Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Phantom Heiress: His Secret Obsession
After eighteen years, I finally returned to the billionaire Warren family, only to be treated like uneducated, rust-belt trash. My stepmother shoved me into a freezing, windowless room, and my half-sister Kelly bought me an $89 plastic dress to humiliate me at the family's high-society gala. When her petty bullying failed, Kelly took it a step further. Standing at the top of the grand marble staircase, she grabbed my wrist, screamed, and intentionally threw herself down the steps in front of hundreds of elite guests. Lying in a pool of her own blood, she pointed a trembling finger at me. "She pushed me! Corrie tried to kill me!" The entire ballroom erupted in disgust. The guests called me a psychopath. My biological father, purple with rage, raised his hand to strike me, while my stepmother hid a victorious smirk behind her fake tears. They thought they had perfectly framed the feral country bumpkin. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. They didn't know I was "Night God," the dark web's most legendary underground surgeon and hacker, currently being hunted by New York's most ruthless billionaire. I didn't panic. I didn't cry. I calmly pulled out my heavily encrypted phone and projected a crystal-clear, un-hackable security feed onto the ballroom's massive LED screen. "Let's see the replay," I said. Watching the color drain from their faces was just the beginning. I was going to tear this entire toxic family apart to find out who really burned my mother alive./1/104074/coverorgin.jpg?v=59ccc78ddb0f0aed2eeefc9ab97e21ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love He Destroyed, My New Power
After seven years together, I told my boyfriend, Jaxon, I was pregnant. I thought it was the beginning of our forever. Instead, I found him at my prenatal clinic, comforting his secret, pregnant wife. He called our life a lie, a "business arrangement." His family beat me, humiliated me, and locked me in a dusty attic with rats for a month, leaving me to starve while he took his wife to her appointments. He promised me a future, a family, but chose to protect her and abandon our child. I was just an inconvenience to be discarded. So when they finally dragged me to the hospital, I made a choice. I waited for him to arrive after the procedure, his face full of fake concern. He saw the blood-stained sheets and his face crumbled. "What... what have you done?" he stammered. I smiled, my voice as cold and empty as my womb. "I got rid of it, Jaxon. I aborted your baby."/1/123541/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0d20a982b57c1247ae56c0b2595997e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Marriage? The Billionaire Heiress Has A Thousand Faces
Kylee discovered that her marriage was fake and her husband was already married to someone else. She had been used as a pawn from the very beginning. Worse yet, he had secretly drugged her, causing irreversible harm to her fertility system, and even expected her to raise he and his mistress' child! Reclaiming her billion-dollar inheritance, she walked away without looking back. But fate had other plans—her father's will came with one condition: she had to marry a disabled man?! On her wedding night, Zachary, the so-called "disable" man pinned her down. "Need me to show you how a wedding night works, darling?" She had already inherited billions. Why let a man call the shots? Not a chance! With a cold sneer, Kylee kicked him off the bed and escaped. But Zachary found her anyway, pulling her into his arms. "Didn't I warn you? Run away, and you'll pay for it with the rest of your life."/1/105372/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260205105115&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Invisible Ex-Wife's Rebellion: Now She Owns The Stage
Kendra spent five years as Jaycob's wife in name only, never able to melt his cold heart. Disheartened, she finally chose divorce, freeing him for another woman who seemed to be everything he wanted. Afterward, Kendra reignited her passion for dance and became a captivating star, admired by all, while Jaycob's regret grew so deep he would trade away fame and fortune just to win her back. But Kendra was no longer the woman who sacrificed her dreams for love. Now, at her side stood Kristopher-Jaycob's half-brother-who pulled her close and said with certainty, "She's no longer yours to claim."/1/120297/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e9ded684f63664e7ffd73d9684e713c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Rival
I sat alone on a hard wooden bench in the City Clerk's Office, smoothing the white silk of my wedding dress. It was 10:00 AM, the exact moment I was supposed to marry Arland Rhodes. But Arland never showed up. Instead, a breaking news alert flashed on my phone, showing a high-resolution photo of my fiancé at the airport, tenderly cradling his "first love," Emilie Blackburn, in his arms. Seven years of my life were erased in a single paparazzi shot. When I finally saw him, he didn't apologize; he just said Emilie had a panic attack and needed him. My own mother called me a humiliation to the family reputation, and Arland's assistant tried to buy my silence with a pink diamond necklace. That night, Arland moved Emilie into our penthouse, telling me to be "reasonable" because she had security issues. "It's just logistics, Isolde. Don't make this into something it isn't." He thought I was the perfect, drama-free partner who would wait forever. He didn't notice when I began systematically dismantling our life, replacing my priceless antiques with cheap replicas and liquidating my shares in his company. He was too busy playing hero to a woman who faked heart palpitations every time he looked at me. He truly believed he could fix a lifetime of neglect with a "do-over" date and a silver convertible he had actually ordered for her. I realized then that Arland didn't love me; he loved that I was convenient. I had spent seven years building a life on a foundation of sand, and I was done being the silent, understanding fiancée. On the morning he finally showed up at City Hall to "make it up to me," I was nowhere to be found. I had already coerced fifteen million dollars out of him as a "security fee" and signed a marriage contract with his most ruthless rival, Esequiel Stone. As Arland stood at the altar waiting for a bride who would never come, I was boarding a private jet to the Capital. The hunt had officially begun, and this time, I wasn't the prey./1/126786/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb90a09c7a93c110df3b70c2a1b847e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Chubby Bride's Glow Up
A year ago, Ashley was a fat and ugly girl betrayed by her stepmother and stepsister, who drugged her and forced her into a night with a stranger. She watched her mother, her only support, get murdered before her eyes. After a year of hard work, she returned transformed, shedding not just the weight, but also the scars of her past. Her goal? To win over the man her stepsister had been desperately scheming to marry-Connor, the richest man in town, and seek revenge. Their secret marriage came with three rules: no feelings, separate rooms, and she would leave when his true love returned. Ashley agreed, but when revenge ended, Connor refused to let her go. "There was never anyone else. You were always the one I loved."/1/133924/coverorgin.jpg?v=b86eaace020d2b52a6316032518b1854&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Replacing A Shadow With My True Billionaire
For five whole years, I broke myself to pieces on motocross tracks, all to chase Chaim Barrett's obsession with extreme sports. But on the very night I won my race, he sat in a VIP booth and read my viral romance novel aloud to everyone—every humiliating page of my one-sided devotion to him. "Aislinn, I've only ever seen you as a little sister. Where did this filthy little mind of yours come from?" My injured skin was still bleeding, while Chaim and his new fling made a joke of my pain, mocking everything I'd ever done. They all believed I loved Chaim deeply. But no one knew that every time I looked into his eyes, I was really seeing the boy who vanished from my life eight years ago. The moment I saw the replica ring at Chaim's throat—the same ring the boy used to wear—I finally woke up for good: he was not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the man I truly loved. I hurled that black stud earring into the mud, turned my back without hesitation, and never looked back. Because my real first love—the boy who is now a self-made billionaire—was coming home./0/99857/coverorgin.jpg?v=48b678171aa93afcb95183db2b7d3412&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price Of His Twisted Love
Eight years ago, my husband, Greyson, framed me for a car accident that cost me my legs, my parents, and my unborn child. He did it all to protect another woman, his political prodigy friend, Isla. He threw me in prison for three years, using my mother's fragile life as leverage to keep me silent and compliant. I was his puppet, a broken ballerina whose only escape was the phantom ache of a dance I could no longer perform. After I was released, broken and alone, he knelt before me on my comeback stage, confessing everything to a live audience. He admitted he faked the explicit photos that ruined my name and that Isla was the one who hit me with her car. He said he did it all for love, a twisted, possessive love that destroyed everything it touched. But his confession had a price. He had already killed Isla. And as he was sentenced to death, he had one last request: to see me./1/104075/coverorgin.jpg?v=026ea8092ad0de335fa1fcbaaafe02d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Legacy of Lies, A Love Lost
My family called me a cold, controlling workaholic. My husband, my sister, even the brother I raised-they all lived in the architectural empire I built, yet they resented me for it. Then, the doctor gave me a few months to live. But before I could even process my own death sentence, my husband was already asking me to give up my only chance at survival-a spot in a life-saving trial-for my "sick" sister, Cayla. They took everything. My company, my fortune, my home. At a lavish party celebrating my "generosity," my own son looked me in the eye and told me he hated me. They praised my selflessness as they stripped me of my life's work. But I knew Cayla wasn't sick. I knew they were just waiting for me to die. So I smiled and gave them the perfect woman they always wanted. But my real gift wasn't my fortune or my life. It was the truth I left behind, a final act designed to trap them in a prison of guilt they could never escape./0/67088/coverorgin.jpg?v=1040fccc137a17c7b42b5e6f6898f4d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chilled Hearts- Love Unthawed
Dr. Aavya, a sharp forensic doctor, finds her world shattered when her partner and close colleague, Detective Kim TaeJoon , is critically injured in a mysterious accident that leaves him in a coma. What follows is a ruthless game of revenge and unexpected connection. Kim SeoJoon, a powerful CEO and TaeJoon's brother, is consumed by grief and suspicion. Believing Aavya might be connected to his brother's near-fatal incident, he devises a calculated plan of retribution. Using his corporate influence and carefully manufactured scandal, SeoJoon forces her into a contract marriage, trapping her in a relationship built on manipulation and pain. "Chilled Hearts - Love Unthawed" is a gripping tale of revenge, unexpected romance, and the complex path to redemption-where love emerges from the coldest of circumstances and the truth has the power to heal the deepest wounds./0/81364/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251031190920&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phoenix Heiress: A Second Chance at Vengeance
My life ended with my own brother' s hands pressed tight around my neck. Ethan, obsessed with our stepsister, Sophia, saw me as the monster, believing her every manipulative word. He was going to make my death look like a suicide, all to give her my share of the family fortune. The world faded to black. But then, I woke up. To screaming. To gunshots. I was back, reborn into that same, horrific nightmare: our home under invasion, my mother already bleeding out, just like before. I knew what I had to do. I fought to save her, racing against time, only to be met by my fiancé, Liam. Instead of aid, he spouted Ethan' s cruel lies, accusing me of arson and a "psychotic episode." He dismissed my critically injured mother as an "actress," trying to have me arrested for a fabricated crime. The man I loved believed them over the horrifying truth right before his eyes. How could these blatant deceptions hold such sway? Why were they all so blind to Sophia' s true nature, so quick to believe I was deranged? This wasn't just jealousy; something far more twisted was at play. This time, I wouldn't let history repeat itself. I would uncover the true architect of this chaos and reclaim my life./1/126787/coverorgin.jpg?v=961c010827f76d673d31e8d1ebe5f71d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected 99 Times, Chosen By The Mafia Don
During our six-year relationship, Lucas called off our wedding 99 times, and every cancellation somehow led back to Bella, his first love. He abandoned me at the altar, left me humiliated before our guests. Each time, he promised the next ceremony would be perfect. But after years of being chosen second, I finally understood there would be no hundredth wedding. This time, I walked away for good and left Lucas free to be with the woman he had always put first, no matter what it cost me./1/106347/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7d3310e30b35a421c325f44d3ebcc40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club. I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life. Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled. The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply. I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget. I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball./1/104076/coverorgin.jpg?v=4069479bfbc1c657df3bce1238a05b38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Sister To Beloved Wife
After our parents died in a plane crash, my brothers were my whole world. That ended the day they brought Francis home-a manipulative liar they treated like a saint while he systematically turned them against me. He framed me for everything, from fake injuries to sabotaging the neuro-linker compound that was my life's work. My brothers always chose his crocodile tears over my truth. "He's in the hospital, Jenna. Thanks to you," Bryan snarled over the phone. They even offered him my childhood bedroom right in front of me, as if I was already a ghost. They had no idea I was about to become one. I had a one-way ticket to Zurich and a contract with their biggest rival, a man who saw my value when my own blood saw a problem. I wasn't just running away-I was taking all of their secrets with me./1/111214/coverorgin.jpg?v=57d7dc288640709775d9f4909d31888a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My secret lover is the CEO
It's common knowledge that Ethan married me only because I look like his first love. Three years of marriage, and he never once slept with me, because he thought it would be a desecration of his first love. On the surface, I was madly in love with him. In reality, I was blowing through his money like crazy and keeping a man on the side. But now there's a problem. The man I've been keeping… how does he look exactly like the richest man in New York? And even have the same name?/0/80716/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193931&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife They Underestimated
I used to be Sarah Jensen, a driven investigative journalist, before David’s political ambition consumed my life. I became the perfect political wife, hosting lavish events and silently managing our home. My own dreams dwindled, replaced by his towering aspirations. The façade finally shattered during a bitter confrontation about his blatant affair with Victoria, my own cousin and his Chief of Staff. In a terrifying moment, my son, Ethan, loyal to his father, physically pushed me. I hit the cold marble floor, a searing pain blooming in my side. David, Victoria, and Ethan simply stepped over me, their faces utterly devoid of concern, as they left for a celebratory dinner. Hours later, at the hospital, I learned the horrifying truth: I’d lost the baby I never knew I was carrying. This savage act, this callous abandonment by my husband, my son, and my family, left me in a state of icy clarity. They chose their image and ambition over my life, over our child. My own parents later dismissed my pain, ready to side with David, even threatening to institutionalize me. How could the people I sacrificed everything for betray me so absolutely? But in that raw, profound despair, something forged within me. Not a collapse, but an unbreakable resolve. They believed I was fractured, powerless. They were gravely mistaken. I harbored years of meticulous records on David’s illicit dealings, a hidden dossier. He’d taught me the game; now, as a journalist reborn, I would play for keeps, exposing every lie and reclaiming my life./0/98561/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7c3a78723f902944a7113d083dfa3fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Healed Her Broken, Brilliant Heart
For seven years, I was his secret. His brilliant, naive Elodie. Last night, he held me and called me his future. Today, his sister, my best friend, showed me the pictures from his engagement party. My life's work, a revolutionary bio-printed kidney, was meant to save his dying fiancée. But then I overheard his real plan. If my research failed, he had a backup. "She's got a nice pair of kidneys," he told his friends. "Perfect match." He'd secretly filmed our most intimate moments, blackmail to force me onto the operating table. I wasn't his love. I was his insurance policy. A spare part. He thought he had me cornered. He underestimated his "naive little scientist." So I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, I'm back, my name on the cover of every scientific journal. And he's about to find out that the woman he tried to butcher is now the one who holds his entire world in her hands./1/127437/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbe798cf1cdf314b89d6568c1de239e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker
I woke up with a shattered rib and memories that weren't mine, transmigrating into the body of Annelise Roman, the abused, hidden daughter of a wealthy family. My new parents were swapping me out for my golden-child sister, Brielle. I was being sold as a human sacrifice to appease the Iron Wraiths, a notorious motorcycle club led by a ruthless, disfigured president. My "brother" Sean had kicked me so hard my ribs snapped, while my parents watched coldly. Brielle pretended to cry while secretly gloating, eventually gifting me a box of shredded maid's rags to humiliate me before I was sent to the wolves. In my past life as an underground trauma surgeon, I had read the biker gang's federal file. They were apex predators, and this arrangement was supposed to be a brutal death sentence. "And don't do anything to embarrass this family further. Brielle has already sacrificed her reputation because of this mess. The least you can do is make yourself useful to those animals." The original Annelise died terrified and broken, starved in an attic while her family wore Prada. They expected me to go quietly, to be the perfect, silent punching bag and bleed out in the desert just to save their precious reputation. But they didn't realize the terrified girl was gone. Before the bikers arrived, I dragged my battered body to my "father's" desk, forced him to sever our legal ties, and extorted a $2.5 million payout. When the towering bikers finally came to collect their property, I walked out with my head held high, ready to conquer this lawless wasteland./0/99859/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0f26f7185884f8db84b2f4cc6462574&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Invisible Girlfriend's New Start
After three years of being the agreeable, invisible girlfriend to my tech CEO boyfriend, Edward, I finally left him. Then Brody Frazier, his charming rival, swept into my life, determined to use me to get under Edward's skin. But at a tech gala, Edward cornered me, publicly declaring his love and flashing a "promise ring" he claimed he'd bought for me weeks ago. He did this right after his high school crush, Jeannette, announced their engagement, and right before he accused me of humiliating him. He insisted his feelings for Jeannette were a "youthful fantasy" and that I was his "anchor," his "stability." He said he loved me. But I remembered the truth. I remembered the small, hand-carved wooden bird he'd once made. A gift he'd had me send to Jeannette years ago, along with a love note he dictated himself. And I knew his desperate confession wasn't love. It was damage control./1/106348/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfdd85cd68ef29c4dbcae8a2558e38f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
