Modern Books for Women
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Her Love Torment
Three years ago He accidentally fell from a building, resulting in a disability in both legs. The doctor said the hope of recovery was slim. I accompanied him to grasp that slim hope. Three years later, he recovered. He's once again a hotshot business tycoon. But he told his friend, "I have always been afraid to touch her, afraid to see her shrunken feet under her skirt, afraid I can't control my disgust..." But he didn't know, I lied to him. My legs have never had any problems./0/93821/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0a1b6822f45af9fcfd85a2698666a39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled Destinies: Chasing A Love Never Meant For Me
Christopher was every girl's unattainable dream, admired by many yet always distant. Only Rosanna experienced his tenderness, held close in his arms each night. When he spotted a tiny flaw in a necklace he gave her, he ordered every local jeweler banned. His devotion made life feel unreal, like an endless dream. She never guessed she was simply her twin's stand-in. Everything changed when her sister called, sobbing, "Let's switch back. I made a mistake." Reality struck-poverty, her sick mother, shattered dreams. What she didn't know was that Christopher's heart belonged to her all along. He also had no idea that she was the one he had been searching for.../1/103879/coverorgin.jpg?v=393cc01b8637d0242c4b46677b90e13e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Marriage Was A Lie, Her Happy Ending Wasn't
Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company. But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along. When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend." Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival. When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate. "She's already married—to me."/1/120426/coverorgin.jpg?v=17ddd72e7397bcee361c56cd961f0bdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The CEO With His Quadruplets
Camila Conner was resting in the VIP suite of an exclusive clinic, happily stroking her pregnant belly. She was carrying quadruplets, the ultimate blessing of her three-year fairytale romance with Wall Street titan Carlisle Reyes. But the door didn't open to her loving fiancé. Instead, his cold-faced assistant walked in and threw a document onto her bed. "Sign this. Miss Seraphina needs an immediate transplant," he said, revealing a Bone Marrow Donation Consent Form. Through a chilling speakerphone call, Camila discovered the horrifying truth. The romantic chance encounter, the perfect dates, the fairytale proposal—it was all a meticulously crafted lie. She wasn't his soulmate; she was a perfect genetic match for Seraphina, his childhood friend. Because Seraphina couldn't wait, Carlisle ordered the doctors to perform a forced induced termination. He knew forcibly inducing a high-risk quadruplet pregnancy would cause a fatal uterine rupture. As she was dragged to the operating room, her water breaking and contractions tearing through her, she listened to the man she loved quantify her soul. "Children can be replaced. Camila's death is an acceptable cost," Carlisle told the doctor. The tender kisses and whispered promises were nothing but a calculated investment to harvest her body as a backup marrow bank. Pushed to the brink of death, her shattered heart hardened into pure, absolute hatred. With the secret help of a sympathetic nurse who altered her records to declare her dead on the operating table, Camila crawled into a dark ventilation shaft. She was leaving her old identity behind, and if she and her babies survived this night, she swore she would return to destroy the monster who created them./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./1/115235/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528144534&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire
I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me. Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice. "The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one." Alvie didn't even blink. He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit. He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement. The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor. A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity. In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames. Then, I violently jerked awake. I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin. I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering. The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both./0/50021/coverorgin.jpg?v=78521fb75c7f440e6c07795236a4b2ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By CEO's Desire
Richard, a domineering businessman, and Elin, his legal advisor, were entangled in a secret affair. They intended to part ways quietly, but Richard found himself unable to release his hold on her. "Elin, do you really think you can leave me?" he questioned. He had a hand in ruining her career and tarnishing her reputation. Remembering this, Elin replied icily, "To me, you're just an expensive escort." In response, Richard cornered her against a wall, his declaration firm. "You belong to me. I'll see who dares to touch you." Who would emerge victorious in this entangled relationship?/1/120751/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260618183127&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Heir's Unwanted Obsessive Love
Nina had one simple goal in this godforsaken novel world: to be killed in a fit of unrestrained rage so she could finally return home. Her perfect target was her impulsive brother, Ryan. To push him over the edge, she publicly humiliated his lifelong crush, Ashleigh, in the school cafeteria, practically begging him to strike her down. She stood there, covered in spilled food, eagerly waiting for the fatal blow that would end her misery. But the blow never came. Instead, Ryan accidentally overheard Ashleigh mocking him behind his back, calling him a mindless puppy. The revelation shattered his blind devotion instantly. When Ryan finally looked back at Nina, his eyes weren't filled with the murderous fury she desperately needed. They were filled with agonizing, soul-deep guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispered, taking off his varsity jacket to cover her stained clothes. Nina was utterly horrified. The next day, he broke up with Ashleigh, started cutting Nina's steak for her at dinner, and secretly bought her favorite breakfast. This twisted, sickening display of brotherly affection was a thousand times worse than his fists. Her perfect suicide plan was completely ruined. Why was her chosen executioner suddenly acting like a devoted protector? How was she supposed to die now? As the housekeeper announced the impending return of the family's cold-blooded true heir, a chilling new plan formed in Nina's mind. It was time to target the real monster: Julian./1/101933/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef3ee342e86f0746fbb73a197830f548&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unfortunate Card of Lies
For ten years, I waited for my childhood sweetheart, Adonis, to marry me. But every year, our future was delayed by a ridiculous family ritual where he had to draw a "Fortunate" tarot card. For three years, he drew the "Unfortunate" card, enduring brutal penance that left him scarred and broken. I believed it was fate. Then, on the fourth year, I saw him draw the Fortunate card. My heart soared. We were finally free. But in a swift, practiced move, he swapped it for an Unfortunate one, choosing more suffering. I was frozen in shock. Later, I overheard him confess to his cousin. He' d been swapping the cards for four years. He couldn't marry me yet because of his assistant, Ariel. She' d threatened to do something drastic if he left her. He said he owed her. My world shattered. Every lash he took, every moment of pain I shared, was a lie. A charade performed for another woman. He had chosen his guilt for her over his love for me. He even accused me of monstrous cruelty based on her lies, shouting, "I can't believe I wasted ten years on someone so vindictive. Apologize to Ariel. Now." That was the moment I knew the man I loved was gone. So, I left. I flew to Hong Kong and married another man. But just as I found my new beginning, Adonis burst in, his eyes wild with regret, begging me to come back. And right behind him was Ariel, her face twisted with madness, a gleaming knife in her hand./0/93822/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d349704d7e5ae10cc05314b014a0e50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Free At Last, Untouchable Now
For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."/1/103880/coverorgin.jpg?v=82e97897369075687b1c88ea078e2a2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Tragedy To Triumph: The Bride Who Defied Fate
A car crash robbed the man she loved of his memory, only for him to fall for her cousin. Grieving the loss of her parents, Nicole faced a broken home and an arranged marriage to a man rumored to be cruel, blind, and crippled. The town whispered about her looming misfortune, certain she would crumble. Instead, Nicole stunned them all-an architectural prodigy, tech powerhouse, and medical genius. Her so-called disabled husband revealed himself as a casino king and the wealthiest man in town. Relatives pleaded for mercy, and her ex tried to buy her back, but her husband only scoffed. "Keep dreaming."/1/114587/coverorgin.jpg?v=be37b21f08af2a9a5ffcf51ed653d017&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The Billionaire's Cruel Contract
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend. But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew. When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment. A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate. Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face. "We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother." He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt. Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul? "Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered. Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground./1/105827/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e728f52b80f0c253276a6f61a582ec4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Revenge: No More Mrs. Montgomery
I’m a top surgeon at Mount Sinai, but at 432 Park Avenue, I’m just the invisible "placeholder wife" of Fletcher Montgomery. After three months of silence, I didn’t hear from my husband; I found out he was back in New York via a news alert tracking his private jet. When he finally walked into our penthouse, he didn't bring a greeting—he brought the scent of another woman’s perfume and a heart full of ice. He looked at me with pure revulsion, telling me he was "tired of looking at mistakes" before slamming the bedroom door in my face. The humiliation escalated the next morning when his mother cornered me with a divorce agreement, calling our seven-year marriage a "charity project" that had run its course. She reminded me I was a "peasant" who owed the Montgomerys for saving my reputation, even as I spent my days saving lives in the OR. At a family dinner on Long Island, Fletcher turned our private struggle into a public execution. In front of his entire elite clan, he sneered that I should stop fixing other people’s hearts and figure out why my own womb was a "wasteland." When I tried to defend myself, he dragged me into his car, only to kick me out on a dark, rain-slicked street in Queens. I stood there shivering in a thin blouse, without a phone or shoes, watching his taillights disappear while a group of men whistled at me from the shadows. I couldn't understand how seven years of devotion ended with me barefoot in the mud, or why the man I once loved now treated me like a stray he regretted picking up. The injustice burned hotter than the freezing rain, fueling a cold, surgical rage I hadn't felt in years. I eventually made it back to the penthouse, but I wasn't the submissive wife anymore. I rescued my cat from the freezing terrace, fired the malicious house manager, and deadbolted the master suite from the inside. When Fletcher’s assistant called, I gave him a simple message: "Tell him the locks have changed, and the war has officially begun."/1/106476/coverorgin.jpg?v=cba45b8d387f243cb04774b62af3a235&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything./1/114263/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2eb475f06b1312fa94e416bf91c4ca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
To the world, I was the perfect, placid wife of Giovanni Baldwin, the King of Wall Street. But at the pinnacle of New York's social calendar, he deliberately flicked his wrist, splashing his red wine all over my white silk gown to publicly humiliate me. When we got back to the penthouse, he shoved me to the cold marble floor in front of a life-sized portrait of his dead lover. His fingers wrapped around my throat as he ordered me to clean up the stain like a servant. To break me entirely, he froze my accounts, aggressively targeted my secret fashion company, and heavily sedated my disabled brother to maintain legal control over him. When his dead lover's sister committed massive corporate fraud, Giovanni ruthlessly framed me for the crime, forcing me to stand before flashing cameras and take the fall just to keep her out of prison. Looking at his triumphant smile backstage, the last ember of the girl I used to be turned to ash. I finally understood that our marriage was nothing but a hostile contract, and I was just a disposable scapegoat for his endless grief. "This is no longer about escaping. This is about justice." I took off my wedding ring, liquidated every cent of my hidden personal assets, and ordered my team to launch a ruthless hostile takeover of his entire empire./1/101934/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222101&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Secret Family
I took a bullet for my husband, Colt, a decorated Delta Force operator. The injury left me barren, but he swore I was all he ever needed. Seven years later, I found him in a restaurant with another woman and a six-year-old boy who looked just like him. The boy called him "Dada." My world shattered when I learned his family, his friends, and even my own father knew about his secret life. They all watched as he paraded his mistress, Chelsey, and their son, Jemal, in front of me. He even admitted I was just a "means to an end" for his family's legacy. When Jemal went missing, Chelsey accused me of kidnapping him. Colt believed her. He locked me in our cellar for three days, a punishment for a crime I didn't commit. "He's not a bastard!" Colt roared when I questioned if the boy was even his. "He's my son! My blood!" But his eyes darted away, filled with uncertainty. As I stumbled out of the cellar, bruised and broken, my best friend arrived. "The divorce papers are filed, Em," she whispered fiercely. "It's done." I looked back at Colt, standing stunned on the porch. His empire of lies was crumbling, and I was finally free./0/70138/coverorgin.jpg?v=a37b43432af8f51ba2cbb741b62a208a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Family of shadows
Celestine Hazel's perfect life is shattered when she uncovers a hidden world of crime, betrayal, and dark family secrets. As her father's sinister connections to a criminal syndicate come to light, Celestine is thrust into a battle for her future and her family's legacy. With the help of Ronald, her boyfriend, and Caroline, her estranged aunt, Celestine must uncover the truth behind her mother's death and decide whether to protect her family's name or break free from the shadows that have held them captive for generations. Will she survive the truth, or will it destroy everything she's known?/1/124970/coverorgin.jpg?v=0eb12de983b9c61978b1a3a75838c189&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Severed
She was his most valuable asset and his most guarded secret. He threw her away without a second thought. Now she’s fighting for her freedom, and he’s using every weapon in his arsenal to break her. For seven years, Jaylyn Brennan was Haiden Holland’s secret weapon. She was his brilliant, relentless fixer at Holland Corp and his fiercely loyal lover in the shadows. Her life revolved around him, her loyalty absolute. That was until she walked into his penthouse and found Haiden with a sweet-faced socialite, Evie Mcmillan, perched on his lap. Haiden didn't just end it; he eviscerated her. In front of his new plaything, he mocked her as disposable, a mere convenience to be discarded. Humiliated and heartbroken, Jaylyn did the only thing she could: she walked away, blocking his number and vowing to start a new life. She even found a path to peace in a gentle, promising new relationship. But Haiden refuses to let her go quietly. He paints her as the other woman, a dangerous obsession he can't shake. He uses his power to trap her at the company, forcing her to work on a critical project so she can't resign. Just as she begins to rebuild her world, Evie’s fragile, innocent act shatters into chaos, and Jaylyn finds herself on the receiving end of a violent attack engineered by her rival. Bleeding and concussed in a hospital bed, Jaylyn doesn't receive an apology from Haiden. Instead, she gets an accusation. “Stop pretending,” he sneers, his gaze cold. “I’m only here to make sure you don’t die and leave Evie with psychological trauma.” He then has her locked in her ward to keep her from causing any more trouble for his new girlfriend. For seven years, she gave him everything. Her youth, her ambition, her unwavering loyalty. In return, he gave her a prison sentence and a shattered heart. But this is the last straw. Lying in that sterile room, staring at the locked door, the last shred of love for him dies. She picks up her phone and texts her new lawyer for help. It's time to sever every tie, burn every bridge, and escape this toxic cage at any cost. Because she’s done being his secret. Now, she’s ready to be his nightmare./0/58458/coverorgin.jpg?v=87bb321e81d738dfc7988351ebac0733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Online Romance Scammer
I posted my beautiful photos online. Someone commented below calling me a scammer. I thought it was a joke to get my attention, but when I came back, my social media was exploding. Hundreds of people were mentioning and messaging me to return their money. I was confused and when I checked the comments, there were already hundreds of them calling me a scammer. Someone even explained the situation and got a lot of likes: "This handsome guy and beautiful girl were in an online relationship and got scammed for 8500 yuan."/1/135028/coverorgin.jpg?v=adae51c339fe729c34b88abad78964c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
