Modern Books for Women
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Pact Of Love Under Oath
Alicia had never imagined that her wedding day would unravel into a storm of secrets, betrayals, and overwhelming passion. Just before her wedding, a devastating truth came to light, drawing the name of Dante Moretti into her life-a man whose power and ruthlessness had made him the most feared figure in Italy. Shaped by his past and driven by control, Dante trusted nothing but his own will, until Alicia shattered his certainty with her quiet tenderness. Bound together by vengeance and guilt, they were forced to face enemies determined to destroy them and confront emotions neither of them could deny. Through tears, danger, and a love that endured amid chaos, Alicia and Dante discovered that true love was not a choice but something that simply took hold. But when life stripped away their peace, it was love-pure and unbreakable-that guided them back to their path. This was a story of redemption, family, second chances, and a love that defied fate./1/124850/coverorgin.jpg?v=440eb24a8036198b70752298bf97ed22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge
I saved my husband's sister in a car crash, losing my voice in the process. But my husband, Damien, believed I orchestrated the accident out of jealousy. For two years, he treated me like garbage. He finally threw a divorce agreement at me and banished me to a clinic to care for his "comatose" sister, Stella. But the moment we were alone, Stella opened her eyes with a malicious smile. She had faked the coma for two years. She even whispered that her mother had murdered mine. Before I could react to the horrific truth, Stella grabbed a fruit knife, slashed her own arm deep, and shrieked for help. Damien burst through the door. Seeing the bloody knife at my feet, his eyes filled with pure, murderous hatred. He ignored my desperate, silent tears and the fact that I was pregnant with his child. "I am going to send you to hell," he snarled. He had me thrown into a brutal city detention center and specifically ordered the guards to make me suffer. My food was stolen, my bedding was soaked, and I was shoved around by hardened inmates. In that freezing cell, clutching my stomach to protect my baby, I couldn't understand how a man could be so blindly vicious to his own wife. But the starvation and abuse burned away my last pathetic trace of love, leaving only a cold, bottomless hate. When his formidable grandmother finally bailed me out, I didn't cry or beg. I walked straight up to Damien and handed him a new divorce agreement, demanding full custody and five percent of his company shares. My hands moved with sharp, deliberate precision. "This is what you owe me."/1/105384/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd4e5dccb29b9b693cef400c2a0084ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Blood Bag To Billionaire Queen
For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife to Bart Brown. On our third anniversary, I stood in the kitchen for four hours, preparing his favorite meal with imported truffles, only to receive a cold text command. "Crysta fainted again. Get to the hospital. Now." My rare Rh-negative blood was the only thing the Brown family valued. Bart didn't want a wife; he wanted a walking blood bank for his "sick" best friend, Crysta. While I was fainting from chronic anemia, Crysta was smirking in her hospital bed, clutching Bart's hand and mocking my "peasant" lifestyle. Even his mother treated me like a servant, demanding I vacuum the floors after I'd already offered my veins for the hundredth time. When I finally reached my breaking point and signed the divorce papers, they didn't let me go quietly. They filed a false police report, accusing me of stealing a multi-million dollar diamond necklace just to watch me crawl. I didn't understand how a family could be so heartless. I had cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and literally bled for them, yet they were determined to ruin my life the moment I stopped being useful. Did they really think I was a nobody with nowhere to go? Standing outside the hospital with a bruised wrist and nothing to my name, I didn't cry. I simply took off my cheap wedding ring and dialed a secure line I hadn't touched since the day I married him. "It's me, Dad," I whispered as a fleet of black Maybachs rounded the corner. "The extraction is a go. I'm coming home."/1/124851/coverorgin.jpg?v=a852e75c7484de33a16981a68ca45f4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Ex-Wife's Escape
After three agonizing years in prison, Eloise Knight finally walked out of the heavy iron gates. Waiting for her was her billionaire husband, Carter James. He didn't come to welcome her, but to see if prison had finally broken her into an obedient wife. Three years ago, he stood in court and presented the very evidence that condemned her for murdering her best friend—a vintage letter opener he knew was a gift from her late father. When Eloise turned her back on his luxury car and walked away, Carter's ruthless nature was unleashed. "Freeze every single one of her accounts. I don't want one cent flowing to her." He cut off her credit cards, her bank accounts, and even the trust fund left by her mother. He wanted to leave her penniless and starving on the cold streets of New York, absolutely certain she would soon come crawling back to beg for his mercy. In the freezing night, clutching only an old suitcase, Eloise felt a bitter clarity. She remembered her murdered best friend's secretive smile, boasting about a way to steal Carter's heart just days before her death. She realized she had been framed by the two people she trusted most. Why did Carter hate her so much? How could they destroy her life so easily without a second thought? But she was no longer the naive Mrs. James. Eloise signed the divorce papers, left them on his pristine coffee table, and vanished into the night. She disguised herself as a mute cleaner at the exclusive Elysian Club, stepping right into his playground to find the truth and clear her name./0/59637/coverorgin.jpg?v=d338e31122fb9e6ac1555f6b89a7e08c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Love Blunder: Her Sweet Revenge
Blinded by unrequited love, Dayna's world shattered upon learning of Jon's engagement to another girl. Determined to focus on her happiness, she decided to move on. Returning to the workforce, Dayna witnessed her career soar. Soon, admirers flocked to her. Realizing his mistake, Jon wanted her back, but Dayna only responded with a cryptic smile. Following that, she posted online about Jon, the charming CEO, seeking a wealthy, attractive, and virtuous woman to marry. Making matters worse, his contact details were shared across several dating sites!/1/105060/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f4d9b3685b3d2ef44a6cd8231aaf1ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire
The DNA test in my hands felt like a death sentence. 0% match. After three years of marriage to billionaire Joseph Villarreal, the truth was out: I wasn't the heiress everyone thought I was. My mother-in-law, Buna, marched into the study with a team of lawyers and threw the divorce papers at me. "You're a fraud, Giselle," she sneered. "The Woods family has cut you off. You are a parasite we are finally removing." I looked at Joseph, praying for a spark of the man I loved. But he just sat there, cold and immaculate, exhaling a plume of cigar smoke that felt like a wall between us. "Sign it," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This marriage was a business transaction. The product I purchased was fraudulent." They didn't just take my home; they stripped me of my dignity. They forced me to hand over my anniversary necklace and yank the wedding ring off my finger, claiming the stone belonged to the "real" daughter, Clydie. Joseph watched with total indifference as I was kicked out into a torrential storm. I collapsed in the mud halfway down the driveway, clutching a broken suitcase, twenty-three years old and completely alone. I didn't understand how three years of devotion could be worth zero to him. He didn't even hate me; he just saw me as a depreciated asset. As I sobbed in the rain, I realized the man I had given my heart to never existed. But Joseph didn't know that the "fake" he threw away was actually the long-lost daughter of the Hines global empire. Six years later, I am no longer the girl crying in the mud. I am Dr. Mandy, the world's top neurosurgeon and a billionaire in my own right. When a little boy with Joseph’s espresso-colored eyes approached me in the hospital and begged me to save his father, I realized the man who ruined me was finally in my hands./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./1/113172/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0d4de3eb89718132d75c235630d2e1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire Fiancé, You Don't Deserve Me
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true. For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married. "Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said. My life shattered in that instant. Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions. At the end, Mireya had killed me. If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya./1/125826/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b113d701cea0f64d5a857bf2ecd204f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Comeback
I was at my final fitting, trying on the masterpiece wedding dress I had spent eighteen months designing, when my phone rang. It was my fiancé, Hartwell. The day before our wedding, he called to cancel. He told me my stepsister Jessi had terminal cancer, and her dying wish was to marry him. "Heaven, she's dying. It's just fulfilling the wish of a terminally ill person. I'll compensate you with three percent of my company's stock." To fulfill her wish, he expected me to step aside for the girl who had spent her life stealing my things, backed by my biased parents. Later, his mother demanded I return my engagement ring so Jessi could wear it on her deathbed, and Hartwell actually suggested I wait as his backup plan. "This thing with Jessi is temporary. After she's gone in three months, I'll marry you then." They even stole my custom wedding invitations, the venue I booked, and my floral designs to celebrate their betrayal. I looked at the man I was supposed to marry, feeling nothing but incandescent rage and absolute disgust. My years of compromise had only taught them to take more, but I was done being a victim. I forced him to sign over fifty-one percent of his company and pay two million dollars in damages. But my real revenge came at the courthouse, when he realized we were already legally married and state law required a thirty-day cooling-off period for divorce. "Heaven, you have to keep this quiet. You can't ruin my wedding to Jessi." I slapped him hard across the face, ready to make his upcoming ceremony the biggest joke in New York./1/105062/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f700df43d3b017203159b0511d9fbe6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Heir In Her Arms
I returned to New York with a broken suitcase and exactly three hundred and forty-two dollars in my bank account. My mother was dying in a public hospital, and the only treatment that could save her required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit I didn't have. While I was pleading with the billing department, I ran into my billionaire ex, Gannon Sharpe, and his cruel fiancée, Aleta. Without a second thought, Aleta slapped me so hard my lip split, kicking my belongings across the floor and calling me a gold-digging thief in front of the entire staff. I looked at Gannon, the man I once loved more than my own life, hoping for a shred of mercy. Instead, he looked at me with pure revulsion and told me I belonged in the gutter. He believed the lies his grandfather told him—that I had abandoned him after his car crash and vanished with millions. He had no idea I was the one who actually pulled him from that burning wreckage, or that I was currently skipping meals in a moldy motel just so our secret son could have formula. He called me "disgusting" and walked away, leaving me to rot. I wanted to scream that I was the genius scientist who wrote his company’s core algorithms, and that the child he didn’t know existed was shivering with a fever only blocks away. But the ironclad NDA I signed to save my family kept me silent, even as Gannon looked at me like I was something he’d stepped in. Desperate for health insurance to save my mother and son, I took a bottom-tier data entry job in the basement of Gannon’s own tower, intending to stay invisible. But when a billion-dollar error threatened to bankrupt his empire, I couldn't stop myself from hacking the system to fix the code. Now, the man who hates me is standing in my cubicle, demanding to know how a "dropout" knows his most guarded secrets. Gannon is finally digging into my past, and he’s about to find out exactly what—and who—I’ve been hiding for the last four years./1/115120/coverorgin.jpg?v=507e56c187800a66e000ded6fdb21be0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Fiancé
For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside. When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company. Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence. When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him. Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall. They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock. They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power. Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear. She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts. "Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground." But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder. The real hunt was just beginning./1/134587/coverorgin.jpg?v=e458bdb37dbc97c133b972d9b2ea05ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Genius: Leaving His Cage
For three years, I swallowed my pride as the live-in husband of billionaire CEO Cierra Hunter, enduring endless humiliation just to pay my mother's astronomical medical bills. But when I went to City Hall, the clerk looked at me with pity and told me there was no record of our marriage. The certificate Cierra had given me was a crude forgery. Legally, I was completely single. She had bought my dignity with a piece of scrap paper. Worse, she didn't know that I had already found out my mother died two years ago. On the night my mother passed away, Cierra had turned off her phone to comfort her precious first love, Keon. She deliberately hid my mother's death, continuing to use the fake medical bills to control me, treating me like a dog, and demanding I serve Keon when he moved into our estate to play the victim. "He's just a dog I keep in the house. Once he takes the money, he's supposed to wag his tail." Hearing her mock me to Keon chilled me to the bone. She thought those fake bills could keep me trapped in her gilded cage forever, bowing to her every whim. But she had no idea I had secretly been winning international architectural bids under an anonymous name. I calmly burned the fake marriage certificate to ashes. Then, I accepted a Chief Designer offer from a top overseas firm, packed my bags, and walked out the door. This time, I choose to live for myself./1/105387/coverorgin.jpg?v=761db4d1c69261a73b03af851ce95b68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife
I sat at a mahogany table long enough to land a plane on, signing the papers that ended my two-year marriage to billionaire Eric Koch. He didn't even show up for the divorce; he was in a private cigar lounge downstairs, sending his lawyer to hand me a five-million-dollar check to buy my silence like I was a discarded employee. For two years, I had perfected the role of the "mouse"—the plain, timid wife Eric looked right past, never suspecting I was actually Rose, the world-renowned designer behind a secret fashion empire. I never told him I was the "angel" who dragged his unconscious body from a burning car years ago, the woman he’d been searching for while he ignored the one across the breakfast table. To celebrate my freedom, I had a one-night stand with a stranger in a penthouse, only to wake up and realize the man I’d just slept with was my ex-husband. Before the ink on our divorce was dry, Eric used his billions to buy my studio, trapping me in a contract that forces me to work for him as a "lowly assistant" or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty. I watched in silence as a fame-hungry actress paraded around his office wearing my stolen heirloom locket—the only proof of my true identity—claiming she was the mystery woman from his bed. Eric looked right through my frumpy disguise with the same cold indifference he showed his wife, never realizing the woman he was hunting was standing right in front of him. I couldn't understand how he could be so obsessed with finding a ghost while treating the living woman who saved him like garbage. Why was he so determined to own every piece of Rose while he had spent two years throwing Aislinn away? "Tell him nothing," I whispered to my reflection as I reapplied the thick foundation that masked my face. "You're dangerous, Ann Reese," he told me later, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar spark behind my thick glasses. I adjusted my bun and looked him in the eye, ready to play the long game. He thinks he’s bought my future, but he’s about to find out that Rose doesn’t just design couture—she designs ruins./1/105063/coverorgin.jpg?v=b90b70bf7c2465a9ef2023d3e7250f3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce
I spent three years as the perfect, silent wife to billionaire Ezequiel Sanford, enduring a marriage colder than the marble floors of our Manhattan mansion. The day I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test was the same day my world burned down. I found Ezequiel at the hospital, but he wasn't there for me. He was cradling his ex-girlfriend, Alexa, with a gentleness he had never shown me, while my own father was being rushed into the ICU after a suicide attempt triggered by our family's bankruptcy. Instead of comfort, Ezequiel handed me divorce papers. He had checked a box that read "No Issue of Marriage," effectively erasing any claim I had to his legacy. He blackmailed me, promising to save my father’s company only if I signed away every cent of alimony and walked away with nothing. When Alexa called him claiming an emergency, Ezequiel shoved me aside so violently I hit the sharp corner of his glass desk. As I collapsed to the floor, clutching my abdomen in sudden, searing pain, he didn't even look back. "Stop acting," he sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "It’s pathetic. I will never love you, Claudia, no matter how many times you fall down." He walked out to be with her, leaving me bleeding on his office carpet with the secret he had spent years trying to avoid. He thought I was a gold-digger faking a crisis, never realizing I was actually carrying the Sanford heir he claimed didn't exist. Now, I’m hiding in a private clinic while my husband’s security team scours the city for me. My childhood friend just handed me a one-way ticket to Paris and a chance to restart the medical career I sacrificed for a lie. The money just hit my father's account. I’m signing the papers and disappearing. By the time Ezequiel realizes what he’s lost, I’ll be a world away, and he’ll never even know my child’s name./0/46338/coverorgin.jpg?v=06aa24c8e8517b335ae2e2d490a3cbd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vengeful Bliss
It all seemed right to Trisha, everything seemed really good for her, it was like the universe was paying back for all the struggles she had to go through with her mother. Her job seems right, her love life was beautiful, her mood was everything she wanted, and her family was filled with so much positivity, even if it wasn't the typical nuclear family. Or so she thought! The series of events that followed shook her to the core. She finds out her fiance, soon to be husband, is cheating with her step sister. Broken hearted, she was stabbed in the back yet again by her stepfather's sudden divorce announcement . She soon finds out it was all an elaborate plan between her stepsister, her stepfather and her ex fiance to steal from them and abscond. What happens when Trisha appears as the wife of the most influential bachelor in the country to their wedding? Will Trisha get her long awaited revenge? What becomes of this contracted marriage where they agreed to not invest their feelings? Will Trisha see more than meets the eye?/0/24925/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7411947bd38f677bb167137a99c20a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Richardson's
Sarah, an ex-convict hated her family for betrayal and her involvement in the crime. After the death of her mother(acting boss) the family is divided into two factions each fighting for absolute power. Later she finds out her mother did not commit suicide but was murdered. Will she find her mother's killer and help unite the family? or will she help in bringing down the Richardson family?. Find out the dirty secrets hidden deep inside the perfect Richardson family./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./0/99873/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f3a8eea2ddc4cc04ec365e9e6315d23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blind But Brilliant: The Pitied Bride With Hidden Faces
Khloe lost her sight to save her fiancé, only to be betrayed on their wedding eve when he handed her over to a notorious man to clear his debts. Shattered, Khloe agreed to the arrangement, and rumors swirled that she and her groom were hopeless. No one expected the blind woman to stun the world-a prodigy in fragrance, a world-class hacker, a racing legend, and the secret head of a peacekeeping force. The nation was amazed, and her ex-fiancé most of all. Drunk and remorseful, he told the press, "My biggest regret is losing Khloe. Now she's someone else's!"/0/57046/coverorgin.jpg?v=4409eb6750bd286ec5d977ae32baad96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Contractual Wife Wants A Divorce
Emilee had never envisioned ending up in bed with Jonny, let alone becoming his wife through a contractual agreement. Yet, Jonny's heart belonged to another. When his true love came back, Emilee was overwhelmed with despair and chose to seek a divorce. But the typically distant and reserved man was unexpectedly firm in his refusal. "Emilee, the moment you married me, your life became mine! In this family, one may become a widow, but divorce is not an option!"/0/92411/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7cec820e106425c4520fa5cab035020&imageMogr2/format/webp)
