Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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After Leaving, Her Three Brothers Beg For Forgiveness
Kathryn was the true daughter, but Jolene stole her life and set her up for ruin. After a brutal kidnapping scheme, Kathryn's loyalty to her brothers and fiancé was met with cruel betrayal. Narrowly escaping, she chose to cut all ties and never forgive them. Then she shocked the world: the miracle doctor for the elite, a top-tier hacker, a financial mastermind, and now the untouchable star her family could only watch from afar. Her brothers begged, her parents pleaded, her ex wanted her back-Kathryn exposed them all. The world gasped as the richest man confessed his love for her./1/125181/coverorgin.jpg?v=a63a54bdf334825a9b32d29e5bf657db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
While I Was Dying, He Watched Fireworks With Her
Ashley's heart gave out while her husband watched fireworks with his mistress. For five years, she had poured everything into their marriage, working herself ragged for a man who saw her as little more than a live-in maid. Only when death nearly claimed her did the truth finally hit. Remembering who she used to be, Ashley returned once again as an untouchable heiress, conquered high society, and left the powerful scrambling for her favor. Even her remorseful ex dropped to his knees. Then a cold, commanding man pulled her against him and swept the crowd with an icy stare. "She's mine."/0/47560/coverorgin.jpg?v=0aa89923493276d668a57f0b2e66118c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For My Prisoner Wife
Kolton was forced to marry a disobedient young woman. He didn't like her. "In two years, we must get divorced." Two years rolled by. It was time for them to get divorced. Surprisingly, Kolton refused to let Valentina go. Valentina secretly asked someone to handle the divorce proceedings for her. Kolton got wind of it, and he warned, "Anyone who comes in here won't make it out alive. You must never step foot out of this house. If you do, I'll break your legs!" Valentina felt so helpless and she cried. Kolton pulled her into his arms. "Be good. Just do as I say. We won't divorce. Let's have a baby to keep you company."/1/117308/coverorgin.jpg?v=6228dc0f52019e6c456b509a96a75507&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sir, She's Dead And Will Never Return
Seraphina had loved Damien through three years of marriage, yet she could never outshine the first love Bianca he had cherished in his heart for a full decade. On the very day she was diagnosed with gastric cancer, he was by Bianca's side, accompanying their son for a medical checkup. She made no scene, no fuss, simply took the divorce papers and left quietly - only to be met with far crueler retaliation. She finally learned the truth: he had married her solely to avenge his sister. While she was wasting away from her fatal illness, he gripped her chin cold-heartedly and sneered, "This is what your father owes me." Before long, her family was utterly destroyed. Her father was left a vegetative state. With nothing left to live for, Seraphina jumped from a high building. "The life my father owed you... I've paid it back in full." The always poised, arrogant Damien dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and frantic. Over and over again, he begged brokenly for her to come back to him./1/123566/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1f7cd140937c88dcfb347f5b099b7a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Strings Attached: Trapped By My One Night Lover
After discovering her husband's affair, Isabella got drunk and made the wildest mistake of her life. She spent the night with a man she believed was a prostitute, expecting never to see him again. Yet by morning, she found him in a presidential suite, dressed in a suit and commanding everyone around him. "So... you're not a hooker?" she stammered. A faint smile played on his lips. "When did I ever say I was?" Isabella's mind went blank, stunned and unable to process what she was hearing. All she wanted to do was escape. But the billionaire had no intention of letting her go. Wealthy, powerful, and dangerously possessive, he even took charge of her divorce. As he fought to free her from her worthless husband, Isabella began to wonder if falling into this charming man's trap was truly a mistake./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?/1/103879/coverorgin.jpg?v=393cc01b8637d0242c4b46677b90e13e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Marriage Was A Lie, Her Happy Ending Wasn't
Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company. But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along. When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend." Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival. When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate. "She's already married—to me."/0/97743/coverorgin.jpg?v=b39caac1815018b4389eb67c9454b17c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"/1/115439/coverorgin.jpg?v=1cd45255db11337bbbbc7c4963a87685&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius
For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert. But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle. My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly. "Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom." Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair. When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago. A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed. "Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield." Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar. My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair. For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder. My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife. But he forgot who he was dealing with. As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos. I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile. "Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."/1/124935/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ca1ae6142df27324d83b26c201fd617&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cheated by My Husband, Wed His Ruthless Mafia Brother
Breaking up with Paul was supposed to free me from the Bradley family and its endless power struggles. Instead, one unexpected night landed me beside his older brother, the man who held the entire family in his grasp. Despite his intimidating status, he treated me gently and even helped protect my hidden identity. I thought our relationship would remain simple until my cheating ex returned, kneeling and begging for another chance. That was when his brother's possessive side finally surfaced. Pulling me close, he looked at Paul coldly. "Let him know who you belong to now."/0/97058/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d8c5a5d1d3f8aed379d9f46bd92fca6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My New Husband Is Too Dangerous To Love!
Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin./1/111192/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d9fc9eeba15c4428102ed851e26aa70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lone Daughter of Martyrs: Her Glory Blooms After Divorce
On the day my parents' ashes were being returned from overseas, I waited for my husband of five years, Domenic, to go to the military base with me. He was the only family I had left. He never showed. His assistant called with an "emergency"-his mistress's mother had twisted her ankle. This was the same man who had given my mother's ruby necklace to that woman, calling it "outdated trash." The same man who, when I brought my parents' urns home, sided with his mother when she called them "disgusting" and ordered the maids to throw them in the basement. "Take that box and get out," he told me. "Do not come back until you are ready to apologize to my mother." He didn't care that the box held the remains of two national heroes. He didn't care that I was their daughter. I finally understood he never saw me as his wife; he saw me as a stray he'd picked up, a pet he could discard. But he made a fatal mistake. The "penniless orphan" he married was a decorated Delta Force veteran and the secret architect of his entire ten-billion-dollar company. He thought he was throwing away a problem. He was about to find out he had just declared war on the woman who held his entire empire in the palm of her hand./1/111417/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ddebfe15948283d4650fdac200c7fd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real. That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment." He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger. "Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch. He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered. I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting. My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed. He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."/1/121815/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a6be4047c5db0d9e9c0162af8d03d58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Crowned: She's Now Her Own Queen
In her last life, Chelsey had been betrayed by the two people she trusted the most: her fiancé and her closest friend. Together, they conspired to destroy her. In the end, she died a humiliating death, stripped of all dignity. But fate gave her a second chance. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself reborn as another woman. Yet, the first person she saw in this new life was someone determined to end her-a man who happened to be her husband. Eventually, she got divorced and walked away without looking back. She became the laughingstock of the entire city, branded as nothing more than a disgrace. But little did they know, she was about to make a stunning comeback as a dazzling CEO. She crushed the cheaters, achieving unimaginable success in her career. Even her romantic life seemed blessed with extraordinary fortune. Even her ex-husband pursued her desperately. "Come back to me," he demanded. But she met his gaze with indifference. The Chelsey he'd known no longer existed. And she had no intention of ever going back to this toxic man./1/107844/coverorgin.jpg?v=373fef407ba575864060c53c12b2887b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Acceptable Service: Tipping The Ruthless Billionaire
I woke up in a penthouse suite at the Pierre with a hangover from hell and a naked man who looked like he'd been carved from marble. Thinking he was a high-end escort I couldn't afford, I left my last hundred dollars and a petty note on the nightstand. "Service was acceptable. Keep the change." But when I rushed home to check on my dying father, I found the locks changed and my boyfriend, Chad, draped over my stepsister on the landing. My stepmother, Meredith, didn't even look up from her coffee as she handed me a legal folder. She told me to sign away my inheritance or she'd stop paying for my father's life support. The hospital called seconds later, demanding fifty thousand dollars by the end of the day, or they'd pull the plug. Meredith had already arranged my "payment": a dinner with Boris Gorsky, a predator who collected young women like trophies. I was being sold to a monster to keep my father alive, standing in a thrift-store dress while my family laughed at my ruin. I didn't understand how my life had collapsed in twelve hours, or how my own blood could put a price tag on a man's life. I sat at that restaurant trembling, waiting for the man who would buy my soul. Then the man from the hotel walked in. It wasn't Gorsky; it was August Sanders, the billionaire CEO of a media empire, and he was holding my hundred-dollar bill. He didn't want an apology; he wanted a contract wife for a year. He slid a confirmation for a five-hundred-thousand-dollar hospital deposit across the table and handed me a fountain pen. "Welcome to the firm, Mrs. Sanders." I signed the paper with a shaking hand, knowing I was trading my freedom for my father's life. But as August handed me his black card, I realized I finally had the weapon I needed to destroy the people who thought I was nothing./1/107764/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1773e32f3e2d10948f2013298d543bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind
I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"-the legendary financial ghost-really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family's legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world./1/112941/coverorgin.jpg?v=17e08b95be9e3ce8d142323bd5bd8373&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Who Erased Her Billionaire Ex
For three years, I lived in the shadow of Axel Carroll, playing the part of the devoted girlfriend while serving as his high-end errand runner. I thought we were building a life together, but tonight, the truth hit me with the force of a wrecking ball. I showed up at his private club, soaking wet and clutching the suit he’d demanded I deliver, only to find him lounging with the woman he truly wanted. As he draped his arms around the new heiress, he looked at me not with love, but with the cold, bored irritation one reserves for a fly buzzing around the dinner table. He didn't even apologize. Instead, he signaled for his friend to call security and told me he was "done" with his little charity project. He offered me a payoff, expecting me to fall to my knees in tears, begging for a scrap of the affection I’d spent years trying to earn. Everyone in that room—his sycophantic friends and his new lover—waited for the show, waiting for the pauper to break down in front of the prince. I stood there, feeling the iron cage I’d built around my own heart finally click open. I didn't feel the sting of humiliation or the heat of anger; I just felt incredibly, painfully stupid for ever believing a man who only understood transactions could ever understand love. I didn't give them the tragedy they wanted. I walked out, erased every trace of him from my life, and realized that while he thought he was holding all the cards, I had been holding the lens. I had spent three years capturing the rot behind his golden life, and it was finally time to show the world the truth./1/107088/coverorgin.jpg?v=af2fa70d0d86c4278082adb9c6f1db99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: After 99 Divorces
I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together. "Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage. Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets. As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore. I never fought back. I just let them destroy me. Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations. The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began. The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far./1/114003/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9f9048a34e5274a5639377bb7c955a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
