Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair
My boyfriend and stepsister murdered me for my inheritance, their celebratory kiss a final insult above my broken body on the rain-slicked concrete of the port. As my soul floated inches from my own face, a tyrant the world knew only as a disfigured cripple, Charles Moses, arrived with a team of soldiers. He ignored my killers, who were now begging for their lives. Instead, he fell to his knees in the mud and blood. He cradled my lifeless head in his hands, and a gut-wrenching sob of pure agony tore from his throat before he carried my body into the black ocean. As the water closed over us, I didn't understand. Why did this monster, a man I had never met, weep for me as if I was his entire world? My eyes snapped open. I was five years in the past, coughing up water in a hospital bed. It was the night my family screamed at me for ruining my stepsister's dress after she'd tried to drown me. When they offered to marry me off to the "crippled monster" Charles Moses to save my perfect stepsister from that fate, I didn't fight them. I smiled and said yes. This time, I would walk straight into the lion's den myself./0/64592/coverorgin.jpg?v=909101fcb2beac83b2b6bc4f3148a69f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Retribution
Locked away in a cold, unforgiving mental hospital, Selina was branded as crazy by those who should have protected her. Betrayed by her father and tormented by her peers, her years of captivity have only fueled her desire for vengeance. Now, with a daring escape behind her, Selina is back, and she's not the same innocent girl they once knew. In a city that once turned a blind eye, secrets will be exposed and justice will be served-her way./0/65241/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bc37d050fc0618f6dac9cabaff64439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Husband Had A Double Life?!
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan's true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again.../0/85357/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205942&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Over Two-Fifty
"That will be two dollars and fifty cents," the ice cream vendor chirped, a cheerful end to a warm afternoon. My daughter, Lily, beamed up at me, eyes wide for a rainbow-sprinkled cone. But before my fingers found my wallet, a cold voice cut through the air. "What do you think you' re doing, Ava?" It was Leo, my husband, arms crossed, face a mask of disapproval. He shamed me, publicly, over two dollars and fifty cents. "It' s the principle," he snapped, throwing a five-dollar bill at the vendor. "Consider this an advance. Transfer me one dollar and twenty-five cents by tonight. I' ll be checking." My face burned, my heart twisting as Lily clung to me. That night, I overheard his voice, warm and indulgent, on the phone. "Of course, Sophia. You liked the red one? I' ll have it delivered to your new place tomorrow." He was buying his stepsister a penthouse, showering her with gifts, yet demanding I pay for half of our daughter' s ice cream. The contrast was a physical blow. His love, his generosity, was for someone else. Later, in my small art studio, I typed a search: "divorce papers." I downloaded the forms, each keystroke heavy, final. When I placed the stack on his nightstand, he finally looked up, disbelief twisting his face into an ugly laugh. "A divorce? Don' t be ridiculous. Is this about the car I bought Sophia? Are you that jealous?" "It' s about the ice cream," I said, my voice steady, empty of the tears I' d held back all day. He scoffed, tossing the papers aside. "The ice cream? You want to end our marriage over two dollars and fifty cents? Ava, you' re being hysterical." He didn't know yet. This wasn't hysteria. It was the quiet, steel-edged birth of a rebellion./1/101904/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2cabf8c16d2d7e8373d8beef9e3679f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Son, My Broken Heart
"Look at the reflection in the window, sweetie," the TikTok sleuth messaged me. That one notification unraveled my entire life. My fiancé, Ashton, wasn't on a business trip. He was with Angela. And Alfie, the seven-year-old "little brother" I' d been raising and financing for two years? He was actually their son. I was just the ATM covering their bills while Ashton bought Angela a diamond ring with my money. When I tried to expose them, Angela played her trump card. She gave Alfie an angora rabbit, knowing he had a deadly allergy, just to frame me for attempted murder. "You poisoned him because you're jealous!" she shrieked in the crowded ER. Ashton looked at me with pure hatred. "You're a monster, Kaylynn." They thought they had me cornered. They didn't know I' d installed hidden cameras in the house three days ago. Or that I had the DNA test proving Alfie wasn't even Ashton's biological son. I wiped my tears and smiled at the police officer. "I have a video I think you need to see."/1/102553/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0df34709ae94a37c8abaaffca9d0f26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Life Hung By My Hands
My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison. Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she was bleeding out. He begged me to save them. "Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both." Then he accused me of wanting revenge, his eyes filled with hate. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The man who took everything from me was now on his knees, his world depending on my skill. I was the only one who could save the woman who stole my life. I did my job. I saved them both. But as I walked out of the hospital that night, his car was there, blocking my path. This wasn't just a chance encounter. He was back to reclaim what he thought was his./0/83735/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203036&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, The Stranger
My mother, Eleanor Vance, was a Broadway legend, but my wife, Chloe, her star pupil and a rising star herself, treated me like an understudy. For two grueling months, Mom was dying, and Chloe, on a "promotional tour" in Europe with her agent, ignored my hundreds of desperate calls and texts. The night Mom passed, Chloe finally picked up, her voice sharp with annoyance. When I told her Mom was gone, she responded with a cold, disbelieving laugh, accusing me of lying and manipulation, then hung up. I buried my mother alone, while Chloe chose to attend a lavish funeral for her agent' s cat, scoffing at my grief and praising his "strength" in mourning a pet. The injustice of it all, the sheer audacity of her betrayal, settled in my bones as a heavy, cold weight. Every interaction with her, from her disingenuous attempts at seduction to her hysterical denial when I said I wanted a divorce, clawed at the last vestiges of my sanity. Her casual disregard for my mother's death felt like a final, devastating blow. Why had she ignored us? How could she be so callous, so utterly devoid of empathy, mourning a cat while my mother' s grave lay fresh? What kind of person pretends their mentor is alive just to avoid confrontation? I packed a shovel in my car and drove her and her agent to Woodlawn Cemetery. It was time to reveal the brutal truth, to force her to face the reality she' d so gleefully ignored, and to finally take back my shattered life./1/134998/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1b3b21ad49e4a52e6ff265a2216465c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Secret Heiress Strikes Back
For three years, I hid my identity as the billionaire heiress of North America's top sports conglomerate to play the role of a submissive, penniless orphan married to NHL star Harrison Kensington. But just days before our PR contract ended, I woke up to him towering over me, violently accusing me of drugging his champagne. His childhood "savior," Vanessa, had bribed a waiter to frame me, and Harrison believed her without a second thought. Looking at me with pure disgust, he defended the woman who set me up and coldly reminded me that I was nothing. His mother and sister quickly joined in, publicly humiliating me and threatening to blacklist me from every menial job in Boston. They had completely forgotten that my anonymous thirty-million-dollar injection was the only thing keeping their arrogant family from total bankruptcy last winter. Staring at the man I had humbled myself to love, the last fragile thread holding my chest together snapped clean in two. I couldn't understand how three years of quiet devotion couldn't compete with a few fake tears from a scheming liar. Without a word, I drafted a divorce agreement, waiving all claims to his nine-figure fortune, and walked out of the hotel. At the curb, a jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting. "Lady Serena, your three-year trial is over. It is time to come home." Taking the unlimited black Centurion card from my butler, I wiped away my tears. The submissive Mrs. Kensington was dead, and it was time to show them what real power looks like./1/103202/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e6e59d0419566d622c3c5e879f1532c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blizzard Betrayal, Phoenix Revenge Rises
For ten years, I was the family pariah, framed for a crime that destroyed my brother's career. My husband, Mark, never believed my innocence. Instead, he fell for the lies of my sister-in-law, Elsa-the woman who orchestrated my downfall. On our tenth anniversary, he stood me up to celebrate with her and our daughter. When I finally confronted him with divorce papers, he threw me out into a blizzard. My own daughter looked at me with cold, dismissive eyes. "Elsa said she should have been my mom." Left to freeze on the side of the road, my heart didn't just break; it turned to ash. The decade of abuse had finally killed every last bit of love I had. But I didn't die. A stranger saved me, and with his help, I found the one piece of evidence I needed to burn their world to the ground. Now, at the divorce settlement, I look at their smug faces and press play on a hidden recorder. "The world will soon know exactly who owes whom."/0/20792/coverorgin.jpg?v=83a4bcf731116c2a3ba2aed23e5b4c7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Love With You The Second Time
She was once a statue molded into a human woman, sent to accompany a man the goddess thought she loved. Instead, she suffered a tragic end while being denied the very fate she was commanded to fulfil. Now reincarnated suddenly without her memories into the body of a woman who resembles her entirely, Chu Xin Ran must fulfil the destiny she is reborn for and find out her host's connection with the strange but handsome man who has brought her to hospital, Jing Yue./1/114558/coverorgin.jpg?v=277be6356cbab92bfb2696fa85163ee8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Erase My Love, Forget His Face
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern. I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for. The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me. The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world. So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject./0/22739/coverorgin.jpg?v=55eec7bd8c6ddef6ed23f46ede30247b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Novelist And The Superstar
She is a simple girl who had a dream of being a Novelist and her dream came true she became a Novelist. A girl who is passionate about her job, She is a person who makes everyone laugh and likes to keep her surrounding people happy. She is a literal mood maker. A positive, Childish, humble and pure soul of her makes everyone fall for her. She is beautiful inside out. She never shut her mouth a total blabbermouth. But anyone doesn't get enough of her. With all her work she is finding a companion for herself who is hardworking, lovely, who doesn't have a high temper. But will she find her idol type? Or a whole different guy who is not her idol type. Whereas him...............A Superstar. He dreamt of being one and is one. He is the whole package of handsomeness, really passionate about his work. He gets his way out even if the issue is huge. Loves his fans, loves to interact with them. They are his stress reliever. He is the one whom everyone wants but never gets. He is kind, appreciative and has a huge heart. But he never works hard but works smart, gets annoyed easily and has a high temper. He never disappoints his family, friends or fans. But he is too much busy in this all that he forgets about himself. He is too caught up to find his life companion and he doesn't care about it too. But what happens when he meets her? And gets to know her. Will they get together well or gets irritated by each other? Let's see............/1/121696/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e99f7a78714a21d3d782523f8da4c58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First
For four years, Kasie Carlisle played the flawless wife to the wealthy Byrd family heir. Then, a notification on their shared tablet shattered everything: a photo of her husband, Harris, naked in bed with her college friend. Before Kasie could confront him, her mother-in-law called. She'd known about the affair for months. She'd already prepared divorce papers. One million dollars to disappear quietly. "For a girl from your background, that's more than you could earn in a lifetime." Kasie smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. "My price is ten billion. And half of everything." She had the evidence. She had the leverage. And Margo had no choice but to sign. So Kasie played the oblivious wife while Harris, blind to the trap closing around him, paraded his mistress through their home, laughed as his friends mocked her in public, and dragged her across a ballroom floor when she finally fought back. Then came the black SUV, deliberately ramming her car off the highway. Bleeding and concussed in the hospital, she watched Harris storm in—not to comfort her, but to accuse her of staging a suicide attempt for attention. He threw her blood-stained anniversary dress in the trash. He whispered sweet nothings to his mistress on the phone while she lay in the next room. He never suspected a thing. Lying in the dark, Kasie felt the last ember of her love turn to ash. She had almost died, and he only cared about how it made him look. So she stopped fighting. Feigning complete defeat, she resigned from the family business, told Harris she was emotionally broken, and asked for a solo trip to Italy to clear her head. As Harris smugly booked her flight, believing he had finally tamed his disobedient wife, Kasie picked up her phone and texted her lawyer. "The fish is on the hook. Initiate phase two." He never saw it coming./1/120723/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d34d77694dbf78504fd0c882b1032ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Save My Coldhearted Billionaire Fiancé
Chloe floated above her own casket, a silent ghost watching her opulent Hollywood funeral. But when the mourners left, her weeping best friend Sabrina wiped away her fake tears and smiled. "I finally won," Sabrina whispered to Chloe's cold face. She confessed to orchestrating everything. She had paid for the acid attack that ruined Chloe's career, and she was the one who pushed Chloe off that fatal rooftop. Sabrina bragged about stealing Chloe's fame, her movie roles, and her fiancé, Adrian. Suddenly, the chapel doors burst open. Adrian strode in, his eyes feral. The cold, distant fiancé Chloe thought never cared about her had already uncovered Sabrina's entire conspiracy. He didn't hand her to the police. He dragged Sabrina into the basement and brutally mutilated her to avenge Chloe. Then, Adrian walked back to Chloe's casket, his confident stride completely broken. "A world without you is not a world I want to live in," he whispered. He pulled out a gun, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Chloe's soul shattered with agonizing regret. She had been so blind to Sabrina's venom and Adrian's profound love, driving the only man who truly cared for her to his death. Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of antiseptic hit her. She was strapped to an operating table, staring at a blinding surgical lamp. She was reborn, back on the exact day Sabrina planned to permanently ruin her face./1/101905/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d92174e5aecda81a5de02e73244adc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Served Scraps By My Cruel Husband
I was once the CEO of a pharmaceutical empire, but now I was a ghost in my own kitchen, forced to serve the husband who stole my life. Bolden didn't just take my company and frame me as insane; he sat with his mistress, Kandace, and forced me to eat their table scraps like a dog. They poisoned my father to seize his legacy, gaslit the world into believing I was unstable, and made me scrub floors until my hands were raw and bleeding. Every day was a performance of submission, a calculated risk to protect my infant son, Leo, from their cruelty. They thought my silence was defeat. They believed the drugs had turned me into a hollow shell, unaware that I had been faking taking them for weeks. When they bulldozed my childhood home and desecrated my father' s grave, the last ember of my old life died-and a cold, ruthless resolve took its place. Tonight, I' m not just escaping with my son. I' m taking the evidence of their murders and fraud with me, and I won't stop until their stolen empire burns to ash./0/92496/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d89d95b3624c742e462d5a08f2ef12e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love is not enough
Broken and shattered, Andre Torello contemplated suicide. Love failed him, it pierced his heart and left him bleeding. There's nothing left to hold on to, nothing is left when love has failed him. His fiancee left him, she kept him waiting while she walked the aisle with a richer man. He thought love was stronger than wealth and riches, he'd always believed that nothing can break love but it's all a fallacy. But what if love is waiting at the door? What if all he needed to do was glance in a different direction, but it was too late, Andre concluded. There's no love anywhere again. He'd been shattered by love; he is not ready to give in to its deception anymore. Love is cruel. But more than a lost love, something else was waiting, a throne and a lover and Andre Torello had only one option, accept it or get ruined forever./1/102554/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222438&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed By My Husband's Love
I was a star lawyer, undefeated in court. Then my husband and my rival framed me with fabricated evidence, landing me in prison and destroying my name. But the ultimate betrayal came after my release. My own adopted son, the boy I saved and raised, slashed my tires while my husband tampered with the brakes, sending my car flying off a cliff to silence me for good. The world declared me dead. For seven years, I' ve lived as a ghost, scrubbing toilets and hiding in the shadows while they built a perfect life on the ashes of mine. Now, they' ve dragged me back into their glittering world, using my son' s 18th birthday as the stage for their own engagement party-a final, public spectacle to humiliate me. They see a broken cleaner, a ghost they can easily dismiss. They're wrong. Tonight, I' m going live. And I' m bringing seven years of digital receipts that will burn their entire world to the ground./1/112612/coverorgin.jpg?v=72a9506140b303186dc549786324bc09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Lies: Marrying The Strict Colonel
I borrowed my wealthy best friend's identity to seduce Colonel Ethan Christensen. He was the powerful uncle of my ex-boyfriend, Kayden, who had brutally dumped me for a rich heiress. My revenge plan worked too well. Ethan fell deeply in love with my fake persona and proposed. But then he handed me a thick envelope: a top-secret military background check requiring fingerprints and ten years of history. My fake identity was about to be shattered. I faced federal fraud charges and prison time. More than that, the guilt was eating me alive. Ethan wasn't a pawn; he was a genuinely honorable man who promised to protect me. Terrified and exhausted by the lies, I typed out a full confession, ready to tell him everything and walk away. But right before I hit send, Kayden's new fiancée called to gloat about their engagement. Through the phone, I heard Kayden's voice, lazily mocking my low status. "Tell her to stay home. Tell her to find someone on her own level in the gutter." The rage burned away all my guilt. Why should I be the bigger person while they destroyed my life without a second thought? I deleted the confession and called my friend to hire a black-market hacker. I needed a flawless, forged background in forty-eight hours. I am going to marry Ethan Christensen, and I am going to smile when Kayden is forced to call me "Aunt."/1/100283/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251224110048&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married At Gunpoint: The Mafia Boss Chose Me
Riley Collins had never planned on an arranged marriage, but family duty-and the desperate need to save her comatose younger sister-pushed her to the altar. Halfway through the vows, her fiancé's identical twin burst in, claiming he was the real groom now. A gunshot split the air, guests dove for cover, and Luca Black dragged Riley off, ordering his brother dumped in the back row to watch their wedding. When the night came to its end, she wore a ring from the twin who ran a criminal empire, a man with her groom's face but a darker soul, and nothing about her life felt safe again./1/113910/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a11f96a650590e9411d88fe5189956a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
