Modern Books for Women
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The CEO's unfaithful husband
Daily Update / 1 Chapter per Day I married the man my parents had chosen, clinging to the hope of one day loving him. For them, nothing was better than marrying their daughter off to another doctor: the son of their best friends. Our first night together was our wedding night. I'd never been with anyone before, and yet I knew there was no tenderness between us; only haste and clumsiness. I don't think that was lovemaking. Aching, I lay down beside him and fell asleep until the ringing of his cell phone broke the silence. A picture of him with another woman appeared on the screen. I thought he'd ignore the call, but he answered as if I didn't exist. The irony is that, unintentionally, I ended up falling in love with him. Even though he hurt me, even though he treated me cruelly, I still dream that he'll repent and come back to me. I just need her out of his life. Sometimes I think I'm about to lose my patience: I feel like I hate him; I wonder if I'll have the strength to keep forgiving him. Will he ever truly love me... or will I have to ask for a divorce?/1/108222/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260207153524&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Heiress: My Dangerous Double Life
I spent ten years living in a rusted trailer in Upstate New York, enduring the stench of stale cigarettes and the Millers' constant abuse. They called me a useless leech and a parasite, never realizing I was simply a top-tier operative known as "Ghost" waiting for the signal to return to my real life. The breaking point came when the Millers threw my muddy duffel bag into the dirt and shrieked at me to get out. As I walked away, a massive explosion leveled their home behind me, and a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the curb. A man in white gloves opened the door and addressed me as "Miss Vance," announcing that my billionaire parents were finally waiting for me. But my homecoming was far from a fairytale. My biological mother was dying of heart failure, and my cousin Victoria publicly humiliated me, calling me "trailer trash" and mocking my lack of education. To make matters worse, I was forced into an engagement with Julian Sterling, a ruthless CEO who despised the idea of marrying a "charity case" like me. No one knew that the "meek" girl they pitied was leading a double life. While Victoria tried to shame me at dinner parties, I was busy infiltrating elite clubs in tactical bodysuits and stealing encrypted drives from Russian arms dealers. I had to play the role of the helpless, boring daughter while my own fiancé hunted the mysterious thief who had pinned him against a wall and kissed him breathless in the shadows. I thought my cover was perfect until Julian's grandmother collapsed on Fifth Avenue in full cardiac arrest. While the crowd stood paralyzed, I broke protocol and used a forbidden "Ghost Needle" technique to bring her back from the dead before vanishing into the crowd. That evening, Julian watched the viral footage of the miracle rescue, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the "uneducated" girl he was forced to marry. He realized the boring woman sitting across from him at dinner was the same dangerous operative who had outsmarted him at the club, and the hunt for the truth had finally hit home./1/116357/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526161513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: My Cheating Husband's Downfall
In my past life, my billionaire husband Julian brought a frail, "traumatized" earthquake survivor named Ava into our home. I didn't know she was his mistress until I was bleeding out on a sterile delivery bed. While I fought for my life and our unborn child, Julian coldly signed a Do Not Resuscitate order. In that life, I had cried, screamed, and begged for his love. He just called me hysterical, slept with her in the guest wing, and secretly drained my pre-marital assets to buy her mansions and priceless pink diamonds. I died completely broken, stripped of my dignity, listening to the flatline of my own heart monitor. I couldn't understand how the man who promised me a perfect life could condemn me to death so easily. Why did my blind love only earn me a tragic end while they lived happily ever after on my family's money? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day he brought Ava home. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. "Ava will be staying in the guest wing," Julian stated, expecting me to explode. I smiled perfectly, welcomed her in, and secretly called my divorce attorney to trigger my prenup's exit clause. This time, I chose to live for vengeance./1/105563/coverorgin.jpg?v=108423327d9ed57fdeb862ecefe1c837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Precious Angel Turned Out To Be Deadlier Than Sin
In a strange country and on the edge of hopelessness, the trapped young woman was swept up in a theatrical rescue by a rich, ruthless man. He dropped twenty billion to pry her from a devil's grip, kept her near like a prized little pet, and even gave her the name Malinda. To everyone else, Malinda looked savage and merciless, her name alone making people flinch. Yet to Charlie, she was a fragile, sweet thing he adored. When her real identities surfaced, they learned she was a miracle healer, an elite assassin, and heir to a shadowed clan. The onlookers shuddered. Fragile and sweet? For real?/1/104781/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260107114351&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blood Bag's Billion-Dollar Revenge
I was in the kitchen of the Vance mansion, slicing black truffles worth more than my car while my mother-in-law, Victoria, mocked my "backwoods" origins. My back throbbed from standing for six hours, and my head spun from the chronic anemia I’d developed since marrying into this family. Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a call from my husband, Julian. He didn't ask if I was okay or if I’d eaten; he simply ordered me to get to the hospital because his "fragile" friend Caroline needed another emergency blood transfusion. "Her hemoglobin is low, Seraphina. Get to St. Luke's now." I looked down at my left arm, which was a roadmap of bruises and needle marks hidden beneath my sweater. When I tried to tell him that the medical guidelines forbade donating again so soon, Julian’s voice turned dangerous. "I don't care about guidelines. She’s in crisis, and your anemia is manageable. Are you really going to be this selfish after the life we gave you?" Seconds later, a photo arrived from an unknown number. It showed Julian sitting on Caroline’s hospital bed, tenderly feeding her apples. The text underneath was a visceral slap in the face: "He wouldn't even eat dinner with you, but he's feeding me. Thanks for the refill, blood bag." At that moment, something inside me finally snapped. I realized that to the Vances, I wasn't a wife or even a human being—I was a biological spare part, a servant they kept around only to be drained dry for a woman who was faking her illness. I untied my apron, dropped it into the trash, and walked past a screaming Victoria toward the front door. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number I had been forbidden to contact since my wedding day. "Mr. Henderson, it's Seraphina Sterling. Prepare the divorce papers. And if they contest it... burn their entire empire to the ground."/1/101183/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f4ca460677ab65a371f2f09133699db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silent Devotion: When My Cold Marriage Turns Burning Hot
By the third year of Dayna's lukewarm marriage to Vincent, her ex suddenly returned and clung to her, whispering everywhere that they were about to rekindle their spark. Gossip flooded the internet until she could barely breathe. Cornered at a press conference, she watched Vincent stride in, pull her into his arms, and kiss her in front of the cameras. When her ex roared, "If you don't love her, give her back to me," Vincent only tightened his hold and said, "Who says I don't love my wife? We're already trying for a baby." Only later did Dayna learn he'd loved her in secret for years./0/18115/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220303145617&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The CEO'S Contract Bride
Should I blame them-or myself? I was born into wealth but starved for love. So when the charming Henry Desmond swept me off my feet, I fell-hard. Then he vanished, leaving me pregnant and heartbroken. Now, with my father on his deathbed, I've inherited a billion-dollar empire... and a shattered heart. To protect my name and the child I carry, I agree to a contract engagement with Shaw Molton, my father's loyal right-hand man. But when pretend feelings blur into something real and Henry returns with secrets that could destroy everything, I'm faced with an impossible choice: confront the past that broke me... or fight for a future I never dared to dream. In a world built on lies and betrayal-can true love still win?/1/112917/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525001921&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Temptation: No Escape From My Brother-In-Law's Obsession
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust. Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state. She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."/1/115420/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518150751&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Betrayal: Watch Me Shine Now
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle. She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party. When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress. Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite. I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen. In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled. During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool. My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water. I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage? After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets. I didn't shed a single tear. "I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again." I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night./0/42364/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230804143639&imageMogr2/format/webp)
YOUNG BLOOD 1
Beautiful face makes this high school girl often bullied by her friends. The transfer student from Jakarta did not expect that she would be bullied at a school in the village. Maybe that was Ariana's destiny. Because back in Jakarta he often bullied quiet girls. It turned out that the quiet girl's revenge was really cruel. Ariana's parents fell into poverty and caused her family to live in the village. It turned out that in the village he met a quiet girl who had been bullied when he was in Jakarta. Her name is Bulan, the girl moved from Jakarta to the village because she could no longer stand being bullied by her friends in Jakarta. When they meet at the same school again but with their different economic conditions. That actually makes the moon feel very lucky because time has turned. The moon is currently over and that makes it easy to get revenge on Ariana. At that time, Ariana was bullied every day by the Moon and her friends. Bulan has many friends in the village. So he can do anything to Ariana. Meanwhile, Ariana has no friends at all in the village. Ariana was still a brave girl when she was bullied by the Moon and her gang. Every day Ariana tries to fight the moon and her gang but unfortunately the Moon's camp is more. Even Ariana didn't have any friends at all at the school in the village. Ariana's life in the village was miserable. Poor and bullied. It was karma for Ariana and the bullying was revenge from the Moon. Bulan is not in the same school as her boyfriend, so her boyfriend doesn't know that he is bullying Ariana. But finally the King found out that Bulan was bullying Ariana. Even though Bulan tried to convince the King that Bulan did not bully Ariana. But Raja has evidence of Vidio when Bulan dragged Ariana and beat her and even flushed Ariana with sewer water. The video made Bulan afraid of being expelled from school. Bulan finally apologized and will not repeat her evil deeds. He promised his girlfriend. But that's all already. Because the King has fallen in love with Ariana. It made Raja want to be Ariana's lover. This made Bulan want to take revenge on Ariana even more cruelly. Because according to the Moon, Ariana had stolen the King from her. Once upon a time, the Moon wanted to kill Ariana by mixing poison into Ariana's drink. But the King knew about it. The king changed their drinks and the moon finally drank the poison he made himself. The moon died with a feeling of revenge still left. Meanwhile Ariana felt very sad because the Moon and revenge for her actions and Ariana now realized that bullying was not good. At the end of the story. Ariana's child was bullied by a childhood friend of Ariana's. Gladys was an elementary school friend who had been bullied by Ariana at the time. Gladys' arrival with her child was to bully Ariana's child. No matter how small the bad thing we do, it will definitely fall back on us. So we should do good from now on otherwise we will be in the valley of evil that will kill ourselves./0/23748/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518161500&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BET!(The all fell for her)
Meet Emily Brown, seventeen year old highschool drop out who lost the only people she called her parents. She was taken from the streets by her late guardian. When they died, she was back again on the streets again. Working as a pizza deliverer. She was kicked out of her workplace cause of a little misunderstanding....... And she found a work vacancy at a big place, With the people she's been dreaming to work with when she makes it. Will she get the job? Will fate be of help to her? There are good and bad moments. Sweet and sour moments Memories that can never be forgotten.... Find out in this intrudging story......./1/108224/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c1641a8a0473b79178eefa423a4d5ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Trophy Wife's Lethal Comeback
I was the invisible trophy wife, a silent liability who just signed away another two years of my life for a monthly allowance and a closet full of clothes. My husband, Holmes Wilson, didn't even look at me as he dismissed me like a servant, his voice a cold baritone that made the room drop ten degrees. Everything changed when he suddenly threw a divorce agreement at me, offering twenty million dollars to walk away forever. That night, I shed the mask and went to a club to celebrate my freedom, only to end up dismantling three men with the surgical efficiency of a spec-ops soldier to save my friend. I didn't know Holmes was watching from the shadows, his eyes locked on the "lifeless" wife he thought he knew. The next morning, the divorce was gone, replaced by a predatory ultimatum that turned my world into a gilded cage. "Withdraw the papers," Holmes commanded, his gaze now filled with a terrifying curiosity. "We're going to the Hamptons." My family-in-law cornered us, demanding an heir for board control, while my secret handler went completely dark. Holmes trapped me in his penthouse, suspecting I was a corporate spy, his touch becoming a possessive trap as he realized my entire background was a "ghost file" that shouldn't exist. I didn't understand how my carefully rehearsed theater had failed so spectacularly, or why the man who had ignored me for years was now obsessed with breaking my secrets. As the world outside hunted for the data I carried, I realized the man I feared most was now my only shield. "There's nowhere left for you to run," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with a dark, dangerous obsession. "You're mine now."/1/107442/coverorgin.jpg?v=78f1d959f2d13af63b2301df297f12bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Bride: Rising From The Shadows
I was hired to be the "cure" for the Stuart family’s reputation, a wife whose only job was to manage the emotional risks of Casper Stuart’s cold-blooded empire. My life was governed by spreadsheets and compliance reports, and my value was measured solely by my ability to remain a silent, perfect asset. On our second anniversary, Casper didn't come home for dinner; instead, a Page Six alert showed him with a Victoria's Secret model at Soho House, his hand possessively on her back. When he finally returned, he didn't offer an apology, but a clinical reminder of my "obligations." I soon discovered he had given my three-million-dollar anniversary bonus—a pink diamond necklace—to his mistress, while tossing me a cheap bracelet his assistant had picked out. When his mother offered me a two-hundred-million-dollar settlement to disappear, Casper tore the contract to shreds in front of me. He whispered that he had bought up every cent of my family’s medical and gambling debts, turning my marriage into a life sentence of indentured servitude. To prove his power, he kicked me out of his car in a rainstorm twenty miles from the city, leaving me to walk home barefoot while he drove off with my dog. "Tell her you want to stay," he had commanded in front of his mother, using my mother’s life as leverage to keep his "portfolio" intact. I stood in the mud, shivering as the rain washed away the mask of the supportive wife, realizing that to the Stuarts, I wasn't a human being—I was a line item that could be liquidated or crushed at will. But Casper forgot one thing: I am an actress, and I’ve finally landed the role of a lifetime. I’m done managing his risks; I’m about to become his greatest liability./1/115264/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526175306&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Him: Claimed By The Boss
After an exhausting fourteen-hour flight, Katia returned to her Upper East Side penthouse, expecting the quiet comfort of the life she had built. Instead, she found a pair of familiar red stilettos in the foyer and her fiancé, Caleb, tangled in their bedsheets with his twenty-two-year-old assistant. She didn't scream or cry. She simply took off her three-carat engagement ring, threw it at his bare chest, and demanded he buy out her half of the penthouse by Friday. Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite. Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him. The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note. "Good Job." For six years, she had funded Caleb's dreams and built his startup from the ground up, only to be treated like a lifeless ATM. With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work. She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal. But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President. Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train. "You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo./1/105565/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260113215604&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Surgeon: The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument. Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes. I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss. I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor. "Nature will clean up the mess," Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat. The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life. But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014. I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.' This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats./1/106973/coverorgin.jpg?v=a70de40fabb9754f87c53d29c1d64537&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goddess Mode Unlocked: Trash Bride, Hidden Legend
Three years ago, Corinna had been an orphan, taken in by an influential family to marry their comatose heir. Then the groom woke up, and the vows curdled; he treated her like worthless, disposable trash. After her car wreck, she lay bleeding on the asphalt while he cheated with the woman he truly wanted. Something in her snapped, and she asked for a divorce with numb, shattered calm. After walking away from the marriage, her secrets unraveled-a top-tier heiress, a hacker beyond reach, and a once-in-a-generation healer. Her ex came crawling back, begging, unraveling, and losing control. But it was all too late./1/115734/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260513165817&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The President's Dangerous Secret
I was just a urologist trying to survive my first solo VIP consult. The patient was an arrogant, terrifying man who refused a basic exam. But an hour later, I was in the ER, watching his seven-year-old son bleed out on the operating table. The boy had the rarest blood type in the world—Rh-null. And so did I. I gave my blood to save the kid, thinking that would be the end of it. I was completely wrong. The terrifying VIP was Auguste Raymond, the President of the United States. Because the traumatized First Son woke up crying for me, the White House didn't just thank me. They took me. My own mentor blackmailed me with my mother's nursing home fees, threatening to cut off her medical funding if I didn't comply. The Secret Service shoved me into a black SUV, confiscated my phone, and forced me to sign a strict NDA. I was stripped of my medical career and locked inside the West Wing. I gave my blood to save his only son, and in return, the President made me his prisoner. Standing in the Oval Office, facing the most powerful man in the free world, I realized my normal life was over. "Your medical duties are suspended indefinitely. You are nothing but a nanny now," he ordered coldly. I looked at the encrypted burner phone they handed me, typed a single text, and accepted my golden cage. "I'm in."/1/107443/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffb66d1a73dfc31ddf48080ce7028cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge
I was the "crazy girl" my family sent to a survivalist commune in Utah to rot. Four years later, I returned to Manhattan with a titanium USB drive and a heart full of ice, ready to blackmail the one man who could burn my family to the ground. But I underestimated how much they hated me. My fiancé, Preston, was already laundering money through my inheritance and sleeping with my replacement. He didn't even flinch when I showed him the evidence of his crimes. Instead, he grabbed me by the shoulders, smashed my phone, and shoved me out of his moving Lincoln into a midnight storm. I hit the wet pavement hard, my knees scraping against the asphalt as I watched him drive away, laughing about how I was a "dirt-poor exile" that nobody wanted. Within minutes, my credit cards were flagged as stolen and my father’s lawyers were drafting a statement calling me mentally unstable. I was left shivering in a puddle of oily sludge, wearing a ruined Chanel suit, with no money, no home, and no one to hear me scream. I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel. I was their flesh and blood, yet they treated me like a broken toy to be discarded in the trash. I was a "distressed asset" in a city that only valued gold. That’s when a black armored SUV pulled to the curb. King Wagner—the ruthless shark of Wall Street and Preston’s own uncle—looked at my muddy face with cold, calculating eyes. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a leash. "You belong to me now," he whispered, pulling me into the dry warmth of his car. By the next morning, he had announced our engagement to the world, turning me into the very weapon that would slit my family's throat./0/75217/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250911001725&imageMogr2/format/webp)
