Modern Books for Women
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Chilled Hearts- Love Unthawed
Dr. Aavya, a sharp forensic doctor, finds her world shattered when her partner and close colleague, Detective Kim TaeJoon , is critically injured in a mysterious accident that leaves him in a coma. What follows is a ruthless game of revenge and unexpected connection. Kim SeoJoon, a powerful CEO and TaeJoon's brother, is consumed by grief and suspicion. Believing Aavya might be connected to his brother's near-fatal incident, he devises a calculated plan of retribution. Using his corporate influence and carefully manufactured scandal, SeoJoon forces her into a contract marriage, trapping her in a relationship built on manipulation and pain. "Chilled Hearts - Love Unthawed" is a gripping tale of revenge, unexpected romance, and the complex path to redemption-where love emerges from the coldest of circumstances and the truth has the power to heal the deepest wounds./1/126787/coverorgin.jpg?v=961c010827f76d673d31e8d1ebe5f71d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected 99 Times, Chosen By The Mafia Don
During our six-year relationship, Lucas called off our wedding 99 times, and every cancellation somehow led back to Bella, his first love. He abandoned me at the altar, left me humiliated before our guests. Each time, he promised the next ceremony would be perfect. But after years of being chosen second, I finally understood there would be no hundredth wedding. This time, I walked away for good and left Lucas free to be with the woman he had always put first, no matter what it cost me./1/127437/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbe798cf1cdf314b89d6568c1de239e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker
I woke up with a shattered rib and memories that weren't mine, transmigrating into the body of Annelise Roman, the abused, hidden daughter of a wealthy family. My new parents were swapping me out for my golden-child sister, Brielle. I was being sold as a human sacrifice to appease the Iron Wraiths, a notorious motorcycle club led by a ruthless, disfigured president. My "brother" Sean had kicked me so hard my ribs snapped, while my parents watched coldly. Brielle pretended to cry while secretly gloating, eventually gifting me a box of shredded maid's rags to humiliate me before I was sent to the wolves. In my past life as an underground trauma surgeon, I had read the biker gang's federal file. They were apex predators, and this arrangement was supposed to be a brutal death sentence. "And don't do anything to embarrass this family further. Brielle has already sacrificed her reputation because of this mess. The least you can do is make yourself useful to those animals." The original Annelise died terrified and broken, starved in an attic while her family wore Prada. They expected me to go quietly, to be the perfect, silent punching bag and bleed out in the desert just to save their precious reputation. But they didn't realize the terrified girl was gone. Before the bikers arrived, I dragged my battered body to my "father's" desk, forced him to sever our legal ties, and extorted a $2.5 million payout. When the towering bikers finally came to collect their property, I walked out with my head held high, ready to conquer this lawless wasteland./1/106348/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfdd85cd68ef29c4dbcae8a2558e38f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge
I had spent two years playing the perfect Stepford Wife to billionaire Brittain Kane, acting as the obedient accessory while he built his empire. I played the fool until I found his second phone, the one filled with messages and photos of a nineteen-year-old hostess. Determined to balance the scales, I checked into the Pierre Hotel and spent twenty-five thousand dollars to hire a high-end male escort. I wanted one night of rebellion to wash away the two years of humiliation and finally even the score. But when the heavy footsteps stopped outside my door, the man who walked in wasn’t the professional I had booked. It was Harrison Juarez—my husband’s most ruthless business rival and supposed "best friend." He stood there in a suit that cost more than my car, holding a screenshot of my scandalous booking on his phone. My blood turned to ice as I realized my carefully constructed exit plan was over. He had the proof, the leverage, and the power to leave me with nothing in a divorce. He mocked my "cheap courage" and told me that sleeping with a hired hand wouldn't hurt a man like Brittain; he’d just pay the guy off and buy me a new car to shut me up. The fear inside me snapped, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. I looked at the man who held my life in his hands and realized he wasn't there to expose me. He was there because he was petty, effective, and wanted to destroy Brittain just as much as I did. "If you really want to make Brittain Kane lose his mind," Harrison whispered, his voice rough against my ear, "you don't need a gigolo. You need me." I didn't hesitate. I reached into my bag, pulled out my husband’s black Centurion card, and tossed it at my husband's greatest enemy. I told him to book the most expensive penthouse in the city, because if I was going to ruin my marriage, I was going to do it on Brittain’s dime with the one man he feared most./1/105376/coverorgin.jpg?v=796f1b236dc13ea64dd4f7d5da43b122&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge
My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call. While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child’s life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora. The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her. Clifton stood by and watched, telling me I was too "hysterical" to be a mother. But then I discovered the real reason they were hiding her. My husband was illegally using my late mother’s rare bone marrow samples to treat Eleanora’s secret blood disorder. Now that those samples are failing, he is taking Lily to a secluded castle in Germany to harvest our daughter’s marrow for his mistress. I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie—it was a biological harvest. They think I’m just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me. They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I’ve stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I’ll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator./1/116732/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a811fb817c8245da01e83de1796d01f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Foolish Bride's Secret Comeback
To repay a family debt, I pretended to have the mental capacity of a three-year-old and married the ruthless billionaire, Bryant Carson. My own sister, Keshia, hated me for it. Right before the wedding, she defaced a photo of our dead mother, slashed my face with it, and called me a retarded freak. She didn't stop there. Thinking I was just a helpless idiot, she hired thugs to kidnap me in the middle of a storm. Over a burner phone, she coldly ordered them to slice my throat and dump my body in the ocean. My biological father was no better, abandoning me entirely while desperately trying to save his sinking business contracts with the Carsons. They all thought I was a pathetic, broken toy they could abuse without consequences. They thought I was an easy target who would just cry, suck my thumb, and hide in the corner. What my rotten family didn't know was that the "idiot" bride was actually a lethal operative. After manipulating Bryant into destroying my father's company, I hacked into Keshia's devices and sent her an encrypted death threat under my alias, "Rose". The game of revenge had officially begun. But as I lay in bed faking sleep, Bryant suddenly leaned over, pressing his fingers to my racing pulse in the dark. "Little liar," he whispered./1/114461/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe80e8e03514525133ccd428e183706c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king./1/134577/coverorgin.jpg?v=0323cdd46f3b2f69b13761625e8ed85f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once Invisible, Now Irreplaceable
For three years, I was married to a man who didn't even know what I looked like. Our marriage was nothing more than a business deal struck to save my family's company. And so, I became his wife in name only-invisible to him, despised by his family, and used by my own. On the night of his return, a setup landed us in the same bed. Yet when he woke up, he mistook me for some random gold-digger. Minutes later, right in front of me, he ordered his lawyer to track down his wife so he could get a divorce. I didn't say a word. Since he was so eager to reunite with his old flame, I signed the papers and walked out of his life without asking for a single penny. Little did he know, the wife he cast aside was also the brilliant designer he deeply admired, the woman he found irresistibly alluring, and the one he had shared that unforgettable night with. After our divorce, the secrets began to unravel. When he finally learned the truth, he wanted me back. But it was too late. I was no longer the meek wife willing to endure anything./1/124844/coverorgin.jpg?v=b03d5217cd6e16433ec3055c7fc7e96b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruined Heiress's Fake Pregnancy Bargain
Clare woke up to a frozen bank account, a bankrupt family empire, and a suicide note from her father. To save her father from jumping off a skyscraper, she cornered New York's most ruthless billionaire, Edward Carlisle, with a fake pregnancy test. "I'm carrying your child." She bet everything on a brief encounter from a yacht party weeks ago, hoping to force him into a marriage that would save her family. But instead of offering a ring, the cold-blooded tycoon dragged her straight to a clinic to forcefully terminate the "problem." Even after seeing through her desperate lie, Edward didn't let her go. He forced her into a humiliating contract marriage just to destroy his grandfather's arranged match. He paid off a fraction of her family's billion-dollar debt—just enough to keep her on a tight leash, treating her like a cheap, disposable shield. She was paraded in front of high society, forced to publicly ruin his engagement, and stripped of every ounce of her dignity. She knew he planned to throw her away the second his family stopped pressuring him. Why should she just sit and wait to be discarded by this monster? Wiping her tears, Clare looked into the eyes of the man who thought he completely owned her. "Stop treating me like a liability." She refused to be his obedient pawn. Instead, she proposed a dangerous new alliance to help him destroy his own family—and the real transaction officially began./1/113164/coverorgin.jpg?v=72228bd45b9dc22f355b1ed6ccda47b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Fiancé, Claimed By His Uncle
Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground./0/63199/coverorgin.jpg?v=eec581cb24567494dd8f9ebecbe0cd02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Identity
When Lexi is approached by two private detectives, Jack and Emily, who are searching for Diana Wayne, a missing heiress from a prominent London family, they ask Lexi to pretend to be Diana for six months, as they suspect that someone in Diana's family might be involved in her disappearance. Lexi accepts the offer, as she needs the money for her father's surgery. She flies to London and assumes Diana's identity, but soon discovers that Diana is not who everyone thought she was; she uncovers secrets and lies that put her life in danger./1/109271/coverorgin.jpg?v=20d7ef3b847590b7060ccbd8d6c21993&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surrogate Wife's Revenge Ends In Checkmate
At the wedding, a video flashed: Lindsay was kidnapped, dress ripped. Amid the guests' jeers, Tyler, her fiancé, didn't waver, insisting on marrying her. She clung to him as rescue and spent three years devoted. Then she overheard him say, "I married her for a child. That clip? I staged it. Break her dignity and she'll worship you." Her world cracked. The warmth was an act; she was a tool, a mere surrogate to bear his child. Lindsay wiped her tears, sought Tyler's rival, Ashton, and said, "Help me bring him down. Name your price." The gentle wife vanished, replaced by a cold avenger-until Tyler realized she was beyond his reach./0/84289/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1ae91184791e1672d0501ce99f3ed4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO'S Contract Bride
Should I blame them-or myself? I was born into wealth but starved for love. So when the charming Henry Desmond swept me off my feet, I fell-hard. Then he vanished, leaving me pregnant and heartbroken. Now, with my father on his deathbed, I've inherited a billion-dollar empire... and a shattered heart. To protect my name and the child I carry, I agree to a contract engagement with Shaw Molton, my father's loyal right-hand man. But when pretend feelings blur into something real and Henry returns with secrets that could destroy everything, I'm faced with an impossible choice: confront the past that broke me... or fight for a future I never dared to dream. In a world built on lies and betrayal-can true love still win?/1/113165/coverorgin.jpg?v=0922893d291716da7534a9e14faba465&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer
For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher. But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER. He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch. "If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked." The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress. When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together. In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn. Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding. Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family. But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel. She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer. Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company. This time, she wasn't going to beg./0/21671/coverorgin.jpg?v=b54931ec7bde000754e846a14fba3ebf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled Up
When his father's life is put to an end; Harry Banks has to take over his father's company as the rightful owner. To tangle things up, Harry has a stepmother; A stepmother whom no one knew her true colours. Everything is tangled; Who will untangle this? Will Harry be able to do so or will he be done away with?/1/116735/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e24a6b7861f1216f5b634a42e0a9221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Accidental Wife Is A Secret Tycoon
Jaden's abusive foster parents forced her to marry a 62-year-old criminal to pay off their underground gambling debts. They treated her like human trafficking merchandise with a price tag. But the old man never made it to City Hall. Due to a chaotic mix-up in the lobby, Jaden accidentally signed the marriage certificate with the wrong man—Constantine Kensington, the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Kensington Group. When Constantine discovered the error, his eyes burned with absolute contempt. He assumed Jaden was a pathetic, gold-digging scammer who had deliberately swapped places to trap him. Instead of an annulment, he dragged her into his manor to lock her in and make her regret ever learning his name. He cut off her credit lines, threw a degrading minimum-wage internship contract at her face, and demanded she follow his draconian rules. "We sleep in separate rooms. You do not touch me. You do not cross the line," Constantine warned, his voice dripping with venom. He looked at her like she was a desperate, uneducated orphan begging for scraps. He truly believed she was just a worthless pawn entirely at his mercy, struggling to survive in his elite world. What the arrogant CEO didn't know was that the girl in the oversized hoodie was actually "King," the legendary dark web hacker who had just shorted a global conglomerate for five billion dollars right from his own guest room. Jaden looked at the pathetic ten-million-dollar divorce payoff he offered, let out a mocking smirk, and signed the contract. She would gladly use his ridiculous billionaire title as her perfect invisible shield./1/118358/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2abe3850eae324ffa3d40b4ac815d3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reborn Heiress's Vow Of Vengeance
The clerk handed me the pen to sign my marriage certificate. But as the gold nib hovered over the paper, a brutal reality tore through my mind. I remembered how my life ended. My perfect fiancé, Blaine, and my best friend, Jazmin, had murdered me. In a cold hospital room, Blaine's hands—the same ones now resting on my back—had twisted my ventilator tube, suffocating me. Jazmin had stood beside him, smiling like a razor cut, mocking how much I loved him. They were just waiting for me to die so they could swallow my family's three hundred million dollar fortune and steal the tech company I built from scratch. I had adored him for three years, only to die with my lungs burning and my vision fading to black, betrayed by the two people I trusted most. Why was I so blind to their greed? Opening my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital bed. I was back at City Hall, and Blaine was looking at me with that perfectly loving, fake smile. I dropped the pen and knocked my chair over. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, fleeing into the Manhattan traffic. When a billionaire's luxury car hit me on the street, I didn't panic. I saw my perfect alibi. Lying in the VIP hospital ward, surrounded by my powerful family, I looked at Blaine's desperate face and put on the performance of a lifetime. "I don't know you," I whispered, shrinking away in fake terror. In my last life, I was their prey. This time, playing the amnesiac victim, I am going to destroy them./1/115438/coverorgin.jpg?v=d155648381defb24f5188e68f0528ab4&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./0/74233/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f2f197d29a16254d3cb97939e63264c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Love He Let Die
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted./1/115440/coverorgin.jpg?v=49f65fef973698de1b5ed612e51a1401&imageMogr2/format/webp)
