Modern Books for Women
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No Mercy for the Merciless
My volunteer work was simple, a quiet act of kindness. For two years, I drove underprivileged students to their SATs, finding genuine joy in helping. Then my phone buzzed, and a sharp, high-pitched voice introduced me to Tiffany. She wasn't just demanding a ride; she was demanding a luxury SUV for five, not three, and a perfectly pristine car. "Make sure your car is clean. We don' t want to show up to the most important exam of our lives covered in dog hair or smelling like old takeout." Her voice dripped with an entitlement that left me breathless, and I knew this was different. I brushed aside the unease, telling myself it was just one difficult person. But from the moment they sauntered out, laughing, holding expensive coffees, the verbal jabs began, culminating in Tiffany grabbing my steering wheel on the highway. The car swerved violently. A truck narrowly missed us. "What is wrong with you? You could have killed us!" I yelled, my body shaking with rage. "Me? You' re the one who can' t drive! You almost got us killed!" she shrieked back, her eyes wide with indignation, not remorse. To my horror, Jessica, one of the others, nodded in agreement with Tiffany's outrageous lie. The unfairness of it all made me sick. My good deed had been twisted into an obligation, and I was being made the villain. My husband' s calm voice echoed in my head: "Don't give them a single thing they can use against you. Be polite, be professional…" I decided I would be a robot. A chauffeur. No emotion, just function. I would finish this, and then wash my hands of them forever./0/82596/coverorgin.jpg?v=c849a0b523b1595c90b6124b8eaa8aab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gilded Betrayal
My life felt like a flawless painting: a thriving art gallery in SoHo, a visa to expand to Paris, and a husband, Ethan, whose grand gestures-even donating a kidney-painted him as the epitome of devotion. But the hushed "whispers even in paradise" I overheard at the French consulate soon materialized into a sickening reality as unfamiliar perfume, a fuchsia lipstick stain, and a pair of lacy thongs pointed to a betrayal within my own home. Ethan' s mistress, Chloe Vance-the unsuspecting Mark's sister and a houseguest who flaunted her presence-was brazen, openly taunting me and daringly sending me explicit videos of their affair, even boasting about being pregnant with his child. The man who once swore eternal love and sacrificed his health for me had meticulously constructed a grotesque pantomime, his every tender touch a suffocating lie designed to gaslight me into insanity. But the agony of betrayal solidified into a chilling resolve: I would not quietly vanish; instead, on our anniversary, I publicly forced Ethan to sign his divorce and transfer his fortune, setting the stage for his dramatic downfall and my own audacious freedom./0/18144/coverorgin.jpg?v=277bfd548f10f193d7c8c2da8978189a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My BabyGirl
Sequel to 'His BabyGirl' this can't be read alone or nothing with make sense so I recommend reading the first book for it to make sense!! ------ She belonged to him, whether she, or anyone else, liked it or not. That was the way it was. Ted. Shelby. Both gorgeous but both troublemakers. Sound like a perfect couple, right? Ted wanted Charlotte and Shelby wanted Tyrell. But Charlotte wanted Tyrell and Tyrell wanted Charlotte. Watch the two deal with jealous, arguments and fighting as they are also being pressured into doing things they weren't ready to face just yet./1/105749/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7801ccbe91e3c75273a4ce13e0553aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Drowned Bride To Shining Starlight
My fiancé plunged our SUV into an icy river during a blizzard. He had a choice: save me, or save his childhood sweetheart, Kianna. He didn't hesitate. He left me to drown. This wasn't the first time. In my last life, he' d "saved" me after Kianna drowned, only to trap me in a loveless marriage. He blamed me for her death, his silent accusations a constant torment. My own parents didn't care, forcing the wedding to secure a corporate merger. I was nothing more than a pawn. He married me not for love, but as penance, making me his living scapegoat for the woman he truly lost. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the sinking car, the icy water rising around me. This time, I smiled and pushed him toward her. "Save Kianna," I commanded. "She needs you more."/1/113258/coverorgin.jpg?v=2072c9acefeb5aa9f583d4a1c24328cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Couldn't Crush
Ten years. Ninety-seven million dollars. And the wife wasn't me. I discovered Knox Miller's photograph on a Tuesday—him, his pregnant wife, and a future I was never meant to share. I could have walked away. Instead, I spent nine years becoming the architect of his rise, waiting for the perfect moment to engineer his fall. He never knew I was building a fortress behind his back. He never knew his wife Deana had become my secret ally. He never knew I was teaching his son to code through an anonymous online persona. He thought he was the smartest man in every room. He was wrong. When the moment finally came, I didn't just leave him. I burned his entire world to the ground—starting with the brownstone I bought us, and ending with a press conference where both his families stood on stage to destroy him. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I waited nine years to serve mine. And it was delicious./0/98084/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1e89a3072a261e33f813fd176370a20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prenup: My Billion Dollar Weapon
My husband, the man I saved from a suicide attempt and built an empire for, was forcing me to kneel on frozen peas. My crime? A splash of cream in my coffee. This was all for his new "soulmate," a vegan influencer named Kassie, who had moved into our home and declared war on all animal products. The cruelty escalated. He kidnapped my ailing father, torturing him over his hobby of building birdhouses, then used my father' s life to blackmail me into silence. Then, at a gala, he left me for dead in the path of a raging bear to save Kassie. As he turned his back, leaving me to be mauled, I realized the man I loved was gone, replaced by a monster. But I survived, saved by a mysterious stranger. And as I healed, I remembered the one weapon he'd forgotten: the ironclad prenup that gave me a controlling interest in his billion-dollar company. He thought he had broken me, but he had just given me the means to burn his empire to the ground./0/63668/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b7b30db4d8a7113a0a401782fe5a17e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruthless Desire: Chased By My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend
Bethany, a stunning woman burdened by financial woes, wrestled with her future prospects in the city after fleeing her manipulative former lover. At the same time, a bold and unyielding man began to pursue her with relentless passion. The word on the street was that the aloof Mr. Swanson had taken under his wing a woman of striking beauty, allegedly snatched from his best friend. He showered her with lavish gifts and was captivated by her every word. They said she was not merely a beautiful woman, but a unique treasure that demanded constant dedication and attention./0/47555/coverorgin.jpg?v=0817531f16778690cbec634cc32f712f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wife: Once Bitten, Twice Shy
My marriage to Mathias was supposed to make me the happiest woman in the world. Although I knew he didn't love me, I thought he would fall for me once I showered him with all the love I had to give. Five years passed and Mathias still didn't give a damn about me. Instead, he met his true love and cut all ties with me because of her. He showed her off; something he never did for me. His abandonment pushed me into depression. I was broken in every sense of the word. Even on my deathbed, my so-called husband didn't come to say goodbye to me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. I was still Mathias's wife and it was two months before he met his true love. In this life, I refused to be hurt by him again. After talking some sense into my head, I asked him for a divorce in other to escape being heartbroken like I was previously. Mathias tore up the divorce papers time and time again while also shutting me down. "Rylie, stop all this nonsense! Playing hard to get doesn't work anymore!" To show him that I was dead serious, I went ahead to file for divorce. Only then did he panic. He abandoned the "woman of his dreams" and came to my side. "Please give me a second chance, Rylie. I promise to do right by you. You'll be the only woman in my heart from now on. Don't leave me, okay?" A war broke out in my mind after this apology. On one hand, I didn't want to be hurt again. And on the other, I didn't want to let go of the man I loved so dearly. What should I do?!/0/83692/coverorgin.jpg?v=54524600bd62d8ad7376adcf285d0788&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sting: A Second Chance
"Chloe, can I use your Amazon account?" My roommate Maya's innocent question on Black Friday was a physical blow, a chilling reminder of my past life. Last time, my simple kindness had led to her viral TikTok smear campaign, my boyfriend Liam abandoning me, my internship rescinded, and ultimately, my mother's heart attack and my own death. This time, I wasn't the naive girl she destroyed. I logged into Amazon and, as she watched, confused, I clicked "Close Your Amazon Account." "It's permanently closed," I stated, the finality of my decision shocking her. But Maya didn't give up. The next day, a viral TikTok accused "Chloe Miller from CalTech" of returning soiled workout clothes, turning me into a public pariah overnight. Liam, my golden-boy boyfriend, demanded I "fix this," prioritizing his reputation over my innocence. The shame and humiliation were back, just like before. But now, I saw the trap for what it was. Instead of pleading my case, I posted a single public comment: "I am the victim of identity theft and a malicious smear campaign. To the business owner: meet me in person, on campus, tomorrow at noon." The old Chloe was dead. This time, I was ready to set my own./0/98710/coverorgin.jpg?v=48a9d61b85f808d2e8b05a365d83c34a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Montana Escape: A New Beginning
The cool metal of the gurney is the last thing I'll remember. One more session, the doctor said, and the past ten years of my life will be wiped clean. It all comes back to that night. I walked in to find my fiancé, Alex, kissing my half-sister, Kalie-the girl I raised since she was fifteen. When I confronted them, Kalie shoved me. I hit my head on a steel model, bleeding on the floor of the studio we designed together. But Alex didn't rush to me. He rushed to comfort her. She lied, painting me as the attacker. My best friend, my entire world, turned against me. Alex, my Alex, had me committed, signing the papers that subjected me to brutal, punitive electroshock treatments. He wasn't just erasing my memory; he was erasing me, punishing me for a crime I didn't commit, all to protect her. Now, waking from the final, consensual treatment, I find a note I left for myself. It's a plan. Sell the firm. Sell the house. Disappear to Montana. And this time, I won't just be erasing the memories. I'll be erasing them./0/85100/coverorgin.jpg?v=22b9dc4444fa2b39ff06a099f7a6fa73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes of Love, Flames of Justice
My phone buzzed on the counter of the vet clinic, a harsh sound, demanding my attention from a complicated case. It was Mark, my husband, sharp and impatient. "Chloe, drop whatever you' re doing. I need you." He needed his backup drive, for the biggest night of his career, a speech about 'sacrifice' and 'unwavering support', to impress his investors. I, his vet-tech wife, was racing home to fetch it, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. When I arrived, he was radiant on stage, spouting platitudes about family while I clutched the hard drive in the shadows, my stomach twisting. My phone vibrated: Dr. Reed, our son Leo' s specialist. "Chloe, the new treatment protocol is our best option, but we need to start immediately. The hospital requires a significant deposit." It was an unimaginable sum. I looked through the glass at Mark, laughing with investors, the hard drive forgotten. Leo and I were not in his world. In that moment, something inside me shifted. The long, slow burn of resentment ignited into cold, clear purpose. I wasn't going to wait for him. I wasn't going to ask him. I drove directly to sell my father' s classic Mustang – my most prized possession – for the cash. Returning home, a bright orange notice was slapped on our front door: NOTICE OF FORECLOSURE. My key wouldn' t work. My credit card was declined. I called Mark, his voice laced with fury. "Where the hell did you go? You embarrassed me, Chloe!" "The house, Mark," I whispered, trembling. "There' s a foreclosure notice. My keys don' t work." "I mortgaged it. Months ago. The startup needed a cash infusion," he sneered. "It' s gone, Chloe. My last-ditch funding failed because I was too damn distracted by all this drama with Leo. Your drama." Rain plastering my hair to my face, I sank to my knees. "We' re done," he said. "I told the bank to change the locks. You can get your things tomorrow." He hung up. Just then, Leo, pale and frail, opened the door. "Mommy? Why is Daddy yelling? Are we leaving our house?" His simple words cut through my shock. I pulled him close, whispering, "What if it was just you and me from now on? A new life. Would that be okay?" He nodded, trusting. That was all I needed./0/84005/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203436&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Silent Vengeance: A Director's Redemption
The smell of antiseptic still clung to me, a phantom reminder of the fire that consumed my old life. Lying in a hospital bed, a mummy of bandages, I clutched onto the last hope: an experimental skin graft, my only chance to survive. I was a special effects artist, the guy behind the scenes, but I'd clawed my way to this lifeline. Then, Jocelyn Chavez, my protégée, the girl I' d trained and paid for, walked in. My "little sister." Her eyes were red, but not for me. "Andrew," she stammered, "you have to give it to Matthew. He needs his looks. He's a leading man, Andrew. You're… behind the scenes. He needs this more." I stared, aghast. I was dying, but Matthew's career was her priority. She didn' t see me; she saw a stepping stone for the charming star she was infatuated with. Despite my pleas, she left. Hours later, the nurse told me my spot had been "reallocated" at Jocelyn's request, for "greater public value." I died that night, alone, betrayed by the girl I' d given everything to. My last thought was of her face, twisted with devotion for him, not sorrow for me. The betrayal burned hotter than any fire. Then, I jolted awake. The acrid smell of a smoke machine, not real smoke, filled the air. I was back on set, a year before the fire. A stunt had just gone wrong. And there was Matthew, playing the hero, pointing to a girl with a real injury, Jocelyn, expecting me to handle the "trouble." This time, things would be different./0/85413/coverorgin.jpg?v=f505504def9c06331a2e6add6e333a7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Betrayed Heart, My Stolen Life
The first thing I heard wasn't a doctor's voice but a detached system humming in my head: "Welcome back, Liam Miller." I woke from a six-month coma, only to find my home infested. My wife Sarah, pale and distant, offered no embrace, just a flat, "You're back." My children, Emily and Josh, stared at me like a stranger, then scurried behind another man. He was in my clothes, in my spot at my table, with his arm around my wife-Mark Harrison, a disturbing mirror image of me, radiating triumph. My son, Josh, clutched Mark's leg and mumbled, "You' re not our daddy. Mark is our daddy." Even my in-laws, David and Carol, defended this usurper, accusing me of being "confused" and "causing trouble." I, Liam Miller, successful architect, loving husband and father, was a ghost in my own life, stripped of everything. Later, in my own living room, Sarah's phone flashed with a text from "M ❤️": "Can't wait for tonight. The kids will be asleep soon. I'll make sure he's out of the way." The betrayal was no longer a suspicion; it was a cold, hard truth. I watched, hidden, as Sarah and Mark shared an intimate kiss in my bed, heard my children call him "Daddy Mark." Then, Mark staged a scene, deliberately injuring himself and framing me for the attack. "You animal!" David roared, striking me as Emily shrieked, "I hate you! We don't want you here!" Condemned by my own family, I knew there was no going back. Just as they threw me out, I heard the roar of a familiar engine. It was Mark's car, speeding toward me. The impact. A sledgehammer of force. I lay broken, bleeding. My mother-in-law, Carol, hung up on my plea for help, accusing me of a "stunt." Then, a bowl of soup, a "gift" from Carol, reeked faintly of peanuts-the allergen that could kill me. They weren't just trying to erase me; they were actively trying to murder me. Lying in my hospital bed, I finally spoke to the voice in my head. "System," I thought, "I'm ready. I accept. Get me out of here. Whatever it takes."/0/63199/coverorgin.jpg?v=eec581cb24567494dd8f9ebecbe0cd02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Identity
When Lexi is approached by two private detectives, Jack and Emily, who are searching for Diana Wayne, a missing heiress from a prominent London family, they ask Lexi to pretend to be Diana for six months, as they suspect that someone in Diana's family might be involved in her disappearance. Lexi accepts the offer, as she needs the money for her father's surgery. She flies to London and assumes Diana's identity, but soon discovers that Diana is not who everyone thought she was; she uncovers secrets and lies that put her life in danger./0/84318/coverorgin.jpg?v=46e49d0d981d10c90286a7ebc05d7d3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Vows, Stronger Resolve
For eight years, I secretly held down the fort, running my husband' s auto shop and raising our son, Caleb, while Captain Ethan Scott built his military career far away. When he finally allowed us to join him, I thought our family was complete, but he introduced us as mere "distant relatives," forcing our son to call his own father "Uncle Ethan." He was utterly ashamed of us, of the "blue-collar dust" we carried, forbidding anything that hinted at our humble origins, while lavishing expensive gifts on his elegant colleague, Gabrielle Chadwick. He watched idly as our seven-year-old son cried, humiliated by other kids who called him a "charity case," and later, when I was injured by his carelessness, he was more concerned with maintaining appearances than my pain. My heart shattered when I saw the color drain from his face as our son, following his rules, called him "Mr. Scott" to Gabrielle's face, and then watched in horror as he stood by while Gabrielle deliberately tripped Caleb, leaving him sobbing with a sprained wrist. That night, cradling my hurt son, I made a silent vow: we were leaving, and we would never look back./0/28470/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220607161203&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vampire King's Obsession
Lilly, a young schoolgirl has always wanted nothing, but to make her poor family proud, and be with someone that loves her for who she is. After suffering heartbreak at the hands of the man she love, Raymond, who left her with a broken heart, she vowed never to fall in love with any man. Her hatred for him increased after she found out that he was a vampire. Lilly decided to give love a chance after a while, as she found herself developing feelings for Kai Ryder, her mmafiasCeo boss. She was scared that what happened earlier would repeat itself, but then, she was already in love with him. What happens when she found out that her boss is not who he appears to be? Who is Kai?.../0/58506/coverorgin.jpg?v=87ac6de5b166db3683b18b668122f5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO VS. CEO
Noura was a young girl full of dreams, and in love, in love with her boss's only son, she who is only a mixed-race bastard whose father we don't know. Daniel took advantage of Noura's innocence, after having had what he wanted, he and his parents kicked her out, without knowingthat she wasn't leaving alone, she was pregnant. A few years later, Noura found her father, a wealthy London businessman who had been looking for him for years. Her son has grown up, he is three years old, and the ungrateful man looks exactly like his father. Even if she wanted to forget him, it was impossible, because her son's face constantly reminds her of her father. Now Noura is rich and powerful, but she has never forgotten the humiliation she was subjected to, she decides to take revenge, to return the favor, but how? Follow me to discover this fascinating dilemma I love him or hate him? When Daniel sees Noura after all theseyears, he cannot resist her charm, except that she is no longer this naive girl./0/80877/coverorgin.jpg?v=1802835fb84dda4e44f36aebd8572932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
If He Dies, He Dies
I poured my life, my health, into Vicky Sterling's startup. Now she's a celebrated CEO, and I’m just a recovering patient, battling Crohn’s. Her "conceptual artist" lover, Julian, fills our home with his presence. One evening, Julian, knowing my strict diet, offered me a rich, forbidden pasta. Under his watchful smirk, I took a bite. Within the hour, internal fire consumed me. I crawled to Vicky, begging for the hospital, but she dismissed my agony. She called me "dramatic," prioritized Julian's fake illness, and brutally kicked my surgical scars. Her assistant Brenda then locked me in my room, where Julian's venomous brown recluse bit me. When paramedics arrived, Vicky blocked the ambulance, chillingly stating, "If he dies, he dies!" How could the woman I loved, the one I sacrificed everything for, actively ensure my agonizing death? Was I just a burden to be eliminated, a mere inconvenience? As darkness encroached, I used my last ounce of strength, not to call 911 again, but the one man who could truly help: Uncle Frank. My story wasn't ending; it was just beginning./0/83693/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c82a482d64f98c887cb44804da95483&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Family Sells Your Soul
The first thing I remembered from my last life was the end: the chloroform, the burlap, and my mother' s voice selling me off for twenty grand. Then, the tearing, the brutal silence. I woke up, reborn, to the sterile smell of antiseptic. My mother, Brenda, lay frail in a hospital bed, diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease. Her eyes, expertly filled with tears, found mine as she wailed, "I'll just... let nature take its course. Save the money for the kids." This was the moment I shattered in my first life, begging to save her. But this time, I knew. She wasn' t dying for me; she was dying for an inheritance, for her golden child, my useless brother Kevin. They had always manipulated me, bled me dry, and in the end, literally sold me. I stood up, approached her bed, and with a calm, placid mask said, "Okay, Mom. If that's what you want, I respect your decision." The game had changed. I was back, and this time, hell for them was just beginning./0/98711/coverorgin.jpg?v=107e46dfcab74581d4eef766662dab57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
