Modern Books for Women
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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?"/1/110749/coverorgin.jpg?v=47e135932cc95d8f24be0683141cf9f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Untouchable Billionaire's Only Healing Touch
I stood outside Room 2206 of the Pierre-Saint Hotel, my thumb hovering over the "Go Live" button on my phone. I wasn't Isa Faulkner, the dutiful fiancée, anymore; I was an executioner ready to broadcast my own ruin to the world. The door swung open to reveal my fiancé, Holden, tangled with a runway model while 50,000 viewers watched the betrayal in real-time. I expected the truth to set me free, but I didn't realize the explosion would destroy me first. My father slapped me across the face for tanking a billion-dollar merger and disowned me on the spot, while my sister Kylee smiled as she took my seat on the board. Within an hour, I was kicked out into the freezing rain with nothing but a suitcase and a broken pearl bracelet. Just as I hit rock bottom, a black Maybach pulled to the curb and Gerhardt Phillips—the "Ice King" of Wall Street—offered me a seat. He was a man who lived behind glass walls and suffered from a touch phobia so severe he hadn't been touched in years, yet he was holding my hand as if I were his only oxygen. I didn't understand why my presence was the only thing that could stop his violent tremors, or why I found my mother’s "lost" necklace hidden in his family’s private vault. I certainly didn't understand why I overheard his father plotting to "dispose" of me the same way they had handled my mother years ago. What really happened in the fire that killed my mother, and why was the man I just married the only one who knew the truth? I gripped the contract he gave me and prepared for a life in the lion's den. "I'll marry you, Gerhardt," I said, looking into his cold, ice-blue eyes. "But when we're done, I want enough gasoline to burn the Faulkner name to ash."/1/113565/coverorgin.jpg?v=22e84f4c4b8b9805e4a01d4157d0a2f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Captain's Secretly Pampered Star
Aries Mathis stared at the glowing projector screen, his blood running completely cold. For two years, he thought his mentor and former captain, Elias Beck, had simply left for a massive signing bonus in Europe. But the financial report in front of him revealed a much sicker truth. Elias had secretly sold Aries' contract to the highest bidder, packaging his own prodigy up like a commodity to line his pockets before abandoning him. Now, Elias was back in North America, building a new esports empire from scratch. The betrayal crushed Aries, turning his devastation into a blinding, toxic rage. He spiraled into a self-destructive frenzy, publicly executing Elias's new players in official matches, terrorizing them until their hands physically shook. He hated Elias with every fiber of his being, yet the gaping hole in his chest screamed with agonizing confusion. Why did the man who once saved him from the streets throw him away like a stray dog? Driven to the edge, Aries cornered Elias at a VIP club, lining up ten shot glasses on a table. "One is pure, high-proof whiskey. The rest are iced tea." Aries sneered, knowing Elias had a severe stomach ulcer that could put him in the hospital. "Pick the whiskey, and I sign with your new team for free." Elias looked at Aries' broken eyes, reached out, and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. There was no burn. All ten glasses were sweet iced tea. As Aries fled the club in a blind panic, Elias smiled, pulling out his phone to text his lawyer. "Liquidate my personal portfolio. I am bringing him home."/1/104961/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a48e61b5ae5f1b1e1b481cb7d8b4efe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession
I went to The Ivy to return a box of scripts and hoodies, hoping to finally bury my past with movie star Harrison Knox. I just wanted to be a good wife to Julian Sterling and keep my family’s business merger intact. But Harrison had other plans. He staged a paparazzi ambush, pulling me into a fake embrace just as the cameras flashed. By the time I got home to our Bel Air estate, the headline "Harrison Knox Heartbroken? Tearful Reunion with Serena Vance" was already trending worldwide. The fallout was brutal. My father called, roaring that the stock was in freefall and threatening to stop my mother’s medical payments if I didn't keep Julian happy. My movie funding was pulled, leaving me to pawn my Birkin bags just to pay my staff. Even worse, Julian’s cold indifference turned into a sharp, quiet rage. He heard me tell a friend that our marriage felt like a transaction, and his response was to toss a black Centurion card at my feet like I was something he’d bought at an auction. I was trapped between a narcissist who wanted to use my trauma for his next script and a father who saw me as nothing but a bargaining chip. Even Julian, the man who secretly bought my movie rights through a shell company to protect me, believed I was still screaming my ex's name in my sleep. When my family finally demanded I lie and accuse Julian of domestic abuse to secure a settlement, I realized I had nothing left to lose. I walked away from the Vance name, deleted every memory of Harrison, and stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean ready to let the tide take me. But Julian didn't come for a divorce. He found me in the dark, his coat heavy on my shoulders and his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "There is no divorce in the Sterling family," he whispered against my ear. "There is only widowhood. You are mine, Serena, until one of us is in the ground."/0/85250/coverorgin.jpg?v=79f328435558156a570dbab23c6bf0a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crowned By Brilliance: Her Revenge Starts Now
Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?/1/113878/coverorgin.jpg?v=bab2b8cb2f8f00cfaf18ef8983b5b958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Cannot Afford Your Divorced Wife Now
Adeline had just endured the agonizing pain of giving birth to her daughter. But when she woke up, the bassinet beside her hospital bed was completely empty. Her husband, Jeremey, stood at the foot of the bed with his female friend, Hayden, tossing divorce and sole custody papers onto her lap. "You're leaving. And she's staying," Jeremey said coldly. He accused Adeline of being a jealous monster, claiming she had poisoned Hayden's tea and permanently destroyed Hayden's chances of ever having children. Using a manipulated security video as blackmail, Jeremey forced Adeline to sign away her parental rights to protect her newborn from being branded the daughter of a convicted felon. Stripped of her assets and her dignity, she was thrown out of the Castillo estate and exiled to a nowhere town, forced to leave her baby in the hands of the very woman who framed her. The despair of having her child stolen by such a vicious lie nearly broke her soul. How could the man she loved be so utterly blind? Three years later, the grand doors of the Castillo ballroom swung open at her daughter's lavish fourth birthday party. Adeline stepped in, wearing a scarlet gown and a mocking smile, backed by the untouchable Garrett family. She was no longer the weak, discarded wife. The war to ruin them and take her daughter back had just begun./0/38632/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d1081c95cddeb3873b87013222b8f28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets Of His Amazing Ex-wife
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" The first thing Brenda did after divorcing Miguel was to seduce his arch-rival and become his fiancée. Brenda rubbed her new relationship in her ex-husband's face. She made sure to get on his nerves because of how he treated her while they were married. Miguel couldn't catch a break from her constant taunting. While she came at him for everything he got, her secret identities were exposed one after the other. She's the world's most famous pianist? The well-known Designer Elan? And also the mysterious investor? How can one person be so excellent? Unbelievable! Miguel was shocked to the bone to find out that he didn't know all these about her before now. Brenda wasn't a leech like he always thought. She was his dream woman. Could he get her back? Unbeknown to Miguel, another shocker was waiting for him.../0/11725/coverorgin.jpg?v=d10bce29c35628c1f66c5e0d7844f3a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Ex-Husband
Seraphina was locked in a sterile psychiatric facility, treated as a compliant, living blood bag for her husband's mistress, Lila. But today, Lila walked in with a Cartier bracelet and a newspaper, revealing that Slade had orchestrated the complete ruin of Seraphina's family. Slade had used Seraphina's pillow talk to bankrupt her father's company. He tampered with her brother's brakes, framed her other brother for insider trading, and arranged the fatal car crash that killed her mother. Their entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to harvest her rare Rh-negative O-type blood to keep Lila and her unborn baby healthy. When Seraphina lunged at her in agonizing realization, Lila simply smiled and staged a fake attack. She watched helplessly as the nurses rushed in and injected her with a lethal sedative. As her heart monitor flatlined, she stared at the white ceiling, her soul consumed by regret and pure hatred. She had defied her loving family for a monster who slaughtered them all. She vowed to the darkness that if there was any justice, she would strip them of everything and make them beg for a death that would never come. Gasping for air, Seraphina opened her eyes. She was back ten years ago, sitting in a luxury hospital room, right as the nurse approached with a needle for Lila's very first blood donation. This time, she smashed the tray to the floor. "Under federal law, drawing my blood without explicit consent is assault." In this life, she would be the butcher./1/115443/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b725cf97c85ae1bfb14c5c78efb19dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blackmailed Into The Ruthless Tycoon's Bed
Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty. But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire. Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner. But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away. Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker. "Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms. She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself./1/104962/coverorgin.jpg?v=27aa93c3bce3fa43e0f05be1ae59000d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late Mr. Sterling: You Lost Me
I was the perfect fiancée to Archer Sterling, a tech mogul who demanded I be as polished as his marble countertops. I gave up my art and my identity to fit his world, believing our upcoming wedding was the start of our forever. A mysterious text led me to a hidden folder in a calculator app on Archer’s phone. Inside were photos of him with his assistant, Mia, and texts calling me a "dead fish" and "manageable" collateral for his upcoming IPO. The humiliation peaked at my final bridal fitting. Archer ditched me for a hotel tryst with Mia, leaving me to overhear the salon staff mocking me as a "clueless gold digger." When I collapsed in the hallway, barefoot and broken, Archer didn't offer a hand. He only scolded me for "making a scene" and ordered me to be "supportive" of his busy schedule. The seven years I spent molding myself into his ideal woman were a lie. I wasn't his partner; I was a character in a play he wrote for his investors. My love had been met with calculated contempt, and my sacrifices were treated as his due. That night, I found Mia’s silk stockings shoved in my guest bathroom. The scent of her perfume in my home was the final breaking point. When Archer tried to touch me, my skin crawled with a physical rejection I couldn't mask. I locked the door, shredded the stockings, and called the one man Archer feared: Julian Van Der Bilt. "Does your offer for help include getting me out of here?" I asked. "Pack a bag," Julian’s voice rumbled through the dark. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't let him see you leave."/0/56623/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd2a993b2f1b96378143c491a7dbbaf4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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He Forgot Me, I Married His Brother
After three agonizing months, I finally found my fiancé, Barnett Spencer, at a gala at The Plaza. He had vanished without a trace, and I was on the verge of losing my mind. But when I saw him on stage, my blood turned to ice. He had a strange woman tucked into his arm, and a lawyer announced that a recent accident had erased the last six years of his memory-our entire relationship. In front of a sea of reporters, Barnett looked right through me with freezing hostility. "Miss, you have the wrong person." He then declared that the woman beside him, Joslyn, was not only the person who saved his life but also his new, legal wife. The news hit me like a physical blow, and the camera flashes swallowed me whole as reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking how it felt to be publicly dumped. The man I had loved for six years had turned me into a national joke, a delusional stranger trying to cling to his wealth. That night, as I was drowning my humiliation in a martini, his ruthless younger brother, Dixon, found me. He slid a marriage contract across the bar. "Marry me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want his shares. You want his pain. We both get what we want." Fueled by alcohol and a burning need for revenge, I grabbed his pen and signed my name. I was no longer the abandoned fiancée. I was about to become my ex's worst nightmare: his new sister-in-law./1/112941/coverorgin.jpg?v=17e08b95be9e3ce8d142323bd5bd8373&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Who Erased Her Billionaire Ex
For three years, I lived in the shadow of Axel Carroll, playing the part of the devoted girlfriend while serving as his high-end errand runner. I thought we were building a life together, but tonight, the truth hit me with the force of a wrecking ball. I showed up at his private club, soaking wet and clutching the suit he’d demanded I deliver, only to find him lounging with the woman he truly wanted. As he draped his arms around the new heiress, he looked at me not with love, but with the cold, bored irritation one reserves for a fly buzzing around the dinner table. He didn't even apologize. Instead, he signaled for his friend to call security and told me he was "done" with his little charity project. He offered me a payoff, expecting me to fall to my knees in tears, begging for a scrap of the affection I’d spent years trying to earn. Everyone in that room—his sycophantic friends and his new lover—waited for the show, waiting for the pauper to break down in front of the prince. I stood there, feeling the iron cage I’d built around my own heart finally click open. I didn't feel the sting of humiliation or the heat of anger; I just felt incredibly, painfully stupid for ever believing a man who only understood transactions could ever understand love. I didn't give them the tragedy they wanted. I walked out, erased every trace of him from my life, and realized that while he thought he was holding all the cards, I had been holding the lens. I had spent three years capturing the rot behind his golden life, and it was finally time to show the world the truth./0/23772/coverorgin.jpg?v=85604601430b1735a6eda244f88a266f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Law and justice
Formerly known as law and order Book 2 of the past series Mecianda; A country ruled by the rich and powerful elite called the six feathers. Their preys we're the weak and poor, nobody could question them because they held more power than the president of the country but............ Someone decided to bring them to justice. Jeremy Akinsola, a renowned lawyer, who had a tragic event in the past came back to mecianda after twenty years to find and get his revenge on the killer of his family. But, he did not expect to meet a lawless and injustice country. Along the line, he met Lara Johnson, a detective who believes in justice and order for the weak. Jeremy fought to find justice for those who had been involved with the feathers. Alongside his trusted friend and bodyguard Yomi, Lisa his assistant, Mary a reporter, and James a criminalistic and Others who wanted justice for those who had been wronged. It wasn't going to be an easy task but there was nothing bad if they tried. Will they succeed? Will they bring law and order to the country? What would happen to the six feathers? Find out in this story. A thriller and action story. Let go catch some bad guys😹😹/1/112785/coverorgin.jpg?v=747d71ac44006c7c4e09867afbdba2ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Husband's Regret: The Billionaire's Return
I had just been brutally fired from my corporate firm, stripped of my career and dignity in a matter of minutes. Before I could even process the loss, I was handed a brown envelope that shattered my reality. My billionaire sister, who had ruthlessly cut me out of her life fifteen years ago, had committed suicide. She left behind a fifteen-year-old son I never knew existed, a $300 million trust, and a $3 million stipend for me to act as his guardian. But her suicide note contained a terrifying, desperate warning scrawled in tearing ink. "DO NOT INVESTIGATE MY DEATH. Accept what I've given you. Protect my son. Forget I existed." I met the boy, Elon. He crashed his bike into me on the street, bleeding and crying, begging me not to abandon him. Pity and fifteen years of guilt overwhelmed me. I sat in the sprawling office of her elite estate lawyer and signed my life away to protect this innocent, grieving child. Why did my sister suddenly reach out after a decade and a half of cold silence? What kind of monster was she running from that drove her to such a desperate end? I thought I was honoring her final wish by taking the boy in. But as the elevator doors were closing, I caught their reflection in the polished steel. My terrified, weeping nephew stopped crying instantly. He turned and exchanged a chilling, imperceptible nod with the lawyer. That silent look said everything. The first move was complete. I hadn't just inherited a child. I had walked straight into a meticulously planned trap./1/114037/coverorgin.jpg?v=65483820c42fa4c0845337752bb53316&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Ruthless Comeback
I woke up in a Swiss clinic with severe amnesia, having survived a three-week coma from a terrible skiing accident. That was when I found out I was married to a ruthless billionaire named Holt Farmer. But instead of a loving husband, I was greeted by a monster who looked at me with pure hatred. Because of my accident, his fragile mistress was being painted as a homewrecker by the media. To save a corporate merger, my own family dragged me out of the hospital in a wheelchair, forcing me to attend a high-society gala to publicly apologize to the mistress. When I refused and demanded a divorce in front of the cameras instead, my brother violently shoved my wheelchair into a marble pillar, fracturing my spine. When I finally made it back to my parents with a broken body, they didn't even ask if I was hurt. "A PR disaster. That's what you are." My father looked at me coldly, only worried about the failing stock price, while my mother told me to take the settlement money and disappear forever. I finally understood that to my husband and my blood relatives, my life was worth less than a corporate contract. I didn't shed a single tear. Sitting alone in the dark, I dialed the number of the most feared divorce attorney in New York. "I don't want his money. I want to dismantle them all."/1/118261/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1323e41f66fb441c713d6d24bf11660&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Secret Pregnancy
For five years, I was Grayson Carlisle's ruthless COO and secret lover. I even took a bullet and a dose of lethal neurotoxin to save his life. But on the day I found out I was six weeks pregnant, his childhood sweetheart, Jaye, returned to the city. Grayson immediately pushed me aside. When I tentatively asked for a child, he coldly rejected me, warning me not to overstep my bounds as an "outsider." At a high-society banquet, Jaye deliberately provoked me and then played the terrified victim. Grayson didn't hesitate to shield her. He grabbed my wrist, publicly humiliating me and calling me a madwoman for bringing up the life-threatening scars I got saving him. Later, hiding in the shadows of the VIP corridor, I watched Jaye cling to his arm. "Grayson, do you love her?" Jaye cried softly. I held my breath, waiting for the man I had bled for to answer. "I don't love her," Grayson's cold voice echoed in the hallway. "I keep her around because of what happened five years ago. It's just responsibility and habit. Nothing else." Five years of my life, my loyalty, and my unspoken love, reduced to a mere habit and a useful corporate tool. The absolute coldness finally shattered my last illusion, and my dead heart stopped bleeding. I drove straight back to the penthouse, left my corporate access card on his mahogany desk, and vanished into the freezing New York night./1/115289/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0d4bf04bc3c8a0a21c7bcfacd6c3237&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire
As Aurora lay dying of organ failure in the freezing ICU, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband on their son's fifth birthday. Instead of his voice, she heard the pop of champagne and the sweet laugh of his mistress, Jessica. Conrad snatched the phone, impatiently ordering Aurora not to "ruin the mood" with her irrelevant calls. But what truly pushed her into cardiac arrest was her five-year-old son's excited voice ringing through the speakerphone. "I wish for Auntie Jessica to be my new mommy!" "As long as you like it, Daddy will give you anything," Conrad promised without a second of hesitation. Aurora gagged on her own blood and flatlined, the heart monitor erupting into a piercing red alarm. She had swallowed her pride and wasted five years playing the perfect, submissive housewife, only to be thrown away like garbage by the two people she loved most. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion ended with her dying completely alone on a sterile mattress. But she didn't die. Snatched from the jaws of death by a mysterious billionaire from her past, she woke up in a luxury suite, fully healed. Looking at her pale, cold reflection in the window, the pathetic old Aurora died. She packed her battered suitcase, signed a brutal postnuptial agreement waiving every single cent of her husband's wealth, and dropped the divorce papers on the table. This time, she was leaving for good./0/38322/coverorgin.jpg?v=12f6136f1706ae01f08662f40f32c31c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
