Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress
For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household. When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out. Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse. Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs. They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack. But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up. The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander. He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons. Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in. "Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe." Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin./1/108025/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f171f6f70774540d29add80f59ae093&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Pregnant Genius: No Escape
I spent six years as a "shadow asset" for the Holmes family, a brilliant scholar living in a cramped Queens apartment on a secret scholarship. I was their silent investment, a ghost in their machine, until the day a fluorescent orange eviction notice appeared on my door. The legal documents from Holmes Holdings were brutal. They were terminating my sponsorship and demanding immediate repayment of every cent of my tuition. The reason was buried in the fine print: a moral turpitude clause. I was pregnant with a Holmes heir, and in their world, that made me a liability that needed to be erased. Ingram Holmes, the family’s cold-blooded CEO, didn't see a woman; he saw a line item on a balance sheet. He offered me a million dollars to disappear, abort the child, and sign away my existence. He had me escorted to a private clinic like a criminal, ready to finalize my erasure. But the plan shattered when his grandmother, the matriarch of the family, collapsed in a sudden cardiac arrest. As the doctors failed, I stepped out of the shadows. I diagnosed the toxicity they couldn't see and brought her back from the brink of death. I wasn't the helpless charity case they expected. I was a genius who knew their medical secrets better than their own surgeons. "Who are you?" Ingram growled, pinning me against a desk in his frozen office. I didn't blink. I had just secured the family's ancient signet ring and a seat at their table. Now, I’m living in his manor, sharing his bed, and holding the keys to the vault that contains their darkest sins. "I'm the problem you can't afford to solve," I whispered. The game has changed. I’m no longer the asset—I’m the hunter./1/116630/coverorgin.jpg?v=74d886826af43bf0a15fa2d32d1858de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire
Ciara had just found out she was exactly six weeks pregnant. Overjoyed, she immediately dialed her billionaire husband, Alexzander, to share the news. But before she could speak, a chaotic crash echoed through the phone, followed by his raw, panicked roar. "Ellie, hold on!" Stunned by his desperate tone for another woman, Ciara didn't notice the heavy medical cart hurtling towards her until it smashed into her body. Covered in blood and clutching her cramping stomach in the emergency room, she fought to stay conscious. Suddenly, Alexzander rushed past her stretcher. He was frantically carrying Elliana—the heiress he claimed was just a legal obligation. He was so consumed with terror for Elliana that he didn't even glance down to see his own wife lying there, broken and bleeding. When Ciara later demanded a divorce, he trapped her against the sofa, his eyes cold and calculating. "Without my trust fund, you will lose everything. Are you truly prepared to throw away such privilege?" For four years, Ciara had endured the mockery of high society, believing his cold demeanor hid a deep love for her. But as she sat in their massive penthouse with a broken arm, she realized she might just be a cheap placeholder in his golden cage. When he finally returned, swearing on his empire that Ciara and the baby were his only priorities, Ciara stopped fighting. She stroked her stomach and accepted the truce. But the naive, trusting wife was dead. She would stay, but the moment she caught him in another lie, there would be no more tears—only absolute destruction./0/70794/coverorgin.jpg?v=027994b48334ede821187a8ca356bacd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Silence: Leaving Her CEO Husband
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"/1/114440/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527000819&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Jackpot Husband: I Won The Richest Man Alive
On the day she was meant to marry, Alana's fiancé ran off with another woman without any warning at all. Left with no choice, she entered a random matching system and was paired with a supposedly poor driver. Mocked by her ex and his new wife, she only laughed. "Regret? Not a chance." Everyone thought she was delusional. Until the day of her company's global celebration, when her "broke" husband stepped onto the stage under the spotlight, holding a rare diamond ring. "My dearest wife, it's my turn to take care of you." Only then did she realize-she had married the richest man alive!/1/113345/coverorgin.jpg?v=b97f4c85c89fbe6e6dc539b4ec796208&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife: Dancing With The Blackwell Devil
I was the invisible daughter of the Graves family, a living ghost in a house of gold. On the morning of my half-sister Brittny’s wedding to the terrifying Elliot Blackwell, I watched from the shadows as she escaped, leaving behind a ruined reputation and a bankrupt legacy. The panic in the foyer was a masterpiece of dysfunction. My father and stepmother realized their social ladder was burning to ash, and they only had one card left to play to save their fortune. "We promised them a bride," my stepmother whispered, her eyes settling on me like a butcher assessing a spare piece of meat. They didn't just want to sell me to the Blackwells; they planned to trigger a legal clause to steal my late mother’s multi-million dollar trust fund the moment I said "I do." I was being traded like a commodity to cover my father’s gambling debts, forced to marry a man the world whispered was a cold-blooded monster. To them, I was a sacrificial lamb, a spare part used to fix a broken machine. I stood there, listening to them plot my ruin, and I realized that in this house, blood wasn't thicker than water—it was just another currency. How could my own father sign away my life for a merger? Why did they think I would go quietly into the arms of a man who looked like he had just walked off a battlefield? But they didn't know I was the one who orchestrated Brittny's escape. As the armored Blackwell motorcade smashed through our front gates like a strike team, I didn't cry. I walked into the parlor with a transfer protocol of my own, forcing my father to return every cent of my inheritance before I ever touched that white silk dress. Elliot Blackwell didn't come for a wedding; he came for a head. When he gripped my chin, his eyes dark with a terrifying, predator-like clarity, I didn't flinch. "You're not the bride I paid for," he growled. "I'm the one you're getting," I whispered back. The game was just beginning, and for the first time in my life, I was playing for keeps./1/115848/coverorgin.jpg?v=7021b3163b1b347e83bfe1b93dd64f2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hunting Down My Mysterious Doctor Wife
I was the despised adopted daughter of the Sanders family, hiding behind heavy gothic makeup and enduring their daily disgust. The day my adoptive father died in a severe car crash, my adoptive mother and stepsister didn't even bother to call me. Instead, while his body was still warm, my mother filed a multi-million dollar life insurance claim. "I am not feeding a useless freak for another day. Pack your trash and get out." She kicked me out into the freezing rain, but that wasn't the worst of it. My stepsister Cornelia stole my greatest secret. Five years ago, I saved the life of Fidel Vaughan, a ruthless billionaire heir, from a burning estate. Cornelia claimed my identity, accepted a million-dollar reward, and secured a marriage proposal from him, burning my only proof to ashes. They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic high schooler they could discard and replace. But when I hacked the police files, I discovered my father's crash wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit, and the Vaughan Group had hijacked the traffic cameras to cover it up. I washed off the ugly black makeup, shedding the disguise of a pathetic outcast. I am Spectre, the world's most elusive hacker and underground doctor. I intercepted the billionaire heir's heavily armed convoy in the dead of night. They thought they could steal my life and murder my father, but now, I hold the needle that controls Fidel Vaughan's sanity, and I will make them all pay./1/107557/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2c93eefa6e8fda8ab0c5d43ddb7f400&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Coldhearted Surgeon's Billionaire Revenge
I stood at the edge of the red carpet, my pulse a steady seventy-two beats per minute. I wasn't the girl they broke eighteen years ago; I was a machine of flesh and bone, calibrated by the sterile lights of the operating theater. But the moment I stepped inside the Hamptons estate, the trap snapped shut. Belle Estrada stood on the stage, her emerald dress shimmering as she pointed a blood-red nail at me. She accused me of corporate espionage, flashing "stolen" lab data across the massive screens for the entire elite crowd to see. The room turned into a shark tank. When the family patriarch collapsed from a massive stroke, Bentley—the man who once watched them ruin me—didn't see a doctor rushing to help. He saw a criminal. He lunged at me, hissing that he would have my medical license revoked and blacklist me from every lab in the country. "This is over," he snarled. "I'll bury you until you're broke and begging." I looked at him and felt nothing but cold, analytical curiosity. They really thought they could steal my life's work a second time. They thought I was still the girl who would cry and beg for mercy while they carved up my future. "You can't blacklist the patent holder, Bentley," I said, my voice cutting through his rage like a scalpel. I held up my phone, displaying the official filing from the USPTO. I wasn't just a guest; I was the sole owner of the very drug they were trying to sell. And standing in the shadows was Julian Vance, the most feared venture capitalist in the city, waiting to collect on his investment. The Everetts wanted a war, but they didn't realize I had already bought the battlefield./0/49832/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260115163003&imageMogr2/format/webp)
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA.
Kaia an innocent, brave, and curious law intern finds herself in a lot of trouble with one of the feared drug lords Alphonso Romero, when she's caught filming evidence against him and his syndicate. In an attempt to escape from him, she runs into Aiden, a Mafia lord, and ends up getting kidnapped by him as he mistakes her for someone else. What will become of Kaia? Will Aiden release her when he finds out her true identity? or will he get rid of her?/1/107088/coverorgin.jpg?v=af2fa70d0d86c4278082adb9c6f1db99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: After 99 Divorces
I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together. "Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage. Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets. As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore. I never fought back. I just let them destroy me. Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations. The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began. The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far./0/79399/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251204140108&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Medical Fragrance
Is it really such a big deal to remove your clothes for a medical exam? Dr. Graham Marcus didn't think so-until a fiery, blushing beauty accused him of crossing the line. Known across the city as the miracle doctor with healing hands and a mysterious past, Graham isn't your typical physician. With skills that defy logic and intuition that borders on the supernatural, he's made it his mission to heal women in pain-body, mind, and soul. But healing comes with unexpected side effects. Because while Dr. Graham mends their wounds, he unknowingly captures their hearts. Now, caught between duty and desire, science and secrets, Graham must navigate a growing storm of temptation, emotion, and the shadows of powerful forces watching his every move. He's mastered medicine... but is he ready for the one woman he can't cure-or resist?**/1/113659/coverorgin.jpg?v=33651bf54cb7add0cb74c41c4e7c9043&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return
For three years, Adriene Rodgers gave up her brilliant Wall Street career to be the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Dallin Morales. But one night, she overheard him talking to his lawyer, a confession that shattered her world. "Adriene is exactly what I need her to be. A perfect social shield to keep the cameras busy so Elaina can live in peace." Elaina was his late brother's widow. Dallin coldly admitted that touching his wife made him physically sick, and he only stomached it by closing his eyes and thinking of Elaina. From that moment, the nightmare escalated. Elaina framed Adriene at every turn—slashing Adriene's beloved dog to death and throwing herself into a pool to play the victim. Dallin blindly believed the widow. He shoved Adriene so hard she cracked her head open on the marble deck, leaving her bleeding on the ground while he tenderly carried Elaina away. The ultimate betrayal came when Adriene's father went into sudden cardiac failure. Desperate, she begged Dallin for the life-saving hospital funds. Instead, Dallin ruthlessly froze every single one of her bank accounts. "Go get on your knees and apologize to Elaina. Do that, and I will unfreeze your cards." Standing in the freezing rain while Dallin's Rolls-Royce sped off to comfort Elaina's fake panic attack, Adriene's heart finally turned to ice. How could she have wasted three years of devotion on a man who would use her dying father as a bargaining chip for a manipulative parasite? She didn't shed another tear. After borrowing money to save her father, she secretly signed the divorce papers and left them in a Hermès anniversary box on his desk. Then, she pulled out her old resume and sent it directly to his biggest corporate rivals. The submissive wife was dead, and it was time to burn his empire to the ground./1/110374/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260319142205&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Widow's Price: Owned By Adrien
I was the "charity case" widow at my billionaire husband’s funeral, clutching a glass of champagne my sister Chloe promised would calm my nerves. Ten minutes later, the room began to spin and a drugged heat surged through my veins, turning me into a wounded deer among a room full of wolves. I stumbled into a dark suite to hide, only to find Adrien Larsen—the man even the devil feared—waiting in the shadows with a silver Zippo and a predatory gaze. To survive the night, I had to let him drench me in a cold shower and then crawl through a muddy pond, cutting my own skin just to frame my disappearance as an accident instead of a sex scandal. The next morning, Adrien revealed that my sister had forged my name on three million dollars of debt, leaving me with two choices: a prison cell or a contract that stated I now "belonged" to him. I couldn't understand why my own sister was so desperate to bury me, or why Adrien was suddenly willing to pay millions just to keep me trapped in his penthouse. "Don't thank me," He whispered against my ear as he shielded my red silk dress from a spiteful attack at the Met Gala. "This isn't charity, Aurora. You owe me." As I caught him tracing a secret photo of me from years ago, I realized he hadn't saved me from the trap—he was the one who had built it./0/40447/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241231214411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Leaves from Heaven
This is an English translation of the famous Urdu novel "Jannat ke Pattay" This is a story of courage, reality, resilience and faith. The leading character Haya Salman, an LLB student who belongs to a conventional family.She got a scholarship from a Turkish university which a turning point for her./1/102709/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260202111604&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret First Lady: From Scorned Wife To National Obsession
News broke that the Mafia king was marrying a useless nobody—Ryann. People mocked Jayden's choice, targeting Ryann with bullying, family drama, and even workplace cruelty. Everyone agreed she wasn't worthy. But shock rippled through the country when powerful figures rushed to defend her, and Ryann revealed herself as a world-famous healer, a legendary scientist, and a feared mercenary. Chaos erupted. Tired of it all, Ryann quietly left divorce papers and disappeared. Jayden panicked. Headlines screamed, "Enigmatic president launches nationwide search for his wife!"/1/106620/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdf44f12078eacf7ae909e6a7e5a6a41&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thirty Days To Marry: The Doctor's Escape
I was Ethan Dejesus’s "glorified roommate" for eight long years. Even though I was a successful doctor, I lived in the guest room of his luxury penthouse and spent my mornings making his coffee like a servant while waiting for a ring that was never coming. The breaking point came when Ethan forced me to give his mistress, Delisa, a medical exam in the VIP wing of my own hospital. He didn't just want to break my heart; he wanted to destroy my professional dignity in front of the woman he was cheating with. During a paparazzi swarm at his estate, a heavy camera lens hit me in the temple, leaving me bleeding on the floor. Ethan didn't even flinch. He stepped over my body to protect Delisa, making sure he looked like a hero for the cameras while I struggled to stand. That night, I overheard him laughing at a bar, telling his friends I was like a "stray dog" that would always crawl back for scraps no matter how much he starved me. When I finally stood up to him, he shoved me out of his SUV onto a dark highway in the middle of a rainstorm and threw my purse into the mud. I walked for miles in the freezing rain, only to get home and find Delisa already moved into the penthouse, sitting at my vanity and wearing my clothes. "You'll be back in a week when the money runs out," he laughed as I packed my only suitcase. "You're a nobody from Queens. You have nothing without me." I looked at the man I had loved for nearly a decade and realized the woman who worshipped him was dead. He had murdered her on that highway, and he didn't even care. I blocked his number, dropped my key card on the floor, and walked out into the night without looking back. I wasn't going to be his "stray dog" anymore. I was heading to a small house in the suburbs to meet Carleton Schmitt—a total stranger I had agreed to marry in a moment of drunken desperation who was now my only way out./1/115537/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260514101338&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over. Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned. Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract. Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth. In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?/0/46236/coverorgin.jpg?v=21c895e24182a8a1369c5093da892a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet Mafia Heiress
Franzlie McGregor, the youngest daughter of the McGregor family, met Drystan Lynne Brown, a business tycoon and a humble, loving son with a friendly demeanor. It was a fortuitous meeting. Franzlie loves children, but her colleagues are intimidated by her unyielding attitude. It remains to be seen whether Drystan and Franzlie will be a good match. Drystan is a man of action, while Franzlie is more of a thinker. They have different backgrounds and different ways of looking at the world. It will be interesting to see how they interact and whether they can overcome their differences. Only time will tell if Drystan will be able to tame her. Drystan is a strong and determined man. He is used to getting his own way. Franzlie is also strong and determined, but she is also independent and doesn't like to be told what to do. It will be interesting to see if Drystan can be patient enough to win her over. Franzlie is also very intelligent and quick-witted. She is not afraid to challenge Drystan, which he finds both refreshing and infuriating. It will be interesting to see if they can learn to respect each other's differences. Overall, it is too early to say whether Drystan and Franzlie will be a good match. However, it is sure to be an interesting journey to find out./1/107090/coverorgin.jpg?v=01ef54394b2cc01f5ff9a4566a5bf9de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
I used to be the "Princess of Cohen Pharmaceuticals," but now I'm just a girl in a soaked coat trying to hide the rolls of fat that came with the stress of my family's bankruptcy. My fiancé, Kody, was the only thing I had left to hold onto. I walked into Kody's office looking for a shred of comfort, but he slid a "Termination of Engagement" form across his mahogany desk instead. He didn't just break up with me; he looked at my size sixteen body with pure disgust and told me I was a liability to his corporate image. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his "secretary" walked in, rubbing her flat stomach and asking about their lunch plans. They had been together for six months-the entire time I was at my father's legal depositions. Kody didn't stop there; he took the keys to the Porsche I bought him, claiming it was a company asset, and drove off with his pregnant mistress, leaving me standing in the gutter. Then my phone rang-my father had collapsed from heart failure, and the hospital refused to operate without a $200,000 deposit because our insurance was frozen. I stood in the hospital lobby, bankrupt, betrayed, and watching my father die through a glass window. Kody had stripped me of everything, and the world was laughing at the "fallen princess." I was desperate, humiliated, and out of options. But I still had one thing left: a black obsidian ring given to me twelve years ago by a boy I saved from drowning. I tracked Christ Collins to a private Hamptons gala, a place where the air smells like old money and dark secrets. He didn't offer me a check; he offered me a sick game. "Swim ten laps in the outdoor pool," he whispered, his eyes icy blue and predatory as a freezing November storm raged outside. "Five million dollars if you finish. Or you can go back and watch your father die." I kicked off my heels and walked toward the frigid water./1/102710/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5064182a96aa04c59155021525b9e17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
