Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Rising From Ashes: The Untouchable Zillionaire Heiress
I was locked in a freezing, bleach-scented asylum basement, my vocal cords ruined and my face chemically melted. My step-sister Seraphina and my ex-lover Ethan walked in, but they didn't come to save me. Seraphina forced a mirror to my face so I could see my own disfigured reflection. "Your shares have been transferred to me," she whispered with a sickening smile. Then she revealed the horrifying truth: she and her mother had orchestrated my mother's death and suffocated my beloved grandfather to steal his inheritance. When I lunged at her in pure agony, Ethan shielded her and delivered a brutal kick to my ribs. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the solid concrete wall with all his might. As my vision swam with dark spots, I couldn't understand why my own father had sold me out to protect his wealth. Why did the man I once loved treat me like a diseased rat while he fed on my family's corpses? With my dying breath, I mentally cursed them to the deepest pits of hell. Opening my eyes again, the blinding light of a crystal chandelier stabbed my pupils. I was standing at my eighteenth birthday gala, unscarred and whole. Seraphina was smiling sweetly, handing me a diamond-encrusted watch secretly implanted with a military-grade GPS tracker. This time, blood would pay for blood./0/20792/coverorgin.jpg?v=83a4bcf731116c2a3ba2aed23e5b4c7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Love With You The Second Time
She was once a statue molded into a human woman, sent to accompany a man the goddess thought she loved. Instead, she suffered a tragic end while being denied the very fate she was commanded to fulfil. Now reincarnated suddenly without her memories into the body of a woman who resembles her entirely, Chu Xin Ran must fulfil the destiny she is reborn for and find out her host's connection with the strange but handsome man who has brought her to hospital, Jing Yue./1/107771/coverorgin.jpg?v=c09d156dd585e23c699731f186792553&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Surprise: Her Secret Twins
I returned to the Reeves estate after five years in exile, not as the rightful heir, but as an outcast. My father had been dead for only a month, and my uncle Julian had already claimed his mahogany desk, his face tight with a greed he no longer bothered to hide. Julian didn't even look up as he slid a check for a hundred thousand dollars across the wood. "A settlement," he sneered. "Sign the waiver, take your bastards, and disappear. We don't want you embarrassing the family name anymore." One hundred thousand dollars for a legacy worth billions—it was an insult designed to draw blood. When my five-year-old twins, Leo and Mia, ran into the room, Julian looked at them with pure disgust, calling them vermin and ordering them out. He threatened that if I didn't sign, I’d be on the street in a week, stripped of the Reeves name and every penny of protection. Even the family lawyer looked away as he helped facilitate my ruin. I tore the check to shreds and walked out into a freezing deluge, shielding my children while the doors of my childhood home slammed shut behind us. I spent years building a secret life as a high-level corporate fixer, yet when I crossed paths with Branson Reeves—the man who shared my son’s eyes—he treated me like a common gold-digger. He outbid me for the "Midnight Orchid" painting, the only piece of evidence that could bring Julian down, mocking my "thrift store" clothes while my children slept in a borrowed guest room. How could they all be so blind? How could a family be so ready to destroy its own blood for the sake of a ledger? I was done hiding in the shadows. When Julian finally launched a hostile takeover to seize the entire empire, I walked into Branson’s penthouse, dropped my "poor niece" facade, and threw a decrypted file onto his desk. "The game is over, Branson. Give me that painting, and I’ll show you exactly how to bury the man who thinks he's already won."/0/80864/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f7b1f5e2b0445c2b76e4453caf5569f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Rewrite: The Heiress's Second Chance
My 21st birthday was supposed to be a joyous occasion, a display of family pride and wealth as I chose my future husband. But a horrifying secret simmered beneath the celebratory facade: I was reliving my life, and this very day, my previous choice of fiancé, Ethan Vanderbilt III, had led to my family’s empire crumbling and their agonizing death in a fiery jet crash. The chilling memory of their screams, the inferno, and the realization that Ethan's charm was nothing but a weapon, clawed at my sanity. How could I possibly explain to my loving, unaware parents that their perfect daughter had already lived a nightmare version of this life, where their trust in me—and my choice—had damned us all? Trapped by a past only I remembered, with the venomous name of Ethan Vanderbilt still lurking on my pre-approved marriage list, I made a radical, desperate decision: I would choose a man entirely outside his orbit, defying fate and claiming my second chance to keep my family safe./0/85870/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a583e14e0c8531d948cadae996a57ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Life, Broken Heart
My name is Ryan Thorne. I was sitting on the cold hospital floor, cradling my son Leo' s lifeless body. He was gone. Killed by a monstrous "therapy" in a sensory deprivation tank. His wide, terrified eyes stared blankly, a permanent mask of horror. On the TV screen, my ex-fiancée, Sophia Hayes, was marrying a man who looked exactly like me: Ryan Thorne. But he wasn't me. He was the imposter, the man Sophia told me was my brother. A searing pain shot through my head, not from the forgotten car crash, but from memories flooding back. My name isn't Ethan Miller. It's Ryan Thorne. The real Ryan Thorne. The man on that screen had stolen my name, my face, my entire life. Five years ago, after the crash, Sophia convinced me I was "Ethan Miller," an architect who needed a kidney. She pointed to the imposter, my long-lost brother, a perfect match for my supposed kidney failure. I gave him my kidney, my identity, my inheritance. Everything. Leo, my sweet, sensitive boy, was the only real thing in that fabricated life. He overheard Sophia and the imposter laughing about their cruel deception. The man he adored wasn't his father. Shattered, Leo collapsed. Sophia, knowing his claustrophobia, locked him in the tank for "therapy." "Dad help. Scared. Dark." His last text. I found Sophia outside, watching her clock. "My son shouldn't be weak and afraid. He needs to get over his issues. Besides, how could therapy kill anyone?" she'd said. I broke in, but it was too late. Leo was gone. Now, as I held him, the full truth crashed down. "Mom," I said, dialing a number I hadn't called in five years. "It's Ryan." "I remember everything," I continued, my gaze fixed on the laughing faces on the TV. "It's time for me to leave." They took my life. They took my son. I would take it all back./1/108397/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260302163930&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Turned to Ash: He Cheated Again, So I Took His Empire
On the third anniversary of our marriage, Adrian Griffin had a new face in his passenger seat. This time, I, Audrey Lawson, didn't storm over to tear them apart. I didn't scream or demand explanations. I simply went home and poured the dinner I had spent the entire afternoon preparing into the trash. The housekeeper tried to stop me. "Mrs. Griffin, you worked all afternoon on those dishes..." I wiped my hands, my voice flat. "It's cold. I don't want it anymore." Not the food. Not the man I had once given up my career to marry. I took out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. Without hesitation, I signed my name-slowly, carefully, stroke by stroke. Then I began packing my things. Clothes. Jewelry. And the honors that were rightfully mine. Adrian had no idea that every award-winning design Griffin Group had received in the past five years had come from my hand. He had built his reputation in the industry on my work. I dialed a number that had lain dormant for three years. "Professor, I'm back." From this day forward, I would reclaim everything that belonged to me./0/24234/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b39faa42057523645ef73ec3461dbb1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Zara's Destiny
Zara Anderson a young beautiful girl who is mysterious to the world tries to avenge her dark past with aid of her brother Zaid Anderson. Finding the slayer, Zara realizes that he is just a henchman of the real felon. During this journey, her encounter with Dustin Walker a cold ruthless CEO leads her to a marriage bond. Without any choice left Zara step into a marriage life for fulfilling her brother's wish. From then Zara the strong women's mysterious background and her past along with her real identity are relived one by one. Eventually, she fell for Dustin deeply./1/116219/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5bbff8415a6d0e7d769f1bb237e2579&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Lawyer's Comeback
I woke up at seventeen again, right on the morning of our college application day. But this time, things were completely off. My boyfriend Kevin and my best friend Jack suddenly announced they were ditching our shared Ivy League dream. "We’re going to apply to State University. Locally. Brittany needs support," Kevin said, avoiding my eyes. Instead of Princeton, they decided to sacrifice their futures to tutor the blonde head cheerleader. They handed over my meticulously organized SAT notes to her and became her full-time academic babysitters. When I refused to play along, Kevin snatched my yearbook and wrote a mocking goodbye, while Jack coldly accused me of being selfish. They paraded her around, genuinely believing my plans to go out of state were just a childish tantrum. In my previous life, when I fell into severe depression after my dad died, they didn't even try to make me smile. Yet now, they were treating me like a villain and throwing away everything we had built, all for a girl who was clearly playing them for fools. Watching them fawn over Brittany's fake tears, the cold knot in my stomach turned into iron resolve. I packed my bags and pulled out my one-way ticket and secret acceptance letter to UC Berkeley. This life was already different, and it was time I made it my own./0/83993/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203436&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Loyalty Becomes Your Weapon
The emergency board meeting was a bloodbath, and I, Ryan Scott, was the designated lamb. Suddenly, my fiancée of six years, Jen, a senior partner and my future wife, threw me under the bus, blaming me for billions in lawsuits and our firm's ruined reputation. Her intern, Caleb, then piled on with a rehearsed lie, claiming I ignored his warnings, while Jen watched, emotionless, as my career and integrity were shredded. For six years, "us" was my world, but in her eyes, I saw only a frantic plea: Just take it. So, I confessed to a mistake I didn't make and resigned, watching my life crumble before my eyes. But they had no idea. As they tried to steal my life's work, my award-winning design, Jen herself sealed her fate with a cold, distant smile. They thought I was useless, broken, but as I tore my blueprints into worthless scraps, a new, colder resolve settled within me. Because I had everything: the recordings of their lies, their betrayal, their plot, thanks to a secret surveillance system I had installed for Mr. Benton. I wasn't useless. I was the ghost who knew exactly how to make them disappear. And I began by accepting a lead architect position at SOM with triple the salary, a one-way ticket out of their pathetic lives./0/91815/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104080349&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Left My Husband To His Sixty-Year-Old Old Flame
At my sixtieth birthday celebration, after I finished my speech, my usually serious husband suddenly burst into tears. Then my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson did the same. Everyone stood up, with tears in their eyes, and walked towards me. Their sudden emotional displays made me a bit uneasy. I wiped the sweat from my hands and raised my arms, hoping to offer a hug. But my husband brushed past me. Then my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson did the same. My husband held onto the hand of the person behind him with his incessantly trembling hands. My son cried out, "Nina!" My daughter-in-law and grandson eagerly suggested they catch up properly. For forty years, I had poured my heart and love into this family, only to be utterly defeated by someone returned who held a special place in my husband's heart. Nina Sanders, the one who had had a relationship with my husband, had developed Alzheimer's. Her memory now regressed to when she was eighteen. She stared at me and asked me who I was. Seeing the family act like they had their worst enemy here, I laughed, "Just an outsider."/0/17977/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220420102501&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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A Steel Mill Daughter's Vengeance
The doorbell rang, a cheerful chime that felt utterly out of place, ushering in my mother-in-law, Eleanor, unannounced. Her unusual warmth and compliments were a warning, a performance leading up to her real ask. Then, over dessert, she dropped the bombshell: a request for a $250,000 "loan" from my disabled father' s settlement to fund my brother-in-law' s extravagant wedding. My father's money was for his life-long medical care, sacrificed from a lifetime in the steel mills. I refused, unleashing years of suppressed anger against her family' s disdain for my working-class roots. But the true betrayal came later, a phone call from a real estate agent asking to schedule a viewing for my house, which my husband, Kevin, had secretly listed for sale. He was planning to liquidate our home, our future, to fund his family' s delusional prestige. The shock, the raw devastation of his betrayal, quickly morphed into a cold, precise fury. He thought I was a naïve, hardworking girl he could easily manipulate. He had no idea I was about to weaponize a secret I had meticulously guarded for our entire marriage: his infertility. I decided, then and there, he would learn what it truly meant to lose everything./1/104956/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1a457fd715761574fdf6f1205754532&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-husband Begged me to Save Him
Cyburris Hospital collapsed, and Director Greg sacrificed his pregnant wife, Ronda, to save his idolized love. Her right hand was crushed, she lost their baby, and he dragged her name through the mud, forcing her to leave with nothing. With an injured hand and a stillborn child, Ronda fled the country overnight. Three years later, she returned as an international authority on neural regeneration, ready to seek revenge with both hands-one to slap faces, the other to perform surgery. Her academic revelations exposed scandals, data breaches shook the foundations, the idolized love's reputation crumbled, and the scoundrel was left paralyzed-a complete crash and burn, all in one go. In the end, she radiated with brilliance at a grand wedding with her ultimate partner, while her ex passed away in solitude in a hospital room./1/101984/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6dec9fd45d7a8f9aca27bd709005ff8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: No Second Chances
My husband, Liam, was the man I literally gave a piece of myself to, a kidney donated to save his life. I loved him with a devotion that ran deeper than blood. But this morning, I discovered the heart beating inside him was now completely unfaithful, and the life I saved had been used to destroy mine. For years, Liam, the empire-builder, was my perfect husband, still making my favorite breakfast. Then his phone buzzed: a text from "Ava Sinclair" – *Can't wait for tonight.* His panicked reaction and cold, fake kiss shattered everything. His betrayal quickly unraveled: late nights, whispered calls, a strange perfume. On our anniversary, he gave Ava the real "Star" necklace, sending me a fake. A hidden photo and ultrasound confirmed it: Liam with Ava and "our baby." He then abandoned me for Ava. Overhearing Liam call me "the brand" and "barren" while I carried his child, I made the agonizing choice to terminate my pregnancy. Hollowed but resolute, I burned with injustice. I had sacrificed a life because of his lies; the man I saved viewed me as a broken asset. When Liam called, oblivious, promising a "real surprise" at his tower, my voice was steel. I would go, not to celebrate, but to walk into the fire and finally be free./0/55053/coverorgin.jpg?v=331cb20bfa0586f7328f4c33c444120d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Who Was Really Born To Be Mine?
Armin Rodríguez Suegra is the only heir among one of the most powerful and rich Nobel listed families worldwide. When he was just three years old, he developed emotions for the breathtaking Seraphina Holland. Armin has given it much thought and decided that his best choice is Seraphina Holland. Armin was hopelessly smitten with Seraphina Holland all his life. Armin claimed Seraphina was meant to be his. Should I not have her, no one else can have her. Armin broke the family and everyone else to marry Seraphina and formally name her Mrs. Rodríguez. Armin's family was disappointed but was unable to inform him a big secret meanwhile. A few years later, to Armin's surprise, a gorgeous royal blood princess graced his life. But the shocking Truth was the royal princess was his real wife. Armin found the disclosure shocking and confusing. Armin already had too late to learn all his family had been keeping from him. Seraphina was never his wife? He was actually married to a beautiful princess? Armin found it shocking. He was depressed since he felt let down by all around him. The royal princess is indeed quite beautiful, unmatched. But the situation gets more worse when Armin's uncle, Ivan Anderson Suegra steps into The princess's Life without any notification. The jealousy mixed with anger consumed Armin. Who then was meant to be Armin's wife from birth? Beautiful and mysterious princess or Seraphina Holland? Who was really born to be mine? Claiming back his missing wife!/1/102297/coverorgin.jpg?v=44d29525e0fea1f93432ef922c92f05e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Almost Killed Lives
I spent three years as the perfect girlfriend to Silicon Valley's "Ice King," August Armstrong, only to overhear him call our entire relationship a "training exercise" to win back my estranged stepsister, Caroline. He used me, then cast me aside, framing me for attacking Caroline at their engagement party after she deliberately broke my late mother's necklace. August's men beat me half to death and left me in an abandoned warehouse. "You're just a problem to be solved," they sneered. Lying broken on the concrete floor, I found August's phone. A text from Caroline glowed on the screen: "They dealt with her. She won't bother us again. See you at the wedding, my love." They thought they had buried me, but they only planted a seed. At their wedding, as they stood at the altar, the giant screens behind them flickered to life. Instead of their smiling faces, the entire world saw a video of Caroline, perfectly healthy, laughing with another man in Europe, followed by security footage of her shoving me into the path of a crashing car./0/98699/coverorgin.jpg?v=164aa2626c93527a5a4214e509f9229a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught In The Twin's Cruel Game
For three years, I was married to a lie. The man I loved, the man whose name I carried, wasn't my husband. He was his identical twin brother. The truth shattered my perfect life on our anniversary. My real husband, Elliot, had swapped places with his volatile twin, Killian, all so he could be with another woman without the mess of a divorce. I was just a placeholder in their cruel game. Elliot stood by as his lover burned my hand, while Killian wore his face, whispering promises he never meant. But the final blow came when I found Killian's phone. In a group chat, he called me a "prize" he'd won from his brother, promising his friends they could have me once he was bored. That's when my heartbreak turned to ice. I filed for divorce, took everything the pre-nup promised, and fled to London. I thought I was free, but now they've followed me, determined to reclaim their favorite toy./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?/0/92598/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c5ed232fc631ac4a5e49e1bc9c893da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Made Them Pay
On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband compared me to my best friend. He used to nitpick everything about Hailee Baxter, but that day, he told me to learn from her. "You two grew up together. How is there such a huge gap between you? Grow your hair out, wear dresses more often, maybe spritz on some perfume. You can manage that, right? You're my wife. Don't embarrass me in public." I clutched my faded shirt, making sure it didn't carry the smoky smell of the barbecue I'd been grilling for years. I shot back, "What, you've got a thing for her now?"/0/80396/coverorgin.jpg?v=62d01d564e5969b69250a6a65029205c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
