Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Jilted Bride, Unveiled Millionaire Artist
The night before my wedding, my fiancé of four years confessed he was in love with his coworker. I packed a single bag, abandoned our life, and fled to Austin, continuing to hide my true identity as the millionaire digital artist "Aura"—a secret I had kept for years just to protect his fragile ego. Months later, his new wife tracked me down. "Delete every photo and file you have of him," she demanded. When I refused, she launched a vicious online smear campaign, accusing me of plagiarizing my own artwork to destroy my rising career. I had dimmed my own light for years to make him feel like a man, and now his insecure wife wanted to extinguish my future completely. Did they really think I was just a helpless, struggling designer they could easily crush? It was time to stop hiding. I gathered my timestamped source files, logged into my official accounts, and prepared to show them exactly who they were messing with./1/119871/coverorgin.jpg?v=6387bc0309d59cb4dc2a1609f3a25be0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Him, Inherit The World
Genevieve had spent three years in a one-sided, unreciprocated devotion, only to become the butt of everyone's jokes. So, when Julian forced her to choose between her career and marriage, she didn't hesitate-she chose divorce. From that moment on, she vowed to reclaim her dignity and live up to her role as the poised, brilliant, and stunning heiress of the pharmaceutical empire. Her father was a business tycoon, her mother a renowned physician, her older brother a shrewd and ruthless corporate magnate, her younger brother a dominant force in the entertainment industry. And then there was also her rival-the heir to a billion-dollar empire who had a secret soft spot for her./0/57519/coverorgin.jpg?v=be29d3e2b113668e47571d510074cc7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Divorce: Loved By The Secret Billionaire CEO
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! "./0/88757/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccd0f20bac1b4315066428e4165c6968&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Supermodel's Comeback: Too Gorgeous To Be Yours Again
For four years, Cheryl endured her family's disdain, refusing to give up on Rodger. But everything changed when Rodger, to please her half-sister, betrayed Cheryl and handed her over to another man. The pain woke her up-he was never worth her devotion. With her heart sealed off, Cheryl poured herself into her work and dazzled the world as an international supermodel. Rodger's belated pleas were met with icy silence. Now, Shane, the aloof and elegant leader of the town's most powerful family, knelt before her on the red carpet, vowing, "Even if you don't believe in us, I still want to stay."/1/104381/coverorgin.jpg?v=79ca8b3bbb7c3fe2cf8817724796b6c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact
I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game./0/93822/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d349704d7e5ae10cc05314b014a0e50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Free At Last, Untouchable Now
For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."/0/60607/coverorgin.jpg?v=f27b53eb22c66201fdcfb94b84db2042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth As A Wealthy Heiress
After signing the death insurance with my husband as the beneficiary, I got into a car accident not long after. During the wait for rescue, I found out that it was all orchestrated by my self-proclaimed best friend and husband. Even my daughter, who was never close to me and resented my strict parenting, turned out to be their child! Meanwhile, my biological child had been killed by them and replaced. I died with resentment and my spirit floated in the air, watching them enjoy the huge compensation and live carefree. I was filled with anger like a vengeful ghost. However, to my surprise, I was reincarnated on the day when the decision of my inheritance was made after my death. I laughed happily because in this life, I won't let their family fall apart and suffer./1/118975/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8c7893593bd03534f45b81e68446609&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Night Betrayal: A Five-Year War
On my wedding night, my new husband, Dorian, drugged me and left me in a room with his best friend. That single act of betrayal ignited a five-year war that would ultimately consume us all. By morning, a doctored video of me with another man went viral, shattering my family' s name. Dorian accused me of orchestrating it, his eyes filled with a cold hatred I couldn't comprehend. He used our marriage as a weapon for revenge. He had my father imprisoned on false charges and my brother killed in a suspicious "training accident." My mother, broken by the loss, suffered a complete mental breakdown. The last time I saw her, she clawed at my face, her eyes wild with madness. "You brought this ruin on us!" she shrieked. "Go die, Ariana! Just die!" Her curse was the final blow. That night, when his friend came for me again, phone in hand to record my humiliation, I finally decided to obey my mother's wish. I swallowed the pills I' d been saving for months, but not before I took from him the one thing he valued most./1/121817/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6d61d270bbe7fb2f7619b5fb514dd6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Stunning Comeback
Adelina had dedicated three years of her life to being a dutiful wife and mother, giving her all to her family. Yet her supposed obedience only earned her betrayal from her husband and contempt from her son. In their hearts, she was perceived as a manipulative woman. Her husband despised her, her son misunderstood her, and she had never truly held a place in their lives. Devastated and heartbroken, she turned her back on the past and chose to start anew, leaving behind the pain and regrets. Once she stepped away from the family, she flourished and rediscovered her strength. The very father and son who once treated her like she was worthless now pleaded for forgiveness. But Adelina merely looked at them with cold, indifferent eyes and said, "Too late."/1/121286/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b534d556feaaaa4007891600b4be767&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix Heat, A Wife's Cold Vengeance
During a brutal Phoenix heatwave, my husband unplugged our AC and fridge, claiming we were broke and needed to save every penny for our unborn twins. But I discovered he had frozen our joint accounts to fund a lavish lifestyle for his mistress, buying her designer bags and a heavily air-conditioned luxury apartment. When I started bleeding heavily and begged him for twenty dollars for a cab to the hospital, he just laughed. "You're just trying to manipulate me. Drink some hot water and stop being so dramatic." He hung up on me. Dragging my bleeding body down six flights of stairs, I saw him through the glass of a premium birthing center, happily paying for his mistress's care. I lost my twins alone in a public ER, opting for a D&C without anesthesia just to carve the betrayal into my bones. When he came home and saw my blood-soaked clothes, he actually looked relieved when I lied that it was just a heavy period. I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly slipped the signed divorce papers into the lining of his new designer suit, ready to make him pay./1/115984/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac6b5f3f443ad58b23650f29ffb28cc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Runaway Pregnant Architect
For five years, I was the invisible force behind my charismatic architect boyfriend's empire, painstakingly designing the dream home we built together. But for the eighteenth time, Jayson canceled adding my name to the deed, rushing out on our candlelit dinner for yet another "critical emergency" with his young, attractive mentee, Ciera. He left me alone at our custom dining table, blindly prioritizing her manufactured crises over our future. Hours later, Ciera posted a photo on Instagram. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt, with two empty wine glasses on the desk. When I finally confronted him the next morning, he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked at me with arrogant amusement. "Where are you going to go, Allison? Without me? Without this firm? Don't forget, I made you!" My love didn't die in a sudden explosion; it bled out drop by drop over eighteen broken promises. I had poured my soul into his success, only to be treated like a disposable asset in my own home. To make the irony even more suffocating, a plastic stick in my bathroom soon revealed two stark red lines. I was pregnant with his child. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't use the baby to beg for his love. Instead, I packed a single suitcase, accepted a senior role at his biggest rival firm in London, and left a resignation letter on his desk. This time, I am building an empire of my own./1/100964/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1df92e9db6394d53f0937468d63e1d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Six Years A Ghost, Now Real
My world shattered when I found the text on my husband's phone, revealing his year-long affair. But the deepest cut came from my eight-year-old son. He defended the other woman, Kallie, telling me, "Kallie says you're being selfish and you don't understand Dad." When I confronted them, my husband called me a liar about the baby I was secretly carrying. He had me beaten and publicly shamed at a party while our son watched, screaming that I was ugly and that Kallie should be his new mom. They took everything from me-my home, my dignity, and the love of my child. I was nothing to them but an obstacle. So, with the secret help of my mother-in-law, I faked my death. For six years, I was a ghost. I built a new life, a new family, and found a peace I never thought possible. Until the day my ex-husband and the son who betrayed me walked into my bakery, determined to reclaim a family they had already destroyed./1/104693/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed7824500d422c910ea50d95931ed25a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose His Secret Wife Over Me
I reached for my fiancé's phone to silence an alarm and found a hidden folder named "The Protocol." Inside was a spreadsheet that systematically dismantled my entire existence. Task 399: Buy blue hydrangeas. Note: Her favorite. For Denzel. Task 400: Schedule anniversary dinner. Note: Make sure she feels special. For Denzel. In that heartbeat, I realized the man I had loved for three years hadn't looked at me once without seeing a chore list left by his dead brother. I wasn't Elfrieda Stewart, the woman Jaxon Tate loved. I was a legacy project. The truth turned lethal at our engagement gala. When a massive chandelier detached from the ceiling, Jaxon didn't lunge for me. He tackled his "ex" Janice—who I later discovered was his secret wife—to safety. He left me standing in the center of the target to be crushed by shattering glass. But the cruelty didn't end there. On a "reconciliation" yacht trip, Janice pushed me overboard. Jaxon looked at me struggling in the freezing black water, then threw the life preserver to her. He saved the shark and left me to drown. I lost everything in that water, including the unborn child I hadn't even told him about. He thought I was dead. He thought he was free to play house with Janice. But my brother pulled me from the darkness. And when I resurfaced in Norway, wearing the ring of a man far more dangerous than Jaxon could ever dream of being, Jaxon realized too late that he had destroyed the only thing that could have saved him./1/114561/coverorgin.jpg?v=189054c7c00a1a8473e8757491f1f7ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, Her Sudden Marriage
For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big. On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe." Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero." Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy." Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder. I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number. "Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."/0/70252/coverorgin.jpg?v=f19edd236badcc00e103bab63c2fcbe2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Wait For You, My Love
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again./1/106347/coverorgin.jpg?v=0723062b01f181115506a100534c1506&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club. I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life. Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled. The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply. I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget. I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball./1/104684/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b23f2397793c2b8555a19b9627fe6b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated To My Ex's Ruthless Brother
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out. I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess. In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive. I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future. "I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring." I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped. As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral./0/51508/coverorgin.jpg?v=4926c811a130a48cb3740b2fd67ab90f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO
"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning.../0/58462/coverorgin.jpg?v=c904a3bf996c158618a00e307a5a1398&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】/0/86834/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec312b9e9899b3b56d5c5185113adaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
