly checked his phone that night, the truth was even uglier. Gregory wasn't just cheating; he was plotting corporate sabotage. He planned to steal the proprietary code she had poured her life into, kick her out of the company without a dime, and hand her executive title to his mistress. Nine years of blind devotion and endless sacrifices were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke. She had excused his emotional distance for years, never realizing he was intentionally draining her dry while keeping his soul loyal to another woman. But instead of breaking down, the weak, devoted Arianna died in the dark. She quietly locked her core engine code in a biometric safe, hired an elite private investigator, and put on her sharpest suit. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./1/107839/coverorgin.jpg?v=74800027261520c228ec254fd3ecffa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Perfect Victim: Playing The Billionaire's Game
I was the crown jewel of the Harmon family until the trust fund froze and my world turned to ash. Now, I’m just a girl in a vintage dress I can’t afford, standing in a crowded club, waiting to destroy the man who thinks he owns me. Everything changed when my ex-fiancé, Carter Sterling, didn't just break our engagement, but blocked the money meant for my brother’s medical care. He wanted to see me crawl back to him, broken and desperate, so he could remind me that I was nothing without his name. I didn't crawl; I staged a masterpiece of a breakdown. I shattered glass, screamed about his cruelty, and cowered on the floor until the entire city saw him as the monster he truly was. Carter’s reputation was dead within minutes, but the victory felt hollow because I was still penniless and alone in the cold rain. I realized that in this world, being a victim is just a role you play until you’re strong enough to become the villain. I was tired of being hunted by dogs like Carter, and I knew the only way to survive was to walk straight into the lion’s den. I stood at the iron gates of the Grimes estate, soaked to the bone and clutching a secret that could bring the city to its knees. Isadore Grimes is a man who eats people like Carter for breakfast, and I didn't come to him for mercy. "I’m not here for your money," I told him as the security cameras zoomed in on my face. "I'm here to offer you a better deal than your fiancée ever could." I wasn't just planning to get my inheritance back. I was going to steal the life of the woman who tried to destroy me, one calculated move at a time./1/112376/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260403171715&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted At City Hall, Married A Zillionaire
I stood in front of New York City Hall in my vintage lace wedding dress, my heart pounding with a nervous joy. I was minutes away from marrying Bradford Sterling, a move I thought would finally help me reclaim my mother’s legacy from my family’s crumbling empire. But as I reached for his arm, he flinched. A black Lincoln Navigator screeched to the curb, and his mother, Victoria, stepped out, slamming a restructuring document against his chest. She didn't even look at me as she delivered the killing blow: my sister, Eden, had just seized every cent of my voting rights and family trust. "Marrying her is a net negative yield," Victoria said coldly. Bradford didn't fight for me; he didn't even blink. He simply pushed my hand away and adjusted his tie as if I were a junk bond he was ready to offload. Seconds later, my sister Eden arrived in a red Ferrari, wearing her own bridal gown, and stepped into my place by his side. I was standing on the pavement, humiliated in front of a crowd, while the man I loved for three years treated me like a failed transaction. My sister laughed in my face, calling me a "liability" while she stole my wedding and my life. The grief was instant, but the rage that followed was a white-hot rupture in my chest. I didn't just walk away; I slapped the life out of Bradford and dove into the first black SUV I saw, desperate to escape. I didn't check the plates, and I didn't see the man in the wheelchair sitting in the shadows of the backseat. I had just "carjacked" Jefferson Montgomery, the most dangerous billionaire in the city. To save him from a parole violation during a sudden police raid, I agreed to a fake marriage that very night. They wanted to treat me like a negative asset? Fine. They have no idea that they just handed a world-class hacker the keys to the Montgomery fortune, and I’m going to liquidate them all./1/114879/coverorgin.jpg?v=0408f655b84ea9bf4e9537937f62a80d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius
For three years, June played the perfect, submissive wife to billionaire Augustus Pruitt, hoping a child would finally warm his cold heart and secure their marriage. But when she cautiously suggested they have a baby, he looked at her with pure, unfiltered disgust. "A woman who schemes her way into a marriage doesn't get to carry my blood." He sneered, leaving immediately to lavish his mistress with diamonds. The nightmare only escalated from there. Augustus bought the one painting June desperately wanted—a piece she had secretly created herself—just to gift it to his mistress. He publicly outbid June at the gallery, mocking her lack of wealth, and left her to collapse in the freezing rain. When the storm gave her a severe 104-degree fever and she nearly died on their staircase, he didn't even stay by her hospital bed. Instead, he sent an assistant with a box of jewelry to buy her silence, then forced her to attend a family dinner where his mother and sister viciously mocked her barren womb and background. Looking at Augustus, who sat there casually cutting his steak while his family tore her apart, the last flicker of hope in June's chest sputtered and died. She finally understood that her three years of bleeding devotion were nothing but a pathetic joke to them. She dropped her silverware, the sharp clatter silencing the entire room. She wasn't going to be their punching bag anymore. It was time to finalize the divorce papers, reclaim her hidden identity as the world-renowned artist 'mr.sun', and make them all regret it./1/113941/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260514180332&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red
Harlene was locked out of her own family's estate in a freezing blizzard, still trembling from a severe panic attack. Her mother delivered a cold ultimatum through a security screen: attend her golden-child sister Estella's award gala, or lose her medical funds. To make it worse, her ex-fiancé, Dennis, had chimed in to call her embarrassing and pathetic. At the gala, Harlene was treated like a diseased outcast. Dennis fiercely protected his new lover, Jailyn—the very woman who had stolen Harlene's designs. But the ultimate betrayal came when Estella flaunted a silver-embroidered antique dress. It was Harlene's grandmother's dress, her only pure memory of love, handed over to the enemy as a trophy. When Harlene demanded answers, her own father slapped her across the face in front of the press, just to protect their pristine image. They had stolen her career, her fiancé, and her inheritance, all while branding her the crazy, unstable daughter. The sheer hypocrisy and cruelty finally severed the last thread of her sanity. Why should she play the silent victim while they played the perfect family? Instead of crying, Harlene smiled. She drew a hidden dagger, slashed the antique dress to ribbons, and dragged Estella and Jailyn to the center stage. Standing under the blinding spotlight with a bloody blade, she looked out at the terrified crowd. "The Beaumont family is done hiding," she declared into the microphone. "Tonight, the curtain falls."/1/105650/coverorgin.jpg?v=f335127dc3ef40a00a6b5af645cef54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Beggar To Billionaire, From Princess To Prisoner
At their first meeting, Vanessa dazzled as the heiress of an elite family, while Shawn survived as a broke, hardworking student. He fell for her-then she shattered his illusion with a sneer. "Do you think you're even in my league?" Years later, Shawn returned as a rising attorney and heir to a powerful family, backed by wealth and influence. Disgraced and frantic, Vanessa fought to free her parents, framed and jailed. She dropped to her knees and begged for his help. He said coolly, "Be my lover-until I'm done with you." To her, it was his revenge. But Shawn knew it was the love he'd wanted./1/108153/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bacd3fc5d2aaa34fd06320f57ed65c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son
I sat in a Louis XV-style chair that cost more than my entire education, picking at the peeling leather of my thrift-store handbag. Across the mahogany table, Council Bartlett didn't even look at me; he just checked his watch, treating our marriage like a corporate merger that needed to be finalized before the market closed. To the world, I was a gold digger hitting the lottery, but I was actually a woman with a secret I guarded more fiercely than a state secret. I had one week to show a social worker a stable home with a husband, or they would take my four-year-old nephew, Leo, and put him back into the system forever. The ink was barely dry on our marriage certificate when my world started to fracture. My aunt called, screaming for help as her drunk husband broke into her house, forcing me to leave my new "billionaire husband" in my cramped Queens apartment to handle a domestic nightmare with a baseball bat and pepper spray. When I returned, smelling of cheap whiskey and sweat, I found Council’s mother—the ice-cold Hortense—waiting on a video call. She didn't just want a business arrangement; she wanted an heir, and she’d already sent a box of fertility drugs to my kitchen counter to prove it. I was living a lie in a tenement building, caught between a man who treated me like a line item and a social worker who viewed my life as a "phantom." Council was sleeping on my lumpy sofa, his expensive legs dangling off the end, while I locked the bedroom door every night. I didn't want his money; I just wanted my boy. But how could I survive a war where the enemy lived in a penthouse and the casualties were measured in custody hearings? Just as Council saw me holding Leo and the "Ice King" finally began to thaw, his phone buzzed with an anonymous threat. "I know you're faking it. Pay me 100k or the press gets the story." The blackmailer was someone inside the Bartlett estate, and the "shield" I had built for Leo was about to become our cage./1/115975/coverorgin.jpg?v=634f1bf6aab451362af38cb2007beae9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dying In Silence: The Unwanted Heiress
Kaia was diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, with only three months left to live. She wanted to give up her family's entire trust fund just to have Gerrit play the role of a loving husband for her final days. But before she could show him the biopsy report, he looked at her with absolute disgust, declaring that their three-year marriage made him physically sick. He only loved Seraphina. To force Kaia out, Seraphina constantly framed her. When Seraphina faked a fall, Gerrit pushed Kaia so hard she tore her waist open on a glass table. When Kaia writhed in agonizing pain from her failing organs, he stood over her coldly, mocking her pathetic acting. Even when Gerrit finally discovered Seraphina had hired a fake stalker and maliciously burned Kaia's skin with boiling tea, he still chose to protect his mistress. "I already signed the divorce papers with Kaia. We are going to bury this story temporarily to protect the company." Hearing those words from behind the wall, the last shred of hope in Kaia's chest completely died. She had endured his cruelty for three years, only to realize his bias for another woman defied all logic and morality. Lying in the bathtub, coughing up mouthfuls of dark blood that turned the water crimson, Kaia picked up her phone and dialed her lawyer. "Julian, initiate the final plan." Since Gerrit despised her existence, she would make sure he never found her body./0/22739/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220119115759&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Novelist And The Superstar
She is a simple girl who had a dream of being a Novelist and her dream came true she became a Novelist. A girl who is passionate about her job, She is a person who makes everyone laugh and likes to keep her surrounding people happy. She is a literal mood maker. A positive, Childish, humble and pure soul of her makes everyone fall for her. She is beautiful inside out. She never shut her mouth a total blabbermouth. But anyone doesn't get enough of her. With all her work she is finding a companion for herself who is hardworking, lovely, who doesn't have a high temper. But will she find her idol type? Or a whole different guy who is not her idol type. Whereas him...............A Superstar. He dreamt of being one and is one. He is the whole package of handsomeness, really passionate about his work. He gets his way out even if the issue is huge. Loves his fans, loves to interact with them. They are his stress reliever. He is the one whom everyone wants but never gets. He is kind, appreciative and has a huge heart. But he never works hard but works smart, gets annoyed easily and has a high temper. He never disappoints his family, friends or fans. But he is too much busy in this all that he forgets about himself. He is too caught up to find his life companion and he doesn't care about it too. But what happens when he meets her? And gets to know her. Will they get together well or gets irritated by each other? Let's see............/1/113942/coverorgin.jpg?v=24d589f2b884c5eba78ace98971273a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dying Wife's Secret Baby Bump
Arlene was bound to a hellish three-year contract marriage to save her family from total ruin. Just as the contract was about to expire, she received a terminal brain cancer diagnosis and found out she was six weeks pregnant. To protect the tiny life inside her, she refused all treatment, leaving her with only three months to live. When she tried to escape, her billionaire husband, Harrison, caught her. He dragged her back, brutally assaulted her, and forced her into the freezing cold to kneel at his father's grave. Even when she suffered a threatened miscarriage, bleeding and begging in agony, he showed no mercy. He simply left her alone in the dark and went straight to a hotel with his celebrity mistress. For three years, she had endured his relentless revenge and his public declaration that he would rather his bloodline die than have a child with her. She was nothing but a prisoner in a gilded cage, waiting for a death sentence he didn't even know about. But when Harrison shamelessly summoned her to act as the doting wife and clean up his cheating scandal, the old Arlene died. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she blackmailed him and his mistress for millions in untraceable crypto. "I'm saving up for my coffin fund." Looking him dead in the eye, she calmly pocketed the extortion money, ready to play her final, ruthless game before her three-month clock ran out./1/114255/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2c93b5e24f20f35edd3ead1837fe100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
