Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Genius Lawyer's Inescapable Arranged Marriage
Drew Sanchez, a top-tier D.C. lawyer from a powerful political family, had just ruthlessly destroyed her cheating boyfriend's life without shedding a single tear. She thought she was the absolute master of her own fate. That was until her grandfather forced her into an arranged marriage with Joseph Barron IV, a terrifyingly powerful White House advisor. Refusal meant financial and political ruin for her family. To escape the trap, Drew played a desperate game at the engagement dinner, acting like a vapid, soulless, and submissive trophy wife to disgust him. But Joseph cornered her in the hallway, his dark eyes seeing right through her elaborate charade with terrifying amusement. Instead of rejecting her, he walked back into the dining room and used her fake submission entirely against her. "I see no reason to prolong the courtship. We should move forward with filing the marriage license immediately." In front of both cheering families, Joseph dropped the bomb. Drew's blood ran cold as she realized her brilliant sabotage had spectacularly backfired. She was completely trapped in an irrevocable contract by a man whose true motives she couldn't begin to comprehend. Why did this apex predator want to marry a woman who was actively trying to deceive him? Staring at the glittering Capitol dome that night, Drew downed a glass of whiskey. Since there was no exit clause, she would have to learn his rules. This marriage was going to be her new battlefield./0/50791/coverorgin.jpg?v=806ede9b62453355a089a0e9a88d56d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempting Fate With The Tycoon
One drunken night, Miranda boldly approached Leland, only to be met with his cold and unyielding gaze. He pinned her to the wall, cautioning, "Don't provoke me. I doubt you can handle it." Soon after, her engagement fell apart, leaving her destitute. With no other options, Miranda sought refuge with Leland. Over time, she took on the role of a stepmother, caring for his child. She came to understand that Leland's decision to marry her wasn't just about her being obedient. It was also because she resembled someone he cherished. Confronted with Miranda's request for a divorce, Leland hugged her. "Please reconsider." Miranda just smiled. "Mr. Adams, are you ensnared?"/1/114461/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe80e8e03514525133ccd428e183706c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king./1/112584/coverorgin.jpg?v=2885028fdf7d5ba4e7ed9f05e8c602bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead!
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life! Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home. Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan. To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity. The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined! Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... " He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"/0/67687/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b0bd687c9feb844cf0629e82f417d83&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love On Ice: Don't Leave Me, My Charming Liar
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."/0/45473/coverorgin.jpg?v=99249bf2e0f47a72984c507a177b59ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love Trap
Crushed by fate and burdened by desperation, eighteen-year-old Nina Stewart makes the heartbreaking decision to sell herself to a stranger in order to save her dying mother. She desperately tries to bury that painful night and move on with her life-until she discovers that she is carrying the stranger's child. As if life hasn't already been cruel enough, Nina is forced into a marriage arranged through her mother's promise. But on her wedding day, she learns that her groom, Christopher Gray, is in love with another woman and only sees her as a convenient substitute. Humiliated and heartbroken, Nina agrees to become nothing more than his nominal wife. She promises herself never to fall for him. But hearts are treacherous things. As days turn into months, the cold and distant Christopher slowly breaks down the walls around her heart, and Nina finds herself falling deeply in love with the man who was never truly hers. Just when she begins to dream of a future together, reality shatters her world. On the very day she is about to give birth, Christopher throws divorce papers at her. "I, Christopher Gray, don't want to be with a woman like you. Get the hell out of my life." With a shattered heart and an unborn child, Nina disappears without a trace. Years later, she returns-stronger, colder, and completely transformed. She has no intention of ever crossing paths with Christopher again. Unfortunately for her, Christopher Gray has other plans. The man who once cast her aside is now determined to win her back at any cost. When Nina demands to know why, Christopher pulls her into his arms with a dangerous smirk. "As the mother of my children, shouldn't you stay with your husband?" But can a love once destroyed ever be rebuilt... or are some betrayals simply unforgivable?/1/117747/coverorgin.jpg?v=c56f6fe0b40c03e47e209bd1eeee9c30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced By The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine
For three years, Aria Beaumont lived as a ghost, sacrificing her identity as a bestselling author to be the secret wife of billionaire Julian Vanderbilt. On their third anniversary, instead of a celebration, Julian handed her a cold, legal document. "I want to end our marriage. I am in love with someone else." He was leaving her for Isabelle Vance, Hollywood's reigning sweetheart. Aria didn't beg or cry. She signed the divorce papers, threw her platinum wedding band into a koi pond, and walked away to rebuild her life. But her quiet surrender wasn't enough for the new couple. Isabelle orchestrated a paparazzi ambush, lured Aria to a secluded resort under the guise of a peace offering, and drugged her tea. As the heavy sedative pulled Aria under, Isabelle smiled and let two hired thugs into the room. She planned to film a sordid, drug-fueled assault to utterly destroy Aria's reputation and frame her as an unstable ex-wife. Fighting through the haze, Aria slashed her way out with a shard of broken glass and barely escaped with her life. Waking up in a sterile hospital bed, Aria was consumed by a chilling confusion. She had given up the marriage without a single fight. Why were they still trying to push her to the brink of death? Before she could process the trauma, her cousin rushed into the room with a pale face. "Aria, no one has heard from your brother in forty-eight hours. He's missing." The divorce wasn't just a betrayal. It was a calculated hunt, and Aria was finally ready to strike back./1/105858/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb4d0efb29385b98fb46ccdfe47461cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge
My fiancé Javen sent me to a yacht in the middle of a New York storm to finalize a high-stakes merger with Alfonse Wolfe, a billionaire rumored to have ice water in his veins. I did it for "us," shivering in a soaked evening gown and cutting my hand on broken glass just to get the signature that would save Javen’s company. But when I rushed back to the Doyle estate, the manor was blazing with lights for an unannounced engagement party. Javen wasn't waiting for me with open arms; he was standing on the dance floor with Blossom Vega, the daughter of his biggest competitor, announcing their union to the elite of New York. When I stepped forward, dripping blood and water onto the marble floor, Javen didn't try to protect me. He looked at me with pure disgust and told the gathered press that I was a "charity case" suffering from mental delusions. His mother laughed while calling me a cockroach, and his father claimed my family’s lost fortune was a hallucination. To ensure my silence, Javen leaned in and whispered that he would pull the plug on my disabled brother’s life-saving medical care if I didn't disappear. I was hauled away by security and locked in a dark storage room like a stain on his perfect evening. I lay there in the dust, unable to process how twelve years of love could be a calculated lie. How could the man I was supposed to marry use my brother’s breath as a bargaining chip after I had just sacrificed everything to save him? I escaped through a second-story window and went straight to the only predator powerful enough to tear the Doyles apart: Alfonse Wolfe. I didn't just ask for sanctuary; I demanded a marriage license to unlock my mother’s secret trust and protect my brother. Standing in a high-security vault as the new Mrs. Wolfe, I discovered a truth that changed the game. I didn’t just have the money to ruin Javen; the deed in my hand proved I now owned the very land beneath Alfonse’s mansion. "I’m not the prey anymore," I whispered, watching the Doyle stock plummet on my phone. "I'm the hunter."/1/116340/coverorgin.jpg?v=0728337f779e586a9c9ea7a618f08b52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Is A Medical Genius
For three years, Elinor Perez played the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Gavin Corbett. But one rainy evening, Gavin walked in, completely ignored her welcoming touch, and threw a divorce agreement onto the glass table. "Our three-year arrangement has reached its conclusion. Bella has returned to the city." Elinor's heart shattered. She signed the papers without taking a single cent, packed only her old, pre-marriage clothes, and walked out into the freezing rain. The very next morning, amidst the overwhelming nausea of heartbreak, a hospital test revealed she was exactly six weeks pregnant. To make matters worse, Bella tracked her down at his corporate headquarters, reeking of Gavin's perfume, to fake sympathy and mock Elinor's sudden poverty. Elinor touched her flat stomach, a profound disillusionment washing over her. She had given him three years of flawless devotion, only to be discarded the second his first love reappeared. Why should she let him clear his guilty conscience with a pathetic wire transfer? Without hesitation, she legally blocked his multi-million dollar payout, hid her pregnancy, and finally revealed her hidden identity as a legendary medical master's sole disciple. When Gavin realized her true worth and jealously tried to drag her back, Elinor simply stepped under another man's umbrella and looked at her ex-husband with dead eyes. "Your jurisdiction over me has expired, Mr. Corbett."/1/106641/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e9cd446c6631c76214d91ac814c866a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fake Wife To Billionaire Heiress
I spent two years as the perfect, dutiful wife to Foster Baird. I was his unpaid PR consultant and his emotional punching bag, enduring his mother’s snide comments about my orphan background all for the sake of a "marriage" I thought was real. But when I went to the City Clerk’s office to replace a damaged document, the clerk looked at me with genuine pity. "There is no record of a marriage license for you and Foster Baird. Legally? You aren't married." The betrayal went even deeper. I returned to our penthouse to find Foster’s mistress on our sofa, alongside a five-year-old boy who shared Foster’s exact features. Foster hadn't just cheated; he had a secret family that predated our entire relationship. He had even bribed a doctor to lie to me about being infertile just to keep me docile and focused on his business. When the mistress moved into my guest wing the next day, Foster demanded I act as their hostess and serve them dinner. I watched them play happy family in the home I built, realizing I was never a wife—I was just "cheap labor" he intended to discard once his company stock stabilized. He thought I was a barren charity case with nowhere to go. He was wrong. That same afternoon, I received a call from the executor of the Arthur Kensington estate. I wasn't a nobody; I was the long-lost biological daughter and sole heir to a five-billion-dollar fortune. While Foster was busy planning my replacement, I was accessing the Kensington Trust. I didn't scream, and I didn't cry. I simply bought a fifty-million-dollar mansion and hired a team of forensic accountants to dismantle the Baird Group from the inside out. I crushed my old phone under my designer heel and looked at my new security detail. "Let's get to work," I said./1/110552/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a13c45cb4a6cbb51c798e4581dd9625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mockery Turned Majesty: Her Rise After Divorce
Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet./0/60023/coverorgin.jpg?v=4133db199515168714355ad2799de9ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lover's Lament: Please Come Back To Me
Kaitlin fell in love with Alan at first sight, but failed to capture his heart even after three years of marriage. When her life was on the line, he was weeping at his beloved’s grave. It was the last straw. “Let’s get a divorce, Alan.” Kaitlin thrived in her newfound freedom, gaining international acclaim as a designer. Her memory returned, and she reclaimed her rightful identity as the heiress to a jewelry empire, while embracing her new role as the mother to beautiful twin babies. Alan panicked as eager suitors flocked to her. “I screwed up. Please let me see our children!”/1/104764/coverorgin.jpg?v=27a71a5698ccfdfdee489b4e57678881&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf's Gambit: The Heiress's Revenge
It was our fifth anniversary, and I sat alone in a Michelin-starred restaurant, staring at a diamond ring that felt more like an anchor than a promise. I kept telling myself Caleb was just busy, rationalizing the sharp, spasmodic pain in my stomach as mere nerves rather than my body's final warning. But when I went to his penthouse to surprise him, I found the double doors ajar. Through the gap, I watched my fiancé devouring Beatrice Blackwood on the sofa-the woman who had the family backing and confidence I supposedly lacked. He wasn't working; he was celebrating our anniversary by replacing me. The fallout was a calculated humiliation. The tabloids branded me a "pathetic orphan," and my Uncle Richard didn't care about the betrayal. He slammed his hand on his desk, claiming I was having another "psychotic episode" and accusing me of paranoia. He threatened to pull the plug on my mother's life support unless I went to the Hamptons to beg Caleb for forgiveness. My family even tried to force me onto heavy antipsychotics to keep me quiet for the sake of a corporate merger. I was being sold to a man who hated me by the very people who were supposed to protect me. I didn't understand why they wanted me broken, or why a mysterious stranger in an elevator had suddenly paid my mother's astronomical medical bills in full. Everything changed at a dinner where my uncle tried to trade me to a predator for a real estate deal. I didn't cry; I shattered a wine bottle and held the jagged glass to the man's throat. That's when Julian Blackwood, the most feared man on Wall Street, walked in and seized the house, the debt, and me. "I take my contracts seriously, Vanessa," he whispered, pulling me into his armored car as my family was thrown onto the street. I had escaped my uncle's cage, but as I looked into Julian's storm-gray eyes, I realized I had just traded a common bully for a beautiful, deadly king./1/121190/coverorgin.jpg?v=17128cc9dfe99ad46243609b6b1325a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband
For three years, I was the secret wife of Bishop Reynolds, living like a ghost in a loveless marriage to fulfill my dying father's wish. Then, his true love, Janae Rose, came back to New York. The moment she returned, my mother-in-law dragged me to a clinic for an invasive fertility check, determined to expose my "barrenness." When Bishop burst into the room, I thought he had come to save me. Instead, he looked at my trembling, humiliated body with cold accusation, his eyes only softening when Janae appeared at the door. Later that night, trying to hide from them at a restaurant, a waiter accidentally spilled a tureen of scalding soup all over my back. Bishop carried me into his car to treat my severe burns, but halfway to the hospital, Janae called, crying about a broken lock at her apartment. Without a second thought, he ordered the driver to turn around, leaving me alone on the rainy street with my agonizing wounds. Standing in the freezing downpour, the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow chasm in my chest. I finally understood that no matter how much I bled for him, I would only ever be an ugly obstacle in their perfect love story. Returning to our empty mansion, I pulled out our marriage contract from the deepest drawer. The next morning, facing his furious family who demanded an explanation for his scandalous photos with Janae, I smiled calmly. "Please don't be angry with Bishop. It was my idea to keep our marriage private." As they stared at me in shock, I sent a text to my best friend. "I'm ready. Give me the name of that divorce lawyer."/1/121816/coverorgin.jpg?v=13c08e65be0ed1b33adeadff823e8246&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wives, Swapped Husbands
In her previous life, Ashlyn married Simon. Outwardly, they were an admired power couple. Behind closed doors, however, she was nothing more than a pawn for him. Her tragic end came when she was driven to her death. Meanwhile, her stepsister Valerie married Dylan. But her husband soon left with his true love, leaving her to endure a loveless marriage. Ultimately, her life spiraled into ruin, ending in disgrace and tragedy. Now, after rebirth, the sisters had been given a second chance. Valerie, desperate to replicate Ashlyn's glory, married Simon. But little did she know, she unwittingly walked into a tragic life, suffering in Ashlyn's place. Ashlyn, on the other hand, entered a contract marriage with Dylan. Yet when danger approached, Dylan shielded her protectively. In this tangled web of swapped marriages and rebirth, could Ashlyn break free from the chains of her past life and embrace a new life that overturned her tragic fate?/0/40782/coverorgin.jpg?v=994b05ce83ed3305bc272c9ab2d37bf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fatal Attraction: Falling In Love With The Target
Men were always falling into my trap. Before the age of twenty-six, I was known as the greatest con artist in the game. I didn't have a heart. Anytime I was done with a man, I walked away without any sentiments. My eyes were always on the goal-to get as much money from these assholes. I was a huntress who had no pity for my prey. All was well until I came across a man named Dylan Hewitt. He destroyed my track record. He was the most thrilling prey I had ever come across. My tricks didn't work on him. Dylan didn't fall for me as quickly as the other men did. It wasn't until I decided to give up that he finally showed his true colors. He was actually good at hiding his feelings. One thing led to another and I soon lost control. Dylan changed me!/1/106642/coverorgin.jpg?v=928be03422423212ac6c185b0274b727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves
The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark. I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan. I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room. "To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich." The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood. "I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away." He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder. I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash. I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground./1/110553/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2df3001400f560b655bbe604315f560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Begs Now, But I've Become The Prize He Couldn't Afford To Lose
Three years into her marriage, Corinne believed she and Ryland fit each other perfectly-at least in the bedroom. Then the woman he had loved since high school returned from overseas, and Corinne finally saw the truth: his body had been with her, but his heart had never been. Instead of begging for scraps, she asked for a divorce and walked away with pride. Everyone waited for her to fall. Instead, her career soared, powerful men sought her out, admirers crowded around her, and Ryland dropped to his knees, kissing her fingertips as he begged, "I came far to marry you. I won't let you go."/0/86462/coverorgin.jpg?v=346149116f82ef8d1c3269f37737baa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Music to: CEO's Contract Wife
I have always lived in the shadows-mocked for my limp, judged for my size, and overlooked by everyone around me. That is, until a viral video of my haunting voice catapults me into the spotlight ahead of the prestigious North Star Music Festival. But just as my star begins to rise, a secret from one passionate night with Adrian-the boy who once ridiculed me-turns my world upside down: I was pregnant. When the scandal breaks, Ethan, the quiet admirer who's seen my heart all along, steps in and claims the child as his, offering me a contract marriage tied to an inheritance. As I stands between two vastly different futures-one shaped by past mistakes, and the other by unexpected loyalty-I must confront my fears, face judgment, and embrace my worth. Will I choose the boy who once broke me or the one who quietly stood by me? Can love grow from secrets and sacrifice?/0/98977/coverorgin.jpg?v=9528be9b2a94fd6f5eb15a0b08bbc96b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
