Modern Books for Women
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FOR ORLA: A MOTHER'S REVENGE
Liora Callaguan's life completely changes when her daughter Orla is unjustly taken from her, and the man responsible walks free. Once a devoted baker, wife, and mother, Liora's grief transforms into a relentless pursuit of justice. Determined to confront her child's killer, Liora's actions lead to her imprisonment. Behind bars, she encounters others who share her pain, and together, they unravel a mysterious case, finding healing along the way. Can Liora navigate this new path and rediscover hope amidst this tragedy?/1/110445/coverorgin.jpg?v=42977c0ced7d68c234461b95b181b1cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dump The Cheater, Marry The King: The Unrivaled CEO Claimed Me As Wife
When Leanna caught her fiancé in another woman's arms, she didn't cry, beg, or break. Instead, she walked straight toward the one man no one dared approach. Leanna had assumed she'd slept with her fiancé's uncle, but she soon realized the dangerously composed man was far more than what he seemed. Behind his calm gaze hid one secret identity after another. Worst of all, she had believed the rumors that he was an impotent man, until he gripped her wrist, pinned her beneath him, and declared firmly, "You will carry my child." Red-faced, Leanna answered, "Okay."/1/116610/coverorgin.jpg?v=74490d6cc4b9c13cfcb443925b063569&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride: The CEO's Contract Marriage
Chloe Sinclair was running for her life in a freezing downpour, tearing her custom silk wedding dress just to escape the security guards her own family had sent to hunt her down. To save their failing company, her father was forcing her to marry Dalton Gray, a notorious junkie from an over-leveraged family. When she refused, her family framed her in a fake sex scandal. They leaked photos to the press, publicly branding her a spoiled, promiscuous disgrace who had suffered a mental breakdown. While she hid in a dark alley, bleeding and frozen, she discovered their ultimate betrayal. Her stepmother had hired a stand-in bride to wear her heavy veil. They were going to forge Chloe's signature at the altar tonight, legally binding her to Dalton's massive debts and selling her into financial slavery. Her trust fund was frozen. Her credit cards were blocked. She was entirely alone. She couldn't understand how her own flesh and blood could be so monstrous. They were willing to bury her alive just to secure a bank loan. The heartbreak and humiliation burned away her tears, leaving nothing but a cold, explosive rage. "I am going to drag them out into the light and ruin them myself." Instead of hiding, Chloe struck a dangerous deal with Carlisle Holder, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street. Armed with his resources and wearing a stolen maid's uniform, she hacked the wedding venue's security grid, ready to broadcast her family's filthy secrets to the entire world./1/114988/coverorgin.jpg?v=86a240f051c68541688fcab2d98fd28f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge
I lived my entire life in a beautiful, naive bubble, completely trusting my husband and my best friend. That was until they tied me to a chair, slit my vocal cords, and set my family's estate on fire. As the flames crept closer, my husband Demarco calmly crushed my diamond wedding ring under his leather heel. My best friend Cristin walked in, leaning against his shoulder and pouring her champagne onto the floorboards to fuel the fire. "Your grandfather didn't just have a stroke. The medication swap was incredibly easy to arrange." Looking down at my bleeding body, they casually confessed to murdering the only person who had ever truly protected me, all to swallow the Bridges empire. I couldn't even scream. I could only suffocate in the thick black smoke as they turned their backs and locked the heavy oak door behind them. Why was I so blind? How could the two people I loved most treat me like disposable garbage? In my final moments of agonizing pain and pure, concentrated fury, I pulled out the detonator my grandfather had secretly left me. I pressed the button, blowing the estate and all of us to hell. But the burning stopped. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at a pristine crystal chandelier. I was fifteen years old again, lying in my childhood bedroom, right before my treacherous uncle and those parasites started tearing my family apart. And I didn't come back empty-handed. This time, I am not the naive heiress./1/106553/coverorgin.jpg?v=8889eeed04bf2059e93df62eb432abff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stolen Sapphire: His Fake Girlfriend
I returned to New York after three years in Paris, sick and broken, with nothing but a venomous vow to reclaim my life. I looked like a total disaster in my scuffed boots and ripped jeans, a far cry from the Stanton heiress I once was. On the flight home, a glossy magazine headline hit me like a physical blow: my half-sister Aryana was celebrating a fairytale engagement while wearing my dead mother's sapphire pendant. The necklace was my only legacy, stolen by the interlopers who had usurped my place the moment I vanished. Things spiraled into a nightmare before I even landed. I accidentally spilled milk all over a powerful billionaire, Denis Stephens, and then fainted directly into his arms during turbulence. At the hospital, my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend mocked my illness, snapping photos of me looking like a "pregnant" mess to ruin my reputation. When I finally fought my way to the family manor to snatch the necklace back, my father tried to hit me, and my ex accused me of becoming a whore in Europe. I couldn't understand how my own father could freeze my bank accounts and treat me like a criminal while my sister played house with my mother's jewels. I was back in the orbit of the Manhattan elite, but I was a pariah with a target on my back and a body that was failing me. Then, the final blow came. I rear-ended a Bentley belonging to Denis Stephens-the same man I'd humiliated on the plane. With six figures in damages and zero dollars in my pocket, I was completely at his mercy. "You're going to be my date tonight," He commanded, pulling me into a high-stakes game of fake romance and cold revenge that I wasn't sure I'd survive./0/43610/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa4fabf48f61e65f94e98e09fabca8c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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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./1/114340/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1a2fc5c0ecdd4342074c81fd93ee701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Runaway Wife And Secret Heir
I was arrested for defending myself against an assaulter, shivering in a freezing holding cell. The man who walked in to bail me out was Keven Armstrong, my billionaire ex-husband. He looked at my bruised wrists with utter disgust, tossed his lawyer's card on the bench, and sneered to his friend. "This is exactly what I was telling you. She always finds a way to make a mess of things." He still thought I divorced him four years ago because he was on the verge of bankruptcy. He didn't know I had secretly sold the only apartment he left me to anonymously save his company from ruin. He also didn't know I was raising his four-year-old son in a cramped house, where my own mother cursed me as a gold-digging disgrace and drove us out onto the street. Desperate to give my son a home, I finally landed a high-paying finance job. But on my very first day, I discovered my new company had just been acquired by Keven's empire. He singled me out in a mandatory staff meeting, publicly humiliating me for my four-year resume gap, and then summoned me to his corner office. He pulled out his checkbook, his eyes full of cold contempt. "How much to make you disappear? Just name your price and get out of my sight." I looked at the man whose empire I had secretly built, swallowing the bitter truth of our child's existence. This time, I refused to run away./0/19277/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6ffceb1adc4e6fd53c3931622443369&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Second Chance With The Obsessive CEO
She died in the flames. Then she woke up three days earlier-with a second chance and a list of names. Stella Thorne remembers everything. The fire. The betrayal. The cold smile on her fiancé's face as he pushed her into the inferno. But when she opens her eyes, she's not dead. She's back at the Vanity Fair gala, three hours before her nightmare began. This time, she's not playing nice. She humiliates her step-sister on live television, destroys her ex-fiancé's plans, and does the one thing no one expects: she kisses Axel Sterling-the cold Wall Street heir she publicly despised in her first life-in front of the entire world. Axel Sterling has loved her for ten painful years. He knows she's using him. He knows this sudden obsession is probably a lie. But he doesn't care. He marries her at midnight. He locks her in his penthouse. He calls it protection. But when she whispers another man's name in her sleep, the fragile peace shatters. Now Axel faces a choice: confront the woman he loves, or destroy the ghost she can't forget. One of them won't survive the truth./1/106555/coverorgin.jpg?v=490e09a3cdffbd03eb259a804ef8066b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up Married To My Mysterious Boss
I woke up to a rhythmic thumping against the wall of our luxury apartment. I thought it was just a nightmare, but when I pushed open the bedroom door, the reality was much worse. My fiancé, Ignacio, was entangled with a blonde on the very sofa I had paid for three months ago. When he saw me, there was no guilt in his eyes, only cold annoyance. "I'm bored of the 'good girl' act, Aria," he said, standing up with terrifying casualness. "And frankly, I'm bored of waiting for your stepfather's money to clear." Before I could even process his words, he grabbed my arm and shoved me out into the hallway. He didn't let me grab my shoes or my phone. He just tossed my trench coat at my face and slammed the door, locking me out of my own life. Barefoot and shivering in the October rain, I wandered into a speakeasy and drank until the world blurred. That’s where I met him—a man who looked like a prince and radiated a dangerous kind of power. In a drunken, desperate haze, I asked him if he was for hire. I needed a husband to spite Ignacio, and he was the most expensive-looking man in the room. "Marry me," I pleaded, and to my shock, he agreed. We hit a twenty-four-hour chapel, signed the papers, and I passed out in the back of his Maybach. The next morning, I woke up in a penthouse on Billionaire’s Row. The man, Burke, stood there in a towel and handed me a bill for fifty thousand dollars for his "overnight services." I was terrified. My family was bankrupt, I was homeless, and now I owed a massive debt to a high-end escort I had accidentally married in a blackout. I fled to a job interview at Justice Group, hoping to earn enough to pay him off and disappear. But when I sat down in the waiting room, the "gigolo" was sitting right there, wearing a suit and holding a newspaper. "Don't tell anyone we know each other," I hissed, thinking he was just another desperate applicant. "Why? Ashamed of your husband?" he teased. Then the HR assistant called our names together, and I realized my nightmare was only just beginning./0/93902/coverorgin.jpg?v=1556307954fae09c685d08d0adc6ec07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Seduction: The Man They All Feared Is Mine
It was city gossip that Aiden Elliott, a powerful figure, was old, hideous, and close to death. For money, Millie's greedy father, sly stepmother, and jealous stepsister forced her into marrying this so-called dying man. Refusing to give in, Millie rebelled by spending the night with a male escort-only to find out later he was the very man she was set to marry, the rumored tyrant himself. "I'm old and ugly?" "Impotent?" "You want a divorce?" Aiden wouldn't let her go. From then on, Millie became his cherished wife, pampered and protected, envied by everyone./1/124402/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb189d10c2622343120a22a66f083a26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Lethal Savior: No Master Here
Serena woke up tied to a rusted iron chair in an abandoned warehouse, her mind completely wiped clean except for her name. A foul-smelling thug walked in with a bloodstained baseball bat, ready to torture her and the kidnapped five-year-old boy strapped to the chair next to hers. But before his blow could land, a terrifying muscle memory hijacked her body. She effortlessly dislocated her own wrist to escape the military-grade knots, broke his nose, and crushed his windpipe with textbook tactical precision. When the boy's father, the ruthless Wall Street tyrant Silas Sterling, stormed in with his mercenaries, he threw a background check in her face. He accused her of being the mastermind—an eighteen-year-old trailer park delinquent with a history of petty vandalism. He sneered at her cheap clothes and smeared makeup, certain she was just greedy street trash. But a cheap delinquent wouldn't know Pentagon-level psychological de-escalation protocols to calm his traumatized son. And a street rat certainly wouldn't possess the alien medical technology and surgical skills to bring his grandmother back from a flatline brain death. Every instinct in Serena's body screamed that this identity was a hastily forged trap, but she had no memory of her past. She tossed the fake file back onto his mahogany desk and signed his hundred-million-dollar contract. "Enroll me in the prep school from this fake file. I am going to find out who I actually am."/1/121807/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec969056133200b89306dd49183f2397&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Prison, Conquer Them All
After three years in prison for a crime she never committed, Corinna was reborn. This lifetime, she had one rule: never be used again. In her last life, her family sacrificed her for their fake daughter. This time, she left prison early and cut them off. The fake heiress showed up with her ex-fiancé to flaunt her triumph. "He is marrying me. I'm sure you don't mind, right?" She sneered and married Jayden, the city's richest man. Jayden thought their marriage was a contract-until her secrets surfaced: genius healer, brilliant artist, racing queen... When her family begged, she sent them to jail. When her ex crawled back, she laughed. "In your dreams!" Meanwhile, her husband-the very same man who'd sworn this marriage would be strictly business-suddenly started chasing after her with a fierce devotion she never saw coming. By day, he was her rock, standing firmly beside her. By night, he turned on the charm, doing everything in his power to make sure she never walked away./1/106234/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4e39eadd3583c7794a6dfff827d4b90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming. Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped. "I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?" He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building. My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die. I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose. I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit. "Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession. I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York./0/24149/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6dd50b2e6df080832a5990a7c30bb35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
La Elora: Vengeance & Lenience
The future of the two Great Empires lies in the line. Meredith, Ashriel's grandmother died in the hands of her adopted son. Blinded by her rage, Ashriel formed a Cadre that seeks vengeace and eradicates the Quislings. "All I want is to live a normal life, father." "Ashriel, I'm sorry. But you carry the pride of the family." "Pride... that's the thing that I never dreamed bear." Being the new foundation of the Great Empires, engaged with the person she does not love and a comrade with the person she cares about the most, how will she balance her duty and personal life? Being the youngest grandchild, some nobles of fair façade refused to support her rulership that became a mountain to her path. But a dead resurrected, and the hidden truth behind the Great Revolt and Meredith’s death was revealed. Knowing the weight of farewell, how can she live and love knowing that everything dear to her will come to an end? What happens when Ashriel chooses vengeance? What happens when she chooses Lenience? There is no salvation in rebellion./1/121809/coverorgin.jpg?v=48e679df32cfd3578c93658b246303ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Twice: This Time, I Married His Uncle
After dying twice, Ashlyn finally saw the truth. Nicholas had never wanted her or her sister. They were only placeholders, women he could use, drain, and throw away. In her first life, he stole her research and mocked her as she died. In her second, he chose her sister-and destroyed them both. Reborn for a third time, both sisters stayed away from him. Ashlyn chose revenge. She married Eric, Nicholas's feared, wheelchair-bound uncle. She offered, "Help me find out who Nicholas truly wants to marry-and I'll make sure you get back on your feet." She paused, then added, voice colder, "And I'll make sure he burns for it." She thought it was a deal. The day it ended, however, Eric pinned her to the wall, his eyes red and his voice breaking. "Please... don't ever leave me."/1/123107/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce0a34b9526ffe40152f234a3533a5cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Offside: Four Top Champions Crave My Return
Have you ever dated a man the whole world idolized? I have. Not just one, but four. Every one of my ex-boyfriends now plays for the most prestigious football club in the world. I gave up my studies, my career, and everything I had for love, only to be dumped four times in a row. They thought I'd never recover, let alone stand beside them again. Instead, I built my own football team from the ground up, led it to the top, and stood across the pitch from the men who once broke my heart. This time, they weren't fighting for a championship. They were desperately fighting to win me back./1/107858/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd0e327aa80b6826f0791f3ce285be73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
