Modern Books for Women
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Irresistible Attraction: Fated to the Cold CEO
Scarlett entered into a flash marriage with a man whom she had never seen before. One year later, she filed for divorce from her mysterious husband, hoping to lead a peaceful life as a single woman. She had no idea that it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Elias, the CEO of a million-dollar company, was said to be a man who had no interest in women. Strangely, he took an interest in Scarlett. Scarlett tried all she could to get him off her back, but he just wouldn't stop. When she couldn't take it anymore, she showed him her marriage certificate and said, "I'm a married woman. I can't date you!" Elias snatched her marriage certificate and pointed to the photo on it as he smiled. "Even better! It's high time I introduced myself. Hey, I'm Elias Roberts, your husband!" Scarlett was shocked to the bone. She couldn't believe that her mysterious husband was actually the CEO of a top company! How the hell did this happen?/1/116453/coverorgin.jpg?v=63718efd3e1d5a99d2d905af2c88f5b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress Strikes Back Hard
Evelyn Beaumont signed the heavy divorce settlement, severing her marriage to billionaire Kalen Sterling. She thought giving up her title as his wife would finally save her family's empire from his hostile takeover. But Kalen didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to completely destroy her. He orchestrated a media circus, letting his rumored new mistress humiliate Evelyn in front of a swarm of paparazzi. When Evelyn fought back and secured a critical business deal to ruin his plans, Kalen's retaliation was devastating. He crashed her high-society birthday gala and plunged the massive ballroom into darkness. "But, as your former husband, how could I show up tonight without bringing you a very... special gift?" Under a blinding spotlight, he unveiled a grotesque statue of a naked, chained woman wearing Evelyn's crown, begging at the feet of a faceless master. The base was painted in dripping red letters: To my loyal ex-wife, who always kneels for the wrong master. A wave of horrified gasps swept through the elite crowd. Evelyn's pride was publicly crushed into dust as hundreds of eyes burned into her skin with sick amusement and pity. She couldn't understand this absolute psychopath. He had already used their marriage as a bargaining chip to steal her shares. So why was he looking at her with such dark, twisted hunger? Why was he so obsessed with humiliating her? Driven by pure, homicidal rage, Evelyn broke into his pitch-black penthouse that night with a steel golf club. But instead of a fight to the death, Kalen pinned her to the sofa and smashed his mouth against hers with a brutal, desperate hunger./1/112885/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f89f9aa5575fef2797c90ec3c631a8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride For The Comatose Billionaire
After surviving twenty-one years in a brutal orphanage, I finally returned to my billionaire biological family with the silver pocket watch that proved my identity. But my relatives didn't care about me; they only loved Corie, the fake daughter who had stolen my life after our mothers switched us during a hospital fire. On my very first day home, the family faced total ruin over a thirty billion dollar debt. The creditors demanded a Dunlap daughter marry their comatose, vegetative heir to settle the score. Without a second thought, my grandmother and uncle pointed their fingers at me. They claimed Corie was too delicate and precious to spend her life nursing a corpse with a heartbeat. "You're used to hardship and deprivation," my grandmother sneered, demanding I fulfill my so-called family obligation to save them all. I looked at these strangers who had ignored my existence for two decades, expecting me to sacrifice my future just so a thief could keep enjoying my stolen wealth. They thought they were tossing an unwanted orphan into a living hell. But when I saw the medical file of the comatose heir, a cold thrill ran through my veins. It was Andres Gillespie. The man who had taken my innocence during a mountain storm four years ago, and the secret father of my hidden twins. I calmly set down my coffee cup and smiled at my arrogant family. "I'll do it. I'll marry him."/1/115157/coverorgin.jpg?v=28cacbebdab42eeace41d9a8922733a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. CEO: I Am Unstoppable
Seven years ago, I gave up a Supreme Court clerkship to marry the billionaire CEO, Jaret Burns. Today, he dragged me into a Manhattan courtroom by my wrist. He accused me of hiding cocaine in the trunk of my car. He stood protectively near Chelsie, the woman crying fake tears in the gallery, and hissed that I was a jealous disgrace dragging his family name through the mud. Dozens of eyes stabbed into my back as the prosecutor loudly read the felony charges. Jaret took a deliberate step away from my chair, crossing his arms to distance himself from a criminal. He looked at me with blind arrogance, completely trusting the woman who had actually framed me. He had no idea my defense attorney was holding a USB drive with time-stamped security footage of Chelsie planting the drugs. As the chilling realization wrapped around my heart, the ashes of my seven-year sacrifice blew away into nothingness. I had buried my brilliant legal mind to be his unpaid maid and trophy wife, only to be thrown away for a pathetic lie. When the judge saw the video, dismissed my charges, and had the bailiffs drag a screaming Chelsie away, Jaret finally panicked. "Nora, wait, I didn't know!" I didn't even look at his regretful face. I went home, left my three-carat diamond ring on top of the signed divorce papers, and scheduled an interview with the most ruthless litigator in New York./1/116455/coverorgin.jpg?v=63e16bee786247f3f4eb121f770be7ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Possessive Billionaire Boss
I carefully hid my terrifying reality to protect my fragile little brother. By day, I was just a poor, invisible foster kid trying to survive in a chaotic home. Then, my foster parents brought home Jadyn. He flashed a flawless, sunny smile, but he was a manipulative sociopath who charmed everyone while secretly targeting us. He stole my brother's art prize money to buy a luxury guitar, crushed his heartfelt drawings, and played the humble victim perfectly. My foster parents treated him like the perfect son, while I was painted as the jealous, angry villain. At school, he became the golden boy, destroying innocent girls who liked him and throwing them to the wolves to build his saintly reputation. I endured his midnight torture and twisted psychological games just to keep my brother safe. I thought if I kept my head down and suffered in silence, I could survive his torment until graduation. I thought Jadyn was the worst monster I had to face. But I was wrong. During the school's spring festival, while Jadyn was soaking up everyone's worship on stage, a deafening roar filled the sky. A sleek, black helicopter landed right on the field. Eduardo Olsen, the ruthless billionaire who secretly controlled my life in the shadows, stepped out. He completely ignored the frantic principal and walked straight past a stunned Jadyn. He grabbed my wrist and kissed my hand in front of the entire school. My carefully hidden hell was just dragged into the blinding light./1/133002/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa8b1f2dd38359fd53eb08c0cde961f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBIRTH: SEVEN DAYS BEFORE DOOMSDAY
When the apocalypse turned the world into a living hell overrun by zombies and awakened monsters, Kara thought she would at least have her husband by her side. She was wrong. When she discovers that her husband, Ethan, was cheating on her with her best friend, he burns Kara to ashes and leaves her for dead. But Kara's story hasn't ended because fate gives her another chance; Rebirth. She wakes up seven days before the apocalypse began with only one goal in her mind: To become the strongest so no one else could use her. Kara immediately ends her marriage, wins the lottery using her past knowledge and buys an isolated and easily defensible home surrounded by a river. She starts preparing for the future while stocking up food and water, and also gathering medicine and weapons. She had seven days to prepare. But just when Kara thought her life was going to go in one direction, she gets another surprise from fate; a superpower. While everyone else would have to wait until the apocalypse began to awaken their abilities, Kara had already awakened hers. And this time, she wouldn't sacrifice herself for anyone. She would take everything she needed, settle every unfinished score, build her own kingdom, and cut down anyone who would dare stand in her way. In seven days, the world collapses. And when it finally happens, Kara would be waiting./1/119700/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a8ce45af482e11474920a3def357baa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire
I placed the 12-week ultrasound report on the coffee table, hoping for a shred of support from my family. Instead, my mother snatched my wallet, stole my last hundred dollars, and kicked me out into a freezing thunderstorm. "There's no place for you or your bastard child here. Get out!" With nowhere to go, I tracked down the baby's father—a hotel concierge named Christopher. To my shock, he proposed a cold, seven-month marriage of convenience to get his family off his back. I signed the contract, trading my freedom for a safe roof over my baby's head. But the nightmare didn't end. My mother tracked down my new workplace, extorted my entire life savings, and caused a massive public scene. When Christopher found out, his eyes turned to ice. He didn't offer comfort. Instead, he delivered a devastating ultimatum. "If you cannot demonstrate that you are capable of protecting this child from your family, I will seek sole custody." I was stripped of everything, terrified, and suffocating. Why was my own mother a bloodsucking monster? And how could I fight a cold, calculating stranger who had the power to take my baby away from me in an instant? Looking at my tear-streaked face in the mirror, I wiped my eyes. I was done being a weak, frightened girl. For my baby, I was going to become a fortress./0/90501/coverorgin.jpg?v=476da2d11230df9bd923c939626f1e60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN HE FINALLY KNEW.
Elena Reyes returns to Manhattan with nothing but ambition, a five-year-old son, and a vow to never look back. After years spent rebuilding her life in New Orleans, she's focused on one thing-launching her creative agency and giving her son the future he deserves. Love? Distraction? Off the table. But then she crashes into Dylan Harper. He's the CEO of Harper Corp. Ruthless. Composed. Untouchable. Until a spilled coffee, a fearless pitch, and one woman's unapologetic fire knock him off balance. He's intrigued. She's cautious. What begins as a professional spark turns into lingering stares, late-night talks, and a slow unraveling neither of them can stop. But Dylan isn't the only one watching her. When Veronica Lancaster, Dylan's calculating ex, reappears with quiet malice and a buried agenda, Elena's carefully guarded world begins to crack. Secrets surface. A familiar smile. A missing name on a birth certificate. One lie. One truth. And a child caught in between. Because Dylan doesn't know. Not yet. But when he finds out... Will he still choose her? Or will everything fall apart just when she finally thought she was safe?/1/116457/coverorgin.jpg?v=21eee895d1457fdf6a26a0915abbf903&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows
Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway. Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him. "I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood. "Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared. Die, for all I care." The line went dead. The silence was heavier than the twisted metal crushing her. As she flatlined in the back of an ambulance, memories of her pathetic life flashed before her. She was just the orphaned daughter of their driver, a charity case they bullied, used, and discarded. His sister stole her designs, and Brenton's love was nothing but a manipulative chain to control her. She had given that family her entire life, her talent, and her heart. Why did her absolute devotion only earn her a cruel, lonely death while he celebrated his new marriage? When Khloe opened her eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone. She was standing in the Waldorf Astoria suite, wearing the pristine white silk gown from her engagement party a year ago. Staring at the drugged champagne Brenton expected her to drink, she picked up a heavy crystal decanter instead. This time, she would make the rules./1/117755/coverorgin.jpg?v=c069836a352c897cf7c900094fff850b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Bride: Four Extraordinary Fiancés Are Fighting Over Me
Instead of a love story, my second life began with a choice: four fiancés handpicked by my grandfather. One was a conglomerate heir, one a top movie star, one a genius doctor, and one a piano maestro. In my last life, I fell for a gentle mask, then spent thirty years widowed after his staged "accident." Only on my deathbed did he return with my half-sister and their three children. Now, reborn at the choosing banquet, I watched him smirk, certain I'd pick him again. I faced the four powerful men instead. "Whoever destroys that scumbag first gets the first date."/1/115160/coverorgin.jpg?v=88c8cf2d3dbc24cd0e69b27c44b37afd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss
Alena landed at JFK, eager to call her fiancé of three years. But a sudden message from her best friend shattered her world: a high-resolution photo of Darrin passionately kissing another woman. The woman was Katrina, her older sister. Alena rushed to the grand ballroom and confronted them in front of New York's elite. Instead of an apology, her own mother slapped her across the face. "You jealous, spiteful girl. Trying to ruin your sister's happiness because you can't handle your own failures." Darrin coldly wrapped a protective arm around Katrina. The nightmare worsened when they ambushed Alena at her apartment, demanding she sign an NDA to cover up the affair and save their family's failing business. If she refused, her father threatened to tell her frail grandfather the truth, knowing the shock would trigger a fatal heart attack. Alena was suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Her family was weaponizing the only person who truly loved her, treating her like a disposable pawn to protect the sister who stole her life. How could her own flesh and blood be so sickeningly cruel? Cornered and entirely out of options, Alena pulled a matte-black business card from her pocket. It belonged to Andrew Spencer, the ruthless billionaire who had rescued her from the freezing rain, and the apex predator Darrin feared most. He had offered her a transactional marriage. If her family wanted to destroy her, she would become their worst nightmare. She picked up her phone and dialed his number./1/119378/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bad6016b528e3abe903d9d3ae97978e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape
Amelia sat on the sofa with her pregnancy report, waiting to share the miraculous news with her husband. But Hunter returned smelling of floral perfume and crimson lipstick, coldly demanding an early end to their marriage contract. "Audra's back in New York," he stated flatly. When Amelia desperately held up the hospital document, Hunter laughed, violently tearing it to pieces and throwing the crumpled ball at her face. He accused her of forging the papers for a bigger payout, warning her that even if the child were his, he would force her to abort it. Minutes later, his phone rang. Audra was on the line, crying that she was pregnant. Hunter's merciless face instantly melted into overwhelming joy, and he softly promised his ex the perfect family she deserved. Watching him cherish another woman's pregnancy while threatening the life of their own child, the twelve years Amelia had loved him turned into a sickening joke. The man standing before her wasn't her husband; he was a monster. Her heart completely dead, Amelia calmly interrupted his tender phone call. "I agree to the divorce, and I'll leave with nothing." The next morning, she signed the papers without hesitation, rejected his fifty-million-dollar severance check, and walked out of his penthouse. While Hunter waged war against his own family to protect a mistress's lies, Amelia touched her flat stomach and prepared to disappear from his life forever./1/112890/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ddadcc385973e76e5f713d0f5b18c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Booth
I was eight months pregnant with triplets, waiting for my husband in his private office. Instead, his "childhood friend" Jaida walked in and threw divorce papers at my pregnant belly. "He doesn't need you anymore. I'm the one who gave him a kidney five years ago, and now he's giving me his family." But I was the one who secretly gave him my kidney. Before I could expose her lie, she pushed me hard against a glass table. I went into premature labor. In the blood-soaked operating room, I heard Jaida give a cold order to the corrupt doctor. "Secure the heirs, whatever the cost to the incubator." They told me my two sons died, leaving only my frail daughter. I barely escaped the burning hospital with her, faking our deaths to survive. Four years later, I took my daughter to a top cardiologist for her rare heart defect, only to run into my ex-husband and Jaida. They had a four-year-old son with them. His name was Jacob—the exact name I had chosen for my "dead" baby. What completely shattered my world was the doctor's secret revelation: their son and my daughter shared an impossible, one-in-ten-million genetic mutation. My sons didn't die in that operating room. Jaida had stolen my baby and my life. I immediately ordered a secret DNA test. This time, I wouldn't just run; I would make them pay for everything they took from me./1/108024/coverorgin.jpg?v=742ef2fc31267ccce40f5935df99689b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Predator In Silk
They killed her once. Now, she's back to collect the debt. Thrown back in time to the single night that shattered her life, Jane King is no longer the powerless charity case of the billionaire Norman family. She's a ghost with a ten-year grudge and a perfect memory of every sin they committed. The timid girl is gone, replaced by a woman with nothing left to lose and a ledger that can only be balanced in ruin. Her audit begins tonight. With the cold precision of a master strategist, she dismantles the heirs, staging their downfall as tragic accidents. But her bloody work doesn't go unnoticed. From a balcony above, the enigmatic and dangerous Hudson Ellison watches the victim become a predator. He's the only one who sees the monster she's become, and he doesn't want to cage it-he wants to crown it. He offers a dangerous alliance and the keys to an empire. But in a game of secrets and lies, when you partner with a wolf, you risk becoming the prey./1/115487/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c330fb823796c715b9b3d7da6d91dad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage
For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river. But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire. I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred. He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach. "Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me. To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage. I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over. I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor? "Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness." He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back. Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash. That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark./1/108025/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f171f6f70774540d29add80f59ae093&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Pregnant Genius: No Escape
I spent six years as a "shadow asset" for the Holmes family, a brilliant scholar living in a cramped Queens apartment on a secret scholarship. I was their silent investment, a ghost in their machine, until the day a fluorescent orange eviction notice appeared on my door. The legal documents from Holmes Holdings were brutal. They were terminating my sponsorship and demanding immediate repayment of every cent of my tuition. The reason was buried in the fine print: a moral turpitude clause. I was pregnant with a Holmes heir, and in their world, that made me a liability that needed to be erased. Ingram Holmes, the family’s cold-blooded CEO, didn't see a woman; he saw a line item on a balance sheet. He offered me a million dollars to disappear, abort the child, and sign away my existence. He had me escorted to a private clinic like a criminal, ready to finalize my erasure. But the plan shattered when his grandmother, the matriarch of the family, collapsed in a sudden cardiac arrest. As the doctors failed, I stepped out of the shadows. I diagnosed the toxicity they couldn't see and brought her back from the brink of death. I wasn't the helpless charity case they expected. I was a genius who knew their medical secrets better than their own surgeons. "Who are you?" Ingram growled, pinning me against a desk in his frozen office. I didn't blink. I had just secured the family's ancient signet ring and a seat at their table. Now, I’m living in his manor, sharing his bed, and holding the keys to the vault that contains their darkest sins. "I'm the problem you can't afford to solve," I whispered. The game has changed. I’m no longer the asset—I’m the hunter./1/104781/coverorgin.jpg?v=52ce1edd8a489a6db36fb8ceeb0023db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blood Bag's Billion-Dollar Revenge
I was in the kitchen of the Vance mansion, slicing black truffles worth more than my car while my mother-in-law, Victoria, mocked my "backwoods" origins. My back throbbed from standing for six hours, and my head spun from the chronic anemia I’d developed since marrying into this family. Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a call from my husband, Julian. He didn't ask if I was okay or if I’d eaten; he simply ordered me to get to the hospital because his "fragile" friend Caroline needed another emergency blood transfusion. "Her hemoglobin is low, Seraphina. Get to St. Luke's now." I looked down at my left arm, which was a roadmap of bruises and needle marks hidden beneath my sweater. When I tried to tell him that the medical guidelines forbade donating again so soon, Julian’s voice turned dangerous. "I don't care about guidelines. She’s in crisis, and your anemia is manageable. Are you really going to be this selfish after the life we gave you?" Seconds later, a photo arrived from an unknown number. It showed Julian sitting on Caroline’s hospital bed, tenderly feeding her apples. The text underneath was a visceral slap in the face: "He wouldn't even eat dinner with you, but he's feeding me. Thanks for the refill, blood bag." At that moment, something inside me finally snapped. I realized that to the Vances, I wasn't a wife or even a human being—I was a biological spare part, a servant they kept around only to be drained dry for a woman who was faking her illness. I untied my apron, dropped it into the trash, and walked past a screaming Victoria toward the front door. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number I had been forbidden to contact since my wedding day. "Mr. Henderson, it's Seraphina Sterling. Prepare the divorce papers. And if they contest it... burn their entire empire to the ground."/0/45407/coverorgin.jpg?v=769658f617b0af72fdc1af2eb7cfa17c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Strange Love: My Wife Is My Sworn Enemy
Caroline was known to be the brain behind the downfall of the Patel family. She fled abroad for many years and then returned out of the blue. One night, Rafael Patel accosted her in a public place and pressed her against the wall. His eyes were filled with aggression. "When did I give you permission to do that?" "Let me go! Rumors will spread if people find us like this. Behave yourself. I don't owe you shit!" she coldly uttered, trying to struggle. The next day, all the influential figures in the city received a stern warning. "Gossip about Mrs. Patel will no longer be tolerated. Anyone found guilty will be dealt with!" Everyone who was waiting for Caroline's downfall was dumbfounded. Since when did she become Mrs. Patel? Why did Rafael marry his family's sworn enemy?/0/93750/coverorgin.jpg?v=5791b8774b19bc771d82bf5a33f53b40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dazzling Queen Unmasked: She Was Never Ordinary
Three years into marriage, Brett's past love returned from overseas. Without warning, Caylee received divorce papers. "I've treated you fairly, Caylee. You're too cruel to stay as my wife. Please leave," Brett said. She signed the papers and walked away, knowing her debt for Brett's help was already paid. After that, she entered high society and amazed everyone with her hidden identity. Months later, Brett called in tears, only to hear wedding music. A man replied, "My wife's pregnant. Just move on." Then Caylee's gentle voice came through. "Honey, the wedding is starting. Who is that?" He kissed her. "Just a wrong number."/0/17829/coverorgin.jpg?v=21d69e22949e0d699bdb81475602dba8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
