Modern Books for Women
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Love alchemist
" Kylian?! We are friends. Shut up and stop talking to me like that. " She shouted while getting up from the living room couch. " Hazel , this is how I am and I show what I think about you. " He told her while grabbing her little finger and tried to calm her down. "Are you serious? You… She is my friend. My best friend. How can I date her husband? " She shouted and slapped his hold. " We just dated and she dumped me . You clearly knew how I loved her , more than her Hazy. " He gave a painful face. His deep brown eyes were annoyed but helpless. " Yes, I know how you loved her and even now you do love her . Please don't use me in this mess. Kylian…let's stop things here. " She told him while a tear came out from her eyes. She walked fast towards the door but…. A kiss can solve things between us? Can I really date my friend's ex boyfriend? Just because I have feelings, I can't date the person anyways! Am I the only one who is seeking and looking for my true love like an alchemist who is looking for an elixir? I don't know when and where I fall for this rough, annoying, red flag behavior and dominating guy with a hidden perverted side man. Even though he has mesmerizing rare dark black eyes, long thick lashes, sharp nose with thin soft lips. It's not thin but also not plump. It's just perfect. Ayoo! Enough about his lips. So when? My story with him starts from a tragedy just like other movies and web series but more dramatic than those I guess. It's more like forbidden love?! Or maybe not! I don't know whether I can take him as mine or if he is still someone's property. All I knew about this situation was that I deeply hardly fell in love with the wrong person in the whole world at the wrong timing, maybe worst timing. Hazel, she is a mizzle in my summer and the star of my sky during heavy storms. Too poetic right? I know it doesn't even suit me. *chuckled. I know very well that I fell in love with her for everything to be honest. At first I fell for her honest sharp words, then for her beautiful face and delicious lips that have never been tasted by anyone before. Then for her pure heart that can make anyone fall in love with her. The only good thing is she won't open her heart to anyone that easily. So I have less competitors. Then her body… her slim waist, thick legs and sexy breast. Everything is perfect. I never noticed that before but after noticing it once, I can't stop myself from thinking about her. I am not a pervert but she is making me a pervert. She healed me completely. I don't think it was the wrong timing for us to meet or fell for each other but the only wrong thing I did was I used to date her bestie, my ex girlfriend Rachel. As you all know, girls have that untold rule, " There is no hesitation, just a big no for ur bestie's ex! Stay loyal to your friend till the end! " Fuck that philosophy and philosopher. Does that bestie really deserve that loyalty? I will make her open up. No, she already told me that she loves me . So all I have to do is seduce her and make her mine./1/113559/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260422151534&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Assistant Is A Zillionaire
Grace hid her identity as the heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire just to experience ordinary love, acting as a free, devoted assistant to her actor fiancé, Hayden. But while delivering his coffee, she caught him cheating with a new actress in his dressing room. Through the crack in the door, she heard the actress whine about Grace being a feelingless robot. Hayden just laughed, not stopping his frantic movements. "She is a shield. She is a boring, free assistant. That is all she is." He bragged that their upcoming engagement was just a PR stunt to build his perfect boyfriend image, and he would dump her the second he didn't need her. He thought he held all the power, completely unaware that every massive movie contract and endorsement he had was secretly funded by Grace. The betrayal poured over Grace like ice water, freezing her heart completely. She had fought her aristocratic family and lowered herself to serve a man who treated her like disposable trash. The girl who believed in simple love died in that hallway. Grace didn't cry or burst into the room. She calmly hit record on her phone, securing the evidence to trigger his morality clause. Then, she dialed her billionaire mother. "I made a bad investment. Now I am liquidating the asset." She was going to artificially inflate his fame to the absolute peak, and when he finally thought he was untouchable, she would strip him of everything./1/116375/coverorgin.jpg?v=62366e9c44d175d070efa18c8528f91b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Untouchable Zillionaire Heiress
I was locked in a freezing, bleach-scented asylum basement, my vocal cords ruined and my face chemically melted. My step-sister Seraphina and my ex-lover Ethan walked in, but they didn't come to save me. Seraphina forced a mirror to my face so I could see my own disfigured reflection. "Your shares have been transferred to me," she whispered with a sickening smile. Then she revealed the horrifying truth: she and her mother had orchestrated my mother's death and suffocated my beloved grandfather to steal his inheritance. When I lunged at her in pure agony, Ethan shielded her and delivered a brutal kick to my ribs. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the solid concrete wall with all his might. As my vision swam with dark spots, I couldn't understand why my own father had sold me out to protect his wealth. Why did the man I once loved treat me like a diseased rat while he fed on my family's corpses? With my dying breath, I mentally cursed them to the deepest pits of hell. Opening my eyes again, the blinding light of a crystal chandelier stabbed my pupils. I was standing at my eighteenth birthday gala, unscarred and whole. Seraphina was smiling sweetly, handing me a diamond-encrusted watch secretly implanted with a military-grade GPS tracker. This time, blood would pay for blood./0/20792/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220105145319&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Love With You The Second Time
She was once a statue molded into a human woman, sent to accompany a man the goddess thought she loved. Instead, she suffered a tragic end while being denied the very fate she was commanded to fulfil. Now reincarnated suddenly without her memories into the body of a woman who resembles her entirely, Chu Xin Ran must fulfil the destiny she is reborn for and find out her host's connection with the strange but handsome man who has brought her to hospital, Jing Yue./1/107771/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260310141850&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Surprise: Her Secret Twins
I returned to the Reeves estate after five years in exile, not as the rightful heir, but as an outcast. My father had been dead for only a month, and my uncle Julian had already claimed his mahogany desk, his face tight with a greed he no longer bothered to hide. Julian didn't even look up as he slid a check for a hundred thousand dollars across the wood. "A settlement," he sneered. "Sign the waiver, take your bastards, and disappear. We don't want you embarrassing the family name anymore." One hundred thousand dollars for a legacy worth billions—it was an insult designed to draw blood. When my five-year-old twins, Leo and Mia, ran into the room, Julian looked at them with pure disgust, calling them vermin and ordering them out. He threatened that if I didn't sign, I’d be on the street in a week, stripped of the Reeves name and every penny of protection. Even the family lawyer looked away as he helped facilitate my ruin. I tore the check to shreds and walked out into a freezing deluge, shielding my children while the doors of my childhood home slammed shut behind us. I spent years building a secret life as a high-level corporate fixer, yet when I crossed paths with Branson Reeves—the man who shared my son’s eyes—he treated me like a common gold-digger. He outbid me for the "Midnight Orchid" painting, the only piece of evidence that could bring Julian down, mocking my "thrift store" clothes while my children slept in a borrowed guest room. How could they all be so blind? How could a family be so ready to destroy its own blood for the sake of a ledger? I was done hiding in the shadows. When Julian finally launched a hostile takeover to seize the entire empire, I walked into Branson’s penthouse, dropped my "poor niece" facade, and threw a decrypted file onto his desk. "The game is over, Branson. Give me that painting, and I’ll show you exactly how to bury the man who thinks he's already won."/0/24234/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220303114530&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Zara's Destiny
Zara Anderson a young beautiful girl who is mysterious to the world tries to avenge her dark past with aid of her brother Zaid Anderson. Finding the slayer, Zara realizes that he is just a henchman of the real felon. During this journey, her encounter with Dustin Walker a cold ruthless CEO leads her to a marriage bond. Without any choice left Zara step into a marriage life for fulfilling her brother's wish. From then Zara the strong women's mysterious background and her past along with her real identity are relived one by one. Eventually, she fell for Dustin deeply./0/17977/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220420102501&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Who Was Really Born To Be Mine?
Armin Rodríguez Suegra is the only heir among one of the most powerful and rich Nobel listed families worldwide. When he was just three years old, he developed emotions for the breathtaking Seraphina Holland. Armin has given it much thought and decided that his best choice is Seraphina Holland. Armin was hopelessly smitten with Seraphina Holland all his life. Armin claimed Seraphina was meant to be his. Should I not have her, no one else can have her. Armin broke the family and everyone else to marry Seraphina and formally name her Mrs. Rodríguez. Armin's family was disappointed but was unable to inform him a big secret meanwhile. A few years later, to Armin's surprise, a gorgeous royal blood princess graced his life. But the shocking Truth was the royal princess was his real wife. Armin found the disclosure shocking and confusing. Armin already had too late to learn all his family had been keeping from him. Seraphina was never his wife? He was actually married to a beautiful princess? Armin found it shocking. He was depressed since he felt let down by all around him. The royal princess is indeed quite beautiful, unmatched. But the situation gets more worse when Armin's uncle, Ivan Anderson Suegra steps into The princess's Life without any notification. The jealousy mixed with anger consumed Armin. Who then was meant to be Armin's wife from birth? Beautiful and mysterious princess or Seraphina Holland? Who was really born to be mine? Claiming back his missing wife!/0/70697/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By A Disabled Alpha
Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Serena finds herself bound to Alpha Darius-a man as cold as he is powerful. She never expected love, but even she can't deny the undeniable pull that exists between them. Torn between two brothers and the shocking truth of their past while also watching out for enemies old and new But things come to a shocking end. Torn between heartbreak and desire, Samantha must decide-fight for the mate who shattered her or walk away before she loses herself completely./1/115438/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260515145104&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Cold Comeback
For two years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to wealthy heir Grady Maddox. Then I found a hidden compartment in his study desk. Inside were dozens of explicit polaroids of his adopted sister, Jasmine, and a worn leather diary. The diary revealed the sickening truth. "Kaya is the perfect shield. As long as I have a wife, no one will ever look too closely at me and my little Yue." When Jasmine deliberately knocked a bowl of boiling soup onto my hand, Grady didn't even glance at my blistering skin. He frantically checked Jasmine for nonexistent scratches and yelled at me. "Why weren't you paying attention? Look at the mess you've made! You scared her." He then kicked me out to our empty penthouse as punishment, only to move Jasmine in the very next day, letting her parade around in his dress shirts and giving her my favorite custom furniture. Looking at the husband I had devoted my life to fawning over the sister he was secretly sleeping with, I didn't feel heartbroken. I just felt a deep, suffocating disgust. I was nothing but a paper wall meant to hide their twisted affair. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love. I simply locked him out of the bedroom, gathered my financial records, and called Manhattan's most ruthless divorce attorney. I was securing my escape, completely unaware that Grady's estranged, terrifyingly powerful older brother had been waiting ten years for this exact moment./1/113874/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260423164253&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Ex-Husband: Watch Me Shine
Idella's mother was dying in the ICU, needing a two-million-dollar deposit within forty-eight hours for a lifesaving surgery. Desperate, she begged her billionaire husband, Fount, for an advance on her own trust fund. Instead, he tossed her a hundred-thousand-dollar check for "funeral expenses," fired her from his company, and seized her life's research. He froze all her bank accounts, leaving her unable to even pay the vet bills after their five-year-old surrogate son nearly drowned her dog. When she tried to stop the boy, Fount threatened to have her dying mother thrown onto the street unless she bowed her head and apologized to the child. Stripped of her dignity and money, Idella dragged herself to Fount's private office, only to overhear a conversation through the cracked door. Inside, Fount was intimately holding his adopted sister, Angelita. "But Austin is our flesh and blood, Fount. He can't keep calling that barren loser 'Mom' in public." Idella's universe shattered. She was nothing but a pathetic shield to cover up their incestuous affair, and her severe infertility diagnosis had been a complete lie orchestrated by Fount's doctor. Three years of a sham marriage crushed her soul, but the absolute despair quickly morphed into a freezing knot of hatred. Just as she hit rock bottom, her phone buzzed with a call from Fount's biggest corporate rival, offering her a five-million-dollar signing bonus. Idella took off her diamond wedding ring, ready to burn the Fitzgerald empire to the ground./1/115282/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518172622&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Fake Comatose Billionaire
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company. Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease. "A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked. At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage. They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past. Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery. "She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house." With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like./1/109808/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce00392f59851ab2a39086ac9c1b5b47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: My Ruthless Tycoon’s Revenge
I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph. "Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger. The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash. I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black. Then, I was screaming. I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen—smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate. I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me./1/115440/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518162250&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruined Heiress's Vengeful Comeback
Three years ago, Collette was framed in a vicious drug and sex scandal by her half-sister. Her father didn't ask a single question before banishing her to the gutters of Europe. She clawed her way back to New York for revenge, willingly becoming a disposable, cheap toy for the city's most dangerous billionaire, Hartwell Lara, just to use him as her weapon. But Hartwell’s heart belonged entirely to his delicate future wife, Isabell. When Collette nearly died of severe pneumonia on a freezing balcony, Hartwell left her bleeding and alone to patiently peel apples for Isabell. Isabell then barged into Collette's hospital room, maliciously tore her life-saving CFDA design sketch to shreds, and brutally slapped her own face. "Collette... why are you being so mean to me?!" Isabell screamed, collapsing to the floor just as Hartwell violently pushed the door open. His dark eyes locked onto Collette, filled with the same absolute, chilling disgust her father had shown three years ago. Why was she always the one thrown away like garbage? Why did her own blood family destroy her, and why did the man she surrendered her dignity to trample her last hope for a liar? Staring at her ruined life's work beneath Isabell's designer shoes, the tiny crack of warmth Hartwell had left in Collette's heart froze completely. She didn't bother to explain or beg. She just smiled her signature empty smile, ready to burn the Norris family and the Lara Empire to the ground./0/50832/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2074d3db6531c76fa8dda22381a837f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Yate Heiress
"This is your International passport, pack your things and leave right now" Charlotte yelled. "And if I don't? What will you do?" Annabel asked from the ground where Clive held her tightly. "Then watch me throw your baby from the window," Charlotte said. She pulled the baby from the legs and brought out her hand to the window. The frightening sight made Annabel let out a scream, she struggled to get up from the ground, but Clive kicked her mercilessly, blood spilling from her mouth. "Please don't kill my baby, I will do anything you want me to do" she pleaded. "Good girl, now pack your things we are leaving this place right now"/1/110591/coverorgin.jpg?v=a95e7e8c1c78e46d8ae3bf7169d23b01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBORN FOR THEIR BETRAYAL
Fleeing shadows in the hallway, Adrian Vale knew betrayal came from those closest. A fortune inherited meant little when blood turned cold. Last breaths tasted of lies whispered at dinner. Trust shattered like glass underfoot. Murder arrived wearing a familiar smile. Yet his eyes opened somewhere beyond belief. Beneath the quiet of her body. Everything still there inside his head - Adrian suddenly sees it clearly, a deep dread rising Some who killed him walk free today, holding influence, their plans against his kin far from finished. This moment changes everything - he'll learn each hidden truth as he gets older. Right away, life unfolds differently for Adrian - quietly shifting odds, pulling people close, growing stronger where no one sees. A fight without sound starts at his first breath. Becoming clear to everyone, that moment shifts everything... By then, chances are gone./1/110904/coverorgin.jpg?v=433f6ef4cd0f0e3343cd171df81aa028&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Return of the Discarded Heiress
For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure. Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in. The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her." They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars. I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm. They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out. I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power./1/100267/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251222114509&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stardom's Sweetest Payback: No Room For Regret, Mr. CEO
On their wedding anniversary, Kevan left Ashley for another woman. Tired of a distant husband, Ashley chose divorce. He was dismissive, but she returned to showbiz as a famed agent, taking the industry by storm and dazzling all with her skills. As the manipulative mistress was exposed, Kevan insisted Ashley would come back once she tired of freedom. But the former housewife soared, surrounded by admirers-international stars, persistent CEOs, even a billionaire heir. Kevan panicked, begging for a second chance. Ashley said with a scoff, "I never revisit past mistakes."/1/103240/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1455e8633469b2678f66b03dc0ff11e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After A One-Night Stand with the Billionaire
After getting drunk at a wedding party, Maya had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. Well divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me-not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. "Holding hands? Dream on." After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Charles Darwin?" "Shame? What is shame?"/1/113565/coverorgin.jpg?v=22e84f4c4b8b9805e4a01d4157d0a2f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
