Modern Books for Women
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Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
Andres was known as callous and ruthless until he met Corinna, the woman whose one heroic act thawed his cold heart. Because of her father and stepmother's ploy, Corinna nearly lost her life. Fortunately, fate intervened when she rescued Andres, the heir to Driyver's most influential family. As the incident prompted them to work together, their mutual assistance quickly blossomed into an unexpected romance, leaving the town in disbelief. Just how on earth did the notoriously aloof bachelor turn into this love-stricken man?/1/113164/coverorgin.jpg?v=72228bd45b9dc22f355b1ed6ccda47b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Fiancé, Claimed By His Uncle
Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground./0/90950/coverorgin.jpg?v=22f020468c7893d4fba41f46b54ff5a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Jackpot: My Loser Husband Turned Out To Be Filthy Rich
During Kiera's wedding, she and her sister plunged into the water. Stunned, she watched her fiancé yank only the sister to safety and walk off without a glance. Blazing with fury, Kiera married the stranger who pulled her from the water-a broke mechanic-and promised to provide for him, no matter the cost! Her ex sneered, "Dump him. Get back with me; my wife will still be you." Her scheming sister purred, "I'll keep your fiancé company. Enjoy your life with a mechanic." Kiera shut them down. "Leave us alone. We're good together." Then the twist hit: the "mechanic" was a secret billionaire! In front of the world, he knelt with a one-of-a-kind diamond. "My love, I'll cherish you for life."/0/58724/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251016180116&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Illusion: Unveiling The Mask Of My Cunning Lover
Karlee felt crushed when she uncovered her fiancé's betrayal, and she sought comfort by drinking alone. During this vulnerable time, she encountered a striking man who was none other than the famous Brian Olson. Following an unexpected night together, they impulsively agreed to a contractual marriage. Brian showered Karlee with attention, leading her to believe she might have discovered the ideal partner. However, his actions were merely a part of his deliberate plan. Overwhelmed with anger, Karlee initiated divorce proceedings, despite discovering she was pregnant. Tears welled up in Brian's eyes as he implored, "Honey, I know I messed up. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"/0/65138/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241206185442&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eve's chronicles
"How really did you get into the industry?"Vivian's voice rose, her eyes flashing with anger. I let out a low, husky laugh. "How else do you expect, Viv? I stripped for your boyfriend Alex, and landed the big Gig." Vivian's face contorted in rage. "What?" I leaned in, my voice dripping with malice. "That reminds me, Alex and I are getting married. He's as good as your ex." Vivian's hands clenched into fists, but before she could react, I slapped her cheek, the sound echoing through the air. "Sorry," I said, my tone dripping with insincerity. "Did you think you could slap me? Don't be stupid. I'll will see you at the wedding... actually, you could be my bridesmaid since I have no friends." Vivian's eyes widened, shock and humiliation etched on her face. I turned to leave, a sly grin spreading across my pretty little face like a mask. ~~~~ Meet Eve Patel, a stripper becomes the talk of the town as she overpowers Vivian,the famous broadcaster in Misvilhe and attracts the attention of a ruthless Mafia group involved in her dark past./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./1/105656/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0a48de4dc2378387e9f2eada4f60fa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Drove His Mute Wife Away, Now He Regrets
For three years, Adrian's heart belonged to another, and his wife Jessica-mute and unloved-endured his coldness. Realizing she deserved better, she quietly left him, divorce papers on the table. Adrian tore them up, accusing her of childish games, but Jessica had no interest in wasting more of her life. After their split, her voice returned and she was suddenly surrounded by admirers. Adrian, blinded by jealousy, begged her to come back. Jessica only laughed, repeating his own words, saying, "Didn't you say love is the most worthless thing in the world?" Now, she'd never look back./0/21493/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518130910&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prologue: Loving Blake Coster
Prologue Blake Coster One of the richest Billionaire in America. He got the face, the money and fame. He always get what he wants and now he wants the heritage that his grandfather, he has to find a bride but love is his number one enemy, he hates it. Love ruins his family and he doesn't want it ruin him. Jean Verodine a Victoria Secret model, she's a ball of sunshine. Everyone loves her, who doesn't? She's sweet, smart and beautiful. Life is not that perfect because her past kept chasing her./1/115981/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260515124038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire
Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study. In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir. Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor’s billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown. When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter. "You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!" They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire? Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun./1/116451/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526171456&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage
Ila, a fallen Beverly Hills heiress, was working as a lowly waitress to keep her dying father's life support machines running. But at a luxury mansion party, her former friends intentionally tripped her, poured red wine over her head, and shoved her into the pool. Her ex-fiancé, Jaret, just watched her humiliation in deafening silence. Desperate for cash, she took a degrading gig at an exclusive yacht party, only to be cornered by Flint Keaton, a ruthless Hollywood mogul. Flint violently assaulted her, ripped off her mask, and revealed a sickening truth to the laughing crowd. "Did he tell you?" Flint mocked loudly. "It was Jaret's signature that authorized the short-selling of the Meyers trust." Jaret's family had profited millions on the exact day her father had his heart attack, and now Jaret stood by while Flint threatened to drag her to his private cabin. Cornered against the yacht's railing with the churning ocean below, Ila's heart shattered completely. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could orchestrate her family's total destruction, leaving her to be torn apart by these elite wolves. Through the flashing strobe lights, her panicked eyes locked onto a solitary figure watching from the VIP balcony. Conner McCormick, the terrifying billionaire who had previously demanded her absolute submission in exchange for his protection. Shedding her last shred of pride, Ila broke through the crowd, scrambled up the metal stairs, and threw herself at his feet. "I accept your proposal!" she screamed over the ambient noise, begging him in front of the entire party. "Marry me! Own me! Do whatever you want with me! Just save me from him!"/0/72023/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250710001600&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When A Marriage Of Convenience Sparks A Dangerous Passion
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"/1/116452/coverorgin.jpg?v=90a7ab735adbf4921acd8898e0d25a00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Less than two hours after Brooklyn pushed a baby out of her body, her husband walked into the VIP delivery room. But he didn't come to hold their newborn. Instead, his assistant tossed a thick stack of papers and a ten-million-dollar check onto her trembling legs. It was a divorce settlement. Baron looked down at her pale, exhausted face with pure, clinical detachment. "Agnes is back. I needed a wife to secure my company shares, and you needed a roof over your head. The transaction is over." He didn't even glance at the crying infant in the incubator. He just checked his luxury watch, complained about being late for a board meeting, and walked out. Minutes later, the head nurse barged in, her eyes dripping with contempt. She announced that Baron had revoked Brooklyn's VIP privileges and ordered her to move to the general ward immediately. Brooklyn stared at the ceiling, her core muscles screaming in agony from the delivery. Her three years of total devotion, their marriage, and their child were nothing but a cheap, insulting joke to him. In his eyes, she was just a pathetic, poor girl who could be easily bought off and thrown away like trash. The last ember of love in her heart turned to ash, replaced by a terrifying coldness. She calmly ripped the ten-million-dollar check into tiny pieces. Then, she ripped out her IV needle, picked up a heavily encrypted phone she hadn't used in three years, and dialed a number. "I need the chief legal counsel and the tactical security team at Mount Sinai Hospital in exactly thirty minutes." It was time for the real billionaire heiress of Beverly Hills to go home./0/79220/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250929082253&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Love and Revenge: Return of the real Heiress!
After her mother's mysterious death, Ava Fletcher's world shattered. What began as a young woman's dream turned into a mission for vengeance which is to bring down the Cross family empire and uncover the truth behind her mother's fate. Until one reckless night in Florida changes everything. A fiery one-night stand and Ava walks away believing it was a mistake she will never repeat. Until she starts her new job and discovers her boss is none other than Jace Cross,the powerful CEO, her one night stand and the son of the man she plans to destroy. Caught between passion and vengeance, Ava hides her true identity while Jace grows dangerously obsessed with her.Ava finds an unexpected ally in Liam,a charming friend who seems to support her mission. Yet the deeper she goes, the more she realizes Liam's intentions may be far more dangerous than Jace's secrets,the Cross family, and the shocking truth that she might be the real heiress of the empire she came to ruin./0/72024/coverorgin.jpg?v=1854d3a6d458926d736e303954652c50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Is The Devil Himself
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."/1/114106/coverorgin.jpg?v=47b807d352f6e6ed69368be159207266&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comatose Billionaire's Shotgun Bride: Now They Kneel to Me
Natalie got pregnant accidentally, but her boyfriend's first love returned and turned her into the town's favorite joke. Everyone called her useless while praising her adopted sister, never realizing Natalie was the hidden mind behind her family's rise. Their designer fame, film awards, hit songs, and idol careers all existed because of her. Still, they betrayed her and forced her to marry a comatose man for profit. When her identity came out, regret arrived too late. Her ex begged for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. Can you forgive me for the child's sake?" But a powerful man held Natalie close. "Our child has nothing to do with you."/1/116453/coverorgin.jpg?v=63718efd3e1d5a99d2d905af2c88f5b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress Strikes Back Hard
Evelyn Beaumont signed the heavy divorce settlement, severing her marriage to billionaire Kalen Sterling. She thought giving up her title as his wife would finally save her family's empire from his hostile takeover. But Kalen didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to completely destroy her. He orchestrated a media circus, letting his rumored new mistress humiliate Evelyn in front of a swarm of paparazzi. When Evelyn fought back and secured a critical business deal to ruin his plans, Kalen's retaliation was devastating. He crashed her high-society birthday gala and plunged the massive ballroom into darkness. "But, as your former husband, how could I show up tonight without bringing you a very... special gift?" Under a blinding spotlight, he unveiled a grotesque statue of a naked, chained woman wearing Evelyn's crown, begging at the feet of a faceless master. The base was painted in dripping red letters: To my loyal ex-wife, who always kneels for the wrong master. A wave of horrified gasps swept through the elite crowd. Evelyn's pride was publicly crushed into dust as hundreds of eyes burned into her skin with sick amusement and pity. She couldn't understand this absolute psychopath. He had already used their marriage as a bargaining chip to steal her shares. So why was he looking at her with such dark, twisted hunger? Why was he so obsessed with humiliating her? Driven by pure, homicidal rage, Evelyn broke into his pitch-black penthouse that night with a steel golf club. But instead of a fight to the death, Kalen pinned her to the sofa and smashed his mouth against hers with a brutal, desperate hunger./1/114263/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2eb475f06b1312fa94e416bf91c4ca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
To the world, I was the perfect, placid wife of Giovanni Baldwin, the King of Wall Street. But at the pinnacle of New York's social calendar, he deliberately flicked his wrist, splashing his red wine all over my white silk gown to publicly humiliate me. When we got back to the penthouse, he shoved me to the cold marble floor in front of a life-sized portrait of his dead lover. His fingers wrapped around my throat as he ordered me to clean up the stain like a servant. To break me entirely, he froze my accounts, aggressively targeted my secret fashion company, and heavily sedated my disabled brother to maintain legal control over him. When his dead lover's sister committed massive corporate fraud, Giovanni ruthlessly framed me for the crime, forcing me to stand before flashing cameras and take the fall just to keep her out of prison. Looking at his triumphant smile backstage, the last ember of the girl I used to be turned to ash. I finally understood that our marriage was nothing but a hostile contract, and I was just a disposable scapegoat for his endless grief. "This is no longer about escaping. This is about justice." I took off my wedding ring, liquidated every cent of my hidden personal assets, and ordered my team to launch a ruthless hostile takeover of his entire empire./0/75467/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2835093054a46d30abf3a1af03e9ad0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce And Shine: Too Late To Say Sorry
For two years Caitlin quietly wore Isaac's ring, trying to melt the frost from his heart-until his first love returned, pregnant. Devastated and hiding her own pregnancy, Caitlin presented divorce papers. Isaac ripped them apart with a sneer, "Tired of your games already?" Later, Caitlin stormed back into the spotlight-a billionaire designer with endless admirers. Desperate, Isaac pinned her to the wall, pleading, "Honey, give me one more chance."/1/105816/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1aeb8a5a033c91eedd0a96d9c9876b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress: Rising From Betrayal
I woke up in a sterile hospital bed with the smell of antiseptic burning my throat, having just had my stomach pumped six hours ago. Before the sedatives even wore off, my mother called, not to ask if I was alive, but to demand I show up at my sister’s birthday gala in two hours. To her, I wasn't a daughter; I was a three-hundred-million-dollar signature needed for a corporate merger. She didn't care that I was suicidal, or that my fiancé, Franco, was currently at a luxury hotel with his "secretary" while I was hooked up to an IV. At the gala, the humiliation only deepened. I watched my fiancé walk in with his mistress, the air thick with her cloying perfume. When my grandmother’s "lost" emeralds—my rightful inheritance—spilled out of the mistress’s purse, my mother didn't flinch. Instead, she hissed at me to give them back to avoid a scene. My sister, the "perfect" golden child, took the stage and told the elite crowd that I was mentally unstable and "confused" due to my medication. I stood there, drenched in champagne and bleeding from a glass shard, while my own family gaslighted me in front of the world's press. Franco didn't even look at me as he shielded his mistress from the cameras, leaving me to stand alone in the wreckage of a life they had dismantled. I realized then that my parents didn't want a daughter; they wanted a pawn who wouldn't talk back. Why was my life worth less than a line item in a budget? How could a mother hand her daughter’s legacy to a mistress just to keep a contract intact? As my sister lunged at me in a fit of rage, I kicked her into the infinity pool and watched the "perfect" family mask finally shatter. I didn't wait for them to pull me down; I let the weight of my gown drag me into the dark water myself. Let them think the broken Kalea Alexander is gone. When I surface, I’m not coming back as a daughter—I’m coming back as their worst nightmare./1/105660/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8c4e516668aeabaae4d8ae5d6ff2c51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
