Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Unwanted Wife's Secret Double Life
Kate's two-year marriage to billionaire Iverson Russo was nothing but a cold business transaction to save her family from ruin. The fragile illusion shattered when she discovered his lie. While he claimed to be in an urgent board meeting, a leaked photo proved he was actually escorting her "perfect" sister, Wendy, into a luxury hotel. When Kate packed her bags and demanded a divorce, Iverson didn't even bother to explain. Instead, he coldly dialed her father on speakerphone. "The next time she mentions divorce, the Mathis Group will be wiped off the map, and you will spend the rest of your life in prison." Without hesitation, her father offered Kate up as a sacrifice, begging Iverson to punish her however he saw fit. To silence her, Iverson casually tossed a million-dollar diamond watch at her feet. "This is for your trouble." Kate stared at the shattered diamonds on the floor, her heart turning to ash. She had given up her dreams and dignity for this family, only to be betrayed by her sister, abandoned by her father, and held hostage by a cruel husband. She locked herself in the bedroom, her tears drying into an icy resolve. Pulling a hidden laptop from the bottom drawer, she turned it on. The screen flickered to life, displaying the login page of a massive, anonymous online empire. She typed in her username: VelvetAcid./1/131084/coverorgin.jpg?v=363737ab7e06e9c46a977a80dfc2946c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Heiress: Waking My Comatose Billionaire
Elodie was finally called back from a remote Montana convent by her biological family, the wealthy Cunningham dynasty. But the moment she arrived, her brother slammed a medical folder onto the table, forcing her to take the place of their adopted sister in a cursed, lethal marriage. The adopted darling, Amira, had deliberately faked a coma just to dodge marrying Damian Steele—a billionaire heir who had been poisoned and was currently brain-dead. To protect their precious fake daughter, the Cunninghams threw their real bloodline to the wolves. Her brother forced Elodie to sign a full legal severance, expunging her from the family registry and liquidating her trust. He sneered, claiming that when Damian finally died, she wouldn't even have a family to collect her corpse. "Once you cross that threshold, don't you dare come crawling back when you're begging on the streets." It was utterly laughable. Her own family had discarded her for a theatrical fraud, eagerly waiting for her to be swallowed whole by the ruthless Steele estate. They genuinely believed she was just a helpless, feral country girl sent to sit beside a coffin. What they didn't know was that Elodie was actually "Kite," a mythical, god-tier physician from the dark web. Stepping into the billionaire's master suite, she locked out the assassins, pulled out her silver needles, and woke the lethal, comatose groom. Now, with the deadliest man in Manhattan by her side, it was time to bankrupt the family that threw her away./0/84039/coverorgin.jpg?v=e351566d6a6947f063614f4951b11619&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison Bars to Platinum Stars
The blue and red lights flashed, and the wail of the siren cut through the Nashville night. My husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face a mask of concern, but his eyes were cold as he painted me a dangerous, jealous woman. The police officer' s notepad was out, a white sheet covered something on the road, and my vintage Mustang was mangled. "No," I whispered, "I wasn't driving. Sabrina was." But Ethan smiled, whispering a chilling confession: "You're pregnant, you see. You get... confused." He twisted my pain into a weapon, using my own history against me, and I was thrown into a nightmare of accusations. My biological parents, the Clarks, disowned me, my "sister" Sabrina watched with a triumphant smirk, and soon I was signing a confession, my only hope to save my unborn child from the ordeal of a trial. I ended up in prison, losing everything-my freedom, my reputation, my child. Every day was a fight, and my only solace was writing songs, pouring my betrayal and injustice onto paper. I even built a fragile connection with a music blogger, a lifeline in my despair. Yet, after my early release, when I returned home, I found Ethan and Sabrina celebrating, living the life I'd lost. Then came the ultimate betrayal: Sabrina abusing Melody, the sight igniting a forgotten fury. And just when I clawed my way back, building a tentative connection with my estranged daughter, Ethan, the man who claimed to love me, orchestrated the theft of my life's work-my entire album, proudly debuted by Sabrina. He wanted me broken, dependent, stripped of everything. Why would he push me to this absolute edge? What dark twisted game was he truly playing? One thing became brutally clear: I wouldn't just survive; I would fight back, not for answers to his madness, but to burn his world down and reclaim my daughter, my music, and my name./0/81119/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194823&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ice Queen's Vengeance
I was Elara "Ellie" Vance, America's golden girl of figure skating, with the Olympics just within reach. My whole life, and my Grandma Rose's dream, was about to come true. Tonight was the final synchronized skating practice, where the Olympic roster would be finalized. But my boyfriend, Ethan, and my rival, Tiffany Hayes, had other plans. First, they conspired to lock me in a storage room, making me miss the team cut. Then, on a secluded track, Ethan, at Tiffany's cruel urging, brought a heavy discus down on my leg, shattering my Olympic dream forever. As I lay broken, Tiffany called my beloved Grandma Rose, taunting her with graphic photos of my injury. The shock of their malicious cruelty caused my grandmother to have a fatal heart attack, leaving me utterly alone. Ethan then helped Tiffany swiftly cremate her body, eliminating any evidence of their vile act, while the media slandered me, accusing me of my own downfall and even provoking my grandma' s death. My life, my legacy, my family – all brutally ripped away by the people I thought loved me, twisted by their lies and narcissistic manipulation. How could the man I loved, my "angel," engineer such a monstrous plot? I was an athlete, a granddaughter, now a broken shell, framed and publicly shamed. The injustice was suffocating, leaving me gasping for air. Yet, just as I stood on the brink of despair, a powerful, unexpected figure burst through the venomous media circus – Marcus Thorne, Ethan' s estranged billionaire uncle, my unlikely savior. He was the key to unlocking the truth, and he created the first real opening for my relentless pursuit of justice./1/135302/coverorgin.jpg?v=20261110183711&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Montgomery
On her wedding night, Allie's new husband brought his former lover and her son to their marital home. He claimed they had been evicted and he had a strict duty to care for his late friend's widow. But the next morning, the widow was sitting at the dining table wearing his oversized silk robe. She expertly played the fragile victim, twisting every situation to make Allie look like a jealous monster. When the widow's son deliberately shoved Allie down the marble stairs, Julian didn't even check his wife's bruised arm. Instead, he shielded the boy, glaring at Allie with absolute disgust. "Why would you push a child? You're scaring him!" Later that night, Allie found explicit texts on Julian's unlocked phone. The widow was the one he truly loved, and Allie's marriage was just a PR stunt to appease the corporate board. Once she gave birth to a legitimate heir, she would be completely discarded. To make matters worse, Allie's own father and stepmother had sold her out for a five-million-dollar dowry. They had already squandered her money on a beachfront villa and told her to never come back. Allie was completely alone, trapped with a husband who despised her and a family that bled her dry. But she didn't shed a single tear. She secretly photographed the texts, bypassed her husband, and slammed the evidence in front of her ruthless mother-in-law to negotiate an ironclad divorce. Then, she opened her encrypted laptop and contacted her old tech partner. It was time to take her life back./0/81768/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527085457&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Switched at Birth
When I went to the hospital to celebrate my sister-in-law's birth. I witnessed someone quietly switching my niece with another baby. I secretly switched my niece back while she was gone. Eighteen years later, a little girl with a mournful face knocked on my villa. She said with a choked voice, "Mom and Dad, I'm your real daughter!/1/130111/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1629cab17fb64b8859776ccd9c5b985&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Rival Underground Boss
For two years, I was the hidden genius engineer who built the fastest engines on the West Coast, keeping my husband Alec's motorcycle club in absolute power. But he tossed a fake thirty-day separation agreement on my desk, just to keep me docile while he openly flaunted his new mistress in our garage. Genevra Woodward paraded around in my shop, calling me a useless freeloader. Alec's mother publicly humiliated me in front of the whole club, claiming I brought nothing to the family. On our second anniversary, Alec even abandoned me on the side of a highway in a freezing storm just to go rescue Genevra's broken-down bike. "Stop being so damn selfish and get out." He drove off, leaving me to collapse and freeze in the mud. I had given him my life, engineered his entire tuning business, and he actually believed I was just a pathetic nobody who would starve without his protection. He thought I was just a stray dog who would eventually crawl back to his bed. Instead of crying, I slipped a legally binding divorce decree into a stack of scrap metal permits for him to blindly sign. Then, I accepted a million-dollar contract from his most dangerous rival, the Iron Ghosts MC. When he finally realizes his empire is crumbling, I'll already be gone./0/88906/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213356&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Philanthropist's Daughter, The Traitor's Wife
Five years ago, my parents, philanthropists who lost everything in a financial crisis, were framed for fraud and died with their names destroyed. My fiancé, Jaydan Beasley, was my only light, my savior, defying everyone to stand by me. Today, I spent my last twenty dollars on roses for him, celebrating our love, unaware that the man I adored was systematically stealing my life's work-a social impact project meant to redeem my family's name-and funneling it to his old flame, Cuba Dawson. I overheard him, his voice chillingly unfamiliar, confessing his deceit to his best friend. He called me "fragile," "trusting," a "charity case," and revealed our entire marriage was a calculated strategy to pave the way for Cuba's success. The roses slipped from my hand, my world shattering. He had meticulously planned to discard me once Cuba's company went public, leaving me with nothing, again. The man I thought was my protector was, in fact, my destroyer, turning my milestones into markers of his betrayal. The love I felt curdled into a cold, hard rage. He had taken everything-my family's name, my work, my love. But he had no idea who he was dealing with. I would make them pay. I would take it all back./0/85013/coverorgin.jpg?v=1822cfe4652b3512a2ae16b18e50d035&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Cruelty, His Quiet Fury
The scent of charcoal and happy laughter perfectly painted our Saturday afternoon, a beacon of the quiet life I' d built for my daughter, Lily, after everything we' d been through. Suddenly, a black sports car screeched into our driveway, and my wife' s brother, Leo, stormed into our backyard, followed by two thuggish friends. He sneered, mocking my life, calling me a "freeloader" and a "parasite," even striking me. My wife, Sarah, appeared, but instead of defending our terrified Lily, she sided with her brother, calling me a "failure" and demanding I leave. Lily, hyperventilating from fear, whimpered, "Mommy... please... make them stop," but Sarah dismissed it, her eyes fixed on Leo. How could the woman I' d sacrificed everything for, the mother of my child, choose this violence, this betrayal, this cruelty? In that shattering moment, as Sarah chose her vile brother over our trembling daughter, I knew I had to unleash the man I' d buried for ten years./0/73333/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a5864a4c1180dfe9b4961c306ecd1f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cupid In Disguise: Winning My Baby Twin's Mommy Back
A fierce fire once devoured Kiera's affection for Colton. Five years later, she stormed back, vowing to reclaim her dignity. Unbeknownst to her, her mischievous son had an even sharper sense of vengeance. With wide-eyed innocence, the little one approached Colton. “Sir, could you help me, please?” he asked sweetly, only to pull a cunning prank. On another day, Colton found his room occupied. “Hey, kid, this is my space,” he said. With a pout, the little one replied, “But I want to sleep with Mommy.” Desperate to win Kiera's heart again, Colton soon realized his fiercest rival wore tiny shoes. /0/84040/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203543&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dog's Vengeance: An Heiress Returns
For five years, my best friend Elyse and I hid our elite identities, pouring our hearts and our immense resources into building my boyfriend Ethan and his brother Wesley' s media empire. Then, just as success was within reach, Ethan's voice, devoid of all warmth, flatly demanded my entire life savings, mirroring the cold betrayal he and his new socialite partner, Sabrina, launched against us. The final blow came when Wesley cruelly sold our beloved dog, Buddy, to a research lab for mere cash, an act of sheer barbarity that forced Elyse to stage her own death to escape their clutches and activate her family' s power. How could these men, whom we believed in and loved, dismiss us as simple baristas, exploit our hidden connections, and then destroy everything we held dear, even celebrating our presumed tragedy for their gain? But as they boasted of their triumphs and prepared to conquer Washington D.C., little did they know the "barista" they thought they'd destroyed was merely shedding her disguise, a powerful Heiress now returning to her home turf, ready to unleash a vengeance they could never comprehend./0/74631/coverorgin.jpg?v=ceab236a5e01f9a4e65d13bafa492367&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Second Husband Was An Untouchable Tycoon?!
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile. Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could. Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together./1/113565/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528063942&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Captain's Secretly Pampered Star
Aries Mathis stared at the glowing projector screen, his blood running completely cold. For two years, he thought his mentor and former captain, Elias Beck, had simply left for a massive signing bonus in Europe. But the financial report in front of him revealed a much sicker truth. Elias had secretly sold Aries' contract to the highest bidder, packaging his own prodigy up like a commodity to line his pockets before abandoning him. Now, Elias was back in North America, building a new esports empire from scratch. The betrayal crushed Aries, turning his devastation into a blinding, toxic rage. He spiraled into a self-destructive frenzy, publicly executing Elias's new players in official matches, terrorizing them until their hands physically shook. He hated Elias with every fiber of his being, yet the gaping hole in his chest screamed with agonizing confusion. Why did the man who once saved him from the streets throw him away like a stray dog? Driven to the edge, Aries cornered Elias at a VIP club, lining up ten shot glasses on a table. "One is pure, high-proof whiskey. The rest are iced tea." Aries sneered, knowing Elias had a severe stomach ulcer that could put him in the hospital. "Pick the whiskey, and I sign with your new team for free." Elias looked at Aries' broken eyes, reached out, and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. There was no burn. All ten glasses were sweet iced tea. As Aries fled the club in a blind panic, Elias smiled, pulling out his phone to text his lawyer. "Liquidate my personal portfolio. I am bringing him home."/0/84365/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204427&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Medal of Honor: A Father's Fight
The whistle blew, but the hit came a second later-a sickening crunch that echoed across the field. I watched my son, Caleb, collapse, his dreams of a football scholarship shattering with his knee. Ryan Blakely, the star linebacker from the town' s wealthiest, most powerful family, stood over him, flexing, a sneer on his face. Then his father, Mr. Blakely, offered me a paltry sum to sign an NDA, dismissing the career-ending injury as an "in-game accident," outright threatening my livelihood if I didn't comply, all while the corrupt sheriff and coach turned a blind eye. I saw my son's spirit break as he was mocked on crutches, and I realized nobody would help; the system was rigged. But then, I remembered a promise, a fading beacon in the dark: a general, Maria' s commanding officer, who once told me, "We don't leave our own behind," after handing me my Medal of Honor wife' s medal. With nothing left to lose, I clutched that medal and drove toward a military base, hoping a general's word still meant something./0/52569/coverorgin.jpg?v=44e1adc5f887ffa0ffe95a11a3cd79ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Submissive Ex-wife Is A Secret Boss?!
For three arduous years, Emily strived to be Braiden's perfect wife, but his affection remained distant. When he demanded a divorce for another woman, Emily disappeared, reemerging as his ultimate fantasy later. Dismissing her ex with a smirk, she challenged, "Interested in a collaboration? Who are you, anyway?" Men served no purpose; Emily preferred independence. As Braiden pursued her relentlessly, he uncovered Emily's secret identities: top hacker, chef, physician, jade carver, underground racer... Each revelation heightened Braiden's bewilderment. Why did Emily’s expertise seem limitless? Emily's message was clear: she excelled in all things. Let the chase continue!/0/74956/coverorgin.jpg?v=15e883502ffbb53e6d56b42347b1326e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married, Divorced, Desired Again
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman-lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love-until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"/1/119730/coverorgin.jpg?v=f90d19158424b3e81a1627e1ab10a233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire's Golden Cage
For five years, Chloe was bound by a cold contract to billionaire CEO Julian Sterling, trading her freedom to pay for her brother's life-saving medical treatments. Now, the contract was finally over. But instead of letting her go, Julian announced his high-society engagement on national television and violently refused to release her. He threatened to cut off her brother's medical funding if she dared to walk away, and even allowed his family to publicly humiliate her at the office. When she finally escaped to her hometown and went on a date with a kind doctor, Julian stalked her, broke into her childhood home, and pinned her to the bed. It was then he revealed the agonizing truth. He never knew she was drugged that first night. "You wanted the money. You wanted me. Don't you dare try to play innocent now." For five years, he had viewed her as a scheming prostitute who trapped him. Moments later, he received a call that his fiancée was in a car crash. The cold monster vanished, replaced by a panicked, devoted lover rushing to his future wife's side. Chloe was left shattered, realizing she was nothing but a despised, disposable toy in his twisted narrative. Returning to his penthouse to pack her meager belongings, Julian tried to physically trap her one last time, stealing her phone to text her new date and ruin it. But the broken girl was dead. She kneed him in the stomach, called the doctor on speakerphone to confirm their date right in front of Julian's furious face, and dragged her suitcase out the door./1/123299/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c64f142b0fc00b9fb968bf1945c087f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hideous Wife Is A Billion-Dollar Princess
Leyla sacrificed her face to save Kristopher, only to endure three years of humiliation in a loveless marriage. Her last hope died when she learned the "vitamins" he gave her were contraceptives-and watched him lavish money on his returning first love. She demanded a divorce and walked away with nothing. Then her true identity stunned everyone: she was the cherished daughter of a royal-level dynasty, backed by three powerful brothers. On the very first day of her divorce, a limo picked her up. her second brother had worked his magic-her scarred face was restored to its former radiance. And at the first banquet she attended, she made such a stunning entrance that jaws dropped across the room. As for her ex-husband-the one who'd never given her a second glance-he was completely blindsided. For the first time in his life, Kristopher felt the sharp bite of regret. Now, he was desperate to win her back./1/112917/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d71f0565a47930857a63cc114e6373c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
