Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Bye, My Irresistible Love
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?/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./1/122174/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ebee366d01ed71233f2d53d86f56b60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Billionaire's Unwanted Defiant Bride
My family's business was on the brink of collapse, and our only lifeline was my forced marriage to Alaric Roy, the city's most ruthless billionaire heir. I tried to sabotage the arrangement by acting like a vulgar gold digger in front of his grandfather, but the old man saw through my act and forced the wedding anyway. On our wedding night, I expected cold indifference, but instead, I got a warden. Alaric threw a fabricated background check at my feet, his eyes full of absolute disgust. He accused me of being a manipulative predator who conspired with his grandfather to trap him. To teach me a lesson, he called his assistant right in front of me and ordered the immediate, hostile takeover of my family's company. "Now do you understand your place?" he sneered. I was humiliated and terrified. I didn't want this marriage any more than he did, yet I was the one paying the price. He abandoned me that night, and the next morning, his past lover crashed the family breakfast. She waved a cufflink around, crying that Alaric had spent the night with her, waiting for me to break down in tears in front of his smirking relatives. Instead of crying, I took a calm sip of my black coffee and turned to the furious family patriarch. "Grandfather, your guest appears to be unwell. The family breakfast table is not the place for a psychiatric evaluation." If they thought I was just going to be a victim in their twisted family drama, they were dead wrong./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"./1/120297/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e9ded684f63664e7ffd73d9684e713c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Rival
I sat alone on a hard wooden bench in the City Clerk’s Office, smoothing the white silk of my wedding dress. It was 10:00 AM, the exact moment I was supposed to marry Arland Rhodes. But Arland never showed up. Instead, a breaking news alert flashed on my phone, showing a high-resolution photo of my fiancé at the airport, tenderly cradling his "first love," Emilie Blackburn, in his arms. Seven years of my life were erased in a single paparazzi shot. When I finally saw him, he didn't apologize; he just said Emilie had a panic attack and needed him. My own mother called me a humiliation to the family reputation, and Arland’s assistant tried to buy my silence with a pink diamond necklace. That night, Arland moved Emilie into our penthouse, telling me to be "reasonable" because she had security issues. "It's just logistics, Isolde. Don't make this into something it isn't." He thought I was the perfect, drama-free partner who would wait forever. He didn't notice when I began systematically dismantling our life, replacing my priceless antiques with cheap replicas and liquidating my shares in his company. He was too busy playing hero to a woman who faked heart palpitations every time he looked at me. He truly believed he could fix a lifetime of neglect with a "do-over" date and a silver convertible he had actually ordered for her. I realized then that Arland didn't love me; he loved that I was convenient. I had spent seven years building a life on a foundation of sand, and I was done being the silent, understanding fiancée. On the morning he finally showed up at City Hall to "make it up to me," I was nowhere to be found. I had already coerced fifteen million dollars out of him as a "security fee" and signed a marriage contract with his most ruthless rival, Esequiel Stone. As Arland stood at the altar waiting for a bride who would never come, I was boarding a private jet to the Capital. The hunt had officially begun, and this time, I wasn't the prey./1/113101/coverorgin.jpg?v=08263a80ab4cd7f9ab2286d084110ff8&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)
Her Husband's Legacy: A Widow's Justice
Maria Rodriguez, a Marine widow, lived a quiet life, scrubbing floors to support her artistic teenage daughter, Sofia. Every penny, every sacrifice, was for Sofia. But in a town run by the wealthy, Sofia's very existence was a target, constantly shadowed by Maria's quiet fear. Then the phone call came from Mercy Hospital, tearing Maria's world apart. Sofia had been brutally beaten, her face a pulped mask, bandages covering half her small body. Through choked sobs, Sofia whispered the name that confirmed Maria's deepest dread: "Chad Henderson." Chad's father, Mr. Henderson—the man who "owned this town" with his private security force—showed up at the hospital, not with apologies, but with a sneer and a check, trying to buy Maria's silence. He dismissed Sofia's assault as "boys will be boys," his cronies, including the town's police chief, enabling him. Sofia, terrified, begged Maria to "just let it go." But it was too late. Sofia died days later, her vibrant spirit extinguished. The world tried to erase Sofia's murder. The police called it an "accident," Henderson's lawyer offered more blood money, even suggesting "other children." Maria's pleas for justice were met with shrugs, scorn, and terrifying intimidation by Henderson's goons. Miguel, her hero Marine, had died for his country, yet his widow and daughter were denied the most basic justice in their own backyard. The silence was deafening, the injustice infuriating. But as Maria clutched Miguel's Navy Cross and Sofia's innocent photo, a desperate, terrifying resolve hardened within her. Memorial Day was next week, a public event where Henderson would undoubtedly be polishing his image. This time, Maria wouldn't just clean floors. She would expose the truth, even if it meant shattering her last fragile peace./0/85881/coverorgin.jpg?v=79a2af2755c2b42caf602e522a0f55f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/122644/coverorgin.jpg?v=84d092ea42fa2864f5c04aad8d906fcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Identity of His Unwanted Wolfless Mate
My fiancé slid a black credit card across the restaurant table, his voice cutting through the quiet room to announce our engagement was over. "I can't marry a wolfless, it's an insult to the pack." He declared me a disgrace, while my stepsister sat right beside him, gripping his hand and shedding perfectly timed, fake tears of sympathy. The humiliation didn't end there. When I returned to the house I grew up in, my own parents treated me like a disease. Terrified that my ruined reputation would taint their precious social standing, my father actually dialed 911 to report me as a fugitive. "She's a criminal, lock her up so she stops ruining this family!" my mother shrieked, hoping to throw me in a cell just to get rid of me. They all looked down on me, mocking my lack of a wolf and praising my stepsister's bright future, fully believing I was just a pathetic, useless outcast destined for the gutter. But they had no idea that behind my plain clothes, I was "The Architect"—the top-secret genius controlling the military's most classified AI. So, when the supreme Lycan heir was forced to offer me a fake engagement, I calmly accepted the deal and logged on to apply for M.I.T., ready to show them exactly who they had thrown away./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)
