Modern Books for Women
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The Lost Heiress Returned: Stay With Me, My Two-Faced Goddess
Following twenty years away from home, Cathleen returned expecting family, but all she received was contempt. Her parents sneered, "You may share our blood, but someone as exceptional as your sister is the only one fit to be our daughter." Her brother scoffed, "Ashley is my only sister. Get out of here, you country bumpkin!" Her so-called sister put on a sugary smile. "You won't mind if I borrow your fiancé, will you?" Cathleen stayed unshaken and walked into a contract marriage with Matthew, who believed he had married a useless woman. Then her masks fell one by one-divine doctor, underground boxing queen, elite hacker, phantom racer, AI genius, and powerful heiress. Even the comics his sister adored, and the only voice that could ever lull him to sleep, belonged to her. Matthew pinned her wrists down, his dark gaze locking onto her. "Just how many secrets are you keeping from me?" Cathleen flipped his hold, her smile calm. "The contract ends tomorrow. Remember to get the divorce." He grinned, "Absolutely not. Not now, not ever."/1/124670/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a04ac30f7170d2d92598f1c6e1aed0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped By A Hockey Star, Crowned By A Secret Prince
Cathryn's fiancé promised to marry her if he became hockey world champion, but three times, he abandoned the competition for another woman. Done with his betrayal, she left him, only for a wager to force her into marrying the first man she encountered-a homeless stranger beside a trash bin. Everyone expected Cathryn to regret it. Instead, she became a global sensation and reclaimed her place among the elite, pampered by her three powerful brothers. Then her "homeless" husband arrived with royal guards and revealed the truth. "I've been your bodyguard husband for three years. Now, it's your turn to be my queen."/1/116354/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cc76d3df4dac035aa2af73d878a096b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Ex? I'm The Lost Heiress
I sat in the corner booth of a high-end restaurant, clutching a velvet-wrapped box to celebrate the multi-million dollar funding I had just secured for our company. My boyfriend, Wayne, finally walked in forty-five minutes late, but he wasn't alone. My best friend Jessica was clinging to his arm, her hand resting protectively over a twelve-week baby bump. "We’re breaking up, Lana," Wayne said, refusing to even look at me. "Jessica fits the image of a CEO’s wife better. Investors want pedigree, and your orphan background is a liability for the IPO." When I refused to hand over my patents for a measly severance check, the betrayal turned physical. His mother called me a "gutter rat" and threw a bowl of scalding soup onto my neck, while Wayne threatened to sue me for corporate espionage to ruin my reputation. They threw me out of the apartment I helped pay for, laughing as I stood on the sidewalk with nothing but a duffel bag and a burned shoulder. I couldn't wrap my head around the cruelty. How could the man I built a pharmaceutical empire for treat me like a disposable parasite? Did they honestly believe I was a nameless nobody they could just erase after stealing my life’s work? But as Wayne stepped out to mock me one last time, a fleet of silver Rolls Royces pulled up to the curb, boxing in his car and stopping traffic. A man in white gloves stepped out and bowed deeply toward me. "Welcome home, Miss Delacroix," he said, his voice echoing across the street. "Your parents have been waiting twenty years for this moment." Wayne watched in frozen horror as I stepped into the luxury car, finally realizing that the "orphan" he had just discarded was actually the long-lost heir to the most powerful family in the country./1/123299/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c64f142b0fc00b9fb968bf1945c087f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hideous Wife Is A Billion-Dollar Princess
Leyla sacrificed her face to save Kristopher, only to endure three years of humiliation in a loveless marriage. Her last hope died when she learned the "vitamins" he gave her were contraceptives-and watched him lavish money on his returning first love. She demanded a divorce and walked away with nothing. Then her true identity stunned everyone: she was the cherished daughter of a royal-level dynasty, backed by three powerful brothers. On the very first day of her divorce, a limo picked her up. her second brother had worked his magic-her scarred face was restored to its former radiance. And at the first banquet she attended, she made such a stunning entrance that jaws dropped across the room. As for her ex-husband-the one who'd never given her a second glance-he was completely blindsided. For the first time in his life, Kristopher felt the sharp bite of regret. Now, he was desperate to win her back./0/42077/coverorgin.jpg?v=e78a9ac5934da291f605c01af36b4310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scars Of A Broken Bond
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do.../1/109474/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2bb4eb001507a81a4aca1f317d85db4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Disposable Wife: He Married A Nobody? Think Again
In the third year of marriage, she uncovered a cruel truth-her husband had treated her as nothing more than a pawn in his medical research. Their union was a sham, and his real wife was his childhood sweetheart all along. Evelyn walked away without hesitation. Soon after, she learned she was the daughter of the nation's richest man-and had unknowingly married the continent's most powerful tycoon. Her ex waited for her to beg, only to discover her new status and rising influence. As he pleaded in regret, her new husband pulled her close and declared, "She's mine now."/1/126269/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded28f6da82a800e1fd380c2232bb4b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession
I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway. Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree. Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away. "Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors." We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother. Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own. When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning. I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door. But I wouldn't just be a broken victim. I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying./1/118197/coverorgin.jpg?v=388319119d208de2bff08a0becac76b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sent Me To Jail? Now Watch Me Crush Them
Daniela thought finding her wealthy birth family would give her a future. Instead, they fed her to prison for their precious adopted daughter's hit-and-run. Five years later, scarred but unbroken, she walked free-only to be humiliated by the fiancé who had chosen her sister, the parents who called her pain dramatic, and the brothers who warned her not to disturb their princess. Daniela cut them off before the world and rose on her own. When they finally begged forgiveness, she only smiled. "Do I know you?" The ruthless magnate pulled her into his arms. "Anyone who had hurt my wife will pay."/1/119563/coverorgin.jpg?v=e09ea0b754ae49bc91f2f616b1274c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire
I was six months pregnant with twins, excitedly waiting for my husband to come home. But instead of sharing my joy, he threw a divorce agreement on the coffee table. He coldly called our marriage a mere transaction, mocking my trailer-park origins and claiming my children didn't deserve his wealthy family's name. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his mistress walked into our home. She deliberately threw herself backward down the stairs, screaming that I had pushed her. My husband didn't hesitate. He rushed to her side, looking at me with pure, murderous loathing. "You are the most vicious creature I have ever met." The sheer cruelty of his betrayal struck me like a physical blow, and a massive hemorrhage buckled my knees. As a pool of crimson blood spread across the pristine marble, I reached out, begging him to save our babies. But he just scooped up his mistress—who only had a sprained ankle—and walked right past my bleeding body without looking back. I was pronounced dead in that cold hospital, taking my unborn children with me. Why was my devotion repaid with such callous abandonment? How could he let his own flesh and blood die for a liar's fake tears? Five years later, I returned, no longer the helpless, discarded wife. I was now a legendary hacker, a miracle surgeon, and a rising Hollywood star, with my two genius sons alive and thriving by my side. When my ex-husband finally tracked me down, pinning me against a wall with desperate, bloodshot eyes, I simply offered a polite smile. "Sir, I believe you have mistaken me for someone else."/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."/0/32935/coverorgin.jpg?v=b33a031a6e6d23fe3afbc133a01ae3ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning Back The Heart Of My Cool Ex-wife
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?/1/119541/coverorgin.jpg?v=050aef16a6eb82931c1d38f7a4d57b75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride
The hospital's final notice cut through my life like a razor, demanding a fortune I didn't have to keep my mother alive. I was desperate, clinging to the hope that my boyfriend, Branson, would finally step up and marry me to secure our future. When I rushed to his hotel suite, desperate for his support, a man pulled me into the darkness. I thought it was Branson, but the rough, possessive touch and the stranger’s scent told a different story. I was trapped in a haze of panic and exhaustion, surrendering to a force that wasn't the man I loved. The next morning, I woke up alone to a cold text message: Branson had left for an emergency meeting. The horrifying realization hit me like a physical blow—I had been betrayed, used, and violated by a stranger while my supposed partner was nowhere to be found. When I finally confronted Branson at his club, he laughed at the idea of marrying me, calling me a pathetic "placeholder" and a "money furnace" while he waited for his ex to return. My world shattered into a thousand pieces. How could three years of devotion turn into such a cruel, calculated lie? I walked away, but I couldn't let my mother die. I needed a husband, and I needed one now. I turned to a stranger, a powerful executive named Julian Sinclair, and offered him a transaction: a marriage of convenience in exchange for my mother’s life. He didn't ask for love, only for me to play the part of his wife. I signed the contract, never realizing that my new husband was the man who had just bought my entire company—and that our dangerous game was only just beginning./1/123742/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ab91bb91d376bab5ea455b161521ead&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold by My Family, Married to a Billionaire
Mia woke up in a stranger's luxurious hotel bed with a splitting headache and a blank memory. The only clue to her ruined night was a sleek black business card left on the nightstand: Julian Carlisle. But before she could process the betrayal, a frantic call from her mother dragged her back to a living nightmare. When she rushed home, a vicious loan shark was sitting in her living room. Her brother had gambled away half a million dollars. The loan shark looked Mia up and down like a piece of meat and offered a sick deal. "Marry me, and the debt is cleared." Mia expected her family to fight for her. Instead, her mother's eyes lit up with greed, and her brother begged her to agree. They were perfectly willing to sell her to a monster just to save their own skins. As if that wasn't enough, her phone rang again. It was the preschool director. Her best friend Audrey—the one who kept pushing drinks on her last night—had lied, stolen her promotion, and taken her job. In less than twenty-four hours, her best friend had drugged and replaced her, and her own flesh and blood had put a price tag on her life. Looking at the greedy, expectant faces of her family, Mia's heart turned to ice. She pulled out the black business card from her pocket and dialed the stranger's number. "I need half a million dollars." She gripped the phone, ready to make a deal with the devil./1/125402/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1845ffa122c6e6e8ac09ad9dbef5a87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mistaken Night: I'm Carrying My Ex‑Fiancé's Uncle's Baby
After her boyfriend of seven years abandoned her, Nicole pursued his fiancée's powerful uncle. "Marry me, doctor. You can examine me whenever you want," she teased. He rejected her without hesitation, and every attempt to seduce him earned a cold refusal. Eventually, she gave up and agreed to marry someone else. But on her wedding day, the aloof doctor stormed into her dressing room, furious that she'd chosen another man. "You rejected me first. Am I not allowed to marry someone else?" The man's eyes blazed with fury. "Fine. You want me to examine you? Let's do it right now." Everyone claimed Nicole'd married beyond her reach, but only he knew how much pride he'd sacrificed to win her love. That night, his hands found her waist and held on tight, his lips finding hers over and over, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of her./1/105392/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d6814d8df6f4fef3cadc44ba1e30429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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."/0/65241/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bc37d050fc0618f6dac9cabaff64439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Husband Had A Double Life?!
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan's true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again.../0/68793/coverorgin.jpg?v=49f56ea99e7d9ac4bb0a16b6ed967a4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage./0/91370/coverorgin.jpg?v=d87ed4719f6d2018011f127bb9d9e974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Life, Second Love: Married To My Savior
Once, Sabrina trusted the wrong man and paid for it with her life, dragging down the only person who ever tried to help her. Fate offered her a rare reset, and this time, she pledged herself to Theo-the savior she had overlooked before. A partnership for convenience blossomed into something fierce, with Theo showing her tenderness she never expected. Revenge became her mission while he quietly shielded her. When their pact neared its end, Theo blocked her exit, whispering, "You're leaving me?" She faltered. "Maybe one more year." Yet soon, a baby was on the way. What the hell? That wasn't the deal!/1/104682/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e904d5b853b4af63d26ece556d7223c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife
I arrived at my uncle’s mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian’s stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian’s sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast./1/112907/coverorgin.jpg?v=9400efc40940500a3de3030c731b55f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
