Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Never Forgive, Never Forget His Betrayal
I was seven years into a perfect relationship, engaged to the man who helped me overcome my fear of commitment. I was even secretly pregnant with our first child. A pet-sitting gig led me straight into the heart of his betrayal-a luxury apartment he shared with his mistress of a year. She had hired me personally to discover it all. She then framed me for stealing the family ring he had promised me. At the police station, my fiancé rushed in not to defend me, but to shield her. When I confronted him, he shoved me. Hard. I hit the floor and lost our baby. In the hospital, he had the audacity to beg for forgiveness, promising we could just "try again." I saw the guilt in his eyes and used it. I made him sign over every asset we owned as penance. The moment the money was mine, I vanished. He thought he was buying my forgiveness. He was funding my revenge./0/61149/coverorgin.jpg?v=288f0ca617ff2d0e1e018251599cbce8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cannibal's Revenge
Here's the translation: "My blind date took me to a restaurant and only ordered one meal. I said I wasn't hungry. He chuckled, 'Then let's not waste it.' He quickly grabbed my noodles and dumplings and added chicken legs and egg rolls for himself. Seeing him eat with grease all over his mouth and his belly round, I was furiously typing on my phone under the table. 'Family, who understands? Today I met a chicken leg guy... I'll bring him home for you to try in a couple of days.'"/0/67563/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3a1d69fd40c60610bf7ba2265842ea4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Vanishing Act After Bankruptcy
Not seeking money, true love; after learning that my dad went bankrupt and ran away. In my past life, my dad was hospitalized due to an injury, and my mom and I hired a nurse at a high salary to take care of him. However, the caregiver ended up taking him to bed. When my dad recovered, he bluntly claimed that he had found true love who wasn't interested in money, while my mom and I only knew how to spend money on enjoyment. When the mistress and her daughter moved in, it was only then that my mom discovered that the assets had been completely transferred, leaving us with 200 million in debt. Devastated, my mom jumped from a high building. After performing poorly on the college entrance exam and suffering the loss of my mother, I intended to confront my dad for an explanation, but they beat me to death. In this new life, I returned to the day my dad was injured. This time, I won't spend a single penny; I want to see how his so-called true love, who is beautiful and kind and doesn't care about money, will take care of him./1/111209/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9cf0fc40ecac78061d82f05b7df827e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Of The Wife They Sold
My husband, Brock, wanted to sell me out. Literally. His plan was to drug me and deliver me to his boss, all for the sake of a promotion. But what he didn't know was that my boss, Gill Webb, was gay. He was interested in my husband, not me. He looked me in the eye and asked, “Adeline, you don't want to lose your job, do you?” I sighed, weary to my bones. I really needed this job. After my husband fell into a drugged stupor, my boss appeared at the bedroom door./1/115120/coverorgin.jpg?v=507e56c187800a66e000ded6fdb21be0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Fiancé
For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside. When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company. Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence. When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him. Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall. They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock. They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power. Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear. She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts. "Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground." But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder. The real hunt was just beginning./0/85397/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6dcc8992e823ce4414f40c939fb5a24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Lost, Life Reclaimed
My mother' s voice cut through the party noise. "If it wasn't for my sacrifice, how could Kyle be so successful today?" She was openly boasting that she' d given my college fund to my cousin, Kyle. I stood hidden in the shadows, my hands shaking. Years of scholarships, working dead-end jobs, meticulously saving every penny for my Ivy League dream-all gone. "Ethan was never going to amount to much anyway," my aunt, her sister, added with a sneer. "Look at him now. A dead-end job, a miserable wife." My parents had enabled it all three years ago, when I'd been eighteen, acceptance letter in hand. "There's a family emergency," my mother had said. "Kyle has an amazing opportunity to study in Europe, and they're a little short." A little short for his tuition, but my entire life' s savings for my own education was apparently disposable. Now, Kyle swaggered through the party, designer suit, wealthy wife, a life that should have been mine. And I, Ethan? I was trapped in a mind-numbing warehouse job, just paying the bills for a small apartment I shared with a wife I didn' t love and a daughter who deserved so much more. "Ethan just doesn't have the drive," I heard my mother tell a neighbor. "He's lazy. Not like Kyle." The words hit me like physical blows. My vision blurred. The anniversary cake I bought with my overtime pay, a small gesture of connection, slipped from my numb fingers. It crashed to the floor. "Ethan! What is wrong with you?" my mother shrieked, rushing over, not to me, but to the mess. "You clumsy idiot! You've ruined everything!" My father followed, his face a mask of disappointment. "Can't you do anything right?" They stood there, judging me. My aunt and Kyle smirked. Later, my last twenty dollars, a fruit basket, rejected. "We don't need this cheap junk," my father said, not even looking at me. "Go make yourself useful. Your aunt needs another drink." That night, listening to them celebrate the man who stole my future, something inside me finally broke. The buried resentment ignited. It wasn't just about the money. It was about my life. And I was going to take it back./1/114025/coverorgin.jpg?v=f43619e7fbccba05ee0f5276a9bc9a3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge
My little boy died on the operating table during a minor, routine surgery. That exact same night, my billionaire husband bought out the Hudson River for a massive, million-dollar fireworks show. It wasn't to mourn our child. It was to celebrate his first love's son being discharged from the hospital. When I confronted him with our son's death certificate, he sneered and accused me of hiding the boy to get his attention. He held his mistress in our home, watched her fake a panic attack, and threatened to bankrupt my family if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to her. But the most horrifying truth came from a terrified hospital nurse. My son's anesthesia was deliberately kept low during the procedure to keep his tissue viable to save the mistress's child. He was awake and in agonizing pain while his own father planned a grand celebration for another man's son. I couldn't understand how a father could be so completely heartless. How could he sacrifice his own flesh and blood just to please a woman who constantly manipulated him? Looking at the ashes on my son's favorite toy, my paralyzing grief evaporated, replaced by a cold, unyielding rage. I arranged my little boy's funeral alone in the freezing rain, left my wedding ring on the counter, and walked straight into the private hotel suite of my husband's most ruthless business rival. "Let's take him down," I said./0/40969/coverorgin.jpg?v=d686a56de044b54ff901e8bdb5f647bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Ex-Wife's Grand Unmaking
Eight months pregnant, I cradled my swollen belly, anticipating the miracle baby conceived after years of grueling IVF treatments and countless tear-soaked nights. But the scent of barbecue smoke suddenly morphed into burning truth when I overheard my husband Mark' s chilling confession from the patio. He' d feigned my infertility, using me as a mere vessel to carry his mistress Jessica' s child, planning to discard me once his "perfect" blueprint was complete. My world shattered as I understood: my baby was Jessica' s, my love a lie, my body a grotesque incubator in his twisted scheme. That night, Mark drugged me, then, with Jessica and his friends, they violated my unconscious form, gleefully filming my humiliation and sharing it online. As I hemorrhaged and lost the pregnancy, they casually dismissed my pleas, leaving me bleeding and broken, just another inconvenient piece of furniture in their sick game. The dehumanizing assault, the profound betrayal, and the agonizing loss of the child that had only ever been a pawn, ignited a cold, clear rage inside me. How could the man who promised me a family inflict such calculated, monstrous cruelty, turning my deepest desires into instruments of my degradation? Lying naked, covered in my own blood, as their mockery echoed, I realized they hadn' t just broken me; they had inadvertently forged me into an unyielding weapon. They thought they had stripped me of everything, but they had just given me a very specific, unbreakable purpose: to systematically dismantle their lives, piece by excruciating piece./1/113556/coverorgin.jpg?v=c589e3fcc441690a8dcf9ee8e465d712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Ruthless Esports Boss
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals. Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell. He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout. Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up. I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed? I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform. "He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned. I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine./0/24387/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6159210305ede6e79f63b98e441077c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Adoring Husband, Mr Devonte
"You have to marry him and in exchange Mr. Devonte will help you to get rid of the criminal charge from your uncle.." Assistant Sheng said with his firm tone.. Genevieve watched the lavish wearing tenacious man in front of her.. She fell in confusion.. "Marry?" He nodded his head.. "Yes, You have to marry Younger Devonte if you want to get out your uncle from prison with the proof of his innocence.." ******************************************* Genevieve Brancacio, a twenty one year old, kind hearted average orphan girl.. Who has lots of hardships in life.. And the biggest one is her foster uncle's going in jail getting schemed by his enemy.. They tried their best to get him out of jail, taking her out almost on the street.. When both of them lost their hopes, suddenly some Mr. Devonte appeared in their life.. He would safe them but on a condition.. Genevieve has to marry his Grandson.. No other wants, just to marry.. Genevieve never wanted to get married like this.. Yet, she did not have any other choice and for the sake of her uncle and her ownself she agreed to marry the man whom she never have seen ever.. When she finally met him at the wedding night, she got a thousand volt shock! The man is none other than the director of Reywalt Corporation Ltd.!! America's most eligible and wanted bachelor!! Rumor says that he is the epitome of Ruthlessness who loathes woman.. And lost his manly ability throughout a deadly accident!!!/1/107768/coverorgin.jpg?v=d52f1e2b15363546205057814ef87af5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune
I spent three years playing the "low-maintenance" fiancée to Eliseo Fitzpatrick, a billionaire who believed he’d rescued me from a life of discount clothes and rural poverty. I kept his secrets and balanced his books, treating our engagement like a cold, professional audit. But on my twenty-sixth birthday, the balance sheet finally broke. My best friend dragged me to a surprise party that turned out to be an ambush. I walked into a VIP suite to find Eliseo dazed and disheveled, with models draped over his lap and his shirt stained with wine that looked like a fresh wound. When I tried to leave, Eliseo’s guilt turned into a weapon. He pinned me against the door and hissed that without him, I’d be nothing but a country girl in Walmart rags. The next day, his "close friend" Sloane was in our apartment wearing his shirt, laughing that it was only a matter of time before she took my place in his bed. At his grandfather’s funeral, his family didn't even hide their contempt. His mother called me a gold-digging nobody, and his brother mocked me in front of the grieving crowd. "So, you're the village girl who tricked my brother?" They thought I was a penniless pawn, a girl they could discard now that the patriarch was dead and the Fitzpatrick fortune was up for grabs. I stood in their library, listening to them argue over the spoils of a man they never loved. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. I just waited for the lawyer to open the final folder. "Arthur Fitzpatrick appointed a new executor," the lawyer announced, and the room went silent. "It’s Flavia Lancaster." I looked at my stunned fiancé and his greedy family, then pulled out my phone to freeze every single one of their bank accounts. "The audit begins now."/1/110271/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bb6586574ba9f7f49d020d04918bb27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Sacrifice Hidden For Three Years
Three years ago, I walked away from Donovan Gordon as he lay on his deathbed. Now, he's back, striding into the luxury hotel where I work, richer and more powerful than I could have ever imagined. He didn't just ignore me. He spent the night making my life a living hell, forcing me to change the sheets on the bed he now shared with his new girlfriend. He called me a traitor, a gold-digger who abandoned him for his rival. He had no idea the only reason he was standing there, alive and breathing, was because my kidney was inside his body. But that sacrifice had cost me everything. My remaining kidney was failing, and I didn't come back for forgiveness. I came back for one last look at the man I saved, because my doctors weren't sure I'd survive my next surgery./1/115277/coverorgin.jpg?v=04dab1d6db979c71dd53d2752efc2645&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late CEO: The Runaway Wife Returns
Corrie lay restrained on the sterile hospital bed, her wrists bleeding against the thick leather straps. Her husband, Damon, walked in with eyes entirely black with disgust and ordered the nurse to drain her rare blood. He believed Corrie had pushed Kara, the woman he claimed as his savior, and he was willing to drain Corrie dry to save her. "As long as she doesn't die, keep drawing. Kara's life is worth a hundred of hers." He ignored the frantic beeping of her heart monitor and walked out, leaving her slipping into hypovolemic shock. Using her last ounce of strength, Corrie escaped the clinic and hailed a taxi in the freezing rain, just wanting to survive. But the driver locked the doors and deliberately drove the speeding car straight off the bridge into the raging Hudson River. As the icy water swallowed her and she tried to swim out of the shattered windshield, a black-gloved hand grabbed her ankle. The inhuman grip dragged her down into the crushing, dark depths, filling her lungs with liquid fire. As her vision faded to black, Corrie's heart shattered into a million pieces. Why did the man she loved believe a lying stranger over his own wife? And who was the assassin in the dark water making sure she died? Five years later, Corrie walked out of the airport with a new, untouchable identity and a pair of genius twins. The freezing river had permanently ruined her heart and lungs, but it had also forged her into a ruthless survivor. She swore to never let the Holloway family touch her again, until her son's identical icy blue eyes caught the attention of the billionaire CEO she thought she had escaped./0/82269/coverorgin.jpg?v=026b95a580d44972cf1e4d594490084d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Contract Ends
For five years, I was Liam Walker, a hired husband and father in a grand mansion, my very existence hanging on Victoria Sterling' s whims and my sick mother' s need for life-saving treatment. My days were a relentless cycle of enduring Chloe, Victoria's ten-year-old daughter, who saw me as an intruder and a perpetual punching bag for her grief, often turning physical. Then came the car crash, and as the world exploded around us, I watched Victoria tend to her late husband's handsome lookalike, Julian, leaving me, her 'husband,' slumped and bleeding in the wreckage. At the hospital, I heard Victoria coldly prioritize Julian' s life, and Chloe whisper, 'Let him die, Mommy. Then Julian can be my new daddy for real.' My agony deepened when Victoria, in a chilling display of power, ordered my other hand broken, the one I played guitar with, all while Julian reveled in her affections and poisoned Chloe' s mind with lies about me. What was I really to them? A ghost, a prop, a punching bag, meticulously broken down and discarded, with no worth beyond my fleeting utility. But as my body healed, a quiet fury hardened my resolve. My contract was almost up, and this time, no amount of money or manipulation would stop me. I would escape, take my mother, and build a life free from their toxic grasp, a life so genuinely happy, their future remorse would be utterly meaningless./1/103388/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ae7ce2080d0860912c2a84471300161&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Haunted By The Wife He Lost
My husband, Jacob, swore to be my shield after my family's empire collapsed and I survived a fifteen-day kidnapping hell. I saw him as my savior, loving him with a desperation born from trauma. Then his intern, Ema, entered our lives. When I became pregnant, he used her lies to call me "tainted" from my past and demanded I abort our child, the shock causing me to miscarry. The final blow came during an explosion at our training grounds. He shoved me aside to shield Ema with his body. "She's carrying my child," he said, his voice like ice. "You're expendable." He left me to burn, promising a rescue team he never intended to send. But he didn't know about the secret escape route, or my brother's plan. I faked my death, letting him find my "body" in the morgue. He thought he had created a ghost. Now, he's about to find out you can't catch one when she's already free./0/83677/coverorgin.jpg?v=f27bc1bd5a95490c3e93ff6d55a42450&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Humiliation: Ava's Return
I was eight months pregnant, standing frozen at a street festival when the ground shook violently. A piece of scaffolding broke loose, tumbling straight towards me. My fiancé, Liam, was just feet away, but he lunged, not for me, but for his young intern, Chloe, shielding her from the debris. I watched him go, then felt a sharp, blinding pain and a warm gush as my water broke. His eyes found me then, twisted not with fear, but with disgust, as he muttered, "That's so embarrassing!" before pulling Chloe away, leaving me to collapse on the pavement. Seven days later, I was discharged from the hospital; the baby was gone. Back home, I opened a package meant for Chloe, inside was a positive pregnancy test; two different stories, one of life, one of death. Liam acted annoyed by my absence, reeking of cheap perfume and sporting Chloe' s lipstick on his collar. He offered a vile apology: he left me because it "would have been humiliating" for him if people saw his fiancée "pissing herself in public." He thought I'd wet myself from fear, not from a devastating injury. His phone buzzed with Chloe's custom ringtone, her giggling voice, "Boss, you have a call!" Then I saw Chloe's Instagram picture from his office, her legs on his desk, captioned: "I just love making the boss smile. Wonder what he'd do if I ever left?" Liam had already liked it, replying, "Don't you dare! He'd have to track you down and handcuff you to your desk!" They were mocking me, celebrating my pain. My hand trembled, but my voice was steady as I dialed our wedding venue to cancel everything. I packed my last bag, leaving the life I thought I had behind. I' m done being his architect, his model, his forgotten fiancée. This time, I' m building my own empire./0/88683/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e0705011ff19cbfbfa2fb9ab382fd21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming My Stolen Life
I woke up after five years in a coma, a miracle, the doctors said. The last thing I remembered was pushing my husband, Derek, out of the way of an oncoming truck. I saved him. But a week later, at the county clerk's office, I discovered a death certificate filed two years ago. My parents' names were on it. And then, Derek's signature. My husband, the man I saved, had declared me dead. Shock turned to a hollow numbness. I returned to our home, only to find Anjelica Hardin, the woman who caused the crash, living there. She kissed Derek, casually, familiarly. My son, Errol, called her "Mommy." My parents, Alva and Glyn, defended her, saying she was "one of the family now." They wanted me to forgive, to forget, to understand. They wanted me to share my husband, my son, my life, with the woman who had stolen it all. My own son, the child I had carried and loved, screamed, "I want her to go away! Go away! That's my mommy!" pointing at Anjelica. I was an outsider, a ghost haunting their happy new life. My awakening wasn't a miracle; it was an inconvenience. I had lost everything: my husband, my child, my parents, my very identity. But then, a call from Zurich. A new identity. A new life. Catherine Anderson was dead. And I would live only for myself./0/92594/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fc92ab743efa32c9745fb88340b7d1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unshackled: A Hacker's Retribution
On the night of her twenty-sixth birthday, Eliana Walker pushed her wheelchair through bar after bar, scouring every club in sight. It wasn't until she received a call from the police station that her search for Lucien Lane came to an end. "Is this Ms. Walker? Mr. Lane got drunk and started a fight. We need you to come down here." After hanging up, Eliana rubbed warmth into her stiff fingers, unsure whether to feel relief or sorrow. Before dawn, she finally reached the police station, just in time to see Lucien erupting in fury, "Who the hell told you to call her? Sure, she saved my life-but those useless crippled legs have shackled me for ten damn years! If she weren't Ethan's sister, I would've thrown a few million at her to be done with it long ago!" Shards from the shattered bottle sprayed through the air, one slashing across Eliana's face. Her face was slick with wetness-she couldn't tell if it was blood or tears. With trembling hands, Eliana dialed a number. She drew in a deep breath, her voice resolute, "Send out the message worldwide, the Anonymous hacker alliance will no longer offer any support to Lucien Lane's company. If any hackers want to test the strength of Lane Corporation's firewall, be my guest."/0/83990/coverorgin.jpg?v=5346c67fa5a3107f92d167f6f01b11b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
