Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Genius Heiress' Ruthless Divorce Revenge
Harlow had endured three years of a loveless marriage, funding her husband Beck's life and secretly writing the AI code that saved his failing company. But when she walked into her family's private memorial library, she found Beck having sex with his mistress, Fallon, right on top of her late father's antique desk. Instead of showing guilt, Beck proudly announced that Fallon had given him a son and heir. He demanded Harlow accept the bastard child and stay married just to maintain his perfect public image. To make matters worse, Fallon was actually a corporate spy from a rival company, actively stealing Harlow's family legacy while Beck willingly handed over the company secrets. When Harlow demanded an immediate divorce, Beck laughed in her face. "I will never sign the divorce papers! I will drag this out in court until you bleed dry!" Looking at her father's crushed pocket watch and the two parasites desecrating her sacred home, Harlow's shock turned into a freezing, absolute clarity. How could she have spent three years supporting a selfish hypocrite who would so ruthlessly destroy her parents' legacy? Harlow calmly packed her bags, threw his bespoke suits in the trash, and walked out the door. She went straight to Fitzgerald Monroe, the most ruthless billionaire corporate lawyer in New York, ready to use her secret identity to make Beck lose everything./1/106622/coverorgin.jpg?v=098e3f084e0e3fa46bf501b74f9cc854&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night
I spent three weeks scrubbing carbonized grease off woks at the Jade Garden, hiding my elite tactical training behind raw knuckles and a practiced, submissive stutter. My mission was the only thing keeping me sane: finding my sister, Elena, who vanished into thin air after her phone last pinged near the city’s Restricted Sector. The breakthrough came when my boss, a bully named Uncle Wong, forced me to take a delivery to 101 Blackwood Drive—a high-security fortress where the drivers whispered that people went in and never came back right. It was a geographic match for Elena's last known location, but as I rode my battered scooter toward the massive steel gates, I realized I wasn't just investigating a lead; I was walking into a spider's web. The mansion was a monolith of cold concrete and military-grade surveillance, owned by Hugh Bradford, a billionaire who controlled the city’s elite like puppets. During my delivery, the magnetic locks hissed shut, the lights died, and I was plunged into absolute darkness with a predator who didn't want my money. Bradford pinned me against a stainless steel counter and did something unthinkable: he sank his teeth into my shoulder, using the rhythm of my frantic pulse to anchor his own fractured mind. I escaped with a bruised neck and a thousand-dollar "tip," feeling the crushing weight of his violation and the terrifying realization that my "clumsy immigrant" act hadn't fooled him for a second. I didn't understand why a man of his power would treat a delivery girl like a biological drug, or what he had done to the other girls who had vanished behind those black glass walls. My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized I was being hunted by a man who could buy and sell my life a thousand times over. "You're terrified," he had whispered in the dark, and for the first time in years, I wasn't faking it. Back in my apartment, I found a note tucked inside the cash that confirmed my worst fears: "For the inconvenience. See you Tuesday." He thinks he’s found a new toy to play with, but he just gave me the one thing I needed to find my sister—an invitation to go back inside and finish what I started./1/113760/coverorgin.jpg?v=d138ca81b80805b82fa561558a0f2b22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage With The Genius Heiress
Alysia lay on the freezing operating table, moments away from donating her kidney to her brother's fiancée. But as the anesthesia set in, a violent shock tore through her brain, awakening agonizing memories of a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand past lifetimes. She suddenly realized her family's true plan. Her brother and his fiancée weren't just taking her organ; they were secretly plotting to declare her mentally unfit post-surgery to steal her entire trust fund. When Alysia abruptly stopped the procedure and exposed the fiancée's kidney failure as the result of severe drug abuse, her family's reaction was chilling. Her father didn't care about the truth or the law. He ordered his bodyguards to lock Alysia up until she agreed to the surgery, while her brother threatened to freeze her assets and seize her late mother's penthouse. "You have no heart, Alysia. You don't deserve the Kent name," her aunt spat in disgust. For lifetimes, she had kept her head down, taking the blame and sacrificing everything for a family that viewed her as nothing more than a disposable blood bag and a financial pawn. The resignation that had clouded her eyes for so long vanished, replaced by the absolute, zero-degree cold of a glacier. Ripping the IV from her hand and leaving her family in stunned silence, Alysia walked straight out of the hospital. She had exactly forty-six hours to find a husband to secure her inheritance, and she knew exactly which ruthless billionaire CEO to target to help her burn the Kent family to the ground./0/88453/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1bbf69b16457647d6c7e1d0d860a411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Back For Blood: My Vengeful Comeback As A Billionaire Tycoon
Cornered, Melinda cut a desperate deal with the man she most hated-Declan, the ex‑husband who bankrupted her family for another woman's revenge. Days were spent enduring that woman's petty cruelties; nights found her submitting to Declan's cold desire while she hunted the truth. He later watched, unmoved, as his beloved pushed Melinda from a rooftop. Years on, she returned a self‑made billionaire, child in arms, and crushed his fortune. Choked with emotion, he begged, "I was wrong-remarry me." Looping her arm through his rival's, she answered, "Never." Declan looked at the miniature version of himself in her arms and shattered./1/117329/coverorgin.jpg?v=1583f3559768a35c2964899aba9d5edb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow
I gave up everything to be the perfect fiancée to Jemal and the grateful sister to Claire. But as I lay dying on a cold warehouse floor, I watched them passionately kiss over my bleeding body. "Damn it, look at my suit. This was custom," Jemal complained, flicking my blood from his cuff. "Oh, don't be such a baby. She was always so gullible," Claire laughed, mocking my dying gasps. They admitted every promise and sisterly defense was a lie to steal my inheritance and save his bankrupt company. As my soul detached, the warehouse doors burst open. It was Braxton Shields, the ruthless Wall Street titan whose arranged engagement I had broken off years ago. The famously cold billionaire fell to his knees in my blood, his stoic mask shattering into raw agony. He gently cleaned my face, pulled out a hidden photo of me, and kissed my cold forehead. "I'm sorry, Alex. I was too late. I should have never let you go." Without hesitation, he drank a vial of poison and slumped dead beside me. The shock of his ultimate devotion and my own foolish blindness tore my soul apart. Why did I choose my murderers over the man who loved me enough to die for me? Opening my eyes again, I was back in my eighteen-year-old body. It was the exact day I was welcomed back into the toxic Vargas family from foster care. This time, they would all pay./0/50493/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4445f50095861155799548e1e9abf38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Baby's Daddy Is An Ex-convict
In the fiery aftermath of his past, Severin Feuillet emerged from the depths of confinement, his spirit ablaze with newfound zest for life. Thrown into the chaos of freedom, he found himself tangled in a web of passion and deceit, where the line between love and longing blurred with every heartbeat. Haunted by a lost love, Severin sought comfort in the arms of a woman whose betrayal cut deeper than any prison bars. Yet amidst the ruins of his shattered dreams, a glimmer of hope emerged-an enigmatic beauty, harboring a secret so profound it would unravel his very existence. As destiny weaved its intricate pattern, Severin embarked on a journey of redemption and revelation, navigating the perilous path of desire and despair. With each step, he delved deeper into the labyrinth of his own desires, wrestling with demons that threatened to consume him. But amid the chaos of his turbulent journey, a beacon of light emerged-a love so pure, so intoxicating, it defied all logic. United by fate and driven by an unyielding passion, Severin and his mysterious companion embarked on a whirlwind romance, their hearts entwined in a dance of ecstasy and yearning. In this captivating tale of love and redemption, Severin's quest for absolution takes him to the edge of madness and back again, as he confronts the shadows of his past and embraces the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities. With prose as vivid as it is compelling, this enchanting story will captivate readers from start to finish, leaving them longing for more./0/72880/coverorgin.jpg?v=41e81d04e5151363d1c648e582fe8683&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEVIANT PRINCE
Hailey Astor-a sweetly attractive lady whose life became a cluster of thorns after she was forced to get married to Blake Augustus, a man old enough to be her father. It's the 21st century constitutional monarchy of New York where King Kaden Clifford rules the city, and Blake Augustus happens to be the prime minister who's also the king's best friend. Blake is endowed with wickedness, and he's always ready to unleash it on anyone anywhere. Hailey's parents threw her at him as an offering to make him pump them with money monthly. So far he gives them money, he's free to even kill her. And as for Blake, he didn't marry her without plans either. He has a girlfriend Judith who hates Hailey crazily for unknown reasons. Blake married Hailey to be Judith's maid and his own punching bag. Hailey's life turned bitterly sour, the two devils made everything hard. She was at the breaking point when she met HIM. Colt Clifford, the unhinged second prince of the city who'd stop at nothing till he claims her, own her, corrupt her and make her moan for him in every angle possible. What's it gonna be? With Blake and Judith around, will that ever come to fruition?/1/106623/coverorgin.jpg?v=59411c46b2d782df12117e4f3202c05e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Heiress's Debt to the Billionaire
I was once the princess of the Upper East Side, but now I’m just "debt wrapped in pretty skin." To keep my father alive in a federal penitentiary, I signed a contract I didn't fully understand. I thought it was about restoring my family's name, but producer Barnett Orr treated it like a bill of sale for my soul. Inside his limousine, the air smelled like gasoline and fear. Barnett didn't want a star; he wanted a victim. He bruised my jaw and ripped my vintage silk gown to shreds, laughing because he knew I couldn't fight back without signing my father's death warrant. "Don't forget who owns you, Felicity," he whispered. When he dragged me into Dewitt Knight’s penthouse party, I was a walking disaster. I huddled in Barnett’s oversized jacket, my lip bleeding and my spirit shattered. The elite crowd didn't see a victim; they saw a fallen girl selling herself for a role. A former rival poured red wine over me, and the room erupted in cruel laughter while Barnett told everyone he was just "testing my commitment." I looked up at the balcony, locking eyes with Dewitt Knight. He was a god in a bespoke suit, looking down at me with cold, lethal disgust. He didn't see the bruises or the desperation. He only saw a transaction he found beneath him. "So the rumors are true," he said, his voice cutting through the music. "The Aguilars really will do anything for money now. Even this." I was trapped between a monster who wanted to break me and a man who thought I was trash. No one cared that my father's life depended on my silence. When Barnett cornered me in a guest room later that night, his belt jingling like a death knell, I realized no one was coming to save a girl like me. I fought back with a crystal vase, shattering it against his shoulder, but I was drowning in my own terror. Just as Barnett lunged for my throat, the door was kicked off its hinges. Dewitt stood there, finally seeing the blood on the carpet and the map of purple bruises on my bare back. He chased the monster away, but I didn't feel safe. I locked the guest room door, wedged a chair under the handle, and slept with a silver letter opener pressed against my skin. When I crept into the kitchen at midnight and found him waiting in the shadows, I aimed the blade at his heart. "In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble. But in a world where I had already been sold once, I knew that even protection came with a price I couldn't afford to pay./0/79694/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc923103c8cb7cefe8f5b44bb4046af6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pawn To Queen: My Sweet Escape From A Manipulative Lover
The moment Melanie grasped she was merely a clever piece sliding across Greyson's grand chessboard, she tore herself free without blinking. Not a day later, Greyson watched a swarm of suitors orbit her like moths around a flame; spite boiled over, and he cursed the urge to chain her wrist to his own. Bent on breaking his hold, Melanie threw everything she had at her escape, her heart aching for freedom. Greyson summoned a last reserve of strength to free her, yet five tortured minutes later he collapsed, hands shaking, begging, "If you're going, can you take me with you?"/1/105650/coverorgin.jpg?v=f335127dc3ef40a00a6b5af645cef54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Beggar To Billionaire, From Princess To Prisoner
At their first meeting, Vanessa dazzled as the heiress of an elite family, while Shawn survived as a broke, hardworking student. He fell for her-then she shattered his illusion with a sneer. "Do you think you're even in my league?" Years later, Shawn returned as a rising attorney and heir to a powerful family, backed by wealth and influence. Disgraced and frantic, Vanessa fought to free her parents, framed and jailed. She dropped to her knees and begged for his help. He said coolly, "Be my lover-until I'm done with you." To her, it was his revenge. But Shawn knew it was the love he'd wanted./1/115708/coverorgin.jpg?v=af6aa2421bb917490e8b0fe4071433e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Marriage: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire
To save my toxic family's bankrupt company, I was sold for fifty million dollars to marry Arch Rush III, a notoriously ruthless and paralyzed billionaire. Because of my severe face blindness, I couldn't even recognize my new husband. I was just a cheap, replaceable pawn. Yet, while my own parents physically abused me and treated me like livestock, my terrifying new husband actually protected me. But entering the Rush family estate was like stepping into a snake pit. His aristocratic relatives mocked my cheap clothes and even tried to disfigure me with boiling tea. To further humiliate me in front of a world-renowned neurologist, his grandmother pointed a bony finger at me. "Go massage his muscles, this is your daily duty now." Arch glared at me with a lethal warning, but I had no choice. Trembling, I pressed my hands into his thigh. My heart instantly dropped. Beneath his expensive suit, there was no soft, withered flesh. The muscle contours were tight, dense, and incredibly firm. How could a man completely paralyzed from the waist down have the legs of an athlete? Before I could process the terrifying truth, my strong fingers dug into a nerve cluster. Under my touch, his "dead" muscle violently twitched. The doctor dropped his pen in absolute shock, and I realized I had just accidentally exposed the ruthless billionaire's deadliest secret./1/116357/coverorgin.jpg?v=02d069d7edf4eaf17dca68e5e1a90880&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./0/64770/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dc647c6b397f3b10bf6909d7c5b6c2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Spotlight
Vanessa Harrington, sexy, sassy, beautiful, black, bold, a well-known celebrity and a music artist, is framed with taking drugs and involving in child sexual abuse. This simple allegation tore down her career and took everything away from her-well, not everything because she still got her family and her three best friends in her hometown. She decided to go back to Barnes City to renovate herself and hopefully build back her career, but she disguised herself so she could have a normal life for once in her entire life and so no one would recognise her and call her shitty names. Taking a break from limelight, she takes a drastic turn and moves to Barnes as Nessa Dean; there she meets a sexy churchboy whom she chases around.Liam Kent, who just moved to Barnes a month before Vanessa came back, didn't want anything to do with her, and this infuriated her, and she swore she was going to get him by all means. Would she get him? What happens when her friends make a bet on her getting the guy? Would her new life as a bartender be permanent, or would she get her old life back? Would Liam's religious beliefs get in the way of him noticing this crazy girl with a foul mouth and hood character?/1/119602/coverorgin.jpg?v=761de05b0c63627697e45642fc550507&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Planning His Wedding, Sleeping In His Bed
At her lavish engagement party, Kayden Reynolds thought she was about to marry the man of her dreams. That was until she hid in a dark lounge and overheard her fiancé, Carter, whispering to her stepsister, Megan. "Once we're married and I control her trust fund, we'll have her doctor falsely advise that carrying a child is too risky. Then you, my love, can give me the real heir." Her world collapsed overnight. Desperate, she traded her body to Carter’s ruthless, terrifying cousin, Brook Edwards, for help, only to find herself trapped in his cruel game. Then came the devastating blows: her innocent, imprisoned father was violently attacked and isolated. When she sought comfort at home, her own biological mother violently beat her, screaming that she wished the stepsister was her real daughter. They even demanded Kayden hand over her future firstborn to Megan as compensation. When she refused, Carter blackmailed her with a fabricated, scandalous video of her father, threatening to have him killed in prison if she didn't sign away her entire fortune. Why was everyone she loved trying to destroy her? Her fiancé treated her womb like a disposable tool, her mother treated her like a curse, and her father was being tortured behind bars. Looking at the malicious, triumphant smiles of her fiancé and stepsister, Kayden wiped the blood from her cheek. She would no longer be their victim, even if it meant making a deal with the devil himself to tear their lives apart./1/105651/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fbbe5887f46e13cd3647d54ec1ed002&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fall From Grace, Rise To Reign
For six years, Lainey devoted herself to Jeremy, earning only ridicule from their social circle. Everything changed when she overheard him tell his lover, "She's nothing but a lapdog." Heartbroken, Lainey found solace with a supposed escort. People thought it was a ploy to win Jeremy back, but Lainey only scoffed. "He's just a housekeeper's son faking his status. Without me, he's nothing." Then everyone realized she was the real powerhouse, owning both elite society and the underworld. Jeremy begged in vain; Lainey never looked back. Her new man, supposedly a gigolo but secretly high society's elite, kissed her before Jeremy. "Your ex is pathetic."/1/106625/coverorgin.jpg?v=4352524ea5a2cabaaf660075cd212658&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Devil I Ruined
Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created./0/45305/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c875b2851e5d393c62be52f94011a8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bride Is Far Away
After facing numerous hurdles, uncovering deep secrets, and battling dangerous adversaries, the protagonist discovers a hidden island that holds the key to unraveling the entire conspiracy. This mysterious island, shrouded in myths and legends, becomes a pivotal turning point in the story. It holds long-lost treasures, but also traps the protagonist and their allies in a dangerous situation where trust is tested and alliances crumble. The island reveals a hidden love story from the past, intertwining the lives of the main characters in an unexpected way. As the protagonist races against time to solve the final puzzle and save their beloved, they must navigate treacherous waters, confront their own vulnerabilities, and make difficult choices to ultimately overcome the final obstacles and find true happiness./1/115386/coverorgin.jpg?v=10ae828d3374dfb9d66235d928437bbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoiled By The Assassin Family
I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me./1/120254/coverorgin.jpg?v=50a0ac9c0ce5402601a565c89a6f186c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Invisible Wife Was A Dazzling Superstar
For three years, Nicole was Blaine's invisible wife, giving up her singing career to devote herself to him. In return, she watched his name trend online beside the woman he loved. This time, Nicole chose divorce. Before leaving, she made sure to collect a little interest on three years of heartbreak by finally sleeping with him, even sending her soon-to-be ex-husband to a urologist and causing an online frenzy. While everyone expected her downfall, Nicole returned to the stage. Her comeback songs topped the charts, and endorsements poured in. Meanwhile, the husband who never cared realized he couldn't live without her. And so began his desperate crusade to win back his ex-wife./1/111170/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d92526714f8c39f59e368a6eb287216&imageMogr2/format/webp)
