Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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He Called Me Gold Digger, Now He Can't Let Go
Three years ago, Scarlett traded her act of saving Asher's life for a marriage. Throughout their marriage, she gave up her own needs to care for him, losing herself in the process. Her devotion never earned her true affection-he saw her as nothing more than a gold-digger, his heart fixed on someone else. When the woman he loved returned, Scarlett quietly chose to step aside, ready to reclaim her own life. But after the divorce, the cold, controlling man she once loved couldn't let her go. He cornered her, his voice low and fierce. "You can only be mine!"/1/107450/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee1991f60b0e2d5877dfb87c8d42347b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Revenge: Silent No More
I spent three years as the silent architect of the Maynard family’s fortune, bound by an iron-clad NDA that turned me into a ghost. As Calhoun’s wife, I was the "silent asset," the one who saved their empire from the shadows while they took the bows and the credit. The betrayal started in a boardroom when my life's work was publicly handed to my incompetent brother-in-law, Conrad. But the real knife came later that night at the victory gala. I caught Calhoun in a VIP lounge, whispering promises to his sister-in-law, Bianca, as they plotted to strip me of my voting shares. When I tried to walk away, the Maynards struck. Bianca faked a pregnancy and threw herself in front of a car, framing me for attempted murder. My father-in-law gave me a brutal choice: rot in prison for fifteen years or sign an annulment forfeiting my inheritance, my identity, and my mother’s last sapphire necklace. They threw me out into a midnight storm with nothing but a trash bag of old rags. I knelt in the mud, watching the gates of the estate slam shut, realizing my entire marriage had been a transaction and I was finally out of stock. How could they steal my work, my name, and the only memory of my mother I had left? As I collapsed on the side of a dark road, a black Rolls Royce cut through the rain. Julian Montgomery, the Maynards’ most ruthless rival, stepped out and draped his cashmere coat over my shivering shoulders. He looked at me not with pity, but with predatory interest. I looked back and whispered the only thing that mattered. "Leverage."/0/83441/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc7b55fdad1bbaf9da25d66f2e62f99c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn in Flames: The Chief's Reckoning
The emergency sirens wailed, another Diablo Wind fire ripping through our valley, just like the last time. As an elite smokejumper and daughter of a Cal Fire legend, I knew these fires. I also knew my husband, Fire Chief Caleb, was supposed to be leading the fight. But in my last life, Caleb's betrayal cost me everything; he left me to die in a blizzard after our baby was stillborn, all because he loved Chloe, his childhood friend, more. Now, reborn into this same nightmare, I knew the fire wasn't the only threat-Caleb was using it as a cover for his affair with Chloe, burning through vital resources while abandoning his post. When I tried to reach out for aid, Caleb convinced his loyal friend, Sheriff Brody, that I was having a psychotic break, framing me as the arsonist. Brody, blinded by Caleb's lies, prevented my escape, causing me to fall and tragically lose my unborn child. Our town was devastated, and Brody's deputies were lost, all while I was held captive, my pleas ignored. Why did Caleb consistently choose deception and destruction? How could a man sworn to protect his community, his family, be so utterly monstrous, and then twist the truth to blame me? The injustice of it all, compounded by the loss of my child, ignited a cold, hard rage inside me, dulling the grief. But then, my sister-in-law, Maya, discovered undeniable evidence from a trail cam: Chloe wasn't just Caleb's mistress, she was intimately connected to "Phoenix," the eco-terrorist who started the fire. Brody, witnessing the true villainy and the devastation his blind loyalty wrought, broke down, offering me his absolute allegiance. With my new purpose forged in tragedy, I knew exactly how I would use his guilt and his position to systematically dismantle Caleb's world, piece by agonizing piece./1/105828/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0e4f26e42ee60e38e197fd8e79ad0c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy
I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him./1/115886/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d36ee132cdf211eb7907b096c019b55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Billionaire: The Doctor's Comeback
Aimee sat in the sprawling Manhattan penthouse, waiting for her billionaire boyfriend to return from a business trip. Then a breaking news notification popped up. It was a paparazzi photo of Hamilton holding a prominent socialite, announcing their upcoming corporate marriage. The medical records Aimee saw confirmed the worst: the woman was already twelve weeks pregnant with his child. When confronted, Hamilton didn't show a single ounce of guilt. He casually dismissed the baby as a mere "business arrangement" required by his family. He pinned Aimee against the wall and threatened to completely destroy her medical career. He swore to cut off her research funding, blackball her from every hospital in the city, and force her to live in the slums if she dared to walk away. He even sent his assistant with a Cartier diamond necklace, fully expecting her to accept the bribe and quietly play the role of his obedient mistress. Aimee felt a thick wave of nausea. She couldn't believe the man she had loved for years saw her as nothing more than a clueless toy whose dignity could be bought with filthy money. She took off his platinum necklace and placed his limitless black credit card on the marble vanity. "I would rather dig through the trash than spend another day as your pet bird." Aimee packed her faded medical scrubs into her old canvas suitcase and walked out into the freezing night, heading straight for the chaotic front lines of a public ER./0/85388/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210039&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark
My life as a celebrated chef was perfectly seasoned: a Michelin-starred restaurant, a demanding but respected father, and a beautiful fiancée, Chloe, who promised an empire. Then, one catastrophic night, I found Chloe, my love, in a passionate embrace with Liam, my supposed business partner, amidst the dry storage of my father' s restaurant. Rage, blinding and raw, consumed me. A fight erupted, sacks of flour burst, and cooking oil slicked the floor, transforming our kitchen into a powder keg. My ailing father, drawn by the chaos, collapsed, his eyes filled with disappointment, not at the scene, but at me. Chloe seized the moment, twisting the narrative: "He' s lost it, Dad! He' s going to destroy everything!" Liam, at Chloe's silent command, ignited a kitchen torch and tossed it into the spilled oil and flour. The world exploded in flames as Chloe dragged Liam away, screaming, "Ethan did this! He tried to kill us all!" I was left trapped in a roaring inferno with my dying father, his last breath a whisper against my hand. At the hospital, framed as the jealous arsonist, I learned my father died of a heart attack, not the fire. Chloe, pristine and emotionless, pressured me to donate skin grafts to Liam, the man who set the fire, repeatedly. I overheard her cold calculations: my "tragedy" was a marketing opportunity, and my subsequent injuries meant "no messy heirs to complicate the inheritance." They wanted everything, including my very essence, leaving me an empty shell. Liam, with a cruel smirk, taunted me, "Chloe' s with a real man now. Someone who can give her what she wants." I finally saw it all: a calculated, systematic destruction, orchestrated by the woman I loved. The pain, once crippling, ignited a new purpose; this was not the end, but the beginning of a war./0/99664/coverorgin.jpg?v=b44c1ab7c8151bed0fc902e3491468b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lie That Erased My Life
I thought I had my fairytale ending when I married Dayton Reed, the charming heir to a tech empire. But a car crash on our wedding day gave him amnesia, and his family used it as an excuse to erase me. For five years, I watched another woman, Cassidy, take my place, enduring their cruelty while clinging to the hope that my husband was still in there somewhere. Then I overheard him talking to his father. He laughed, calling his amnesia the "best performance of my life." He admitted our whole relationship was a lie-a way to atone for his family's role in my parents' deaths. In the same breath, his new fiancée announced she was pregnant. My love wasn't just forgotten; it was a joke. He had orchestrated five years of my torment, from the murder of my dog to the loss of our unborn child. He thought he broke me. He was wrong. Years later, I've rebuilt my life. And tonight, on a live news broadcast with the whole world watching, I'm going to expose every last one of his sins and burn his empire to the ground./1/126269/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded28f6da82a800e1fd380c2232bb4b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession
I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway. Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree. Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away. "Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors." We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother. Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own. When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning. I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door. But I wouldn't just be a broken victim. I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying./1/107451/coverorgin.jpg?v=352363b62c0f17fa6a3a17a3e604e875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Brother
I arrived at the hotel with Julian's favorite takeout, ready to surprise my fiancé before our big merger. But the moment I swiped the keycard, the silence of the hallway felt heavy and wrong. Inside, a red-soled stiletto lay on the marble floor-the same one I'd watched my best friend Lila try on at Saks last week. Through the cracked bedroom door, I watched Julian's back arch as Lila looked me straight in the eye and smiled, wrapping her legs tighter around him to mock my heartbreak. I fled to the penthouse to hide, only to find Grafton, Julian's "crippled" brother, waiting in the dark. To my horror, the man who was supposed to be paralyzed stood up from his wheelchair, gripped my chin with cold fingers, and forced me to sign a contract that gave him control of my family's shares. He knew about my mother's secret medical bills and used them to buy my silence, effectively turning my life into a calculated game of corporate chess. The betrayal tasted like acid, and the injustice of it all burned in my throat. My fiancé was a liar, my best friend was a thief, and the man now controlling my fate was a predator who had been faking his disability for years. I couldn't understand how everyone I trusted had turned out to be a monster. I was trapped between a man who cheated on me and a man who wanted to own me, with no way out and no one to turn to. But when Julian came looking for me, Grafton didn't hide; he stood tall, looming over me with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Help me destroy Julian," I rasped, realizing that to survive the Faulkner men, I had to become the most dangerous player of them all./0/38668/coverorgin.jpg?v=83a401358742ee2404d129d714faa17c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in Between
BLURB Bruce Clayton, a billionaire CEO in disguise seeking a normal life, comes into Ava's life and company and turns her life around. They fall madly in love and after Ava gets pregnant for Bruce, he disappears from her life the same way he entered, leaving her in ruins. Only for her to realize she never knew who the real Bruce Clayton was. Their companies are rivals and it seems that wherever Bruce and Ava go with their feelings for each other, trouble follows. Everything and everyone around them sets them up to be at war with each other but their love for each other was still there amidst the betrayal and thirst for revenge. With powerful enemies on both sides trying bring them down and the duties to their respective companies, will Ava and Bruce be able to come out of this battle for love and power strong? Or will they succumb to their enemies or even end up being the downfall of each other?/0/80522/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b2293c9e4abc74b3cfecd930172dc2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Quiet Vengeance
My husband, Michael, stumbled home one day, not with a briefcase, but a bundle. A baby, he claimed, "found" at a gas station. His too-loud voice, his darting eyes, the wads of cash he pressed into my hand—I saw through the charade immediately. My suspicions, honed by years of his subtle lies and secret Vegas trips, solidified. He wanted me to raise this child, a "blessing" he called it, while he preened as a selfless savior. For eighteen years, I endured Michael's arrogance, his mother’s thinly veiled disdain for my childlessness, and his endless stream of deceit. He believed me a naive, devoted wife, blissfully unaware of his true connections to the baby's birth mother, a woman named Jessica. He bragged about Ethan, "his" son, never knowing I was painstakingly uncovering every detail of his betrayal—the secret payments, the fabricated narratives, the hidden identity of Ethan’s real father, a man with dangerous ties. The injustice of his blatant lies, how he’d used me to build his perfect family facade, fueled a cold, quiet rage within me. I smiled, I nodded, I played the part of the perfect mother to Ethan, the brilliant son I adored. But beneath that placid surface, I was a strategist, meticulously gathering my evidence, waiting for the opportune moment. When Ethan was accepted into Yale, Michael decided it was time for his grand reveal: divorcing me to "reunite" with Jessica and "his" long-lost son at a lavish party. He thought he was orchestrating his ultimate triumph. He had no idea he was stepping into a meticulously crafted trap, two decades in the making, set by the wife he completely underestimated./1/125296/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2206eed3133174af40bfe2d3d2e28aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing the CEO: He Never Wanted Me Until I Left
For three years, Estella Mccarthy was the wife Alden Molina never wanted. She wore the ring. She attended his family dinners. She smiled beside the Wall Street billionaire whenever their marriage contract required it. And foolishly, somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him. Alden never did. The night they were supposed to have dinner together, Estella waited alone until his assistant finally texted her. “Mr. Molina will be staying at the Four Seasons tonight.” Not even a message from her husband himself. That was the night Estella asked for a divorce. Alden barely took her seriously. “If you’re trying to get my attention, there are easier ways to do it.” Then she rescued a half-starved stray cat and brought it home. Alden froze her supplementary credit cards. At a Molina family dinner, his mother looked straight at Estella and declared, “A marriage that fails to produce an heir is nothing more than a depreciating asset.” Estella waited for her husband to defend her. Alden kept cutting his steak. So she smiled and replied, “As talented as I am in an operating room, conception still generally requires the husband to show up.” That shut the table up. But Alden still didn't understand. He didn't understand when Estella moved out. He didn't understand when she left her engagement ring behind. He didn't understand even after he dragged her into his car for a “family emergency”—then dumped her beside a subway station in freezing rain the second a billion-dollar business crisis became more important. By then, Estella wasn't heartbroken anymore. She was done. Back at the hospital, a curious resident asked why no one had ever met her husband. Estella took one calm sip of coffee. “He died.” The resident nearly dropped her mug. “What happened?” “Sudden illness. He was an accountant. Very quiet man.” In one conversation, Estella Mccarthy turned one of Wall Street’s most powerful CEOs into a dead accountant. It was the most peace her marriage had given her in three years. And the Molinas had made one other mistake. They had spent years treating Estella like a gold digger who should be grateful Alden married her. They conveniently forgot why the marriage existed in the first place. The Molina family had come to her. They needed priority rights to the priceless medical patent Estella inherited from her late parents. She hadn't married Alden for his money. His family had married him to her for what she owned. Now the brilliant surgeon they never respected wants her name back, her freedom back, and every cent the law says belongs to her. Alden Molina always believed his wife would stay. Until she left. And suddenly, the woman he never wanted became the one woman he couldn't let go./1/115887/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d9dbb2618e8ec1c52ef662321d5e9ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: His Discarded Rose
On the night of our engagement party, I thought I had finally escaped the dark shadow of my mother's scandalous past. But my fiancé, Ashton, shattered my world with a single, cruel demand. He coldly announced he was marrying a wealthy executive for a business alliance, and I was to remain his secret lover in the shadows. He weaponized my mother's tragic suicide, claiming my ruined reputation made me unfit to be his official wife. When I firmly refused and threw the ring back, his new fiancée shoved me, shattered her own emerald brooch, and framed me in front of the arriving elite guests. "Look at her! A scandalous woman just like her mother!" Ashton didn't defend me. He pulled her close and watched impassively as the crowd poured wine over my head and kicked me to the marble floor. I curled up in the cold rain, unable to comprehend how the savior who once protected me from bullies had become my absolute worst tormentor. Why did he pull me out of the darkness only to bury me in it himself? But I refused to let history repeat itself and end up dead like my mother. Bleeding and drenched, I dragged myself up and climbed onto a private helicopter waiting on the roof. I left him and that cruel city behind forever. Eighteen years later, when I stood at the pinnacle of my industry with a loving husband by my side, a ruined, emaciated Ashton finally found me, begging for a single glance./0/72411/coverorgin.jpg?v=433e2a1ee81d6224c5826748ae6cd429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sinful Temptation: Mr. Playboy Zillionaire Pleads For My Return
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"/0/85389/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210037&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears a Wedding Ring
The sterile scent of antiseptic always brought me back. It was the smell of my last death – broken and bleeding in a dark alley. But this time, I wasn\'t dying; I was walking into Senator Maxwell' s garden party, my husband, Professor Ethan Thorne, adjusting his tie beside me. To the world, he was a rising academic star. To me, he was my future murderer. Just hours ago, in a lifetime I' d miraculously escaped, his accomplices left me for dead after his brilliant scheme to have his lover, Holly Summers, "save" the Senator' s granddaughter backfired, permanently disfiguring little Lily Maxwell. His last words echoed in my mind, "Make sure she doesn' t talk." I\'d loved him, trusted him with my life, and he' d thrown it all away for power and wealth. Now, he asked, his smile perfectly crafted but his eyes calculating, "Liv, are you ready? Holly is already in the garden." He saw his naive wife, the talented musician. He couldn\'t see the ghost in my eyes, the cold resolve that now fueled me. He had no idea he was looking at the woman who would orchestrate his ruin. I had been given a second chance. Not for love, not for happiness, but for justice. The game had just been reset, but this time, I was writing the rules./0/79549/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527074913&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Bride to Scorpion's Heir
My wedding day was perfect. The Arizona sun, desert blooms, the man of my dreams at the altar. Ethan. My father, Senator Daniel Reynolds, a pillar of the community, walked me down the aisle, his pride evident. It was all a beautiful lie. Just as I reached Ethan, he pulled out a DEA badge. "Senator Daniel Reynolds, you're under arrest." Chaos erupted, a shot rang out, and my father fell, dead. Ethan's cold eyes delivered the final blow: "It was an operation, Ava. Nothing more." My world shattered. I was discarded, questioned, abandoned. The man I loved blocked me, his job done. But the depths of my betrayal didn't stop there. I soon unearthed my mother's secret. Her "hiking accident" was no accident; she was a DEA agent, investigating my father, and killed by his cartel. My life, a cruel charade. How could everything I believed be a lie? My loving father a drug lord? My gentle mother a secret agent? My fiancé, a calculating spy? The injustice burned, fueling a fire hotter than any pain. Now, Ava Reynolds is dead. Ava is no more-only Alma remains. I will turn my pain, my rage, into a weapon. I will infiltrate the heart of the cartel that stole my mother. I will make them pay. Even if it means using the very man who broke me./1/101936/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd92856603c1ab73055b92f1d3a8e68d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiance's Deadly Betrayal
A week before my wedding, my fiancé' s sister-in-law, Kimberlee, ran me off a bridge. As I lay dying in the wreckage, my fiancé, Deacon, rushed past me to comfort her, barking at the paramedics to prioritize her "superficial" shock over my fatal injuries. He forced my crushed hand to sign a waiver absolving her of all fault, then left me to die in the rain. "She's just trying to get attention," he muttered. "Kimberlee is the priority. She almost died." I watched as a ghost while he ignored the pleas of my colleagues to perform the life-saving surgery I needed. He even told my mentor he wished I were dead. Then, he proposed to Kimberlee with my ring. My love for him finally shattered. I was dead, my career was being destroyed, and my murderer was wearing my ring. But death wasn't the end. It was a front-row seat to their betrayal, and I was tethered to the man who let me die, forced to watch every single moment./0/58460/coverorgin.jpg?v=19a4fea0e89d1ad8e3aa67c4c116bdef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarried To The False Heir
Tristan is the real young master in the drama. His father said, whoever between him and his brother first has a grandson, will be able to inherit billions of assets from the family. Three years after getting married, he was honest and sincere: "If you can't get pregnant, but she is pregnant, I can only choose her. You know how important a child is to me, right?" I twitched at the corner of my eye, but still didn't tell him the truth. Later, I married his brother and went to his house for dinner while pregnant. He said, "How is this possible? You clearly can't give birth!" Everyone looked at each other, and finally I broke the silence: "Tristan, why don't you go check it out?"/1/113941/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528085417&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red
Harlene was locked out of her own family's estate in a freezing blizzard, still trembling from a severe panic attack. Her mother delivered a cold ultimatum through a security screen: attend her golden-child sister Estella's award gala, or lose her medical funds. To make it worse, her ex-fiancé, Dennis, had chimed in to call her embarrassing and pathetic. At the gala, Harlene was treated like a diseased outcast. Dennis fiercely protected his new lover, Jailyn—the very woman who had stolen Harlene's designs. But the ultimate betrayal came when Estella flaunted a silver-embroidered antique dress. It was Harlene's grandmother's dress, her only pure memory of love, handed over to the enemy as a trophy. When Harlene demanded answers, her own father slapped her across the face in front of the press, just to protect their pristine image. They had stolen her career, her fiancé, and her inheritance, all while branding her the crazy, unstable daughter. The sheer hypocrisy and cruelty finally severed the last thread of her sanity. Why should she play the silent victim while they played the perfect family? Instead of crying, Harlene smiled. She drew a hidden dagger, slashed the antique dress to ribbons, and dragged Estella and Jailyn to the center stage. Standing under the blinding spotlight with a bloody blade, she looked out at the terrified crowd. "The Beaumont family is done hiding," she declared into the microphone. "Tonight, the curtain falls."/0/82794/coverorgin.jpg?v=93fad9bf18a869a6622165e6c459f947&imageMogr2/format/webp)
