Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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One Night With Dr. Temptation
At her own engagement party, Madeline watched her fiancé kiss another woman and smiled like nothing had happened. Then she pulled his cousin, Dr. Nathan Spencer, into a hotel suite and made a deal neither of them intended to keep out of the bedroom. By morning, he was teasing her performance, and she was already regretting how easily he got under her skin. But when the hunt for the truth behind her family's bankruptcy led back to Nathan, Madeline returned with another offer. "You help me, and I'll make it worth your while." Nathan pressed her against the wall, his face lowering dangerously close to hers. "So what exactly are you offering in return?" Just like that, this deal became far more tempting. Her smile was wild and alluring. "Whatever you want."/1/107216/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccce34e13e069f60879b8bb6031b5b80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage For A Price: A Day To Sign Away My Heart
Sofia would have done anything to shield Catalina-even stepping in front of Harry Meyer, a man who set her nerves on edge. Trying to derail a wedding she knew would implode, she collided with Naven Fort, a quiet, iron-steady mogul with eyes that gave nothing away. With him, every mistake came with a cost. He offered a deal: he'd take Catalina away if Sofia agreed to marry him. Twenty-four hours to choose. A contract with a stranger turned into heat, secrets, and ache-until his ex came back to claim him. Between lies and loyalty, Sofia wondered if her good heart was ruining her... or saving her./1/119870/coverorgin.jpg?v=8893eaaa1785264ace1e4338fe39517b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Flash Married The Richest Man Alive?!
On her wedding day, Evelina's groom ran off with another woman. So she grabbed the nearest man and asked, "Will you marry me?" Only after the wedding did she discover that her new husband was none other than Damian Blackwood, the infamous "good-for-nothing" heir of the Blackwood family. Everyone around mocked her. "Marrying such a useless man? You must have lost your mind!" Even the ex who'd betrayed her had the audacity to show up, pretending to be concerned. "Why ruin your life out of spite by marrying a failure like him? You'll regret this sooner or later!" Evelina scoffed coldly, "Get out of my sight! My husband and I are perfectly happy-mind your own business!" Everyone thought Evelina had gone mad. That was until one day, Damian's true identity was revealed-he turned out to be the world's richest man alive! The revelation left everyone dumbfounded! He knelt on one knee before the world, and held up a diamond ring worth billions. "Mrs. Blackwood, everything I have is yours."/1/116950/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d099f1b247870d992154945ddd7dab0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Predator
For four years, Isolde Navarro played the part of a broken, mindless doll, trapped in a severe trauma-induced haze after being brutally framed. The charade reached its climax the night she caught her perfect sister, Angele, and her fiancé, Julian, having sex in the estate's guest room. Instead of showing guilt, Angele violently shoved Isolde into a marble wall, laughing as blood poured down her face. "Get her out of my sight and clean her up," Angele sneered, disgusted by her own sister. Worse, Isolde overheard their ultimate plan through a hidden microphone: once the trust's protection clause expired tomorrow, they would declare her permanently incompetent and steal the massive fortune her mother had left her. Her own father was fully on board, eager to lock his "embarrassing" daughter in a padded cell and freeze every cent she owned. How could her own flesh and blood be so utterly ruthless? They thought she was just a drooling idiot, completely defenseless against their greed and cruelty. But they didn't know the lethal operative known as 'The Rose' had never been asleep; she was just waiting in the shadows. With a micro-camera recording their every dirty secret, Isolde calmly wiped the blood from her face and walked out the door. She had twenty-four hours to hijack a billionaire into marriage, trigger the trust's emergency clause, and burn her family's entire world to the ground./1/121817/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6d61d270bbe7fb2f7619b5fb514dd6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Stunning Comeback
Adelina had dedicated three years of her life to being a dutiful wife and mother, giving her all to her family. Yet her supposed obedience only earned her betrayal from her husband and contempt from her son. In their hearts, she was perceived as a manipulative woman. Her husband despised her, her son misunderstood her, and she had never truly held a place in their lives. Devastated and heartbroken, she turned her back on the past and chose to start anew, leaving behind the pain and regrets. Once she stepped away from the family, she flourished and rediscovered her strength. The very father and son who once treated her like she was worthless now pleaded for forgiveness. But Adelina merely looked at them with cold, indifferent eyes and said, "Too late."/1/119871/coverorgin.jpg?v=6387bc0309d59cb4dc2a1609f3a25be0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Him, Inherit The World
Genevieve had spent three years in a one-sided, unreciprocated devotion, only to become the butt of everyone's jokes. So, when Julian forced her to choose between her career and marriage, she didn't hesitate-she chose divorce. From that moment on, she vowed to reclaim her dignity and live up to her role as the poised, brilliant, and stunning heiress of the pharmaceutical empire. Her father was a business tycoon, her mother a renowned physician, her older brother a shrewd and ruthless corporate magnate, her younger brother a dominant force in the entertainment industry. And then there was also her rival-the heir to a billion-dollar empire who had a secret soft spot for her./1/116627/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4b7723d5a08b8d99a03c7cf079014fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Terminal Diagnosis: The Obedient Wife's Rebellion
For two years, Constance Mcfarland played the perfect, invisible wife. She woke up at 5:00 AM every day, surviving on half a cup of plain oats just to maintain the exact dress size her billionaire husband, Arch, demanded. Then, the doctor handed her a medical report with bold black letters: Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer. Six months to live. In a fraction of a second, memories of her pathetic existence flooded her mind. She remembered swallowing her bile when Arch walked past her without a single glance. She remembered biting her cheek until it bled while her mother-in-law publicly mocked her cheap upbringing. She remembered constantly bailing out her parasitic brother, only for her own family to treat her like a disposable ATM. She had starved and silenced herself to build a flawless facade for people who wouldn't even care if she dropped dead tomorrow. The realization hit her like a physical blow. Why had she spent her only life locked in a gilded cage, shrinking herself to please a man made of ice? The diagnosis wasn't a death sentence. It was a starting pistol. Constance didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she went straight to the bank and liquidated every penny she owned. She went home, threw her entire conservative wardrobe onto the floor, and fried a dripping bacon and cheese sandwich in front of her horrified husband. "No, this is freedom." Putting on a blood-red silk gown and five-inch stilettos, Constance smiled. She was going to spend her last six months burning the Ferguson empire to the ground./1/115005/coverorgin.jpg?v=8436adf2d309a2e87afe0ea09e9a1f10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Lethal Orphan
For years, I hid my identity as a lethal dark web operative by playing the quiet, submissive charity case of the wealthy Valentine family. On my seventeenth birthday, their spoiled kids set up a cruel trap to dump industrial glue and paint on my head. When I dodged it and they tumbled down the stairs instead, my adoptive parents completely lost their minds. Sterling Valentine slammed emancipation papers onto his heavy oak desk, calling me a dangerous liability and a monster. He kicked me out into a torrential storm with nothing but a canvas backpack, sneering that I would be eating out of dumpsters in a week. "You ungrateful piece of trash! We took you out of the gutter and this is how you repay us!" I looked at the man trying to intimidate me. He thought he was throwing away a helpless orphan, completely unaware he had just released a predator who could dismantle his entire life with a single keystroke. I didn't shed a single tear. I signed the papers, walked out the front door, and stepped directly into a waiting armored SUV. By midnight, I had a new billionaire cover family, hacked a mercenary group for three million dollars, and secured my spot at the city's most elite academy. "Game on."/0/75098/coverorgin.jpg?v=035c2d5dd65c1ab7ce40a6ebbaf27f33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned But Unbroken: No More Begging For A Place
A tragic accident left Clara orphaned. Taken in by the Curtis family, she grew up pampered by Declan, their powerful head, mistaking his indulgence for love. That illusion shattered two years ago at her lavish birthday, when a drunken kiss earned her a slap and harsh words. "Who do you think you are?" Only then did Clara realize she was nothing more than a treasured pet, not a beloved woman. When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Declan flaunted his affair and forced her to date. The day she left for good, he finally snapped, "You want to leave? I don't agree!"/1/115979/coverorgin.jpg?v=d30d9f8611f2d1e36b35adeb6fd09f64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin My Traitorous Ex-Fiancé
Sera was the obedient, spoiled Hollywood socialite of the Beaumont family, completely devoted to her fiancé, Ethan. But her life ended in a freezing Eastern European warehouse, chained to a damp concrete floor. Right before she died, her captors shoved the transfer documents in her face. Ethan had sold her to human traffickers to cover his massive underground gambling debts. While she suffered in absolute hell, her adoptive mother went on national television. She squeezed out fake tears, publicly framing Sera for stealing family funds and eloping with a secret lover. Sera's reputation was completely destroyed, and she was left to die a miserable, agonizing death in the dark. She didn't understand why her family treated her like a disposable piece of trash. She understood even less how the man who promised to marry her could hand her over to monsters without a second thought. When she opened her eyes again, the biting cold and heavy iron chains were gone. She was back five years in the past. She was lying on a hotel bed, her limbs heavy with date-rape drugs, while a predatory Hollywood director hovered inches from her face. It was the exact "exclusive audition" Ethan had arranged to exploit her for the very first time. Sera didn't scream. With lethal, practiced precision, she shattered the director's wrist and brought a heavy crystal ashtray down on his skull. The bleeding man collapsed onto the carpet and whimpered. "Ethan promised... he said you'd be compliant..." Staring at his pathetic face, a cold, predatory smile stretched across Sera's lips. This time, she was going to systematically dismantle their lives./1/115006/coverorgin.jpg?v=589ed724d4d3632d1508b595ecfc93b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return
Five years ago, I faked my death in a yacht explosion just to escape my ruthless, controlling husband, Gerald Sinclair. Now, I have returned to Boston as the new Dean of Medicine at St. Jude Hospital. My only goal was to secretly check on my seven-year-old daughter, Cassidy. But what I saw shattered my heart. She was locked inside a heavily guarded VIP suite like a prisoner, so psychologically broken that she was standing on a windowsill, ready to jump. Gerald's armed security team treated the hospital like a military base, forcing her to swallow heavy psychiatric pills. When she managed to escape through the air ducts and collapsed into my arms in the courtyard, her small, feverish body trembled violently. "No! I don't want to go back to the white room!" She begged me, crying in terror. But because my identity was a secret, I could only watch helplessly as Gerald's security chief tore my own child from my embrace and locked her back in the cage. I didn't understand why Gerald would rather destroy our daughter's mind than let us go. Was his twisted obsession and need for control worth driving his own flesh and blood to the brink of death? Now, my cover is blown. Gerald just received the message that I am alive, and he is flying back in a blind rage, freezing my accounts and locking down the entire city to trap me. But he forgot one thing. I am no longer the helpless wife he backed into a corner. This time, I am taking my daughter back./1/114358/coverorgin.jpg?v=69b7df1c05409ad980373807a183d7c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Escape
Blair's family dynasty crumbled overnight. Her father suffered a massive heart attack and was put on life support, requiring a hundred thousand dollars just to keep the machines running. When she desperately called her husband, Blackburn, his phone went straight to voicemail. Instead, she saw a trending video of him at Disney World, tenderly wrapping his coat around a nurse named Kala. To save her father, Blair pawned her wedding ring and handed Blackburn the divorce papers. But Blackburn just tore the papers to shreds. He pinned her down, mocking her bankrupt family, and threatened to send her brother to federal prison if she dared to leave. "You wanted to be a trophy. So sit on the shelf and be quiet." He even dragged her out of the hospital by force just because an old friend caught her when she fainted. He aggressively claimed she was his property, demanding her absolute obedience. Yet, the moment his mistress Kala called crying about a minor injury, his face turned pale with panic. He dropped everything and abandoned Blair in the empty penthouse without a second thought. Blair didn't cry. She just realized how ridiculous this execution block of a marriage was. The final string connecting them snapped. Blair calmly blocked his number, opened the digital divorce agreement, and signed her name, waiving her rights to every single penny. Leaving the pink diamond ring on the table, she walked out the door and never looked back./0/48495/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d3e4cbc6af7507fef49c0e07fe196c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Go Away,My Stepbrother
What was it like to have a twisted older brother? Oprah Johnny's father abandoned her and her mother, who then remarried a man from the Harrison family. That was how Oprah gained a stepbrother, Burgess Harrison. Everyone seemed to believe Burgess disliked her, and even she herself thought so. But little did they know that Burgess had fallen in love with her at first sight. As Oprah grew more and more attractive, he found himself losing control... ***Author name: Six Cats Copyright belongs to: Ideaink Six Cats/1/115981/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c6b9337bc98b30036d9467c410d2ca6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire
Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study. In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir. Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor’s billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown. When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter. "You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!" They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire? Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun./1/116630/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./1/115008/coverorgin.jpg?v=096f067bcc9e871ae684c8cfdaf7acef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud. Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser. "Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away. Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries. Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power. Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred. She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak. Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder. She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life. She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case. Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on./1/114035/coverorgin.jpg?v=acf62438de5b11edc8ffeacb132197b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Genius Wife's Spectacular Return
After three years of marriage, Kasie's husband forced her to sign a divorce agreement leaving her with nothing. He destroyed her academic career just to protect his adopted sister, Calista, from a lab accident she had caused. Forced to return to her hometown, Kasie found her biological family had also been completely brainwashed by Calista. Her brothers dragged her to a clinic to donate bone marrow for Calista's fake illness. When Kasie struggled, they pushed her down the stairs, breaking her arm, while her ex-husband watched and called her pathetic. They tore up her only job offer. When she was attacked by a drunk in an alley, her own brother drove right past her desperate screams just to answer Calista's phone call. The final blow came when Calista stole Kasie's life's work, published the research as her own, and cried on national television. "My own sister... she was jealous. She tried to claim my research as her own." Penniless, publicly ruined, and evicted by her own brothers, Kasie was thrown out into a mob of angry reporters. She didn't understand why her own flesh and blood treated her like a monster, or why Calista's fake tears were worth more than Kasie's actual life. But as she unlocked the door to a secret apartment she had rented years ago—the one safe haven they didn't know about—the tears finally stopped. She had nothing left to lose, which meant it was time to make them pay./1/115009/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1f034fa26e6dab1c7f4d9654d182231&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The Possessive Esports God
I was a Twitch streamer who got publicly humiliated by my toxic ex-boyfriend during a live broadcast. To save face, I blurted out a massive lie. I claimed that "Killer," the untouchable god of the esports world, was actively pursuing me. But just ten minutes after I panic-quit my stream, the doorbell rang, and the esports god himself was standing at my front door with a suitcase. "I'm the new roommate. I have nowhere else to go," he said, looking like a lost golden retriever hiding from crazy fans. He moved into my apartment, acting entirely sweet and helpless. He couldn't even put on a duvet cover, but he made me a perfect breakfast and gently cared for me when I got hurt. He looked so genuinely innocent that I felt sick with absolute guilt for using his name for internet clout. When my ex's fans organized a massive hate campaign against me, I aggressively tweeted back to protect my new roommate's honor, doubling down on my lie. But I didn't understand why he immediately liked my tweet, sending the entire internet into a total meltdown. I thought he was just a pure, naive gamer following his manager's PR advice to defuse the drama. I had no idea that behind his polite smile, he wasn't innocent at all. He was a ruthless, obsessive predator who had already manipulated his way into my home, and I had just locked myself in a cage with him./1/115010/coverorgin.jpg?v=7bbb3d317073feb3b29fc486601a809c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain
Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat. She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items. Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore. She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player. "He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you." Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely. "Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement." Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang. Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game. Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited. Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta? And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night? As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face. The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end./1/114037/coverorgin.jpg?v=65483820c42fa4c0845337752bb53316&imageMogr2/format/webp)
