Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Married To The Fake Comatose Billionaire
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company. Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease. "A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked. At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage. They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past. Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery. "She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house." With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like./0/55908/coverorgin.jpg?v=2331ca7a85fb14a92436b98aa54e8fd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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?/0/40659/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c0a6bc3721e1e7397b6ba62c2b313e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love alchemist
" Kylian?! We are friends. Shut up and stop talking to me like that. " She shouted while getting up from the living room couch. " Hazel , this is how I am and I show what I think about you. " He told her while grabbing her little finger and tried to calm her down. "Are you serious? You… She is my friend. My best friend. How can I date her husband? " She shouted and slapped his hold. " We just dated and she dumped me . You clearly knew how I loved her , more than her Hazy. " He gave a painful face. His deep brown eyes were annoyed but helpless. " Yes, I know how you loved her and even now you do love her . Please don't use me in this mess. Kylian…let's stop things here. " She told him while a tear came out from her eyes. She walked fast towards the door but…. A kiss can solve things between us? Can I really date my friend's ex boyfriend? Just because I have feelings, I can't date the person anyways! Am I the only one who is seeking and looking for my true love like an alchemist who is looking for an elixir? I don't know when and where I fall for this rough, annoying, red flag behavior and dominating guy with a hidden perverted side man. Even though he has mesmerizing rare dark black eyes, long thick lashes, sharp nose with thin soft lips. It's not thin but also not plump. It's just perfect. Ayoo! Enough about his lips. So when? My story with him starts from a tragedy just like other movies and web series but more dramatic than those I guess. It's more like forbidden love?! Or maybe not! I don't know whether I can take him as mine or if he is still someone's property. All I knew about this situation was that I deeply hardly fell in love with the wrong person in the whole world at the wrong timing, maybe worst timing. Hazel, she is a mizzle in my summer and the star of my sky during heavy storms. Too poetic right? I know it doesn't even suit me. *chuckled. I know very well that I fell in love with her for everything to be honest. At first I fell for her honest sharp words, then for her beautiful face and delicious lips that have never been tasted by anyone before. Then for her pure heart that can make anyone fall in love with her. The only good thing is she won't open her heart to anyone that easily. So I have less competitors. Then her body… her slim waist, thick legs and sexy breast. Everything is perfect. I never noticed that before but after noticing it once, I can't stop myself from thinking about her. I am not a pervert but she is making me a pervert. She healed me completely. I don't think it was the wrong timing for us to meet or fell for each other but the only wrong thing I did was I used to date her bestie, my ex girlfriend Rachel. As you all know, girls have that untold rule, " There is no hesitation, just a big no for ur bestie's ex! Stay loyal to your friend till the end! " Fuck that philosophy and philosopher. Does that bestie really deserve that loyalty? I will make her open up. No, she already told me that she loves me . So all I have to do is seduce her and make her mine./0/90949/coverorgin.jpg?v=952a3af575e6904211129a93957ba6a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Me, Fool Me: The Jilted Wife's Secret
Alexander's coldness was laid bare before Florrie; he even asked her to buy morning-after pills for another woman. Enduring the pain became her routine, all because Alexander was a stand-in for Alec, her lost love. But one day, she tricked him into signing the divorce papers and said, "I never loved you." Devastation clung to him, his gaze clouded by despair. "You can't leave. I won't sign." Then Alec returned as a conglomerate heir. She searched his face for love and found none-until she turned away. He cracked, tears falling. "I'm sorry," he begged. "I love you."/1/113336/coverorgin.jpg?v=dde38e831d50524ffef3837c375349b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pregnant Heiress: Rising From The Grave
I was kneeling on a Persian rug in my custom Vera Wang, staring at the headline that ended my life: my father had been arrested for a massive Ponzi scheme. I reached for my phone to call my groom, Claudius, but he disconnected the line. Then I heard the sound that stopped my heart—the deadbolt sliding home from the outside. Two floors down, my mother-in-law was already calculating the cost of my survival. To save the family’s stock prices, they decided a "grieving widower" was better than a disgraced bride. Claudius didn't even flinch. He downed a whiskey and gave the order to the staff. "Do it." The door swung open, but it wasn't my husband. It was the housekeeper and a maid wearing medical gloves. They pinned me down, ignoring my screams, and plunged a syringe of potassium chloride into my neck. They scattered pills across the floor, staging a perfect suicide while I felt my heart rhythm fail. "I'm pregnant. Please." I sobbed into the silk cushions, but they didn't pause. As the darkness swallowed the room, I realized my entire marriage had been a transaction, and I was now a liability to be liquidated. How could the man I loved sign my death warrant? Why was my best friend already wearing my engagement ring before my body was even cold? But they forgot one thing: I was an Elliott, and we always have a contingency plan. The poison didn't kill me; it only woke me up. When I stood up from that chaise lounge, the bride was gone. I was holding the secret ledger that would burn their empire to the ground. "Have a lovely audit."/1/110741/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ee5f421de55fea48e27f378ec6bf9bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She's The Phantom Goddess The World Is Obsessed With!
Kristina gave Matthew three years of her life after marrying him, staying by his side through every bitter day of his paralysis, every treatment, and every long silent night. She loved him completely, certain one day he would love her back. But when Matthew recovered, the woman in his heart returned, and Kristina became disposable. The world sneered that an orphan like her had only married for money. Then the truth came out: she was the doctor he had searched for, a famous designer, a phantom racer, and the woman behind an empire. By the time Matthew regretted losing her and begging for a second chance, his uncle was already at her side. "Sorry. She's my wife now."/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."/1/101333/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb7cd928ef844766aa62e7ed43c93b72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival
When she's preparing dinner for him, he's out there dating; When she's drinking with men to get a business deal for him, he is announcing to be single for the price of his stock; When she drags herself to the hospital in high fever, he's at the same hospital, taking care of his ex girl friend. She loved him for ten years. She did everything for him and gave him everything she had. She thought their love can never die, yet it did. She doesn't hate him. She's just tired. She turns and left him, only to see that there was a firm chest that has been waiting for her all this time. She is also the one adored in another man's eyes, and when she finally gets a taste of being loved, she realize-- He has never loved her. That day he gets back home, only to be shocked that the woman who has always been there for him was gone. Regret taking over him as he chases after her, only to see another man saying the scared oath on the alter with their hands holding together. That was when he realized-- The innocent girl who loved him, the most precious treasure that he as ever got in his life, is gone. He lost the best thing that has ever been his. Two broken hearts. One fake marriage. A thousand buried secrets. Eva thought love would be enough to keep them together. Ten years loving Stephan. Five years married to him. And one tragic accident that shattered everything they ever were, she's left with a stranger wearing her husband's face. Until the day she finally walks away. And that's when she meets Micah, her ex-husband's enemy, the man who once set her marriage on fire just by existing. He proposes to her a dangerous deal: a one-year marriage that will make Stephan regret ever letting her go. But what starts as a game to wound her ex soon spirals into something raw, tender, and terrifyingly real. Only, Micah isn't what he seems. Behind his easy smile are secrets she was never meant to find, secrets that could destroy them both. And when the truth comes out, love might not be enough to save anyone. When the lies unravel... will her heart choose forgiveness - or freedom?/1/111391/coverorgin.jpg?v=b918cf6eb8483c61b2ac2e6685182c9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero
On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force./1/105551/coverorgin.jpg?v=43508b6f8e0f84a2d19b44b16f053b1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bought By The Coldhearted Media Mogul
My bank account was four hundred dollars in the red when my brother called me screaming from the most exclusive club in Manhattan. He said he was going to be killed or arrested, and I was the only one who could save him from the mess he’d made. When I arrived at The Onyx, I found my brother on his knees, accused of assaulting a high-profile socialite. But instead of begging for my help, he pointed a shaking finger at me and screamed, "It was her! My sister set the whole thing up because she wanted money!" The man watching the chaos from the shadows was Adrian Clemons—the billionaire CEO of the company where I worked as a lowly assistant. He didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me with a profound, exhausted disgust, as if I were a stain on his expensive rug. To save his own skin, my brother didn't just lie; he offered me up like a piece of tradeable property. "She'll do anything," he pleaded with the billionaire. "She’s clean, she’s obedient. Just don't send me to jail!" Adrian didn't call the police. Instead, he made a cold, terrifying business proposal: "Lend her to me for one year. I wipe your debt, and the cops stay away." My brother didn't even blink before he snapped, "Done. Take her." I was whisked away to City Hall in a silent Rolls Royce, signing a marriage license before I could even process the betrayal. I wasn't a bride; I was a "human asset" bought to help a cold-blooded monster secure his inheritance. The moment my hand accidentally brushed his during the signing, he recoiled as if I were contagious, his face turning a ghostly, panicked white. He made it clear that I was nothing more than a prop, a girl from the slums meant to spite his elitist mother. As the heavy iron gates of the Clemons estate slammed shut behind me that night, I realized I hadn't just saved my brother. I had entered a golden cage owned by a man who hated my touch, but owned my life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days./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./1/125668/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f4b07f21526a860e99718756bb61f0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped In His Dark Possessive Embrace
Brandy Clarke's life looks perfect from the outside. But behind closed doors, her marriage is a hollow shell, held together by obligation and indifference. Her husband barely pretends to care, and his mistresses have started sending her photos just to prove it. Then a single phone call changes everything. Barron Payne-billionaire heir to the most ruthless family in the country-is locked inside his penthouse, unresponsive, burning with fever, his body broken by wounds inflicted by his own blood. Because of her. She's the only one with a key. The only one he's ever trusted. The only one he's ever wanted. Brandy rushes through a storm to save him, telling herself it's just professional duty. But when Barron wakes and finds her standing over him, the ice between them shatters. He's furious. Obsessed. Desperate. And he refuses to let her walk away again-even if it means locking her in his building, even if it means walking barefoot into a hurricane just to ask her one question. "Do you care?" She's married to another man. His family wants her destroyed. The scandal could ruin them both. But when Barron Payne finally claims what's his, not even the storm can put out the fire. A billionaire romance about obsession, betrayal, and the love that almost kills you before it saves you./1/126317/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e027fa4d4e8d4ca33a84a62d9db6dee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stranger Who Slept with Me Is the Ice God
At my lavish engagement party, I slipped away to surprise my fiancé. Instead, I found him in a dimly lit study, passionately kissing my stepmother. They weren't just having an affair; they were plotting to steal my mother's trust fund. "I put a little something in her champagne. By morning, she'll be the laughingstock of New York," my stepmother purred. She had arranged for a known felon to assault me in a hotel room upstairs, planning to invite reporters for my "walk of shame" so I'd lose my inheritance forever. Hunted by them and burning from the drug, I crawled across a narrow balcony ledge and fell right into a dangerous stranger's penthouse. To avoid the horrific fate my family planned, I chose my own destroyer, pleading with the cold-eyed stranger for help, my body burning with the drug. Returning home the next morning, my father furiously accused me of running off with a tramp and ruining the family name. My stepmother stood by his side, playing the sweet, concerned peacemaker while her eyes gleamed with smug victory. The naive girl who loved her family died in that hotel room. I finally saw them for the monsters they were. Instead of defending myself, I hung my head and spoke in a trembling, obedient voice, begging them for forgiveness. Let them think they had successfully broken me. When they least expected it, I would burn their world to the ground./1/107824/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf285472c43b3d7fb58a29c5353544c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Silent Revenge
I haven't spoken a word in three years. As a professional art restorer, I spent my days fixing seventeenth-century Dutch oils and playing the role of the perfect, silent wife to billionaire Arno Rutledge. I thought our marriage was a cold but stable arrangement, a gilded cage I had accepted to keep my father’s medical bills paid. That illusion shattered when I found a VIP hospital pass in Arno's suit pocket. Following the trail, I discovered my husband was keeping a woman named Serena on life support in a restricted wing. He wasn't just paying for her care; he was micromanaging her vitals from a tablet like a volatile stock portfolio, obsessed with controlling her every breath while lying to me about late-night board meetings. When I confronted him at the hospital, the mask of the refined businessman slipped. He didn't offer an apology; he offered a violent shove. I crashed into a glass display case, the shards slicing deep into my dominant hand—the hand I used to restore history. As blood pulsed onto the white tiles, Arno didn't even look back. He was too busy cradling the other woman’s hand, leaving me to stitch my own mangled flesh together with industrial glue in a public restroom. Back at the penthouse, the nightmare only escalated. When I tried to pack my bags, Arno froze my bank accounts and reminded me that he controlled the ventilator keeping my father alive. He dragged me into my studio, snapped my custom sable brushes in front of my face, and forced himself on me atop my own workbench. "You’re an asset, Edlyn," he whispered against my skin. "And right now, you’re underperforming." He told me that since my hands were now "broken equipment," I had to find other ways to compensate for my lack of value. He thought he had successfully liquidated my soul, leaving me a hollow shell trapped in his high-rise fortress. But Arno made one fatal mistake. He thinks because I am mute, I am also blind. He thinks because he broke my hand, I have lost my touch. He doesn't realize that a restorer’s greatest skill isn't her hands—it's her ability to see the hidden rot beneath the surface. He wants to treat me like a line item on a balance sheet? Fine. I’m about to show him exactly what happens when an asset decides to set the entire portfolio on fire./1/108149/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac32d64cfe065791dd0774ecc4fc844d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/25415/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbd5e78594ad6eb56d53f8a2cad39fdc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Queen (The Forgotten Heiress)
Queenie has a hidden secret, her identity should not be known by everyone, because of this she is forgotten by the people in her world. She's not an ordinary woman yet, let's say she's strong, but what can she do with what the past has set for her? A strongest woman and a famous man will meet, but are they destined for each other or is this where the past begins? Do they know the real past or is it just fiction? The past tried by forbidden love, will it also happen to them?/1/117883/coverorgin.jpg?v=b100c2f16aa070304cdb61e0b9aa93b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Cousin
For two years, Chloe Sullivan lived in a gilded cage, playing the perfect, quiet wife to Ryan Astor in a loveless marriage of convenience. Until a high-resolution photo of Ryan passionately kissing actress Sienna Sterling dominated the internet. Sienna's fans launched a digital crusade, hailing the affair as true love while viciously cyberbullying Chloe as a hollow, gold-digging obstacle. But public humiliation wasn't enough for Ryan. To void their ironclad prenup and leave her with absolutely nothing, he orchestrated a sickening trap. He lured her to an exclusive club under the guise of meeting her divorce lawyer, and had a sleazy friend slip a heavy drug into her water. "Once we have photos of her in bed with another man, she'll sign anything just to make it go away." Chloe's limbs went heavy as the drug burned through her veins. She was dragged down a dim hallway, shoved into a dark restroom, and felt a stranger's hands tearing at her dress. She had endured his constant indiscretions and kept her end of their bargain, yet he was willing to completely destroy her dignity and life just to play the victim. As her vision blurred and terror consumed her, she used her last ounce of strength to whisper a desperate plea for help. But Ryan's perfect setup failed. When Chloe finally opened her eyes the next morning, she wasn't surrounded by flashing cameras in a cheap hotel room. She was safe in a luxurious penthouse, and sitting beside her bed was the one man Ryan was absolutely terrified of—the true, ruthless heir to the empire, Julian Astor IV./1/113991/coverorgin.jpg?v=4992d43ad99bc3068b2c5b58bdf12c8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mad Heiress's Dangerous Mercenary Lover
I spent ten years locked in an asylum, heavily sedated, until my wealthy family dragged me back to their Hamptons estate. I pretended to be a brain-damaged lunatic to survive. They didn't bring me back out of love. The Holden family was bleeding money, and they desperately needed me dead to inherit my massive trust fund shares. My step-cousin Cristian was the mastermind behind the purge. First, he tried to quietly murder our billionaire grandfather with a mutated toxic orchid. Then, he ordered a guard to drop a deadly Gaboon viper into my bedroom in the dead of night. My father was a spineless coward, my mother was drugged into a stupor by the family doctor, and my brother was a crippled addict. They all stood by as I was thrown into the freezing mud, treated like garbage. "She is a disgrace to this family! Get her back to the asylum immediately!" My uncle roared, completely unaware that my brain was forged in a decade of clandestine warfare. But the strangest part wasn't my hidden combat skills. It was that my blood relatives could suddenly hear my cold, tactical inner thoughts. Through my silent, telepathic broadcasts, I exposed Cristian's poison to my grandfather, woke my mother from her chemical haze, and turned my paralyzed brother into a ruthless, blood-soaked protector. Still playing the shivering, crazy girl, I smiled in the dark. The real war had just begun./1/115289/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0d4bf04bc3c8a0a21c7bcfacd6c3237&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire
As Aurora lay dying of organ failure in the freezing ICU, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband on their son's fifth birthday. Instead of his voice, she heard the pop of champagne and the sweet laugh of his mistress, Jessica. Conrad snatched the phone, impatiently ordering Aurora not to "ruin the mood" with her irrelevant calls. But what truly pushed her into cardiac arrest was her five-year-old son's excited voice ringing through the speakerphone. "I wish for Auntie Jessica to be my new mommy!" "As long as you like it, Daddy will give you anything," Conrad promised without a second of hesitation. Aurora gagged on her own blood and flatlined, the heart monitor erupting into a piercing red alarm. She had swallowed her pride and wasted five years playing the perfect, submissive housewife, only to be thrown away like garbage by the two people she loved most. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion ended with her dying completely alone on a sterile mattress. But she didn't die. Snatched from the jaws of death by a mysterious billionaire from her past, she woke up in a luxury suite, fully healed. Looking at her pale, cold reflection in the window, the pathetic old Aurora died. She packed her battered suitcase, signed a brutal postnuptial agreement waiving every single cent of her husband's wealth, and dropped the divorce papers on the table. This time, she was leaving for good./1/113667/coverorgin.jpg?v=878e71abd33a3a5e5c607b2483d3ec7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
