Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Cuddle Application
"Oh, shit, we're cuddling..." ~~~ Three girls, a Jack Daniels bottle, and a game of Truth or Dare: the recipe for disaster. And if you add in a website, a Cuddle Application, and an incredibly attractive boy named Oliver, the recipe gets a little tastier. But what if a silly joke, like submitting a Cuddle Application to find a hug buddy, becomes something so much more? What if it slowly transforms into love?/1/102305/coverorgin.jpg?v=230c022317cab11872b7397f3dcf53d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Prescription, My Royal Betrayal
For three years, I was his "little bird," an amnesiac he rescued and cherished. He was Dawson Nash, a handsome tech billionaire, my savior, my anchor, my entire world. Then I overheard him talking to his therapist. "10,000 encounters, Dawson. You chose well. She's clean, naive, and pliable. A perfect prescription." I was just a tool, a "cure" to keep him pure for his true obsession: Arleen, his mother's best friend. Every gentle touch, every patient lesson, every whispered "I love you"-all a calculated lie. He called me disposable, a placeholder until he could have his goddess. He humiliated me, abandoned me in a storm, and left me for dead after a car accident. When I saved Arleen from drowning, he accused me of trying to kill her and had me locked in a chapel to "reflect." But as the super blue blood moon rose, I saw my chance. Not for revenge, but for escape. I threw myself into the ancient well on his family's estate, not to die, but to go home. Because I wasn't just a naive girl with amnesia. I was a princess from a lost kingdom, and the well was my gateway back./0/73990/coverorgin.jpg?v=f238a3cf99dcb6f04826ae7adad62a2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crimson Chains: Love In The Shadows
In a city where secrets are power and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Naya Cruz walks a dangerous line. By day, she's a struggling tech genius. By night, she's the elusive hacker Cipher, exposing corruption and toppling crime lords from behind her screen. But when a job goes wrong, she finds herself face-to-face with the one man she should fear most - Adrian Wolfe, heir to the ruthless Wolfe Syndicate... and the son of the man who destroyed her family. Adrian isn't just dangerous - he's a storm, cold and calculating, with a past drenched in blood and loyalty. Yet when he saves Naya from certain death, their connection ignites into something forbidden. As she dives deeper into the criminal underworld, unraveling a conspiracy that threatens the entire city, the line between ally and enemy blurs. With danger closing in and their hearts tangled in a web of secrets, Naya and Adrian must decide: will their forbidden love break the chains of vengeance - or shatter them both? In a city ruled by shadows, the greatest risk is falling for the darkness./0/89321/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9f59303cf8e1f3866f9decf07b1753&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Embrace: A Wife's Vengeance
The call came at dusk: my brother, Ezra, had been in a motorcycle accident. The doctor, his voice chillingly calm, said he needed immediate surgery. Then came the news that shattered my world: his leg was amputated. The surgeon, Dr. Kaitlin Russo, cited "complications," but I, an investigative blogger, smelled a lie. It wasn't a complication; it was a botched procedure. My exposé went viral, detailing her negligence. And then, it vanished—scrubbed from the internet. My husband, Hayden Bridges, a titan of Silicon Valley, was suddenly unreachable. My sister, Ivy, disappeared from her apartment, leaving behind nothing but a set of muddy footprints and a scent of fear. I found Kaitlin admiring a new diamond bracelet, a smirk playing on her lips. "Hayden takes very good care of me," she purred. The truth hit me like a physical blow. My husband wasn't just her powerful backer. He was her lover. He forced me to issue a public apology to Kaitlin, making me watch a live video feed of Ivy, terrified and weeping in a dark room. "She's safe," he promised, his voice cold as ice, "as long as you drop this." I had no choice. But my choice meant nothing. Ivy was tortured by Kaitlin's monstrous brother, Kyle, and died in my arms. Days later, Ezra was found dead in his hospital bed. In the desolate quiet of my grief, a new, cold purpose ignited within me. They had destroyed my family. I would burn his empire to the ground./0/80717/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f39efcc05d04da59d44ed1a2efdaaef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Son, Her Silent Rage
My life was a picture-perfect dream: a loving husband, Ethan, and our joyful six-year-old daughter, Lily. That perfect image shattered the day I received a letter stating the impossible: my daughter, Lily, was not biologically mine. My husband calmly tried to brush it off, but a cold suspicion led me to a hidden recording, revealing his affair with another woman, Veronica, and a chilling secret about our first child, Noah, who I was told died at birth. The truth was a physical blow: Noah was alive, merely swapped at birth by them, then brutally killed by Veronica, and his tiny body preserved as a specimen. Ethan had even secretly put me on contraception for years, ensuring I couldn't have more children of my own. My entire life, every memory, every tender moment, had been a calculated lie engineered by the man I loved, leaving me consumed by a silent, bone-deep rage. How could someone I trusted so completely orchestrate such an elaborate, monstrous betrayal, all while forcing me to live under their roof, seeing the woman who stole my child? But amidst the wreckage, a burning resolve ignited: I would stop playing the victim, gather every piece of damning evidence, and systematically dismantle the monster who destroyed my family, piece by agonizing piece./0/99646/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e741d75c7b90b3729d4e12473e023c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Called Off Our Forever
Tonight, my boyfriend of seven years, Benjamin Kane, was supposed to propose. Our future was a perfect picture, planned down to the last detail. But a single phone call shattered it all. A mysterious voice convinced him I was a gold digger who would ruin him, and that another woman, Jenna Christian, was his true soulmate. He called off our engagement on the spot. That was only the beginning of my nightmare. I was stalked by a man obsessed with Jenna, a confrontation that ended with me falling from a rooftop and shattering my arm. Then, I was kidnapped by a shady agency, trapped by a contract Jenna had signed in my name. I was living the horrific fate that was meant for her. Benjamin, the man who promised me forever, abandoned me to suffer while defending the very woman who orchestrated my torment. Lying in a hospital bed, I received an acceptance letter for a design scholarship in Paris. It was my only escape. I took it, leaving behind the man who broke me and the life he destroyed./0/26121/coverorgin.jpg?v=54af7595cebc06498308ad5e94a9db8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning Passion: Love Never Dies
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce./1/103401/coverorgin.jpg?v=19af092cb0fdebcad766e39e6879e862&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Pianist, Unbreakable Spirit Returns
I was Haylee Velasquez, a real estate heiress and Juilliard pianist, engaged to tech genius Joshua Cunningham. My life was a fairytale written in gold. Days before our wedding, I was kidnapped. The ransom was fifty million dollars. My fiancé refused to pay. Instead, he and my best friend, Giselle, used that exact amount to close a business deal, leaving me to be tortured for fifteen days. I lost our unborn child and the use of my hands forever. When I finally escaped and ran to him, bleeding and terrified, he accused me of being dramatic. "What in God's name are you doing?" he hissed. "Are you trying to ruin everything?" He had me committed to a mental institution for three years, stealing my inheritance and my sanity. Now, I'm out. A viral article celebrating their success just popped up on my phone, with a cruel comment from Giselle meant only for me. They think I'm still the broken girl they locked away. They're about to find out how wrong they are./0/83690/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202731&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Victim Rewrites Her Story
The air in the Wharton lecture hall was thick with ambition, the final presentation stretching before me, my future almost within reach. Then, Liam, my childhood friend and the boy everyone expected me to marry, slid a folded note across the table that read: "Ava, will you bear all my failures for me?" The moment my eyes registered the words, glowing, semi-transparent text, like a Twitch chat, materialized in my vision. [LOL, the author is starting the 'Fate Swap' plotline.] [She'll take the fall for Chloe's academic fraud, get expelled from Wharton, and her family will disown her. Total social death.] [And the best part? Liam, the 'author' , will dump Chloe afterward, claiming he' s heartbroken over Ava' s downfall. He' ll spend the rest of his life 'missing' her, playing the tragic, devoted man. What a psychopath.] My blood ran cold. Liam? The author? A fate-swapping system? He watched me, his eyes full of a pleading hope that now seemed monstrous. He thought he was the writer of this story, and I was just a character to be sacrificed. How could he, the boy I' d known my whole life, see me as nothing more than a pawn in his sick fantasy? Furious, I picked up my pen, ready to rewrite my own ending./0/86193/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1ff211f298134e3122cf19adaa6b0f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce: My Unwritten Happy Ending
My world was perfect. My wife, Chloe Davis, the starlet I' d built from the ground up, was adored by millions, and our power-couple image was the envy of Hollywood. Then, a quiet ping on my phone shattered everything: a tabloid photo of Chloe, smiling intimately with an unknown man, a child between them holding both their hands. "Chloe Davis' s Secret Family?" the headline screamed. My mother-in-law' s subsequent call twisted the knife, confirming the child was Chloe' s and coldly stating, "You know you can' t have children. We thought it was for the best." The revelation of her long-held secret child, combined with my supposed infertility-a shared tragedy I thought-felt like a grotesque betrayal. When Chloe calmly proposed we publicly claim the child as adopted to "benefit our brand," I realized the woman I loved was a stranger, viewing our entire marriage as a cold business merger. The love I had for her crumbled to dust. "No," I declared, the word sharp and final. "We' re getting a divorce." She scoffed, dismissing my decision as an inconvenience, not a heartbreak, and suggested I was being "unreasonable." Suddenly, I was the villain in a carefully constructed narrative, the failed husband who couldn' t give his wife what she wanted. My supposed perfect life, built on love and trust, was a lie. Now, the real story begins./0/80092/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf402e6bec71274ee466af025f2b3c2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the Man Who Killed Me
My empire crumbled, my life, cold ash. Olivia was gone. In their derelict New York apartment, a sealed box yielded her unseen journals. I opened one. Inside: a meticulous record of my casual cruelty—my blatant affairs, sneering dismissals, every humiliation. Then, the chilling truth: her hidden terminal leukemia diagnosis. This wasn't just a dying marriage; it was the torturous last act of a woman suffering alone, beneath my roof. Each page, a fresh wound. I recalled her "Legacy Tour"—five desperate tasks I'd scorned, obsessed with my freedom. I remembered mocking her headscarf, tossing her "filthy" wig, blind to her ravaging illness. My neglect hadn't just buried her hope; it brutally hastened her death. How could I have been so blind? So monstrously cruel? The wife I reviled was secretly ArchX, the preservationist I unknowingly battled, and a brilliant artist. She loved me, inexplicably, as I extinguished her light. Her final, faint question from the grave haunted me: "Will he… ever… regret?" Yes, Olivia. I regret. And I will dismantle the world that made me this monster, beginning my terrifying penance, even if it means sacrificing everything./0/82908/coverorgin.jpg?v=416f0ff39139c7afd777d461d5248611&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Behind the Scoop
My investigative journalism career was at its zenith, poised to expose a sprawling human trafficking network that reached into the city' s highest offices. I had irrefutable proof, years of hard work culminating in this moment, ready to break a story that would shake the city to its core. But then, only days from publishing, my former intern, Jessica Evans, unveiled my investigation with eerie precision, claiming my unique angles and even confidential source details as her own "intuition." Overnight, I was branded incompetent and slow, my decade-long reputation imploded, while she soared as the city' s new journalistic darling. The fallout was brutal: my editor, once my strongest advocate, viewed me with suspicion, and the whispers of a "washed-up" journalist followed me everywhere. The pattern continued; lead after lead I was developing, cases I was quietly researching-like the chilling "Poetic Justice Killer"-Jessica miraculously scooped with impossible, intimate detail I hadn't even fully formed. Then came the deepest cut: Professor Marcus Thorne, my respected Columbia mentor, praised Jessica's "raw talent" while publicly dismissing me as "envious," twisting the knife of my isolation and despair. How could Jessica know my raw, unfettered thoughts, my most private investigative theories, ideas I hadn' t even fully committed to paper? The sheer scale of this inexplicable theft, coupled with my mentor's shocking public betrayal, left me utterly confounded, adrift in a sea of public accusations and professional ruin. But their words, their disbelief, ignited a fierce fire within me; this wasn't mere envy or decline, it was a profound, calculated betrayal, and I would expose how she truly saw into my mind, starting with my "retirement" from the public eye./0/90417/coverorgin.jpg?v=c57bc683720a4d152af6468b6f8b79cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Destroyed Her Husband's Family to Take Revenge
Five years ago, Dinah Flynn married Jeffrey Scott, although everyone had objections. She loved nothing but his face, especially his eyes. She loved him so much that she could tolerate his infidelity. Even when she found out he had brought a mistress to their home for three days and nights, Dinah was not angry. "Jeffrey has gone too far! Dinah, have you truly fallen for him?" Dinah looked at her furious friend and answered earnestly, "As long as I can see his face, I can always forgive him and will always love him. I owe him this." A day later, Jeffrey and his mistress were in a car accident while they were out on a trip. He was left with a scar on his face that would never heal. Dinah left him coldly and disappeared from his world completely. Later, he got down before her and asked her why. She gently traced the scar by his eye and felt her heart ache more. "Jeffrey, he died one more time because of you."/1/114352/coverorgin.jpg?v=ede01668364b5af05648c2e89f2cdd45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Surgeon
My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options. That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear. I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison. "I needed a guarantee," he said flatly. I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage? I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up./1/102463/coverorgin.jpg?v=13c418069fcf2a3966c3a66d0a26b27e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married my Ex-husband's Rival
I helped Erick's beloved escape to Whyae. That very night, he kidnapped my parents, holding their lives hostage to find her. Erick pressed a button on the remote, and the screen showed my parents separately tied up and suspended from a plane. "Crack!" At Erick's command, a bodyguard fired a shot at the rope, and I could see the rope was about to snap./1/104966/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f5243c115d0e7f017e47c65a7b02e30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stolen Legacy: A Genius Heiress Returns
I was a top-tier CTO in Boston, but I threw it all away the moment my grandmother’s heart began to fail. The only doctor who could save her was in Manhattan, protected by a wall of money and power I didn't have. Then the real blow landed: the man who destroyed my family was now a billionaire at Zenith BioTech. Conrad King hadn't just stolen my grandfather’s company; he had orchestrated the hostile takeover that led to my grandfather's stroke and left us with nothing but debt and a broken name. We moved to New York, but the city was a nightmare. The elite specialist's office laughed at my pleas, and I was nearly trampled by Sean Sterling, a cold-blooded mogul who looked at me like I was a glitch in his perfect world. My grandmother gripped my hand in her hospital bed, weeping as she begged me to stay away from the man who had ruined us. "Promise me you won't go to him," she rasped through her oxygen mask. "He'll chew you up." I promised her, but it was the biggest lie of my life. I watched the news as Conrad King smiled at charity galas, living the life that belonged to my family. The unfairness of it burned in my chest like acid. How could a thief be celebrated as a hero while we were left to die in the shadows? I'm done being the victim. I’ve sanitized my resume and applied for a position at Zenith BioTech. I’m going to infiltrate his empire, take back what he stole, and burn his smile off his face./0/70237/coverorgin.jpg?v=358ad8a14fc6b0c7dd32ff7b108de681&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forgiveness Denied: Entangled With My Ex's Uncle
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."/0/50526/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8e8bcaa10aa732663f3c417521a4385&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Revenge: It took a wrong turn
Unlike other children who grew up with their parents, Williams smith was an exception. His mother, who was the only parent he met when he came into this world, was murdered in cold blood while he was much younger. He was the only witness to her death and had barely escaped from the murderers. The incident was reported at the police station but the case was closed in a short while. Seeing how much power the murderers had to have even bribed the police, Williams smith sought power, and after 10 years when he had become a billionaire, he came back to his hometown to seek his revenge. While he was still at it, he met and fell in love with Ava Claire, a practicing medical doctor who was sent to be his doctor since he had a psychological illness that came up every once in a while. Little did he know that her dad was the perpetrator of his mother's murder. What happened after he found out? Did he continue with his taste for revenge or did he let love prevail? Find out the aftermath of "The billionaire's revenge, it took a wrong turn"./1/113101/coverorgin.jpg?v=10d81adb75a219a1d1b59cea2c413c99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Hidden Beneath Our Bed
For ten years, I believed my husband Adrian was a frugal, hardworking man. We lived modestly, saving every penny while he preached about our tight budget. Then I found the burner phone hidden under our bed. The top contact wasn't me, his wife, but a woman saved as "My Love ." The phone revealed his eight-year double life. He had another family in Austin-a "wife" named Jasmine and a son, Angel. He'd bought them a $1.2 million house and a luxury SUV with our marital assets. All while telling me we couldn't afford a new dress or swimming lessons for our son, Cameron. His parents knew everything. They even attended his fake wedding to Jasmine while I was at home, pregnant with their first grandchild. My entire marriage wasn't just a lie; it was a financial shield for his real family. So when he came home from his latest "business trip" and asked to take control of my salary to "tie up loose ends," I didn't cry. I simply slid the burner phone across the table. "I've already hired a lawyer, Adrian. And I'm taking back every single penny."/0/80875/coverorgin.jpg?v=9059670ea44717afdc4d45ccab498ae4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
