Modern Books for Women
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Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone
Arielle barely survived a terrifying plane crash. Trembling and soaked in rain, she rushed back to her penthouse, desperately needing her husband's embrace. But when she opened the heavy door, she found a pair of cheap pink stilettos in the foyer. Her billionaire husband, Julian, was intimately drinking bourbon with the new network intern on their living room sofa. Instead of asking if she was hurt, Julian glared at her wet clothes with disgust. "You are ruining the imported Persian rug. Your tardiness embarrassed me." Arielle soon discovered the horrifying truth. The airline had called Julian when her private jet was plunging toward the earth. He knew she was facing imminent death, but he chose to ignore it for a routine board meeting. Worse, he spent that very evening flirting with his mistress in their home. When Arielle confronted him, he threw a black Amex card at her to buy her silence. He even abused his power as CEO to replace her veteran prime-time anchor with the intern. Looking at the man who once promised to protect her above all else, Arielle felt a freezing numbness spread through her chest. How could the man she loved for seven years become a cold-blooded stranger who didn't even care if she lived or died? The last thread of her love completely snapped. Arielle threw his credit card into the trash, signed the divorce papers demanding sole custody of their son, and walked out of his empire for good./1/116753/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcab9be79a10e3b2eae55a6211350a93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captive Bride: Escaping The Masked Monster
To keep my comatose mother's heart beating in the ICU, I desperately needed two hundred thousand dollars. Instead of a loan, my aunt and uncle brought me a proxy marriage contract. They sold me to Julian Montgomery—a billionaire rumored to be a disfigured, ruthless monster—just to pay off their own bankruptcy debts. "Sign it, or they pull her plug right now." I was dragged to his gothic estate, where Julian nearly choked me in the dark on our first night. He trapped me with a fifty million dollar divorce penalty and transferred my mother to a fortress-like VIP hospital, taking absolute control of her life. He forced me to wear humiliating lingerie and play the role of a shameless gold digger to disgust his hostile family. But the most terrifying part was when he peeled off his scarred silicone mask, revealing a flawlessly handsome face underneath. Why was this manipulative psychopath spending millions on my mother's medical care? Why was he going to such extreme lengths to trap me in this hell, only to treat me worse than a maid? The answer came when his sister suddenly kicked open our bedroom door. "You think marrying this cheap whore will make you forget Luna Bloom? She's back in New York!" Feeling Julian's body instantly turn to stone at the sound of his first love's name, the truth hit me. I was nothing but a prop. But if he thought I would just lay down and be his victim, he was dead wrong./1/123891/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7005f14e5c1e74b36d949d3f4fe5acf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold as a Substitute Bride, Claimed by the Ruthless CEO
To pay for my grandmother's medical bills, my stepmother forced me to be a substitute bride for a notorious, ugly old man from the wealthy Holloway family. When I tried to escape, my stepsister deliberately tricked me into entering the wrong hotel suite. Instead of the old man, I stumbled into a hostage situation and was saved by a terrifying, icy billionaire—Branson Holloway, the king of New York. He didn't let me go. Instead, he pinned me down, his cold eyes locked onto a hidden childhood scar on my wrist as if he recognized me. Back home, my stepmother showed me photos of a hired thug standing over my frail grandmother's hospital bed, warning me to obey. I was completely trapped, a pawn in their cruel game. Then, Branson unexpectedly demanded that I attend his birthday banquet as his personal date. Insanely jealous, my stepmother and stepsister conspired to drug my wine at dinner, hoping to ruin me so my stepsister could take my place in Branson's bed. I didn't understand why this dangerous, powerful man was suddenly so fixated on me. Why did he know about my secret scar? What did he want from a pawn like me? I secretly swapped the drugged glasses, watching my stepsister make a complete fool of herself. But my small victory vanished when Branson cornered me in a private study, declaring that the marriage deal had changed. He wasn't just a powerful stranger; he was my new groom. Trapped beside him in a dark, empty movie theater later that night, I slowly pulled out my phone, ready to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse to escape the devil himself./1/123567/coverorgin.jpg?v=9266220d86f62907a8080c4d90c9a7f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Left Pregnant, Now My Baby Daddy's A Billionaire
Seven years ago, Eliana, the privileged rich girl, left the shy, penniless Wesley and secretly bore his child. When they reunited, she had lost everything, while he had become heir to a billion-dollar empire. Masked for a work interview, she found him cold, hostile, and eager to torment her. When she confronted him, he just sneered and called her face an eyesore. Terrified, Eliana fled with their child that night, only to find Wesley blocking her door. "Where are you going this time?" She believed he hated her for breaking his heart. Yet every night, he studied their only photo, tracing every line and curve until they were etched deep into his soul./1/105398/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b6a76875989d74ae3e1d0258b8a26e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Ballerina's Secret Paris Escape
I traced the floral patterns on the silver candlestick, my fingertips numb from the cold of the penthouse. It was our fifth anniversary, and the Wellington steak I’d spent four hours preparing sat soggy and defeated under the dim chandelier. Fielding finally walked in at 1:00 AM, smelling of scotch and tuberose—a scent I didn't own. When I tried to touch him, he recoiled as if my fingers were acid, then disappeared into the bathroom where I heard him moan his ex-girlfriend's name with a desperate, guttural longing. The betrayal didn't end there. The next day, I found him at a luxury restaurant, watching him slide a massive pink diamond onto Corinna’s finger—the same ring he’d told me was a "business investment." I stood hidden behind a frosted glass partition as his friends laughed, calling me a "lame duck" and a "depressed millstone" around his neck. Fielding didn't defend me; he calmly told them our marriage was just a "debt" he had to pay because I’d saved his life in the crash that ended my ballet career. "She's a millstone, Fielding. How long are you going to play nursemaid?" "I owe her. It's a debt. I pay my debts." When I finally confronted him, he didn't show remorse. Instead, he threatened to use his power to declare me mentally unstable and freeze my grandmother’s trust fund so I’d be left "crippled and penniless" on the street. I realized then that Fielding didn't want a wife; he wanted a martyr to ease his survivor's guilt, as long as I stayed broken and dependent. He thought he’d clipped my wings for good, but he didn't know I’d been secretly studying for the Sorbonne while he was out with his mistress. As I put on my designer gown for the charity gala, I wasn't preparing for a party. I was liquidating my jewelry for untraceable cash and planning the ultimate exit. He thinks I’m his prisoner, but the countdown to my final act has already begun./0/31424/coverorgin.jpg?v=84b70260f885b902cffc9793e0c79b96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Has Never Felt This Good
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?/1/125190/coverorgin.jpg?v=13f35808bff4c47efd5904a8e7886cb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
I was in the delivery room, fighting for my life against a sudden amniotic fluid embolism. The doctor rushed out, desperately asking my family to sign the consent form to save me and my babies. But my fiancé, Jagger, slammed the clipboard shut and refused to sign. Through the half-open door, I saw my cousin Caroline resting a hand on her flat stomach, smiling triumphantly as she leaned into his arms. "What Jagger really wants is a healthy heir to secure his position, not whatever that thing is inside you." They walked away, leaving me to die on the operating table. If a passing stranger hadn't stepped in to sign the papers, my twins and I would have been corpses. When I woke up, Jagger had already announced my death in a "yachting accident" to the world. He had transferred all my company shares to his name and even left instructions for the hospital to get rid of us if we survived. I couldn't believe the man who promised to love me forever could casually sentence me and his own children to death just for corporate greed. My despair turned into an icy, dead calm. I threw away my engagement ring and fled to Europe with my babies in the dead of night. Five years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York, holding the hands of my genius twins. It was time to take back my empire and make them pay./1/110591/coverorgin.jpg?v=a95e7e8c1c78e46d8ae3bf7169d23b01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBORN FOR THEIR BETRAYAL
Fleeing shadows in the hallway, Adrian Vale knew betrayal came from those closest. A fortune inherited meant little when blood turned cold. Last breaths tasted of lies whispered at dinner. Trust shattered like glass underfoot. Murder arrived wearing a familiar smile. Yet his eyes opened somewhere beyond belief. Beneath the quiet of her body. Everything still there inside his head - Adrian suddenly sees it clearly, a deep dread rising Some who killed him walk free today, holding influence, their plans against his kin far from finished. This moment changes everything - he'll learn each hidden truth as he gets older. Right away, life unfolds differently for Adrian - quietly shifting odds, pulling people close, growing stronger where no one sees. A fight without sound starts at his first breath. Becoming clear to everyone, that moment shifts everything... By then, chances are gone./1/101182/coverorgin.jpg?v=b887f9e93afad35b00bc10dc11ccd37c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Underworld Boss's Notorious Lackey Is Actually A Hidden Beauty?!
Avery spent seven years disguised as a man, clawing her way up the underworld as the illegitimate heir's sharpest lackey. Feared enough that even street drifters crossed the road to avoid her, she brushed off every insult while flirting with women to protect her cover-and shielding herself from her boss's advances. Then rumors exploded: Kellan, the ruthless underworld heir, preferred men and was obsessively devoted to "Avery." Even he himself was conceived by the lie... until a pregnancy test ripped the truth wide open. He pinned her down and demanded, "After what you've done to me, don't you think you should own up to your feelings?"/1/105400/coverorgin.jpg?v=52fded96203571f09922884a030aec07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stoic Nurse's Obsession: My Secret Queen
At St. Jude’s Prep, I was the "scholarship waste" in a sea of navy blue blazers and old money. I purposely handed in a blank placement exam, accepting a spot in the remedial track just to gain access to the school's high-speed server backbone. While my teachers mocked my "inevitable failure," I was secretly fighting a digital war. I intercepted a high-level breach by the notorious hacker Black Eagle, bricking his hardware and neutralizing the threat before he could touch the school’s financial records. But at home, the victory tasted like ash. My socialite mother, Inger, called me a "useless stain" and a "waste of space" over a dinner of roast beef and expensive wine. My stepsister Erika mocked my lack of talent, never realizing that the "freak" she despised had just earned a $50,000 bounty for a single hour of work. I lived as a ghost, hiding my genius behind a frayed gray hoodie and a mask of indifference. I thought I was invisible, but the school nurse, Fielding Pickett, saw through my cover, tracing my pulse and my code with predatory precision. "Nice code, Ruiz," he whispered, a warning that my sanctuary was crumbling. The pressure finally broke me. I collapsed in the infirmary with a 103-degree fever, my secret identity hanging by a thread. As I lay half-conscious on the cot, the IT administrator burst in, screaming that the Dark Web had just put a million-dollar bounty on the head of a hacker named "Q." Fielding leaned over me, his eyes dark and knowing, as the world outside began hunting for my life. "I've got you, Q," he whispered, just as the darkness took me./0/49595/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac00ff25dc76c20d3b723aaf557c8ca7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Devil In Disguise.
When Kelvin's mother's phony death triggers a nightmarish chain of events, he's trapped in a sinister web of deception spun by his ex-girlfriend Gloria and former best friend Jeoffery. With vengeance in their hearts, they'll stop at nothing to claim what they believe is rightfully theirs. As Kelvin endures unimaginable torment, his sister Jackie and her unwavering partner Alex embark on a desperate quest to uncover the truth and rescue him. Amidst the chaos, buried family secrets resurface, tearing at the seams of trust and unity. But the ultimate revelation that Jeoffery is no stranger threatens to shatter their identity completely. Set against a backdrop of opulent wealth and urban intrigue, "Devil in Disguise" takes readers on a heart-stopping journey through manipulation, suspense, and the undying bonds of family. Will the Clydes emerge from the shadows of their past, or will their legacy remain forever fractured?/1/123894/coverorgin.jpg?v=8240327bbf4d8ad00bf32761f1ea1db7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My One-Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Boss?!
After being set up by her stepsister, Cathleen spent one passionate night with a stranger. By morning, she fled, determined to erase the mistake forever. Instead, she returned home to divorce papers from the husband who had ignored her throughout their three-year marriage. Without hesitation, she signed and chose to begin again. But on her very first day at her new job, she stumbled straight into her powerful boss's arms. The closer she looked, the more familiar he seemed. Could the stranger from that unforgettable night and the man now standing before her be the same person?/1/118703/coverorgin.jpg?v=6942900dca6b15890c0ec1395ee1a61b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned In The Fire: Reborn A Queen
The grand crystal chandelier shattered, pinning my leg as the inferno consumed the hall. Through the suffocating smoke, I saw my fiancé, Preston. "Preston!" I screamed, the pain in my voice raw and desperate. He stopped and looked back at me, surrounded by a wall of fire. But then my stepsister, Breanna, let out a pathetic, calculated whimper and buried her face in his chest. Preston gave a resolute nod, turned his back on me for the last time, and carried her to safety. He left me to burn. I only survived because a cold-eyed stranger pulled me from the collapsing wreckage. When I woke up, Preston had already spun a heroic narrative to the press. He even broke into my apartment, gaslighting me about his "instincts" and threatening to bankrupt my family's company if I dared to cancel our engagement. Breanna didn't waste any time either, moving her vulgar pink heels and celebrity magazines right into my CEO office. For three years, I had suppressed my own identity, packing away my sharp suits to play the perfect, submissive fiancée. I couldn't believe I had traded my soul for a coward who would abandon me for a single fake tear. But public humiliation was too messy, and I refused to be a victim. Putting on my sharpest blood-red power suit, I walked straight into my company, slapped the prenuptial termination agreement against his chest, and prepared to burn his entire world to the ground./1/125841/coverorgin.jpg?v=32ee775cb4d3b444813ce168e677d3a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold to a Dead Man, I Became a Billionaire's Heiress
For ten years, the Shaw family mansion was nothing but a cold prison for their adopted daughter, Ava Mckenzie. The illusion of family shattered completely when her adoptive father slammed a contract on the table, ordering her to marry a dead man just to secure a five-million-dollar investment for his failing company. At that exact moment, Ava looked out the window to see her fiancé passionately kissing her stepsister in a parked car. Megan strutted inside moments later, flaunting Ava's stolen diamond ring and mocking her "dirt-poor" biological roots. Her adoptive mother sneered, threatening to throw Ava out on the streets if she didn't agree to the posthumous marriage to repay her debt for being raised. They surrounded her like vultures, waiting for her to break down, cry, and submit to being sold off to a ghost. Looking at their greedy, expectant faces, Ava's ice-blue eyes held no tears, only a chilling emptiness. She had spent a decade being their obedient, invisible shadow, enduring their endless abuse. Did they really think she would just let them destroy her future for a dead man's money? Instead of begging, Ava stood up and delivered a crisp, echoing slap across Megan's smug face. "I'll sign it. But tomorrow, we officially terminate my adoption." Leaving her stunned abusers behind, she packed her single worn-out suitcase, walked out the door without a backward glance, and pulled out a heavily encrypted phone to track down her real bloodline-completely unaware that seven powerful billionaire brothers in Manhattan were already tearing the city apart to bring her home./1/101183/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f4ca460677ab65a371f2f09133699db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silent Devotion: When My Cold Marriage Turns Burning Hot
By the third year of Dayna's lukewarm marriage to Vincent, her ex suddenly returned and clung to her, whispering everywhere that they were about to rekindle their spark. Gossip flooded the internet until she could barely breathe. Cornered at a press conference, she watched Vincent stride in, pull her into his arms, and kiss her in front of the cameras. When her ex roared, "If you don't love her, give her back to me," Vincent only tightened his hold and said, "Who says I don't love my wife? We're already trying for a baby." Only later did Dayna learn he'd loved her in secret for years./0/71983/coverorgin.jpg?v=a35f53fb8e6e8ce4881dbfad312dcdf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Doting CEO Wants To Go Public
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone's shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. "Babe," he crooned, "let's go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything."/0/22667/coverorgin.jpg?v=44bbffbc14d672b18a1bd9fab329e105&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Scar He Gave, The Queen I Became
I was dragged from the bottom of a pool, soaking wet and freezing, only to be accused by my husband of trying to drown his mistress. He believed her lies completely. He saw her feigned cough and trembling shoulders but was blind to my chattering teeth and the genuine terror in my eyes from my severe water PTSD. "Your jealousy is a sickness," he spat, ignoring my pleas. He threatened me with divorce and financial ruin for my family, all while his mistress, Isabelle, smirked at me from behind his back. He let me collapse onto the cold marble floor, turning his back on three years of marriage to comfort the woman who had set me up. The irony was suffocating. I was the one who had saved his life from a river years ago, an act that left me with a crippling phobia and a permanent scar he never noticed. He thought Isabelle was the traumatized victim. He thought my love was a transaction. That night, the love died. I walked away from his millions and the pathetic wife he thought I was. From the hidden lining of my clutch, I pulled out an encrypted phone he'd never seen and gave a single command: "Execute." My life as Mrs. Mueller was over. My real life was just beginning./0/91127/coverorgin.jpg?v=272b874a501d58cfab527834a4b0f4e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
