Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Thirty Years, A Billionaire's Lie
For thirty years, I loved Javen Sullivan. Our engagement was the perfect merger of two corporate empires, and I thought my lifelong dream of being with him had finally come true. But at our party, I overheard him talking to his best man. Our entire relationship was a lie, a "business deal" to make his parents happy and protect his real girlfriend, Keely. He said my love was just a childish crush he was indulging. That I was too familiar, too stable, and he could never fall in love with me. The worst part was the car crash three years ago. The one that caused my miscarriage and left me barren. He had always called it a tragic accident. But a video played during a party game revealed the truth. He crashed because he swerved to save her when she ran into the road to confront him. He sacrificed our baby to protect his affair. As the room fell silent, I picked up the bottle for the next round. "My turn," I said, my voice like ice. The game had just begun./1/110552/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a13c45cb4a6cbb51c798e4581dd9625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mockery Turned Majesty: Her Rise After Divorce
Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet./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./1/114898/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac9eedeb28fb268651339f6e6d7adf5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Apocalypse Rebirth: Seven Days to Hoard and Take Revenge
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters. I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone. Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate. They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run. As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance. "She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed. "Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back. I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood. Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start. Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies? Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room. Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever. I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me. This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot./1/113659/coverorgin.jpg?v=33651bf54cb7add0cb74c41c4e7c9043&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return
For three years, Adriene Rodgers gave up her brilliant Wall Street career to be the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Dallin Morales. But one night, she overheard him talking to his lawyer, a confession that shattered her world. "Adriene is exactly what I need her to be. A perfect social shield to keep the cameras busy so Elaina can live in peace." Elaina was his late brother's widow. Dallin coldly admitted that touching his wife made him physically sick, and he only stomached it by closing his eyes and thinking of Elaina. From that moment, the nightmare escalated. Elaina framed Adriene at every turn—slashing Adriene's beloved dog to death and throwing herself into a pool to play the victim. Dallin blindly believed the widow. He shoved Adriene so hard she cracked her head open on the marble deck, leaving her bleeding on the ground while he tenderly carried Elaina away. The ultimate betrayal came when Adriene's father went into sudden cardiac failure. Desperate, she begged Dallin for the life-saving hospital funds. Instead, Dallin ruthlessly froze every single one of her bank accounts. "Go get on your knees and apologize to Elaina. Do that, and I will unfreeze your cards." Standing in the freezing rain while Dallin's Rolls-Royce sped off to comfort Elaina's fake panic attack, Adriene's heart finally turned to ice. How could she have wasted three years of devotion on a man who would use her dying father as a bargaining chip for a manipulative parasite? She didn't shed another tear. After borrowing money to save her father, she secretly signed the divorce papers and left them in a Hermès anniversary box on his desk. Then, she pulled out her old resume and sent it directly to his biggest corporate rivals. The submissive wife was dead, and it was time to burn his empire to the ground./1/112584/coverorgin.jpg?v=2885028fdf7d5ba4e7ed9f05e8c602bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead!
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life! Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home. Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan. To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity. The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined! Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... " He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"/1/117336/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c6ff254903b383f98366cf47084fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety Days Left: The Dying Wife's Revenge
The doctor gave Tessa exactly ninety days to live before her failing organs completely shut down. Stepping out of the clinic, her phone buzzed with a photo from her husband's mistress showing his custom watch on tangled hotel sheets. "Last night was exhausting. He really does not like going home to you, does he?" For three years, Tessa had been treated like a ghost while Lucian showered Vanessa with endless devotion. The cruelty peaked when Vanessa brazenly stole Tessa's masterpiece painting. When Tessa tried to stop the theft, Lucian ordered his bodyguards to pin his sick wife against the wall. "Are you trying to extort more money by staging an assault?" He threw a five-million-dollar check at her face and escorted his mistress away, leaving Tessa collapsing on the floor in physical agony. Why should Vanessa have everything—the love, the health, the future—while Tessa was left to die in pain and utter humiliation? She refused to fade away quietly. She altered their prenup to demand a three-hundred-million-dollar divorce settlement and used his limitless black card to hire the city's most expensive male escort, completely unaware the masked man she bought was her own furious husband in disguise. At the grand society gala, as Vanessa basked in the applause for the stolen artwork, Tessa stepped into the spotlight and held up a silver USB drive./0/32573/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c6cf48f7a40f193a5baaf36f36fc01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, My Wretched Love
After getting into a violent car accident, Claire woke up in a hospital in immense pain. She had thought that her husband of three years would come to see her, but unexpectedly, he strode into the ward next to hers to take care of another woman! And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he even threatened to put her in jail for that woman’s sake! "You gave me five hundred million as compensation, right? Now, I'm exchanging it for a slap on her face." Claire looked at her husband, Darren, coldly. "Let's get divorced." At that moment, Claire regretted wasting three precious years trying to win Darren's heart. It was time to end all of it./0/38162/coverorgin.jpg?v=2af7ad1b5fd6d8b5e19e674e63c1b9d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!/1/112022/coverorgin.jpg?v=10575ffad5a09173cb76c39bc70be468&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Was My Wife, Now a Trillionaire
On her eighteenth birthday, Arabella's life was destroyed when thugs attacked her and left her reputation in pieces. Brenton played the hero, sent the men to prison, and married her, becoming the man she trusted most. For two years, she believed he had saved her, until one overheard confession shattered everything. "If she had pushed a little harder, she might've figured out Brinley was behind the whole thing. That's the only reason I married her. Lucky for me, she's so easy to fool." He had only married her to protect the woman who truly mattered to him. When that woman came back, Arabella chose divorce without hesitation. Brenton expected her to come crawling back. "How can she even survive without me?" Instead, she rose in the tech world, untouchable, brilliant, and far beyond his reach-just in time for another powerful man to claim her heart. Then Brenton begged, "Baby, I messed up. Just give me one more chance. Please." But the tycoon pulled her into his arms. "Baby? Please. She's my wife now."/1/106586/coverorgin.jpg?v=de567a5cceb7bace5e472a78e65f368c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Wrong Brother
I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur’s cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check—the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground./1/117506/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4030cf40cb6b2a2313797e6826f9e07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love
For eighteen years, I endured the Miller family's constant comparisons and casual neglect, trying desperately to earn their love. Then the DNA results came back. Their biological daughter, Joella, returned home, and they threw all my belongings onto the front lawn like trash. "The DNA results came back this morning. You're not our daughter." My adoptive mother looked at me with the detached appraisal of someone viewing a piece of furniture that no longer fit the decor. They didn't just kick me out. As I picked up my worn suitcase, they demanded I fulfill an ironclad marriage contract with the legendary Blackwood family to save their failing corporation. "You were always a placeholder, Chloe. Like a dress worn by mistake. Now, the rightful owner has come to claim it." Joella smirked triumphantly from my old bedroom window, while my adoptive father screamed that I was a jinx and a curse who owed them my life. I looked at the three of them—a perfect, complete family. After a lifetime of craving their approval, the last thread of hope finally snapped, replaced by a cold, hard fury. Why should I let them use me one last time when they had treated me like a counterfeit part for eighteen years? I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and sent a single encrypted message to pull all funding from their corporation. As their phones began to ring frantically with the news of their sudden bankruptcy, a man wearing a Patek Philippe watch bowed deeply before me. He was here to take me back to my real parents—the legendary Beaumont family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines on the planet./1/116500/coverorgin.jpg?v=49405c57cd60110812a8fa46c96618a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Their Pawn, Now His Bride
For five years, I lived as a ghost in my own body, a replacement for the dead twin sister I never knew. My family held my dream of becoming a designer hostage, forcing me into a contract after they'd already sabotaged my future as a concert pianist. On the night the contract was set to end, my younger brother found my secret portfolio. In a blind rage, he tore my life's work to shreds and shoved me to the ground. I landed hard, my left hand slamming against a table with a sickening crack. It was my drawing hand. It was broken. When my parents arrived, they didn't see my pain. My father blamed me for provoking my brother. My mother accused me of trying to kill her. Then, my father's hand struck my face. "You monster!" he roared. "You are nothing but a vicious, manipulative creature!" The boy I had raised for five years screamed at me to get out, his eyes filled with a chilling hatred I finally understood they had fed him. I looked at my bleeding hand, at the wreckage of my dreams, and at the strangers who called themselves my family. I finally stopped trying to earn their love. I turned and walked out the door, leaving them behind forever./1/118797/coverorgin.jpg?v=7538841c37467fba1fc43435dd8140b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Couldn't Destroy
My psychiatrist husband pushed me during a fight, causing me to miscarry our second child. To silence me, he used an experimental procedure to wipe my memory. But I woke up remembering everything-except how to feel. I became a ghost in my own life, a blank slate forced back into a world where my husband and son were strangers to me. He called me unstable, parading his mistress in our home, desperate to provoke the jealous wife he had destroyed. My ten-year-old son, coached by them, cried that he preferred her, that I didn't love him anymore. He was right. I didn't. The trauma had severed every emotional cord, leaving me numb to their taunts and his pleas. They thought my emptiness was a weakness he could "fix." But it was my shield. And when a doctor confirmed my condition was a permanent defense against his abuse, I knew I was finally free. I went home, looked him in the eye, and said, "I'm filing for divorce."/0/55659/coverorgin.jpg?v=46938e3431f6395701d3670cdd9eec72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpectedly Yours: Falling For My Billionaire Groom
Scarlett asked hesitantly, "Mr. Dixon, are you serious about this?" She had expected their marriage to be just a formal agreement, with each of them living their own lives without interference. So, when her newlywed husband mentioned fulfilling their marital duties, it caught her off guard. Just when she was determined to keep her distance, she found herself drawn closer to him. To her amazement, her seemingly average husband was actually the wealthiest man. It also became increasingly difficult for her to conceal that she was a disciple of a renowned designer. Life then began to sweeten in ways she never could have imagined./1/107211/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ce6b6208e1c9d3d4c9a8f438feff0b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trading A Fake Marriage For A Real Vow
Bryson once gave Helena his whole heart, yet betrayal followed when he wed another. He claimed her absence forced his hand, insisting the other woman was only a substitute. Helena refused to accept this false marriage or any more of his excuses. She gathered evidence, secured much of his fortune through court, then stunned everyone by marrying Bryson's own brother. Rumors whispered that Callum longed for someone out of reach, until one day, he posted a picture of intertwined hands, bands matching. On a trip, he introduced Helena as his beloved wife. When Helena wasn't around, one of his friends asked, "What about the girl you've loved for so many years?" Callum's gaze fell upon Helena's silhouette. "She stands right beside me."/0/58685/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa57991f4d3f3c17d7c430d5f90e0ee2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Denied: Aloof CEO Won't Let Me Go
Everyone was waiting eagerly for Rhett to divorce Jillian, so he could reunite with his childhood sweetheart. But when he finally called for a press conference, it wasn't to announce his divorce, but to proudly introduce his newborn child to the public. "There have been rumors that my wife and I are separating. I’m here to clear things up, once and for all. We are happy and in love, and have recently been blessed with our little angel."/1/105376/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef1db1b43ca908dd55a0bdf9bb4d35d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge
My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call. While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child’s life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora. The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her. Clifton stood by and watched, telling me I was too "hysterical" to be a mother. But then I discovered the real reason they were hiding her. My husband was illegally using my late mother’s rare bone marrow samples to treat Eleanora’s secret blood disorder. Now that those samples are failing, he is taking Lily to a secluded castle in Germany to harvest our daughter’s marrow for his mistress. I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie—it was a biological harvest. They think I’m just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me. They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I’ve stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I’ll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator./1/105372/coverorgin.jpg?v=920f083408558acf5f630fe3e16260c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Invisible Ex-Wife's Rebellion: Now She Owns The Stage
Kendra spent five years as Jaycob's wife in name only, never able to melt his cold heart. Disheartened, she finally chose divorce, freeing him for another woman who seemed to be everything he wanted. Afterward, Kendra reignited her passion for dance and became a captivating star, admired by all, while Jaycob's regret grew so deep he would trade away fame and fortune just to win her back. But Kendra was no longer the woman who sacrificed her dreams for love. Now, at her side stood Kristopher-Jaycob's half-brother-who pulled her close and said with certainty, "She's no longer yours to claim."/1/103564/coverorgin.jpg?v=81769da06aa5aa2964f29b2905876da5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
