Modern Books for Women
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The Unwanted Wife Is A Secret Genius
Hannah Compton sat in the oncologist's office, staring at a crisp medical report that read like a death sentence: stage two stomach cancer. But the real fatal blow came moments later. Her billionaire husband, Branden, texted her a cold excuse about a late meeting, confirming the source of the sweet perfume she had smelled on his collar—her younger, illegitimate half-sister, Bailey. For three years, Hannah had abandoned a brilliant career in AI medical research to be his perfect, invisible wife. Now, as a tumor violently twisted inside her, he was publicly parading her half-sister around and buying her million-dollar sapphires. When Hannah collapsed in agonizing pain on the marble floor of their mansion, Branden didn't call an ambulance. "Stop acting. You're not getting my pity," he sneered, nudging her trembling body with his expensive shoe. Lying there in the cold, the love she once had for him was surgically removed, replaced by a freezing void. She didn't understand how the man she sacrificed everything for could be so utterly heartless, but she knew exposing her deadly illness now would only give them ammunition to destroy her completely. She didn't cry, and she didn't beg. Instead, she swallowed her painkillers, secretly slipped a meticulously drafted divorce agreement into his unread corporate contracts to secure thirty million dollars, and prepared to burn his world to the ground./1/109640/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f9dc3aa1fe5db0ed37b2e258d0896fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My 80-Year-Old Grandma Was the True Heiress
On Christmas Eve, the snow fell in relentless sheets. My grandmother and I were cast out into the snow as if we were nothing by my uncle. My aunt cursed me as a bad luck charm, while my uncle's boot landed fiercely in my chest. I knelt in the freezing snow, clutching my grandmother's body as it grew cold, my nails digging into my flesh, convinced that death awaited us tonight. Suddenly, the blinding headlights cut through the night. A convoy of Rolls-Royce cars, bearing diplomatic plates, silently blocked the entrance to the rundown neighborhood. The elderly butler strode directly to my grandmother, who had been "blind" for forty years, and knelt on one knee, "Your Highness, forgive us for arriving so late."/0/56295/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddebe62c8086810fd98b59c5ca1c3955&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taking back her throne
Anna Jenkins is a genius young scientist. After inventing a time machine, she was drugged and an evil woman stole her invention. While struggling in the time machine, an error occurred that caused the two of them to time travel to another timeline three years ago. Anna suddenly realized she was living in the body of Tracy Thompson, a famous actress and model who died while at the peak of her career. Suspecting that the mastermind behind this, Rose Harris, was also the one who stole her inventions, Anna decided to stay in this timeline to take back what was taken away. And revenge for Tracy, why not? "What about me? After taking revenge, will you return to your old world?" Liam, Tracy's fiance, asked her. "You? I'm not interested in someone who's just handsome but useless." Anna curled her lips and said. Liam: "..." Anna never thought she would fall in love in this world, but then revenge for Tracy is not as simple as she expected./1/107450/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee1991f60b0e2d5877dfb87c8d42347b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Revenge: Silent No More
I spent three years as the silent architect of the Maynard family’s fortune, bound by an iron-clad NDA that turned me into a ghost. As Calhoun’s wife, I was the "silent asset," the one who saved their empire from the shadows while they took the bows and the credit. The betrayal started in a boardroom when my life's work was publicly handed to my incompetent brother-in-law, Conrad. But the real knife came later that night at the victory gala. I caught Calhoun in a VIP lounge, whispering promises to his sister-in-law, Bianca, as they plotted to strip me of my voting shares. When I tried to walk away, the Maynards struck. Bianca faked a pregnancy and threw herself in front of a car, framing me for attempted murder. My father-in-law gave me a brutal choice: rot in prison for fifteen years or sign an annulment forfeiting my inheritance, my identity, and my mother’s last sapphire necklace. They threw me out into a midnight storm with nothing but a trash bag of old rags. I knelt in the mud, watching the gates of the estate slam shut, realizing my entire marriage had been a transaction and I was finally out of stock. How could they steal my work, my name, and the only memory of my mother I had left? As I collapsed on the side of a dark road, a black Rolls Royce cut through the rain. Julian Montgomery, the Maynards’ most ruthless rival, stepped out and draped his cashmere coat over my shivering shoulders. He looked at me not with pity, but with predatory interest. I looked back and whispered the only thing that mattered. "Leverage."/0/86644/coverorgin.jpg?v=2666ab8d2f82237cae5c31a78be6d273&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife, Unseen Torment
Another wave of pain hit me, a familiar, gut-wrenching cramp. I was bleeding again. This was the tenth time. Each time it happened, my husband, Liam Stone, would bring a woman home. A woman who looked exactly like his first love. Tonight was no different. He stood in our bedroom doorway, a woman by his side he introduced as Maya, flatly stating, "She' ll be staying with us for a while." His eyes never met mine; they were solely on her. Then, his words like stones, he commanded, "You' ll be serving us." I pushed myself up, the fresh bloodstain on the mattress a grim testament to my latest loss. My body ached, my world felt numb, yet the familiar routine played out as I fetched the wine. I returned to find them on my bed, Liam kissing her, a scene I had been forced to witness nine times before. A single drop of red wine accidentally splashed onto Maya' s pristine white dress. She gasped, theatrically exclaiming, "My dress! It' s ruined! This is a limited edition!" Liam' s face turned to thunder. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. "You clumsy bitch," he snarled, then pulled out his phone. He started a live broadcast, aiming the camera at my face, then at Maya' s stained dress, and finally, the blood on the bed. "Look at her," he boomed to the world. "This is my wife, Chloe Miller. She can' t even do a simple task without messing it up." Then, he shoved my face closer to Maya' s dress, barking, "Lick it clean." My blood ran cold. "Liam, please," I begged, humiliation clawing at my throat. "Don' t do this." "Lick it," he repeated, his voice menacing. "Or I' ll find other ways to make you pay. Maybe you' d prefer to serve more than just one of my guests tonight?" His threat hung in the air, vile and real. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, the taste of wine and cheap perfume filling my mouth. He laughed, a harsh, grating sound, then released my hair, and I collapsed. "Get out," he spat. "And don' t come back in here tonight." I crawled out, another sharp pain tearing through my abdomen, warm blood gushing between my legs. He left me in the yard, naked, bleeding onto the cold, damp grass. Ten miscarriages. Each time, a new woman, a new cruelty. Lying there, under the cold moon, clarity dawned. This would never end. He would only ever destroy me. As the last warmth left my body, a new resolve settled in. It was time to see Arthur Stone. My "good fortune" was broken; I couldn't give Liam a child. I was done. I had to leave. Arthur, his face etched with mirroring grief, agreed to help me. But before I could escape, Maya found it-the small, simple urn holding the ashes of my nine miscarried children. Liam, ever her protector, kicked me into unconsciousness. I awoke to a new horror: a video compilation of my most private moments with him, twisted clips set to mocking music, broadcast for the world to see. He then forced me to donate blood until my heart nearly stopped. He froze my bank accounts. I crawled home from the hospital, only to find Maya burning my mother' s jade hairpin, my last connection to her. The urn was gone, its contents scattered. The next morning, the nine pear trees I' d planted were uprooted, replaced by rose bushes for her. That was the end. With Arthur' s help, I left the country, divorce papers filed on my behalf. Liam laughed when he received them, certain I' d crawl back. He was wrong. He only realized his mistake when he discovered Maya' s lies, the truth about her, and me. He tried to win me back. But it was too late. I was gone, never coming back. His family' s business collapsed, his health failed. The last I heard, Liam Stone, once the man who had everything, was a reclusive, crippled beggar, haunting his desolate mansion, obsessively planting pear trees and crying out my name in his madness./1/115272/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ff3bc2e9d6f4be3ed33db3401909d0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest. When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal-the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago. But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member. Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died. Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring. When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes. "Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now." The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion? Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer. "Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."/0/80856/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0b91166a36c82ad41dcfda55a29c955&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stolen Kidney, His Shattered World
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, groggy from what my fiancé, Ethan, insisted was a routine appendectomy. He sat by my bed, holding my hand, his expression a careful mask of concern. For ten years, I'd poured my life into him, believing we were everything to each other. Then, hushed voices drifted from the hallway. "You drugged her and took her kidney for Olivia?" I heard Ethan's best friend whisper, furious. "Are you insane?" Ethan's ice-cold reply shattered my world: "Olivia needed it. Amy's strong, she'll be fine. She wants to marry me, right? This will be my gift." My breath caught. My kidney? A physical blow. The appendectomy was a lie, a cover for the unthinkable: my organ stolen for his obsession, Olivia Vance. And the baby? Olivia had orchestrated my miscarriage with "supplements"—Ethan knew. Ten years of my life—my career, my inheritance, even nursing him back from paralysis after Olivia pushed him—all sacrificed for this calculated betrayal. He saw me as a malleable possession, his "safety net," believing I'd simply "understand." Even the nurses confirmed it: he'd been lavishing attention on Olivia in the VIP wing while I was just "poor Ms. Hayes." My heart splintered into a million pieces. I meant nothing. Less than nothing. The organ ripped from me wasn't just flesh; it was the last piece of my foolish love, discarded. How could the man I loved, the man I sacrificed everything for, be so casually cruel? Could love be so utterly devalued? The agony in my soul was far worse than any physical pain. Enough. My trembling hand reached for my phone, scrolling past old contacts, past pity. My finger stopped on one name: Marcus Thorne. He'd always offered quiet respect, a lifeline I never knew I needed. My voice, gaining a sliver of steel, cut through the tears. “Marcus, I need your help. Will you marry me? Today, if possible. Not Ethan. You.”/1/114490/coverorgin.jpg?v=610cc7e6653d6e79dfbb7bb3c5138a86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Destroyed His Own Empire's Creator
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept. For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage. One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child. I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius. Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me. The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future./0/82264/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc39eded135348faadc8ac4f393e3aba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce That Set Him Free
I' d just told my best friend I was divorcing Ava. My voice was flat, even to my own ears. I, Ethan Miller, a quiet architect, had secretly loved the dazzling heiress Ava Chen since college. When her fiancé Julian abandoned her at the altar, I stepped in, marrying her in a desperate hope for a love that was only real on my side. For three years, our marriage was a sham, a constant competition against Julian Vance, her manipulative college flame. Every crisis, every whim, every late-night call – Julian always came first. My patience, my silent devotion, slowly eroded. The breaking point came when I finally snapped and struck Julian in his hospital room, after hearing his smug taunts about Ava always belonging to him. Ava rushed to his side. She didn't ask what happened. She didn't hesitate. Her eyes, filled with a burning hatred I' d never seen directed at me, met mine. "You monster!" she spat, cradling him as he groaned dramatically, abandoning me completely in that sterile hospital room. In that single, shattering moment, I understood. My quiet love, my patient endurance, my entire place in her life, was nothing. I was a placeholder, easily discarded. The "wife" I loved saw me as a villain for daring to challenge her golden boy. A bitter, cold resignation settled over me; my dream, my stolen happiness, was truly over. So I packed my life into a single suitcase. I finalized the divorce papers I' d given her a month ago, the ones she' d signed without reading. I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket, and left New York for San Francisco, abandoning everything that tied me to her. But I never expected the woman who' d always ignored me to suddenly fight to get me back./1/102288/coverorgin.jpg?v=13cb3de4adb34c0b83b5ac2301500372&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé's Ultimate Deception
After seven years of devotion, I finally became pregnant with my fiancé Coleton's twins. But he secretly terminated the pregnancy, claiming it was for my health. The real reason? His ex-girlfriend, Annis, suggested it. He came to the hospital late, a fresh hickey on his neck, and instead of comforting me, he forced me to post a public apology to Annis for causing her "drama." He even used my phone to flirt with her, planning their dinner date right in front of me while I was still bleeding from the procedure he ordered. When I refused to play along, he abandoned me at the hospital exit, causing me to fall and get a concussion. Later, I found them in our bed, and he had the audacity to invite me to their "celebratory" dinner. "You're doing this for me, right?" he asked, a hopeful smile on his face. "So I can finally be happy with Annis?" I looked at the man I had given my life to, the man who had just stolen our children from me, and saw a stranger. This time, there would be no tears, no second chances. I took the pre-nup he signed years ago-the one that gave me a huge chunk of his company if he ever betrayed me-and walked away for good./0/82577/coverorgin.jpg?v=13382caec2f4297caf3c6e57f21de8a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lies She Built
My life as a carpenter was hard, but simple, built on providing for my wife, Kate, and our son, Ethan, who worked tirelessly delivering food to help our "struggling" family. Kate always said we were barely scraping by, and I believed her. One phone call changed everything: a cop on the line, "Mr. Peterson? There's been an accident involving your son, Ethan." My world shattered. Ethan, my brilliant, hardworking son, was dead-a hit-and-run victim. But as I reeled, Kate was cold, distant, her phone leading me to an Instagram post where she beamed at a lavish gala. She was celebrating with Liam Carter and his entitled son, Josh, next to a new sports car, their "bright future." My son was gone, and my wife was living a shocking, joyful lie. The truth emerged from hushed words: Kate had a massive secret fortune, bankrolling Josh, while Ethan, unaware of her deceit, worked himself to death. My son died trying to help us, and his inheritance effectively funded his killer. The betrayal was a burning poison, consuming my grief. The final, brutal revelation came in a hospital corridor: Josh, Kate's spoiled protégé, had hit Ethan with the very car she'd bought him, all as I received my own death sentence-late-stage mesothelioma. As police arrested Josh for vehicular homicide, I knew my life was over, but Kate's twisted game had just begun./0/85393/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2b60bfda74d7965a4c7115dd552fa87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scorned By Family, Freed By Fury
The charity gala was supposed to be my final act of freedom, a staged exit from a life that wasn' t mine. Instead, it ended with the shriek of shattering glass, my sister' s scream, and the cold accusation in Charlotte Sterling' s eyes, a theatrical terror I knew was fake as she bled onto the pristine marble from a self-inflicted wound. Suddenly, every eye in the room, including my adoptive family' s, landed on me, fixing me with a gaze riddled with panic, concern, and finally, pure hatred, as Charlotte whispered her fabricated story of being pushed to our mother. "Get her out of my sight," my adoptive father, Richard Sterling, snarled, his voice a low growl directed solely at me, a torrent of fury replacing the warmth that once existed. My adoptive brother, Ethan, dragged me from the ballroom, away from the judging crowd, and into the raw, damp confines of the basement wine cellar, proclaiming I would stay there until I understood what I had done. For two years, I had been Ava Miller, the grateful orphan, tasked with exposing Sterling Corp' s illicit operations, but now, abandoned by my agency and starved by my supposed family, a chilling realization ignited within me. I wasn' t just a victim of betrayal; I was an agent, and if I got out, I wouldn't just pick up the pieces-I would build something entirely new, something forged in vengeance./0/81795/coverorgin.jpg?v=a985add786dfc333ea11024dc13baec7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking the Oath
The first lady of the Ji family loved An Seung to death. The whole world knew it. But just before their wedding. An Seung found out that Ji Huai Gu had already married a male model. She even traveled to Spain to marry the male model. Ten years of love had come to naught. So he decided to fake his own death to escape. But the 100-billion-dollar leader of the Ji family, , is crazy enough to say he wants to die in front of everyone. ....../1/120748/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3799bb71bfa9fc9383fc979cc8d419e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Cold Disabled Billionaire
I finally returned to my biological family, the wealthy Townsends, carrying a DNA report after twenty-four years. But my parents and brother didn't love me; they only fiercely protected the fake daughter, Juliet. At her lavish birthday party, Juliet publicly humiliated me, treating me like a servant. When a scandal broke out and Juliet refused to fulfill the family's multi-billion-dollar marriage contract, my biological parents didn't hesitate. They happily let me take her place to marry Julian Sinclair—a paralyzed, notoriously cold billionaire. They thought they were sacrificing a worthless country girl to save their precious fake daughter. On my wedding night, my new husband looked at me with absolute disgust and told me to stay away. Even worse, his jealous personal therapist deliberately slipped a deadly nerve toxin into my dinner, expecting me to die quietly. Everyone in this world of extreme privilege looked down on me, thinking I was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. But nobody knew that I was actually a master medical expert backed by the world's most powerful underground syndicate. Looking at the poisoned sauce on my plate, I calmly put down my fork and smiled. "It seems I've lost my appetite." It was time to show these vipers who they had actually invited into their home./1/109641/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8f754c30c48a406d9b6f2c17e32b2e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The "Dying Wife" He Abandoned: Too Late to Regret
My husband, Ethan Vance, glanced at the wrong intake report and thought I was the one dying of late-stage brain cancer. He instinctively stepped back. "The company's about to go public. Cash flow is tight. For the sake of the business, we should stop treatment." I clenched the real diagnosis in my coat pocket, the one with Ethan's name on it, and swallowed the impulse to save him. To force me out with nothing, he cut off my medical payments, transferred 50 million dollars in assets, and even sent our daughter to the Silverpeak Republic as leverage. A month later, at the Meridian Exchange celebration gala, he wrapped an arm around Bella Carrow, his mistress, and sneered at me. "How are you still alive?" The next second, blood gushed from his nose, splattering across Bella's white dress. As he convulsed and collapsed, I curved my lips into a cold smile. "Because the one who's terminally ill is you."/1/100255/coverorgin.jpg?v=47d11559b96ff7bc531d0a5a35ec8e6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Engagements, One Betrayal
After ninety-nine failed engagements, I finally married Brooks Preston, a stoic tech mogul who seemed to be the only man on earth who found my motormouth personality "charming." But his quiet acceptance was a lie. I was just a convenient prop, a wife he needed to hide his obsessive, incestuous love for his adopted sister, Everleigh. When I discovered their secret and demanded a divorce, he locked me in a dark, windowless room, weaponizing my childhood claustrophobia to break me. He needed me to take the fall for Everleigh's crimes, to protect her at all costs. He watched me scream and claw at the walls for three days, my terror a spectacle for his cold, calculating eyes. He wasn't just indifferent; he was a monster. I didn't break. Instead, I waited. On the night of a live-streamed gala, I looked into the camera and smiled. "Everleigh, darling, congratulations. I've already divorced him. He's all yours."/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./1/101976/coverorgin.jpg?v=f52d7f8e85b43bdc1dc28319f8b362a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Fired Me For The Other Woman I Ruined Him
I was the top agent in the entertainment industry. On the day of the gala event, Evan's newly signed model, Jayne Jones, wore my limited edition jacket and demanded my dismissal, claiming that the style was outdated. I assumed she didn't know who I was and asked her, "What makes you think you can?" She hooked her arm around Evan's and lit a cigarette in the non-smoking banquet hall, saying, "Just because this company belongs to my boyfriend, Evan." I nodded and called the richest man in Arland. The call was answered instantly. "Mr. Wilson, I've been fired. I can't take on your ten-billion-dollar movie project," I said calmly./1/114491/coverorgin.jpg?v=b69781aef13f8e13e7485da7a9aa210a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Found Freedom, Not His Love
Eda Roman clutched her father's diagnostic report, its sharp edge cutting her finger. His cancer had mutated, standard treatment failed, and a fifty thousand dollar deposit for experimental therapy was due by midnight. Fail to pay, and his hospital bed would be cleared. Wife to Axel Foley, a multi-billion dollar CEO, Eda faced an impossible chasm. Her family trust, controlled by Keri Lane, offered a meager three hundred dollars. An emergency fund request met a forty-eight-hour review—a death sentence. Keri's assistant denied expedite and blocked calls. Desperate, Eda called Axel, but his assistant dismissed her with lies, Axel's laughter echoing. Humiliation and betrayal ignited cold fury. Wife to Seattle's wealthiest, yet begging on a hospital floor? Axel's indifference and Keri's games showed her: her father's life couldn't be left in their hands. Wiping tears, the pleading girl vanished; her survival instinct roared. Red lipstick her war paint, Eda Roman marched to Foley Group Headquarters, ready to reclaim what was hers./0/82265/coverorgin.jpg?v=af99e973cd8605799f384af978ff1808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
