Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Last Bow
On the day the Chancellor's estate was seized, Eleanor Quinn was reborn. When she opened her eyes, she saw her eldest sister laughing at the servants scrambling over scraps of food. "You foolish people! Do you think the Chancellor's estate lacks food or silver? Fighting over a stale bread roll--if word gets out, our family's reputation will be in shambles!" Without hesitation, Eleanor took advantage of the chaos, gathering the fallen bread rolls and stuffing them into the hands of her two younger sisters. Then, she plucked the pearls and jewels from her elder sister's hair, removed her earrings, and placed them in their mother's hands. "Our dear sister is a celestial being who neither eats nor drinks," Eleanor said coolly. "But we're just ordinary people who need food to survive. In that case, these worldly possessions clearly don't matter to her."/1/124856/coverorgin.jpg?v=319bd6e3db2c680cb4b1ce53b42b7cb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning Back My Genius Wife And Triplets
I had just survived a grueling delivery, bringing perfectly healthy triplets into the world. But the person who walked into the VIP ward wasn't my husband, Barron. It was his assistant, dropping a thick manila envelope on my bedside table. "Your task as a vessel is complete. Sign the divorce papers and give up the children." The words hit me like a truck. My one-year marriage was just a business contract to breed heirs. Barron's true love had always been my cousin, Destiny. To make matters worse, Destiny burst into the hospital, revealing a secret that shattered my entire existence: I wasn't even a real Barnett. I was an illegitimate child, a fake heiress. Barron looked at me with utter disgust, threatening to ruin me in the media if I didn't abandon my newborns. He even announced his engagement to Destiny on live television, giving her the diamond ring I thought was meant for our anniversary. I had loved him deeply, only to realize I was nothing but a disposable tool. How could a man be so calculating, weighing my life against a hysterectomy while I was bleeding out on the operating table? He stripped away my identity, my dignity, and my babies without a single ounce of mercy. But I refused to be crushed into dust. Looking straight into his cold eyes, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds. With the unexpected backing of the Rivera family matriarch, I wiped my tears and prepared for a brutal legal war. I will get my children back./1/114474/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8cf1bd1814475ea8abf93ab44dcb0df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Arrogant Ex Is My Gaming Master
Grace finally decided to end her toxic, one-sided relationship with Adelbert, the arrogant heir to a global empire, by texting him to terminate their family trust. His response was a single, freezing word: "Done." When they accidentally bumped into each other in a law firm elevator, Adelbert looked right through her. "I don't know her," he stated coldly to his frat brothers, treating her like invisible trash. Humiliated and completely exhausted, Grace sought an escape in a brutal shooter game called PUBG. But by a sick twist of fate, the random matchmaking threw her into a squad with Adelbert's frat brothers and a god-tier, toxic player named 'Ø'. 'Ø' relentlessly mocked her terrible skills, humiliating her and calling her a "pig" over the voice chat. Yet, during the final shootout, this ruthless player suddenly threw his character in front of hers, taking a fatal barrage of bullets just to keep her alive. Grace soon uncovered the terrifying truth: the top-ranked 'Ø' was actually Adelbert himself. She was utterly confused and furious. Why would the untouchable billionaire who ignored her legal texts and publicly humiliated her suddenly sacrifice himself for her in a cheap video game? Refusing to swallow her pride in both the real and digital worlds, Grace sent a direct challenge to his gaming profile. "I'll prove I'm not a pig." Across the city, Adelbert stared at the notification, a dark smirk curling his lips, and clicked accept./1/118692/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d7f78aabf176d72ded4a40b19e0b9d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Ruthless General
Alice worked relentlessly as a government translator to support her boyfriend, Brandon. But one night, she came home to find him in their bed with his junior coworker, Megan. Instead of apologizing, Brandon tried to strike her and demanded she move out of the apartment she paid for. When Alice's dormant combat instincts kicked in and she threw him out, he played the victim to the neighbors. Worse, he and Megan forged documents to sue Alice for $200,000 in fake business debt, planning to leave her completely bankrupt. To add insult to injury, her boss publicly humiliated her the next day, stripping her of her prestigious Pentagon assignment to give it to Megan. Alice was pushed to the brink of despair. She couldn't understand how the man she had provided for could be so viciously calculating. And she was even more terrified by the mysterious, dangerous stranger who had witnessed her hallway fight, only to corner her later and use Brandon's lawsuit to force her into a sudden marriage contract. Just as Megan smugly mocked Alice in front of the entire office for being a dumped, delusional loser, the main doors slid open. The stranger walked in, wearing the perfectly pressed uniform of a U.S. Army Major General. He stopped right beside Alice, his cold gaze sweeping over her terrified boss and a pale Megan. "A correction," he announced with absolute authority. "She wasn't lying. I did ask her to marry me last night, and she said yes."/1/125182/coverorgin.jpg?v=7330d228d3bec69972f008e145aefd7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Oops, My Broke Baby Daddy Is Now My New Boss?!
Six years ago, Madelynn broke Kristopher's heart in public, called their love meaningless, and walked away without explaining why. Now the penniless boy she once chased had become a powerful businessman and her new boss, while she worked as a waitress, endured a violent marriage, and struggled to pay for her daughter's treatment. Still bitter, he vowed to make her regret leaving him. Then he noticed the little girl's familiar features. Her birth certificate exposed everything. She was born nine months after their breakup, and it turned out she was his own daughter./0/75217/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffd5410f77b2ab48acb5e2ea9693a751&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Defies The Terms
To fund her father's medical bills, Helena stepped in for her half‑sister and wed the city's notorious deaf heir. On their wedding night, as she bared herself, he dismissed her hope with, "This is strictly business." Living beneath the weight of his unpredictable moods, she learned to fear every moment. When everyone bet on her ruin, he became her fiercest protector. But as their contract expired and she gathered her things, tears shimmered in his eyes. "Please… don't leave me."/1/105391/coverorgin.jpg?v=06373d2efd8bc599ddd2b64602cede97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up Married To A Secret Zillionaire
I went to the New York City Clerk's office to handle a simple administrative matter, but the woman behind the glass handed me a nightmare instead. It was a certified marriage license from Clark County, Nevada, filed exactly three months ago. My vision blurred as I read the name in the spouse field: Baxter Noel. I was legally married to the ruthless billionaire whose legal team was currently suing me for intellectual property theft and trying to destroy my career. I remembered the conference in Las Vegas and a drink that tasted far too sweet, followed by a twelve-hour black hole in my memory that I had chalked up to exhaustion. When I sought help at my family's estate, my stepmother and sister didn't offer comfort; they stole my passport, shredded my clothes, and framed me for academic plagiarism to strip away my university fellowship. Even Baxter himself looked me in the eye with cold indifference, claiming he didn't know me and promising to have me arrested for fraud if I ever showed him that document again. Within twenty-four hours, I was homeless, jobless, and being hunted by the most powerful man in the city. I couldn't understand why a man who "eats people for breakfast" would be caught in the same trap as a struggling scientist like me. The confusion turned to pure terror when I looked at the witness signature on the license: Gene Mcclain. My mother, who was supposed to have died in a car crash ten years ago, had signed that paper with a fresh, trembling hand only ninety days ago. "I am holding a grenade, and I have no idea when the pin was pulled." Standing in the biting November wind with nothing but a laptop and a marriage license, I realized I was just a pawn in a much deadlier game. I stopped running and began to fight back, determined to use my unwanted status as the billionaire's wife to uncover the truth about the mother who came back from the dead./1/116747/coverorgin.jpg?v=07b4f627d58c5439fd807f274eb189fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Contract To The Secret Tycoon
To escape my greedy stepmother, I signed a marriage contract with a cold, rigid construction manager, expecting a miserable life of poverty. But the moment the ink dried, I realized I had severely misjudged the man I just married. He wasn't a broke blue-collar worker. He lived in a multi-million-dollar penthouse, spoke flawless business French, and cooked gourmet meals while forbidding me from doing chores. Most bizarrely, he dodged my physical touch like it was a live wire. He gave me a massive separate bedroom. When a speeding bike nearly hit me on the street, he yanked me to safety, only to violently shove himself away a second later, seemingly terrified of holding a woman. I decided to test him, stating I wanted to delay having children for our fake marriage. "I will respect your wishes entirely and shield you from my family," he answered perfectly. The puzzle pieces snapped together in my mind. The immaculate apartment, the commanding presence, the absolute refusal to be intimate. I was absolutely certain: my wealthy fake husband was gay, and I was just his beard. Relieved that I wouldn't have to sleep with a stranger, I happily relaxed into my new role as his supportive best friend. But as elite job offers mysteriously began landing in my inbox, I started to realize my "gay" husband was hiding a much deeper, far more dangerous obsession./0/18115/coverorgin.jpg?v=39336505883c3b1e53dcc35d367e1c3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Too Late,Mr.Billionaire:You're Nothing Now
I spent three years playing the perfect trophy wife for Adam Payne, the billionaire CEO of Payne Corp. I managed his household, cured his chronic fatigue with custom supplements, and stood silently by his side at every gala, content to be the "boring, silent prop" he wanted. But at the Metropolitan Museum gala, the mask finally slipped. Adam bypassed me on the red carpet to walk in with his "colleague" Karly, while a security guard shoved me aside, telling me that "only talent" was allowed on the carpet. When I finally found my seven-year-old son, Joshua, he didn't run to me. He sprinted past me into Karly's arms, calling her his favorite. "Why is she even here? Dad said she wouldn't come. She's embarrassing," my own son whined, looking at me with the same disdain Adam used at home. Later that night, I accidentally triggered an audio message on Adam's iPad and heard his true voice. "She's just a prop to stabilize the stock price. I don't love her. I never did," Adam told Karly. "Once the patent renewal is signed next month, I'll cut her loose. She won't even know what hit her." I stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom, realizing that my sacrifice-giving up my career as a world-class scientist to be a "nobody" wife-was nothing more than a line item in a merger. I was the engine of his life, yet he treated me like a broken appliance. I didn't scream or cry. I simply pulled off my ten-carat wedding ring, dropped it onto the iPad screen, and walked out into the Manhattan rain. Adam thought he married a trophy, but he forgot that the "Daedalus" enzyme powering his entire company belonged to my family trust. I pulled out a burner phone he didn't know I had and dialed my old chief of operations. "This is Dr. Haley," I said, my voice finally steady. "Revoke all licensing for Payne Corp. It's time to show him what happens when the prop stops supporting the stage."/1/105393/coverorgin.jpg?v=973837a99b3e8a890af43bb235e14cf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband
I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, sitting on a cracked plastic chair at the hospital, when my billionaire husband looked me right in the eye and called me "it." Ellsworth didn't recognize his own wife in my tight coat and swollen ankles; he was too busy shielding his mistress, Jolie, from the "messy cleaning lady" in the hallway. "Just ignore it," he told his assistant as I struggled to stand. "Close the doors. We’re running late for the gala." He left me there with a high-risk pregnancy diagnosis and a prescription I couldn't afford, while he drove off in a Maybach with a woman who had meticulously stolen my entire identity. When I returned to our cold mansion, the nightmare continued. His grandmother treated me like a breeding animal, and the housekeeper tried to starve me because Ellsworth said my weight gain was "embarrassing" to the family name. I soon realized the sick truth: Jolie wasn't just his lover; she was a mimic, wearing my old clothes and using my old hair tutorials to play the role of the woman I was before the Banks family broke me. How could a man who once promised to love me now treat me like a stain on his perfect life? Why was he keeping me trapped in a guest room while parading a fake version of me around the city? They thought I was a broken, penniless ghost with nowhere to go, but they forgot I was once the sharpest financial mind of my generation. While Ellsworth was busy playing house with a replica, I was secretly accepting a fully funded PhD and auditing his illegal shell companies from the shadows of his own home. He thinks he can keep me trapped in this marriage just to secure his trust fund. He has no idea that I’m not just leaving—I’m going to burn his empire to the ground before the baby is even born./1/118696/coverorgin.jpg?v=6056f8ee14e3a2e2b7e4b493c20ff13f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress And Her Dangerous Husband
Penelope Carlisle had dedicated her entire life to her family's empire, building their flagship hotel project from the ground up. But during a cold afternoon board meeting, she was met with a brutal betrayal. Her own mother raised her hand in a vote to strip Penelope of her position, handing the company over to her smug brother. Desperate for an anchor, Penelope rushed to her boyfriend Tristan's penthouse. Instead of comfort, she was greeted by the smell of cheap perfume. Pushing the bedroom door ajar, she found Tristan tangled in the sheets with Ashley—the incompetent assistant Penelope had fired three months ago. "It's just the wind, baby," the assistant cooed as the floorboard creaked. In a single day, Penelope was discarded by her blood relatives and betrayed by the man she loved. Standing alone in the pouring Manhattan rain, stripped of her legacy, a cold, absolute rage washed over her. Why should she lose everything while they celebrated her ruin? She wasn't going to scream or cry. She was a Carlisle, and Carlisles didn't just get mad; they got even. Without hesitation, she snapped photos of the cheating couple, sent them to her lawyer, and headed straight for Julian Astor—the city's most notorious, dangerous playboy from New York's most powerful family. "I need a partner for a war," she told him. By marrying the devil himself, she was going to burn their worlds to the ground./1/110585/coverorgin.jpg?v=eee99a3eea1a64864e4f5fbb1418a1a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By My Billionaire Stepbrothers
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying. When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation. Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control. Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen. Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed. They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want. But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies. First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule. The rules are simple: I'll give each of them a chance. I'll take everything they offer. And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life: Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself./1/111559/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f74254090d56bfc0c4798cb701de10b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BIllionaire's Vengeful Heiress
Elena Crane wakes up in a hospital bed after barely surviving a resort fire, only to discover the devastating truth. The kidney she donated to her husband Leo three days ago wasn't for him. It was for his mistress, Lydia. Worse, she overhears Leo instructing a doctor to kill her within five days and make it look like surgical complications so he can collect two hundred million dollars in life insurance. Their entire five year marriage was an elaborate scheme to steal her organs and murder her for money. What Leo and Lydia don't know is that Elena is actually Roberta Alfred, the legendary jewelry designer and billionaire heiress who abandoned her empire for love. After enduring multiple murder attempts, including being locked in a morgue and losing her uterus to forced hysterectomy, Elena escapes. She divorces Leo, claims the insurance money herself, and returns home to reclaim her identity and her family's billion dollar empire./0/75221/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2ac2246d349bf556bdb2f49495db2a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Game of Desire
He's used to control. She wasn't supposed to matter. Now, she's the one thing he can't ignore. A chance encounter at a coffee shop lands Haylee an unexpected job-personal assistant to Martin Knight, the cold, ruthless billionaire who doesn't just run New York's real estate empire-he owns it. But from the moment she steps into Knight Enterprises, Haylee realizes this job isn't just about calendars and contracts-it's about survival. Victoria Sterling, the icy senior VP, has ruled at Martin's side for years-and she's not letting some sarcastic nobody steal her place. His ex-wife, Rebecca Carter, still holds shares and secrets-and she's watching Haylee like a snake coiled to strike. And Martin? He doesn't do connection. He does control. What begins as a clash of wills turns into something far more dangerous-a slow-burning power play where attraction twists into obsession, and trust is the biggest risk of all. Haylee knows better than to fall. But in a world where every move is a gamble, walking away might cost her more than the game itself. The question is no longer who will win. It's who will break first./0/74897/coverorgin.jpg?v=8dccb8b50988d83e949ec50fd8897801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape
Two years ago, Chloe witnessed a brutal mafia execution in a desolate Vegas alley. To survive, she pretended to be legally blind, clinging to the ruthless mafia boss's leg and crying for her "Uncle" to take her home. She thought her pathetic acting had fooled the grim reaper. But two years later, her best friend was violently kidnapped, and Chloe was blackmailed into wearing a revealing velvet uniform to serve drinks in a deadly VIP suite. Trembling on the floor, she knelt to pour the whiskey, only to lock eyes with the exact same mafia boss, Axel Stone. He recognized his "blind" little rabbit instantly. When a rival gang leader tried to slap Chloe for spilling a drink, Axel effortlessly caught the man's wrist, nearly breaking it. His pitch-black eyes swept over the fresh bruises on her collarbone, radiating a lethal, territorial fury before he coldly claimed her as his own. Terrified, Chloe fled to a cramped apartment and forged an HIV-positive medical report. She didn't understand why this billionaire predator was so obsessed with a random, helpless college girl. She shoved the fake report against his chest, screaming that she was dirty and infected, desperately waiting for the disgust that would finally set her free. Instead, Axel let out a dark, suppressed laugh and pinned her hard against the mattress, his kiss brutal and punishing. "Even if you are rotting from the inside out, you are mine. If you are going to die, I will go to hell with you." The running game was over, and her true nightmare had just begun./0/23960/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd8a5e08f349bac14923b82270d00473&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adventures of buju
Buju, is a young student determined to enjoy his last year in secondary school despite his life changing experience with his sister Bola, His girlfriend Nene, and his besties Rachael and Chima. It's a story of love, Lifestyle, friendship and intimacy. It also pin points chima and how he discovered his sexuality and also buju's life in the university, read and enjoy./0/18120/coverorgin.jpg?v=d155c861656b982705fa3c9ae76d0234&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Friends With The Player
"Don't talk to my best friend you complete and utter ass hole" I say walking over to him. I heard a deep chuckle beside me and I looked to see Sebastian Evans. "Feisty... I like it" he winks and I snort, which was very un-lady like but I could care less. "Yeah and this feisty one is going to kick your best friends ass!" I exclaimed and we, no doubt, had all the attention on us. "Woah. Sorry cutie pie but I can't let you do that"he says and I would've blushed at the nickname if I wasn't so angry. Sebastian Evans and Bailey Richard gets closer and closer after Sebastian best friends start dating Bailey's best friends. Jealously and trust are big things in relationships... so can they earn each others trust?/1/123566/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1f7cd140937c88dcfb347f5b099b7a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
