Modern Books for Women
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The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife
For three years, I was trapped in a paper marriage to a billionaire I had never met, until my father forced me to finally visit his hotel suite. But when I walked in, I found my husband, Bryton Lott, heavily drugged by my own father. Stripped of all reason, Bryton violently pinned me down and took my innocence, making me a pawn in my father's sick scheme to force a pregnancy and save his bankrupt company. After escaping his feral grip, I overheard Bryton call my father. He called me a useless, invisible wife, vowing to hand me divorce papers the second he saw my face. The nightmare didn't end there. When I brought a priceless antique jade bracelet to my mother's birthday, she slapped me across the face in front of the entire elite crowd. My stepsister publicly accused me of selling my body. Hiding in the shadows, I even heard my mother admit she wished I was dead, only keeping me around to exploit my marriage. I had played the obedient, impoverished daughter for years, enduring their endless abuse just to protect my grandmother's legacy. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like a sacrificial lamb to be sold and destroyed? The last thread holding my heart together completely snapped. I left the multi-million dollar bracelet on the cold stone sill and walked out into the freezing night. Snapping my everyday SIM card in half, I pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and activated my true identity as the underground world's top operative, "King." "Run a full hostile intelligence sweep on Apocalypse Corp."/1/119586/coverorgin.jpg?v=fba1b256fb2257cbb0705bd19b6ee6f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir
I married billionaire Harrison Sterling to fulfill a dying grandmother's wish, but to him, I was nothing but a scheming leech. When my grandfather needed emergency surgery, I swallowed my pride and begged my husband for the money. Instead of helping, he humiliated me in front of his mistress, forced me into his bed, and then threw $250,000 at me as "severance." "Take the money, sign the divorce papers, and disappear from my life." I took the blood money, left his mansion without a backward glance, and paid for my grandfather's surgery. But my brief taste of freedom was shattered by a frantic call from my abusive mother. My brother, locked in prison because Harrison believed he killed his ex-fiancée, had been brutally beaten. "If you don't make Harrison save him, I'll go to the press and ruin you both!" I was trapped between a toxic family and a husband who wanted me ruined. Harrison hated me to his core. He had no idea that years ago, I was the teenage girl who dove into a freezing riptide to save him from drowning. With my phone blocked and his security ordered to throw me out on the street, I had no official way to reach him. So, I stole a caterer's apron, tied my hair back, and sneaked into the heavily guarded Sterling Tower. This time, I wasn't going to beg./1/116342/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f67c27321d872925d6fbb0f02b05628&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sign The Divorce Papers, Mr. Billionaire
For three years, Coralie played the perfect, compliant wife to billionaire Cale Montgomery, silently enduring his coldness. That illusion shattered when she caught him in a VIP club hallway, indulging his fragile first love, Hayleigh, while his friends mocked Coralie as a pathetic housewife. Cale expected her to lower her head and submit. Instead, Coralie threw an ice-cold martini in Hayleigh's face. Furious, Cale dismissed her rebellion as a tantrum for a bigger payout. To force her submission, her own father called with a vicious ultimatum. "If you don't get Cale to fund my business, I'll cut off the payments to your mother's care facility today!" When Coralie rushed to the hospital to pay for the life support herself, she noticed a deep, unnatural scratch on her comatose mother's antique gold ring. Someone had tried to pry it off her finger. The nurse admitted her stepmother had just visited. A chilling realization froze Coralie's blood. Her mother's tragic car crash three years ago was never an accident. She marched straight into Cale's corporate headquarters and threw a zero-alimony divorce agreement onto his mahogany desk. When Hayleigh tried to humiliate her with VIP tickets, Coralie shredded them into pieces and let them rain down on her Chanel suit. "I don't chew other people's spit-out gum." Coralie wasn't just walking away from this gilded cage anymore. She was going to tear both of their families apart to uncover the truth./0/19981/coverorgin.jpg?v=8129e08c5be673a953fc32d0071ef17d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Who is The Better CEO?
With a fire at home that killed her mother, Maryanne found herself thrown into a highly conniving life. Her fiance had joined forces with her best friend and she was not sure if they were simply after her wealth or life. Will she survive or lose everything that her family owned? Who is behind the fire? Who can she trust? Where did her brother Drew disappear to? Is he alive or dead?/1/123805/coverorgin.jpg?v=819befd38af265dc1051a885b24d891c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Abandoned Was a Billionaire Heiress
For three years, Chloe White endured daily humiliation from her mother-in-law, desperately trying to be the perfect wife to warm her cold husband, Julian. But when Julian finally came home today, he didn't even look at her. He coldly ordered her to pack her things and move out of their master bedroom. He was giving their marital room to Scarlett, his fragile old flame who was returning from abroad. His mother gleefully watched Chloe's color drain, mocking her lowly birth and praising Scarlett's arrival. When Chloe softly reminded him she was his wife, Julian stepped close and sneered, accusing her of using dirty tricks to force their marriage. He treated her like disposable trash, evicting her from her own home to make way for his true love. Looking at the man she had loved so deeply, Chloe's heart completely turned to ashes. She had buried her own brilliance just to be his shadow. Why did her three years of absolute devotion mean nothing against Scarlett's fake tears? Without a single tear, she packed her bags, walked out of the gilded cage, and slapped a divorce agreement flat against Julian's chest at the airport. "Sign it. And we're even." Stepping into a waiting sports car, Chloe returned to her hidden billionaire grandmother and uncovered the bloody truth behind her father's death. This time, she was going to make the Montgomerys and the Finches pay with everything they had./0/50804/coverorgin.jpg?v=3095b30f6ed25ea0c1f046621bfb3329&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Second Design
After three years as a dedicated housewife, Jessica's efforts to save her marriage ended in relentless heartbreak. Resolute, she divorced Aaron. Rising from the ashes, Jessica transformed into a renowned designer and business tycoon, building her empire without relying on her family's wealth. Her success and independence attracted many admirers. With pride, Jessica declared, "I'll never regret my divorce." However, Aaron returned, filled with remorse. "I deeply regret it. Please, my dear ex-wife, let's try again. Let's mend our relationship and remarry." Would Jessica, now empowered and at a crossroads, choose to rekindle love?/1/116343/coverorgin.jpg?v=898ab8f2d4a79c353821e33e23ce9087&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress
Lana was the biological heiress of the wealthy Beaumont family, but she was treated worse than a stray dog. While her family hosted a lavish charity gala, a group of malicious socialites violently shoved her into the deep end of the estate pool. As she thrashed and choked on the heavy, chlorinated water, the girls just watched and laughed. When she finally managed to drag her dying body onto the wet tiles, her aunt Dahlia stood over her with a sneer. "Look at you. You are an embarrassment to this family." Dahlia then kicked Lana's wet hand, trying to force the drowning girl back into the deep end. Her biological mother, Serena, rushed out, but she did not care that her daughter was coughing up pool water. Instead, her mother raised her hand high, aiming to slap Lana across the face. "You are ruining our PR image! If a scandal tanks the company stock, I will throw you back to the slums!" The original Lana died in that cold pool, suffocated by the absolute lack of maternal concern and the cruel mockery of her abusers. Why did her own blood relatives despise her so much? How could a mother watch her child drown and only care about a charity gala? The fragile girl's soul shattered, leaving behind only a ghost of childish resentment and agonizing pain. But when Lana's eyes snapped open again, the gaze radiating from her pupils was freezing cold. The soul of a thousand-year-old mystic leader had just overwritten the remnants of this weak host. Catching her mother's descending hand mid-air, Lana crushed the lingering resentment with cold indifference, ready to make them all pay./1/119912/coverorgin.jpg?v=5769b640ac7af0d328e6889b4ec22e5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Rewriting My Tragic Destiny
Three days before my wedding, I was admiring my Vera Wang dress in my New York penthouse. Then my phone buzzed with a photo from my adopted sister, Amber. She was lying against my sleeping fiancé's chest, wearing my engagement ring and flashing a peace sign in my own bed. In my previous life, this betrayal led me to uncover a horrifying family secret. Amber wasn't just adopted; she was the illegitimate bastard of my father and my aunt. My father's sickening affair had driven my mother to a fatal car crash and pushed my brother to escape to Afghanistan, where he died. I ruthlessly canceled the wedding and confronted my hypocritical father at my mother's grave, but the sheer trauma and exhaustion of my ruined family caused my body to completely shut down. I closed my eyes in total despair, hating the father who brought his bastard into our home and the fiancé who repeated his sickening sins. Why did my mother and brother have to die for their filthy desires? Opening my eyes again, I wasn't dead. I was sitting in my childhood bedroom as a fifteen-year-old. "Jocelyn, honey, are you ready for school?" Hearing my mother's gentle voice, I walked downstairs and saw my brother laughing at the dining table. This time, I won't let my father's lies destroy us./1/115370/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8d35a5a96bfc8ce45e2dc2bdbfd47f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captive Of The Ruthless Underground Boss
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother. But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins. Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding. "I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter." Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead. From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard. Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave? When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy. But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity. Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh./0/91361/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae246ac3af7f69c0ca2de39bf502b979&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mysterious Fortune Behind My Surprising Husband
Hoping to break free from her greedy family, Kaitlin rushed into a marriage with a man she barely knew. She assumed she'd wed a plain salaryman, until he handed her keys straight to a luxury penthouse. When her scheming stepmother tried marrying her off, he quietly bought an entire company and gave it to her. A furious parent at school? He snapped up the academy overnight. One wild night, he ripped his shirt and announced, "Let me be your husband tonight or I'll tell the world you're mine!" Kaitlin pushed him away, but soon, the whole internet exploded with their headline romance./1/122184/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7e73563ad6efafa7d3fea837c80517c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Is A Billionaire Heiress
On our third wedding anniversary, I spent all afternoon preparing a perfect dinner, waiting for my husband. He showed up three hours late, bringing his first love along with him. Her hand was resting protectively over a softly rounded belly. Augustine looked at me coldly and announced that she was pregnant and would be living with us from now on. When she pretended to be weak, he ordered me to get her a glass of hot water, treating me like a lowly maid. His mother rushed in shortly after, cursing me as a barren hen and celebrating the mistress's pregnancy. They surrounded her with care, completely forgetting the silvery scar hidden on my lower back. It was the permanent reminder of the kidney I had given him to save his life. Three years of devotion, swallowing my pride, and sacrificing my own body all felt like a cruel, elaborate joke. I didn't feel pain anymore, just a profound, bone-deep chill and overwhelming disgust. So, I calmly demanded a divorce, waived my rights to all his assets, and walked out. Then, I turned on a secret phone I hadn't used in three years and called my billionaire brother. "Brother, I need you to come get me. I'm getting a divorce." This time, I chose to reclaim my true identity and crush him on my own terms./0/49832/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c2f15e2d08f19d02de0540cdfad868d&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?/1/117642/coverorgin.jpg?v=7092aa5bfa0da7ad60df83a95ca6880b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Obsession: Reclaiming His Heiress
After surviving a murder attempt in the freezing ocean, I finally made it back to the wealthy family that abandoned me years ago. I crashed my half-sister Bryana’s lavish 21st birthday party. Instead of welcoming me, my father looked at me with pure disgust, and my aunt—who had married him right after my mother's death—immediately started scheming. "Get this disgusting beggar out of here before she ruins my party!" Bryana shrieked, demanding security throw me out like trash. When they realized they couldn't just get rid of me, Bryana handed me an unforgiving, skin-tight Gucci gown and twelve-centimeter stiletto heels. She set up a harsh spotlight on the grand staircase, fully intending to watch me stumble and become the ultimate laughingstock in front of New York's elite. They thought I was still the pathetic, penniless country girl they had left to rot in Pennsylvania. They thought they could step all over me and keep their dark secrets buried. They had no idea what I had endured to survive, or the ruthless billionaire whose life I had just saved on a deserted island. I didn't panic or cry. I calmly put on the dress, applied my makeup with a surgeon's cold precision, and stepped into the spotlight. As I walked down those stairs flawlessly, silencing the entire room, I knew the real war had just begun. I was going to uncover the truth about my mother's death and tear their perfect lives apart./1/106611/coverorgin.jpg?v=39fb3a6dbe1ba1bcd2231302d860131e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bought By The Man Who Hates Me
I sat at a mahogany table in River Oaks, clutching the strap of a pilled black dress from a life I’d lost five years ago. I was an exile in a world of old money, just trying to survive a dinner party I didn't belong in. Then the doors opened, and Baron Lowery walked in. He was no longer the boy I’d loved, but a powerful man with eyes like a storm front. When the host asked if we’d met, Baron didn't even blink. "I don't know her," he said. The erasure was a physical blow. His new girlfriend spent the night mocking my "quaint" legal aid work and calling me a washed-up gold digger. Baron didn't defend me; he watched my humiliation with a cold, predatory stillness. During a game of Truth or Dare, he stared me down, waiting for a confession. To protect his career and the secret of my father’s federal crimes, I looked him in the eye and told the ultimate lie: "No regrets." He retaliated by pinning me against a concrete wall in a dark stairwell, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that felt like a punishment. He told me I wasn't worth the effort and left me. I retreated to my real life—a moldy trailer and a blackmailer named Harvey who was forcing me into a marriage to save my father from prison. I thought I’d hit rock bottom until Baron’s silver Bentley pulled up to my slum. He didn't come to apologize. He flipped open a checkbook, scribbled fifty thousand dollars, and held it out like I was a common streetwalker. "One night," he demanded. "Do whatever I say, and it's yours." I looked at the man I’d sacrificed my entire soul for and realized he’d finally become the monster I'd tried to save him from. I shoved the check back in his face and ran into the rain, leaving the billionaire staring at the trailer park, unable to understand why the "gold digger" he hated so much wouldn't take his money./1/123807/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a79cbd61fab5e9bf4d1ce8b132f6660&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Fiancés, One Hidden Queen
Orphaned at a young age, Adelina grew up surrounded by love, only to be dismissed as a clueless country girl when she arrived in the city. No one knew her aunt was an acclaimed actress or that her godfather was the richest man alive. She built several legendary identities for herself: elite wedding dress designer, the world's champion racer, brilliant hacker... When Adelina crossed paths with her five potential fiancés, they all looked down on her. But as each secret came to light, their contempt turned into admiration, desire, and a fierce battle to win her heart./1/115047/coverorgin.jpg?v=978f0eeb18bb77125ad019c654b60d6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress
Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest./1/122185/coverorgin.jpg?v=83cc721e63cc7d86391f819bca63b214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Carrying The Ruthless Tycoon's Secret Heir
For three years, Chloe Beaumont played the perfect contract companion to billionaire Julian Sinclair, enduring his coldness just to pay her sick mother's astronomical medical bills. Then, a positive pregnancy test shattered her fragile reality. When she carefully asked him about the future, Julian's eyes were merciless. He coldly stated that any "accidents" outside their contract would be immediately terminated. Before she could even hide the truth, a photo of her used pregnancy test was leaked on the company's internal chat during a high-society gala. Assuming she was using the baby to force a marriage proposal, Julian brutally severed their agreement. He kicked her out of his penthouse and his company, leaving her with absolutely nothing. Fleeing back to her shabby childhood apartment, her nightmare only deepened. Her abusive stepfather learned of the pregnancy and tried to extort her. After Julian's security team ruthlessly chased the man away just to protect the corporate image, the desperate stepfather retaliated in the worst way possible. He sent Chloe a horrific video of a bribed nurse unplugging her mother's life-saving oxygen tube. "Twenty-four hours. One million dollars. Or her next breath is up to you." Her doctor had just warned her that an abortion would leave her permanently infertile. She was carrying her only chance at a family, while her mother was suffocating on camera. Why did three years of absolute obedience and sacrifice only lead her to this suffocating dead end? Staring at the glittering city skyline, Chloe gently placed a hand on her flat stomach. She had to get that million dollars, even if it meant making a deal with the devil./1/119265/coverorgin.jpg?v=d680ddd3bbad62c3c0c570e3a8a86ef2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage: My Secret Billionaire Husband
To pay for my mother's medical bills and escape my abusive ex-fiancé, I entered a contract marriage with a seemingly ordinary office worker named Julian. But right after we signed the papers, my "normal" husband effortlessly commanded men in black to throw my harassing ex down the stairs, then moved me into a breathtaking Manhattan penthouse. He claimed the luxury apartment was just a corporate tax write-off, and his high-end connections were just employee discounts. I believed his flawless lies, until we were chased by heavily armed assassins in black SUVs on a dark highway. He didn't panic. Instead, he calmly pulled a real Glock from the glove compartment and pressed the heavy weapon into my shaking hands. "I will not let anything happen to you." He shielded me with his own body. Just as the killers closed in, a tactical helicopter and armored vehicles swarmed the woods. Elite operators stepped out, bowing to my husband and respectfully calling him "Sir." I was terrified and completely bewildered. Who exactly was this man I married? Why did a simple finance guy have a private army and a deadly target on his back? Looking at his bleeding shoulder, I didn't run. I chose to face the darkness by his side. And as I slept, my gentle husband stepped onto the balcony, his voice turning into a ruthless blade as he ordered the financial ruin of the billionaire empire that dared to hunt me./1/115372/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ebe5ae4e7e0bec5615975b8de2bba1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming Her Crown: The CEO's Sudden Bride
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years. But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap. They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal. When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face. The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago-how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé. Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement. "You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!" Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic. They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again. She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night. Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger. "Are you single? Marry me right now." She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago./0/58918/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9eeb5727e119fc4ea6027415bb7218&imageMogr2/format/webp)
