Modern Books for Women
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The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
I spent a year hiding my lethal skills behind the stiff polyester uniform of a hotel butler. To the world, I’m just Betsey Madden, a "charity case" scrubbing floors at The Elysium to solve the mystery of my mother’s suspicious death. On the anniversary of her passing, my manager decided to humiliate me by assigning me to the Penthouse to serve Celestino Franklin, a billionaire known as the "Butcher of Wall Street" who supposedly eats staff for breakfast. When I stepped into the suite, I found the pristine white carpet stained with fresh blood and a wounded man lunging at me from the shadows. I didn't scream; I instinctively dropped into a combat stance I hadn't used since my days as a shadow operative in Vienna, pinning the billionaire before he could even blink. I had to choose between letting him bleed out or revealing that I was far more than a girl who folds napkins for minimum wage. I chose to save him, stitching his gunshot wound with a surgical precision that no ordinary servant should ever possess. As he gripped my wrist, the air turned cold. He didn't smell like a typical CEO; he carried the sharp scent of sandalwood and expensive scotch—the exact, intoxicating aroma of the man from the nightmares I’ve had since the night my mother died. "You have good hands," he rasped, his storm-gray eyes seeing right through my pale foundation and fake exhaustion. "You're wasting them on silver polish." I realized then that my cover wasn't just blown; it was the bait that had finally caught the monster I was looking for. I came to this hotel to find a killer, but I never expected my prime suspect to be the man now demanding I become his personal shadow. The hunt for the truth just turned into a deadly dance with a predator who knows exactly who I am, and I’m not leaving until I find out if he’s my savior or my mother's murderer./1/119606/coverorgin.jpg?v=053abbbf6453d824449beb248f555a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejecting The Tycoon: My Secret Billionaire Life
Arlie Solomon walked into her grandfather's funeral in faded jeans, ignoring the disgusted stares of her elite family who viewed her as a forgotten country outcast. But the grand hall froze when the lawyer read the final will. Her grandfather had left his entire billionaire empire—and an irrevocable marriage contract with Kerr Ward, the city's most powerful bachelor—solely to Arlie. The family erupted in venomous rage. Her uncle and cousins relentlessly tried to humiliate her, banishing the new billionaire to a dusty servant's room and mocking her lack of a high school diploma. When petty bullying failed, her uncle slammed a contract on the desk, threatening to publicly disown her if she didn't sign over the company. "You are tearing this family apart. Sign this, or we are done with you!" They thought she was just a helpless, uneducated girl they could easily crush. They had no idea that her five-year absence was a complete void—a "digital ghost" status so heavily encrypted that even Kerr Ward's top-tier intelligence network couldn't find a single trace of her existence. Faced with their ultimate threat, Arlie didn't panic. She calmly pulled a pre-drafted legal document from her backpack to permanently sever their family ties. "Once you sign this, you are legally strangers trespassing in my private residence. I will have you escorted off the property by the police." The charade of the ignorant country girl was over; it was time to clean house./1/126095/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b50a94eff6d74ae85c9c20f4ad85618&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Remade: Ruining My Heartless CEO Ex
Chloe Clark was the envy of Manhattan, engaged to the tech world's golden boy who had just promised her a wedding for the ages. But days later, her face was melting off, destroyed by corrosive acid disguised as her daily skin toner. Enduring excruciating pain, she stumbled to his office for answers, only to find him holding her best friend and maid of honor. Through the cracked door, she recorded their chilling laughter. "That acid worked wonders. No one will ever associate her with that disfigured face again." "Her value is exhausted. I have her formula, so she's useless to me now." When she burst in to confront them, they didn't even pretend to be sorry. Instead, they shoved her hard against a desk, snatched her voice recorder, and threw her out of the high-rise window. As the glittering city lights spun into a terrifying vortex, the ultimate betrayal tore her apart. Her love and her friendship were nothing but a lie, just stepping stones on their path to ruin her. Why did she have to die like garbage while they stole everything she had built? But she didn't hit the concrete. She woke up choking in a freezing river, staring at her unblemished, seventeen-year-old hands. She had been reborn, back to the exact day her adoptive mother pushed her off a cliff in the Montana wilderness. Climbing out of the icy water, a cold smile crept onto her face; this time, she would make them all pay in blood./1/117335/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae9f89fd768b3a5b28cd49914a122d8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And Her Dangerous Alpha
Isabel Jensen was the Cooper family's ultimate scapegoat. When her fake sister, Jessye, viciously pushed a classmate down a flight of marble stairs, the family didn't hesitate to protect the real monster. Her parents and her elite lawyer brother, Kadin, forced Isabel to sign a false confession to save the family's reputation. Kadin even used his legal expertise to ensure she received the maximum federal prison sentence with no parole. For two years, Isabel suffered in a cell while Jessye played the perfect, innocent victim. On the day of her release, Kadin showed up not to welcome her, but to throw a credit card onto the dirty asphalt. "You are nothing without the Cooper name. Out here, you're less than the junkies shooting up in the slums." He threatened to cut off her accounts, fully expecting her to drop to her knees and beg for his forgiveness. Her other brothers mocked her in their private group chats, betting she would starve on the streets within a week. The original Isabel had loved them desperately, constantly pleading for their affection, only to be ruthlessly discarded and framed. Why were they so blindly cruel to the one person who truly cared for them? But they didn't know the weak, easily manipulated girl had already died in that prison. The soul that took over her body was a transmigrated medical genius known on the dark web as The Surgeon. Isabel casually left his credit card in the dirt, stepped into a waiting Maybach sent by the billionaire Vanderbilt family, and prepared to crush the Cooper empire./1/112793/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5ac9230e5343d31a83ff7b382d37a04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret
Four years ago, Ashlee Maddox was ripped away from her wealthy Boston family and forged into a lethal black-ops commander. Now, her estranged parents were suddenly begging their long-lost daughter to come home. But the heartwarming reunion was a complete lie. They didn't love her; they just needed her grandfather's massive trust fund to save their failing company. The moment she arrived, the setup began. Her parents hired paparazzi to capture her looking unhinged, treating her like a stray dog while treating her adopted sister, Averi, like a princess. Averi faked injuries, tried to steal Ashlee's car, and threw tantrums to play the victim. During a family dinner, her father tried to trick her into signing away her entire fortune. When that failed, Averi planted a diamond necklace in Ashlee's coat, screaming for help to frame her for theft. They planned to declare her mentally unstable to legally seize control of her assets. They thought she was just a naive, broken girl they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea they were trying to gaslight a top-tier military predator who had just blown a ghost operative off a cliff with a heavy sniper rifle. Ashlee didn't panic or cry. She calmly shoved the diamond necklace into Averi's mouth and shattered her father's leg with a single vicious kick. "This is the last time you try to touch my money." Leaving her family terrified and broken in the hallway, she walked out of the mansion. The family trash was dealt with; now, it was time to hunt down the real enemy hiding in her city./0/78077/coverorgin.jpg?v=d01e45e947c02b26fb0aa93ba26228e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Refuse to Be a Slave to my Ex and Husband
Aria, the ambitious heir to a prestigious family empire, has always dreamt of breaking free from her family's oppressive expectations and forging her own identity. But when she uncovers a chilling conspiracy that sees her framed for financial misconduct, her world spirals into chaos. The betrayal runs deep- her charming ex-fiancé, Julian, is not just a casualty but a mastermind behind the plot orchestrating her downfall, alongside her own family members whc prioritize legacy over loyalty Determined to reclaim her freedom and rightful place in the business, Aria embarks on a treacherous journey filled with emotional turmoil and shocking revelations. As she navigates a treacherous landscape of deception, she must build alliances with unexpected allies, face painful truths about ner family's dark past, and confront her unresolvec feelings for Julian, who struggles with his own demons. With each step, Aria transforms from a woman burdened by her lineage into a force of nature, ready to defy the constraints imposed upon her. Yet, as the battle for her identity intensifies, she must grapple with the fine line between revenge and justice. Will Aria rise to claim her power, or will the very bonds that tie her to her family keep her shackled in a life she refuses to accept?/1/117660/coverorgin.jpg?v=91754e1cc65f479e507473b68001a2ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Scheming CEO
At the company gala, Chloe caught her boyfriend of two years making out with her best friend in a shadowed alcove. Heartbroken, she got blackout drunk. The next morning, she woke up wearing nothing but a man's dress shirt in a massive, sterile penthouse. The man walking out of the bathroom was Damien Sterling, the ruthless CEO of her company. Instead of firing her, he coldly assessed her and stated, "I don't make mistakes. Chloe, marry me. You are the most suitable candidate." Chloe refused, terrified of the ice-cold billionaire, and tried to focus on quietly plotting revenge against her cheating ex. But Damien wouldn't let her go. He manipulated her into accepting a career-making trip to Paris, subtly showed he knew her deepest secrets, and trapped her late at night in the empty office building. Then, the real nightmare began. The next morning, her department head found highly classified blueprints of their biggest competitor planted on her work computer. The files were downloaded late last night, exactly when she was stranded alone on the executive floor with Damien. She remembered the artisanal hot chocolate he bought her, the way he bandaged her sprained ankle, and the chilling realization that he had been secretly watching her for months. He didn't want a wife. He wanted a perfect, disposable scapegoat for corporate espionage. Staring at the fake evidence that would ruin her life and send her to prison, Chloe's blood ran cold. She wasn't just fighting her cheating ex anymore; she was at war with the most dangerous man in New York./1/117336/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c6ff254903b383f98366cf47084fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety Days Left: The Dying Wife's Revenge
The doctor gave Tessa exactly ninety days to live before her failing organs completely shut down. Stepping out of the clinic, her phone buzzed with a photo from her husband's mistress showing his custom watch on tangled hotel sheets. "Last night was exhausting. He really does not like going home to you, does he?" For three years, Tessa had been treated like a ghost while Lucian showered Vanessa with endless devotion. The cruelty peaked when Vanessa brazenly stole Tessa's masterpiece painting. When Tessa tried to stop the theft, Lucian ordered his bodyguards to pin his sick wife against the wall. "Are you trying to extort more money by staging an assault?" He threw a five-million-dollar check at her face and escorted his mistress away, leaving Tessa collapsing on the floor in physical agony. Why should Vanessa have everything—the love, the health, the future—while Tessa was left to die in pain and utter humiliation? She refused to fade away quietly. She altered their prenup to demand a three-hundred-million-dollar divorce settlement and used his limitless black card to hire the city's most expensive male escort, completely unaware the masked man she bought was her own furious husband in disguise. At the grand society gala, as Vanessa basked in the applause for the stolen artwork, Tessa stepped into the spotlight and held up a silver USB drive./1/105656/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0a48de4dc2378387e9f2eada4f60fa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Drove His Mute Wife Away, Now He Regrets
For three years, Adrian's heart belonged to another, and his wife Jessica-mute and unloved-endured his coldness. Realizing she deserved better, she quietly left him, divorce papers on the table. Adrian tore them up, accusing her of childish games, but Jessica had no interest in wasting more of her life. After their split, her voice returned and she was suddenly surrounded by admirers. Adrian, blinded by jealousy, begged her to come back. Jessica only laughed, repeating his own words, saying, "Didn't you say love is the most worthless thing in the world?" Now, she'd never look back./1/104683/coverorgin.jpg?v=7176332749a5c248328a2a42c1b65790&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground./1/117661/coverorgin.jpg?v=037649572fe533dccb1f1e23972a11a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor
Chloe lay paralyzed on the cold hospital gurney, feeling the steady drain of her blood into an IV bag meant to save her stepsister. Then, through the cracked door, she heard the chilling voice of her fiancé, Arthur. He wasn't just draining her blood; he was waiting to cut out her heart. "It's an honor for her to trade her life for Kaitlyn's health," her adoptive father sneered. Arthur casually added that once Chloe was dead, her mother's trust fund and the family company shares would finally be theirs. To her absolute horror, they even bragged about how they had orchestrated her mother's death, laughing as they called it a perfect accident. The family she had trusted and the man she had loved for years had murdered her mother and were now butchering her for her fortune. A desperate, primal rage flooded her veins. She wanted to scream, to tear them apart, but the drugs kept her trapped in her dying body. With her last ounce of strength, she bit down hard on her own tongue and died. When she opened her eyes again, the smell of blood was gone. She was sitting in the lavish penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Sterling. It was exactly five years ago, the day before her doomed wedding to Arthur. She had been reborn, and this time, she was going to drag them all to hell./1/123177/coverorgin.jpg?v=256b3d041d6bbd0be523cae0913f7f74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Doomsday Rebirth:Hoarding Billions For Revenge
For ten brutal years of the apocalypse, I fought through blood and dust alongside my best friend Candice and my boyfriend Colon. But when our supplies finally ran dry, their true, greedy nature was exposed. They pinned me down and slaughtered my little pet pig, Winston, while he squealed in terror, just to get a few extra meals. When I screamed and fought back, Colon held a bloody knife to my face while Candice snatched my very last can of food. Then came the final betrayal. With a greedy sneer, they shoved me into a collapsed basement filled with the Blighted. "Thanks for everything, Aleen!" Candice laughed as they ran away. I fell straight into the grasping, rotting hands of the monsters, their groans filling my ears as I was torn apart and eaten alive in the dark. Until my agonizing death, I felt nothing but a chasm of pure, glacial hatred. I had given them everything. I even let them trick me into giving up my parents' apartment right before the collapse. How could I have been so blindly devoted to two parasites? Opening my eyes again, the soft lighting and the smell of burnt coffee shocked my system. I was sitting in a Starbucks, my hands perfectly clean with no dirt under the nails. I looked at my phone. October 12th, 2024. I had returned to exactly ten days before the world ended, and this time, I was going to drain them of every single cent./1/104684/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b23f2397793c2b8555a19b9627fe6b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated To My Ex's Ruthless Brother
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out. I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess. In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive. I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future. "I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring." I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped. As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral./0/44661/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf50553e5753f649b231f3ced17ff36a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Against All Expectations
Kaylee had high hopes for her future. After spending many years with her adopted family—the Hadleys, she was about to get married to the infamous son of the Stephen family instead of her sister. Elijah—the bridegroom was known to be a treacherous playboy. He was handsome and loaded, but he was far from being husband material. Elijah was the only heir of the Stephens, but he wasn't serious like the heirs from other families. He played around and whiled away time doing everything except contributing to the family's business. His relatives disliked him very much. Forced by his grandfather, Elijah had no choice but to marry Kaylee. The impression Elijah had of his bride was bad from the onset. However, he soon found out that Kaylee wasn't as unpleasant as people claimed. She was such a sweetheart. She had a gorgeous face despite the horrible scar on it. His joy knew no bounds after he found out that she was actually the girl he loved as a teenager. Could this be fate? Or a start of something beautiful? Maybe both! As time went by, Kaylee began to learn about Elijah's secrets. He was much more impressive than people gave him credit for. Why then was he pretending to be a useless heir? What else was he hiding?/1/106631/coverorgin.jpg?v=19abecb9b8b1a323ff070663d24cdaea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted By Prince, Claimed By King
It was the night of the Winter Chalet Gala, the most prestigious event of the year and the night my life was officially supposed to begin. I was the perfect socialite, a Senator’s golden daughter, and the fiancée of Prince Clement. Then my sister, Bailee, handed me a glass of champagne with a sweet, innocent smile. "Just a sip for luck, big sister." Within minutes, my blood turned into liquid fire. In my past life, I didn't realize that "luck" was a drug designed to strip me of my dignity. I had stumbled into a hallway where a planted stranger waited for the paparazzi to catch us. The scandal was the first nail in my coffin. My family disowned me, my fiancé abandoned me for my sister, and I eventually ended the nightmare by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. I died in the freezing bay, realizing too late that my sister’s love was a death sentence and my parents had already replaced me. The betrayal felt like swallowing broken glass, a pain more suffocating than the salt water that eventually claimed my lungs. Why did the people I loved want me dismantled? Why was my suicide their only version of mercy? Opening my eyes again, I was back on that snowy balcony three years ago. The iridescent pearl manicure was back on my fingers, and the drug was already screaming in my veins. But I won't be the carcass for the vultures this time. I kicked off my heels and climbed the stone railing, looking toward the forbidden Royal Wing. I’m not going back to the trap. I’m going to the only man powerful enough to burn them all: King Ignatius Fisher./0/48555/coverorgin.jpg?v=79ef1afb9fea335565c4923e420d958b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A LEGAL REVENGE: THE LAW DOESN'T KNOW LOVE
In this gripping tale of justice and revenge, Dagogo, fueled by the tragic death of his father during the #ENDSARS protests in Naija, takes on his government in the International Court of Justice. However, his quest for justice is marred by mysterious deaths of potential witnesses. Battling personal demons, including a complicated sexual relationship with Amanda, a lawyer from a royal family, and a relentless serial killer named Judas the Psychopath, Dagogo's struggle intensifies. As he becomes the face of renewed protests, his daughter's kidnapping forces him to make a difficult choice. Just when victory seems elusive, an unexpected turn of events propels Dagogo onto the global stage, leading to a shocking revelation about his father and a clandestine government organization. A rollercoaster of suspense and intrigue, this story unfolds in a thrilling journey towards justice and the unveiling of long-buried secrets./1/106632/coverorgin.jpg?v=207e5317f41477a75abdc79b3ce13cfd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Secret: Genius Designer Aria
I sat in the sterile silence of a VIP fertility clinic, clutching my Chanel purse and praying for good news after three years of trying for a baby. But as the doctor told me my body was "pristine," my phone lit up with a Page Six headline: "Garold Chandler Spotted with Mystery Woman at OB-GYN—Heir on the Way?" The "mystery woman" was Jenilee Shaw, and the man in the charcoal suit was my husband. That night, I waited up to show him the news, but he didn't even offer an apology. When I asked if he ever wanted children, he pried my hands off him and looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Not with you," he said, before walking away to take a shower. I packed my bags and left a divorce agreement on his nightstand, but Garold wasn't about to let his "perfect" wife go that easily. He shredded the papers and froze every one of my credit cards, leaving me stranded with forty dollars and a crumbling family estate. He even mocked me when I accidentally texted him for a loan, telling me to come home and beg for my allowance like a child. He thought he had me cornered, but he forgot one thing: I wasn't just his trophy wife. Years ago, I was "Aria," the anonymous design genius the fashion world had been hunting for. I didn't need his money—I had a secret offshore account and a lead designer job at his biggest rival. As I walked into Twelve Bridges for my first day, I ran into his mistress and smiled. "Keep him," I told her. "I'm bored of the three-minute disappointments."/0/18058/coverorgin.jpg?v=a309d9ea07b96e639645bdc18903b2f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving is a SIN
Five Years ago she lost all her memories " Alright I can slowly gain them back while making new ones" she said but sometimes their are things that are meant to be forgotten. What happens when an arrogant, bossy CEO and she who became a waitress working for him comes together? He was named one of the youngest billionaire's in the world; "To repay the favor, Be My Lover!" He said. He was relentless to get her and she was the rabbit in his cage without knowing it; Will Love or Disaster Come About!!!/0/54072/coverorgin.jpg?v=55b682a2ffd6706cdb24095b57ab705a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shrouded Affections: Winning Back My CEO Wife
For two years, Bryan only saw Eileen as an assistant. She needed money for her mother's treatment, and he thought she'd never leave because of it. To him, it seemed fair to offer her financial help in exchange for sex. However, Bryan didn't expect to fall for her. Eileen confronted him, "You love someone else, yet you always sleep with me? You're despicable!" The moment she slammed the divorce papers down, he realized she was the the mysterious wife he married six years ago. Determined to win her back, Bryan lavished her with affection. When others mocked her origins, he gave her all his wealth, happy to be the supportive husband. Now a celebrated CEO, Eileen had everything, but Bryan found himself lost in another whirlwind.../1/105660/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8c4e516668aeabaae4d8ae5d6ff2c51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
