Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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When Love Comes Late
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?/1/113878/coverorgin.jpg?v=bab2b8cb2f8f00cfaf18ef8983b5b958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Cannot Afford Your Divorced Wife Now
Adeline had just endured the agonizing pain of giving birth to her daughter. But when she woke up, the bassinet beside her hospital bed was completely empty. Her husband, Jeremey, stood at the foot of the bed with his female friend, Hayden, tossing divorce and sole custody papers onto her lap. "You're leaving. And she's staying," Jeremey said coldly. He accused Adeline of being a jealous monster, claiming she had poisoned Hayden's tea and permanently destroyed Hayden's chances of ever having children. Using a manipulated security video as blackmail, Jeremey forced Adeline to sign away her parental rights to protect her newborn from being branded the daughter of a convicted felon. Stripped of her assets and her dignity, she was thrown out of the Castillo estate and exiled to a nowhere town, forced to leave her baby in the hands of the very woman who framed her. The despair of having her child stolen by such a vicious lie nearly broke her soul. How could the man she loved be so utterly blind? Three years later, the grand doors of the Castillo ballroom swung open at her daughter's lavish fourth birthday party. Adeline stepped in, wearing a scarlet gown and a mocking smile, backed by the untouchable Garrett family. She was no longer the weak, discarded wife. The war to ruin them and take her daughter back had just begun./1/110958/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260316214358&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Faking Amnesia For A New Life
I lost my memory. Or rather, I faked it. Conrad Gallagher, the boyfriend I had been secretly dating for five years, effortlessly erased our entire relationship. "You're only fit to be a casual hookup." Then, he announced his engagement to a woman approved by his parents. To save myself from utter humiliation, I faked amnesia, conveniently forgetting no one but Conrad. But when it was time for me to get married, Conrad regretted it. He kidnapped me right out of my wedding and spirited me away: "Don't marry him, okay?"/1/112256/coverorgin.jpg?v=42e3ebbcd83725822db6e1bf03e7e9cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress's Secret Revenge
My wedding day was supposed to be the merger of two dynasties, the day I was handed over on the steps of City Hall like a lamb to the slaughter. Instead of a ring, my fiancé tore our marriage contract to shreds in front of the world's press. He screamed that my family was a "cesspool of lies" and that I was "damaged goods" he refused to accept. The cameras swarmed me, their questions like daggers. Was I mentally unstable? Did I know about the family's secret debts? Had my father disinherited me? I played the part of the broken doll perfectly, my shoulders shaking as I shrank into my white dress. Everyone saw a victim, a poor little rich girl publicly shamed and discarded. They thought my father's cruel world had finally crushed me. They had no idea I wrote the script. As the limo pulled away from the chaos, my driver caught my reflection in the mirror. The trembling bride was gone. In her place was a woman whose eyes held something he couldn't name. It looked almost like satisfaction. And my performance was just the opening act./1/102847/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf9f752a3a536411fd0c78b0a61c125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: She Chose The Billionaire Heir
"She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic." That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years. When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem. But the breaking point came when she deliberately pushed me down a flight of stairs. My ankle shattered on the concrete. I was lying there in agony, unable to move. Yet, Jax didn't check on me. He stepped over my bleeding body to scoop Catalina up because she had a minor scratch on her elbow. He screamed at me for "hurting" her. While I lay in the hospital alone, waiting for surgery, he was spoon-feeding her soup in her dorm, posting photos captioned "My Hero." He thought I would always be his "Elie Bear," the doormat waiting at home to clean up his messes. He was convinced that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never actually leave. But he was wrong. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply signed the withdrawal papers, blocked his number, and boarded a one-way flight to New York without saying goodbye. Three months later, when Jax finally realized his "sister" was a nightmare and came crawling back to beg for forgiveness, he found me. But I wasn't alone. I was holding the hand of a billionaire heir who looked at Jax with cold, deadly eyes. "Touch her again," my new fiancé whispered, "and I will destroy your entire family by morning."/1/103821/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbd56f65e581bbe45eecc077c3eddf5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Guardian's Cruelest Love Game
For seven years, I loved my guardian, Kendrick Page. He was my protector, my family, my entire world. The day I confessed, he called my love "unhealthy" and kicked me out. Then he brought home his fiancée, Chrissy. She took my room and my memories before revealing their engagement was a "charade"-a cruel game Kendrick designed to prove I was a burden and drive me away for good. His final act of cruelty was asking me to be his maid of honor. The man who raised me hadn't just rejected me; he had orchestrated my complete humiliation just to be free of his responsibility. Heartbroken, I escaped to Boston to start over. I met Adolfo Joyce, a brilliant, intense mentor who saw the pain I tried to hide. But just as I started to feel safe, he cornered me, his eyes holding a shocking secret. "Amirah," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "What is your mother's name?"/0/95061/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106214450&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burn His World: A Wife's Fury
My marriage ended with a phone call while I was bleeding out on the bathroom floor, seven months pregnant. My husband chose to comfort his intern over a stray cat instead of saving me and our baby. He told me I was strong enough to handle it alone. He then stood by as his mistress tried to murder our newborn son, forcing me to kneel and apologize to protect his political career. He called me unstable, a bad mother, while she wore my clothes and lived in my home. The hero I married was a lie. When he gave my son her family name, I knew leaving wasn't enough. I had to burn his world to the ground./1/135293/coverorgin.jpg?v=39a45506f1ea701f182f2ae4cdc62b89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Jilted Ex-Wife
Claire's illegitimate sister walked into her private penthouse bedroom and tossed a six-week ultrasound onto her open suitcase. The child belonged to Claire's Wall Street billionaire husband, Alexander. Before Claire could even process the betrayal, Everlee clamped her nails into Claire's wrist, threw herself backward down the marble staircase, and screamed in a pool of blood. "It was her... She was jealous of my baby. She pushed me..." The consequences of the staged miscarriage were swift and ruthless. At the hospital, her mother-in-law slapped Claire across the face, shoving her so hard she hit her head and passed out. When Claire woke up in a cramped, peeling general ward, Alexander was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he sent four corporate lawyers with a brutal divorce agreement, invoking a fault-based penalty that wiped her marital trust to zero and froze all her accounts. He left strict instructions that he never wanted to see her face again, as he was busy comforting Everlee in the luxury VIP suite. Touching her flat stomach beneath the thin hospital blanket, Claire swallowed her bitter despair. Nobody knew a tiny life had just begun growing right there. To protect her secret baby from becoming a pawn in a ruthless family, she signed the papers, ripped out her IV, and walked into the freezing Manhattan rain without taking a single cent. Three years later, Claire returned to Fifth Avenue not as a weak ex-wife, but as the untouchable executive assistant to a rival billionaire empire. When Alexander tried to use his power to humiliate her at a charity gala, he had no idea she was no longer the idiot they could walk all over. This time, she would make every single one of them pay back what they owed in blood./1/103497/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223305&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Vows, A Scientist's Revenge
My husband, a powerful tech mogul, stole my sister' s posthumous research award. He gave it to his young protégé. The same woman who killed my sister. He didn't just steal her legacy. He threatened to destroy my lab and my life's work-the cure for the very cancer that took our family-if I didn't publicly endorse his mistress. When I confronted him, he let her destroy my irreplaceable samples. Then, he had my hands, the hands of a neuroscientist, systematically broken to ensure I could never work again. He imprisoned me, forcing me to sign away my entire career and publicly apologize for crimes I didn't commit. He called it "discipline," a lesson I needed to learn. How could the man who swore to protect me become my personal tormentor? But as I lay in a hospital bed, broken and alone, a text message lit up my screen: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." He thought he had erased me. He had only forged me into a weapon./0/37634/coverorgin.jpg?v=076f8e7e8bae15eab81a6c6c296bb0fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Marriage: My Mysterious Husband Is A Magnate
Meagan took her sister's place and married someone without a penny to his name. Thinking that her husband was nothing more than a poor man, she figured she'd have to live the rest of her life humbly. Little did she know that her new husband, Zayden, was actually the most powerful and mysterious business magnate in the city. As soon as she heard a rumor about this, Meagan ran back to her cramped apartment rental and threw herself into the arms of her husband. "They all say you're the powerful Mr. Friedman. Is that true?" He stroked her hair gently. "We just look alike, that's all." Meagan stuck out her lip in a cute pout. "But that man insists that I'm his wife. It's so frustrating. Honey, beat him up for me, will you?" The following day, Mr. Friedman showed up at his company with bruises on his face. Everyone was dumbfounded. What on earth had happened to their CEO? He smiled. "My wife gave the order, so I had no choice but to obey."/0/83057/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251103131337&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Fight!
My sweet daughter Emily skipped into her bright art class, leaving me to a perfectly ordinary day. Fifteen minutes later, a scream ripped through the community center, and the art instructor pointed at me, shrieking, "Sarah Miller killed her!" Instantly arrested and dubbed "Monster Mom" by the media, I watched my husband Mark shockingly betray me, using my past postpartum depression against me, asking where I' d hidden Emily' s head. Under forced hypnosis, a therapist implanted gruesome "memories" of me committing the murder and where I supposedly hid Emily's severed head, which was then "found" exactly as I "recalled." Drowning in self-doubt and despair, I struggled, believing I had blacked out, wrestling with the monster everyone saw, and my own terrifying, fabricated recollections. But then, during a court transfer, I saw Mark' s colleague, Jessica Hayes, wearing a vibrantly patterned scarf-the very scarf worn by the killer in my horrifying, implanted "memory." In that shattering instant, a desperate cry tore from my throat as the chilling truth ignited: I hadn't murdered Emily; they had meticulously framed me and weaponized my own mind. Now, I would fight to expose the cruel conspiracy orchestrated by my husband, his mistress, and the therapist who twisted my reality./0/51910/coverorgin.jpg?v=def62821e0eb37de2668582fcd6b11d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Two-Faced Lady Who Stole My Heart
After years away, Emma went back to her biological family, expecting a warm welcome. Instead, she found herself arranged to marry Ricky, known for his grumpiness and rumored disability, rather than her adopted sister taking that role. Ricky wasn't happy about the arrangement. "You can stay if you wish, but you'll only be my son's nanny," he coldly stated. Despite his unwelcoming attitude, Emma stood her ground. "Ricky, I've chosen you, and I'm not changing my mind." As time passed, Ricky's hostility softened as he started to develop feelings for Emma, slowly uncovering a secret. What was Emma's true identity? A CEO, a hacker, a musical prodigy, a racer... Then, one day, Emma, puzzled, asked, "Ricky, why does your son keep looking more and more like me?"/0/95062/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106214425&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Crown, His End: A Vengeful Heart
My fiancé staged his own kidnapping as a sick loyalty test, betting I'd risk our unborn child to save him. The shock of his betrayal cost me our baby. When I confronted him, he protected his mistress and burned our son's ashes right in front of me. He sneered that I was just his "loyal little soldier" and that only death would end us. He was right. He just never realized he was talking about his own death, at the hands of the queen who owns his entire army./0/58724/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8f554108928891de20ba232fad7a9f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Illusion: Unveiling The Mask Of My Cunning Lover
Karlee felt crushed when she uncovered her fiancé's betrayal, and she sought comfort by drinking alone. During this vulnerable time, she encountered a striking man who was none other than the famous Brian Olson. Following an unexpected night together, they impulsively agreed to a contractual marriage. Brian showered Karlee with attention, leading her to believe she might have discovered the ideal partner. However, his actions were merely a part of his deliberate plan. Overwhelmed with anger, Karlee initiated divorce proceedings, despite discovering she was pregnant. Tears welled up in Brian's eyes as he implored, "Honey, I know I messed up. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"/1/112907/coverorgin.jpg?v=9400efc40940500a3de3030c731b55f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late! The Woman He Forgot Is Now The Billionaire's Wife
For six months, Kaitlin searched for the man she loved, who had disappeared without a trace at sea, only to find him alive-but with no memory of her. At his side stood another woman he cherished, while Kaitlin became nothing but a target of scorn and ridicule from everyone around them. Without seeking the truth, he cast her aside and forced her into humiliation. Realizing the man she loved was gone, she turned away and rebuilt her life beside a powerful man who kept her close but distant. But as time passed, the space between them began to close, and something unspoken-something electric-flickered to life. Just as she began to move on, her ex regained his memory and begged for another chance. Andrew pulled her into his arms. "My wife loves me. Don't bother her again."/1/103498/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223315&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Prophecy, Her Shattered Spirit
Four miscarriages had shattered my spirit, but it was my husband Blake' s silence that truly killed me. I was supposed to be his destined partner, the vessel for the twin sons who would secure his family' s real estate empire, all according to his spiritual guru. Then I discovered the truth at a secret celebration. There stood Blake, beaming beside his high school sweetheart, Chyna, who held two newborn sons. "The prophecy is fulfilled!" the guru declared. My world imploded. Blake called me a "placeholder," admitting he' d orchestrated my miscarriages because those weren't the "destined" children. He moved Chyna into our home, gave her sons the names I had chosen for mine, and even destroyed my mother's rose garden, claiming its "negative energy" was making the babies sick. He then forced me into a brutal "purification" ritual that left me scarred and broken, all to "cleanse" the house for his new family. My agony was just an inconvenient part of his twisted plan. I escaped and built a new life, finding love with a kind man and his son. But just as I accepted his proposal, Blake found me, his eyes blazing with obsession. "You're mine, Amelia," he growled. "And you will return with me, or I will make sure you regret it!"/1/113556/coverorgin.jpg?v=c589e3fcc441690a8dcf9ee8e465d712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Ruthless Esports Boss
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals. Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell. He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout. Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up. I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed? I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform. "He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned. I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine./1/126534/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0e345ef5b95eaaa7fea77a5d86be7b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge
I was in a one-year contract marriage with Blake, a powerful hockey star. I played the perfect, quiet wife while he still pined for his ex-girlfriend, Sophie. On the night of our anniversary, I got a frantic call from the care home. Sophie had visited my grandmother, taunting her with intimate photos of her and Blake, and deliberately provoked her into a fatal heart attack. When I confronted Blake at the hospital, he shielded a crying Sophie in his arms and coldly accused me of lying. He didn't care that my only family was dead. Instead, he used his immense wealth to erase the care home's security footage and threatened the only witness, a poor nurse, into changing her story. He even forced me to move back into his penthouse to maintain his public image, letting Sophie parade around my home. When Sophie faked a fall to frame me, Blake got hurt trying to catch her. He glared at me with pure disappointment. "Apologize. To her." I stared at the man I once thought I loved, my grief and despair solidifying into a cold, hard hatred. How could he demand I apologize to the woman who murdered my grandmother? I didn't cry or beg. I walked up to Sophie and slapped her across the face with all my strength. Then, I secretly met with Blake's biggest rival to make a deal. I would stay in Blake's golden cage, but this time, I wasn't the prisoner. I was the hunter./0/94738/coverorgin.jpg?v=6349b18e21ae72fdf395350c85092221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prisoner No More, Queen Of The Game
Imprisoned at twenty and freed at twenty-three, she spent three years sharpening her skills-enough to crush her enemies. In her previous life, she was betrayed by her parents and brother, taking the fall for an impostor's crime. Tortured in prison while the impostor lived in luxury, she died with hatred in her heart-only to awaken at the start of her sentence. This time, innocence abandoned, she mastered finance, combat, and power behind bars. Three years later, she emerged as a force in business. Her revenge set in motion, a ruthless tycoon appeared. He cornered her against the wall, his fingers tracing her neck as his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. "Let me join your quest for revenge."/0/83058/coverorgin.jpg?v=268a7c28ee855466742b837640096ce5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
