Modern Books for Women
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Our Little Cupid: The Tycoon's Child In My Arms
After being forced out of her marriage because she could not have children, Allison's heart broke into pieces. She left for a sleepy town, hoping to find peace and mend her wounds. One day, she stumbled upon an abandoned baby boy and chose to raise him alone. Four years slipped by. One morning, a fleet of luxury cars rolled up to her modest house. A well-dressed man stepped out, holding a card. "Here's two million. Take it for raising my son." With a sly grin, the man replied, "Then both of you come home with me." Allison drew the child close. "He's my family. I will not let him go!"/1/115985/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518142241&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room. Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art. The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature. "You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly. Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls. Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards. When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor. She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life. Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier? Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire? Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch. And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow. The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate./1/115516/coverorgin.jpg?v=cff57b76141ef298c83a7d1427d48ed2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scumbag's Regret: My Lethal Comeback
When Karina opened her eyes, she had transmigrated from a blood-soaked war zone into the body of a despised, D-list Hollywood "vase." Before she could even process the glaring lights, the lead actress went entirely off-script, swinging a vicious slap right at her face. Karina's muscle memory took over, nearly crushing the woman's wrist in a steel grip, but a much harsher reality was waiting for her back home. The original owner had maxed out every credit card to buy a Ferrari and Rolexes for a scumbag idol named Kole, leaving Karina buried under a staggering three million dollar debt. To make matters worse, Kole and the lead actress were teaming up as the main couple on a hit wilderness dating show. Her agent told her she was contractually obligated to join the cast as their pathetic, obsessed ex-girlfriend, while millions of rabid fans spammed death threats online, waiting to watch her cry and break. To a warlord who had crawled out of mass graves, this cyberbullying was a joke, but the crushing capitalist debt was a real threat. "I'd like to see how hard the bones of these greenhouse flowers really are." Karina chopped off her cheap blonde hair, scrubbed off the hideous makeup to reveal a lethal, flawless face, and packed her tactical survival gear. If they wanted to use her as a stepping stone, she was going to show them what a real massacre looked like—while a certain untouchable A-list actor secretly listened to every bloodthirsty thought echoing in her mind./1/105817/coverorgin.jpg?v=c748f1ef66f8ecd37797fe4917fb7ef3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns
I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress. The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton’s "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed. Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so." The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position. I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night. Easton thinks I’m a penniless housewife who won’t last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I’m Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I’m returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees./1/115047/coverorgin.jpg?v=978f0eeb18bb77125ad019c654b60d6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress
Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest./1/116455/coverorgin.jpg?v=63e16bee786247f3f4eb121f770be7ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Possessive Billionaire Boss
I carefully hid my terrifying reality to protect my fragile little brother. By day, I was just a poor, invisible foster kid trying to survive in a chaotic home. Then, my foster parents brought home Jadyn. He flashed a flawless, sunny smile, but he was a manipulative sociopath who charmed everyone while secretly targeting us. He stole my brother's art prize money to buy a luxury guitar, crushed his heartfelt drawings, and played the humble victim perfectly. My foster parents treated him like the perfect son, while I was painted as the jealous, angry villain. At school, he became the golden boy, destroying innocent girls who liked him and throwing them to the wolves to build his saintly reputation. I endured his midnight torture and twisted psychological games just to keep my brother safe. I thought if I kept my head down and suffered in silence, I could survive his torment until graduation. I thought Jadyn was the worst monster I had to face. But I was wrong. During the school's spring festival, while Jadyn was soaking up everyone's worship on stage, a deafening roar filled the sky. A sleek, black helicopter landed right on the field. Eduardo Olsen, the ruthless billionaire who secretly controlled my life in the shadows, stepped out. He completely ignored the frantic principal and walked straight past a stunned Jadyn. He grabbed my wrist and kissed my hand in front of the entire school. My carefully hidden hell was just dragged into the blinding light./1/107851/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e1b7c1cbb12e8901bb79ea1a3c65147&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day
I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end. My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him for his birthday. He wasn't alone; my best friend, Chloe, followed him into the room, wearing the vintage Givenchy dress I had saved for our anniversary gala. Jordan didn't look like a grieving man; he looked bored as he held up a blue folder confirming that my family's offshore trust had finally cleared. Chloe giggled, leaning over me to ask if I finally realized it was the engagement wine she had spiked seven days ago. Jordan brushed a cold hand over my forehead, calling me a "perfect little asset" before pulling Chloe into a hungry kiss right over my dying body. To ensure there was no turning back, he pulled out a silver lighter and set my living will on fire, watching the only document that could have saved me turn to ash. I tried to scream, to curse them both to hell for stealing my life and my legacy, but all that came out was a wet, rattling wheeze. My own father, I would later learn, had known about the takeover and chose the profit over his own daughter's life. As the darkness swallowed me whole, I made a silent, desperate promise: if there was anything after this, I would come back and destroy every single one of them. I gasped, my body jerking upright as air rushed into my lungs like liquid fire. I wasn't in Switzerland, and there was no poison in my veins. I was back in my Manhattan bedroom, staring at a phone that read June 12—the morning of the wedding, the day I was supposed to die, and the day I decided to burn their world to the ground./1/110354/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ae173b4b1761b6cb233f92c2cddef2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veiled Auction Queen: Bidding For His Ex-Wife's Heart
While Emilia mourned at her mother's funeral, her husband Daniel celebrated his first love's birthday. Heartbroken, she left divorce papers and walked away alone. Five years later, at an auction, a veiled chief auctioneer captivated the crowd-rumor said someone once offered millions just to see her face. Daniel finally found the woman he'd searched for all these years and cornered her. "Still running away?" "I never agreed. What about my children?" "Then explain these," he said, pointing at three adorable kids before him. "We're divorced. Leave me alone." "I got rid of them five years ago."/0/83134/coverorgin.jpg?v=594543361d513cd263696b6158484b18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Uncle Is My Second Chance
Vivian gave up her dreams to become the perfect wife. She cooked, cleaned, smiled-until the day her husband broke her completely. One stormy night, lost and crying in the rain, she was almost hit by a stranger's car. That stranger was Dominic. Kind. Protective. Mysterious. And nothing like her cold, controlling husband. As she recovers in Dominic's care, she begins to rediscover the woman she used to be-smart, strong, and capable. But just when she starts to heal, her past comes knocking again. Can she leave it all behind? Or will love give her the strength to fight for herself for the first time/0/88453/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1bbf69b16457647d6c7e1d0d860a411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Back For Blood: My Vengeful Comeback As A Billionaire Tycoon
Cornered, Melinda cut a desperate deal with the man she most hated-Declan, the ex‑husband who bankrupted her family for another woman's revenge. Days were spent enduring that woman's petty cruelties; nights found her submitting to Declan's cold desire while she hunted the truth. He later watched, unmoved, as his beloved pushed Melinda from a rooftop. Years on, she returned a self‑made billionaire, child in arms, and crushed his fortune. Choked with emotion, he begged, "I was wrong-remarry me." Looping her arm through his rival's, she answered, "Never." Declan looked at the miniature version of himself in her arms and shattered./0/36829/coverorgin.jpg?v=c31e70f4b10ae8ebf00777e0b5b561ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarry My Perfect Husband
In her previous life, Kathryn mistakenly trusted in Caylee and Edmund. As a result of her foolish naivete, her family was destroyed and she was burned alive. Now that she was reborn, she vowed to tear down their facade and see them for who they truly were. She would avenge the tragic ending of her previous life and cherish her perfect husband Willard, who was the only one who was there for her in her previous life. After getting married, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “With you, my life is perfect.” "Really? What if you want to divorce me in the future?" “Never! In fact, let’s make a baby tonight. From now on, if you dare to look at another woman, I’ll break your legs.”/1/100499/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6dabf2e59aade71f4bdaab7cb07f1f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She's Back, With The World In Her Grasp
Bound by a promise to her savior, Kaelyn hid her true self and dedicated everything to supporting Leland as his housewife. When his first love reappeared, however, she was tossed aside without a second thought. Heartbroken, Kaelyn left and reclaimed her true identity-a miraculous doctor, racing champion, and the mastermind behind the very project that Leland obsessed over. Seeing her brilliance, Leland begged for another chance. But his uncle had Kaelyn in his arms, their wedding shocking the world. Only then did everyone learn the big shot had loved her in secret for years!/1/107852/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260209000213&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride
I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name. Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her." Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card. "She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her." I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed. I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck. I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned. "Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms. I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives./0/54038/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250806045325&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Remedies: Falling For My Stoic Hero
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."/0/79694/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc923103c8cb7cefe8f5b44bb4046af6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pawn To Queen: My Sweet Escape From A Manipulative Lover
The moment Melanie grasped she was merely a clever piece sliding across Greyson's grand chessboard, she tore herself free without blinking. Not a day later, Greyson watched a swarm of suitors orbit her like moths around a flame; spite boiled over, and he cursed the urge to chain her wrist to his own. Bent on breaking his hold, Melanie threw everything she had at her escape, her heart aching for freedom. Greyson summoned a last reserve of strength to free her, yet five tortured minutes later he collapsed, hands shaking, begging, "If you're going, can you take me with you?"/0/73593/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250405095008&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last Bow
On the day the Chancellor's estate was seized, Eleanor Quinn was reborn. When she opened her eyes, she saw her eldest sister laughing at the servants scrambling over scraps of food. "You foolish people! Do you think the Chancellor's estate lacks food or silver? Fighting over a stale bread roll--if word gets out, our family's reputation will be in shambles!" Without hesitation, Eleanor took advantage of the chaos, gathering the fallen bread rolls and stuffing them into the hands of her two younger sisters. Then, she plucked the pearls and jewels from her elder sister's hair, removed her earrings, and placed them in their mother's hands. "Our dear sister is a celestial being who neither eats nor drinks," Eleanor said coolly. "But we're just ordinary people who need food to survive. In that case, these worldly possessions clearly don't matter to her."/0/18058/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813193214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving is a SIN
Five Years ago she lost all her memories " Alright I can slowly gain them back while making new ones" she said but sometimes their are things that are meant to be forgotten. What happens when an arrogant, bossy CEO and she who became a waitress working for him comes together? He was named one of the youngest billionaire's in the world; "To repay the favor, Be My Lover!" He said. He was relentless to get her and she was the rabbit in his cage without knowing it; Will Love or Disaster Come About!!!/1/116457/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519110808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows
Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway. Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him. "I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood. "Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared. Die, for all I care." The line went dead. The silence was heavier than the twisted metal crushing her. As she flatlined in the back of an ambulance, memories of her pathetic life flashed before her. She was just the orphaned daughter of their driver, a charity case they bullied, used, and discarded. His sister stole her designs, and Brenton's love was nothing but a manipulative chain to control her. She had given that family her entire life, her talent, and her heart. Why did her absolute devotion only earn her a cruel, lonely death while he celebrated his new marriage? When Khloe opened her eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone. She was standing in the Waldorf Astoria suite, wearing the pristine white silk gown from her engagement party a year ago. Staring at the drugged champagne Brenton expected her to drink, she picked up a heavy crystal decanter instead. This time, she would make the rules./1/113172/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526185517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire Fiancé, You Don't Deserve Me
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true. For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married. "Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said. My life shattered in that instant. Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions. At the end, Mireya had killed me. If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya./1/108010/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
