Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge
I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak./1/124395/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5fb2d97617f6bebdea422e5e2dc2fd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Billionaire, Your Madness Belongs To Me!
When Natalie's hearing returned, betrayal was the devastating truth waiting for her. She repaid the cheating pair with sharp slaps, then took her sister's place in an arranged marriage. Her groom, Nathan, was rumored to be frail, vicious, and unable to satisfy a woman. Their wedding night, however, demolished every warning when he pinned her against the glass and challenged the rumor himself. Three relentless days proved the gossip laughably wrong. Later, her groveling ex begged her back. Nathan asked for a knife to deal with the "pest." Everyone saw a monster. Natalie alone knew his madness hid a love that burned only for her./1/123299/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ea3154944061419d327a5e1bc001573&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hideous Wife Is A Billion-Dollar Princess
Leyla sacrificed her face to save Kristopher, only to endure three years of humiliation in a loveless marriage. Her last hope died when she learned the "vitamins" he gave her were contraceptives-and watched him lavish money on his returning first love. She demanded a divorce and walked away with nothing. Then her true identity stunned everyone: she was the cherished daughter of a royal-level dynasty, backed by three powerful brothers. On the very first day of her divorce, a limo picked her up. her second brother had worked his magic-her scarred face was restored to its former radiance. And at the first banquet she attended, she made such a stunning entrance that jaws dropped across the room. As for her ex-husband-the one who'd never given her a second glance-he was completely blindsided. For the first time in his life, Kristopher felt the sharp bite of regret. Now, he was desperate to win her back./0/88956/coverorgin.jpg?v=35f2908bf921166e6fed8bd685e74784&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss
Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy./1/123480/coverorgin.jpg?v=87b6f0ec149ca7cbe012bbbe4b3b01a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Runaway Substitute Bride
Kara Sexton was the illegitimate daughter of the Sexton family, forced into a PR marriage with the disabled Benton heir as a disposable placeholder. But on the night before she was supposed to sign the divorce papers, her stepmother drugged her. She woke up in a stranger's hotel bed, stripped of her dignity and her late mother's precious silver locket. Terrified, she fled back to her toxic family, only to face their relentless cruelty. Her stepsister, Emilia—who had secretly refused the marriage because of the groom's injured leg—conspired to publicly humiliate Kara at their grandmother's birthday banquet. They framed her with a counterfeit designer gown and accused her of selling her body to a sugar daddy to afford her stunning appearance. "Where did you get that kind of money? Dare you deny that some old man gave you these things to show off with tonight?" Her own father and grandmother watched with cold disdain, ready to cast her out like garbage. Kara looked at these blood relatives who had stolen her dowry, pushed her into a loveless marriage, and were now trying to destroy her reputation. They thought she was just a weak, uneducated girl from the countryside who would silently swallow their abuse. They were wrong. Kara calmly summoned the original designer to expose her sister's fake dress, tossed a thirty-million-dollar priceless emerald on the table, and publicly ripped away the family's hypocritical mask. She didn't need their charity, and she was done playing the victim. And as she walked away from the ruined Sexton family, Domenick Benton—the billionaire stranger from that night—finally locked onto his target./1/123300/coverorgin.jpg?v=147de6386d9484241771ea27a25a677a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left In The Dust, Now I Shine Again
Evelyn was the true heiress, yet her family and fiancé chose an impostor. For ten years, she made herself invisible, believing obedience would earn their love. But it never did. When an accident left her near death, everyone sided with the fake daughter. Evelyn gave up, ended her engagement, and married a ruthless man said to be dying. After the wedding, she no longer hid her brilliance. One by one, her secret talents were revealed: artifact restorer, intelligence-agency founder, and mercenary mastermind. Evelyn thought she had mastered the art of disguise, but little did she know, her husband was hiding even more! His terminal illness? A lie. His status as an outcast? Another lie. Leaning close, he rasped, "Careful, darling. Another mask just fell."/1/118197/coverorgin.jpg?v=388319119d208de2bff08a0becac76b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sent Me To Jail? Now Watch Me Crush Them
Daniela thought finding her wealthy birth family would give her a future. Instead, they fed her to prison for their precious adopted daughter's hit-and-run. Five years later, scarred but unbroken, she walked free-only to be humiliated by the fiancé who had chosen her sister, the parents who called her pain dramatic, and the brothers who warned her not to disturb their princess. Daniela cut them off before the world and rose on her own. When they finally begged forgiveness, she only smiled. "Do I know you?" The ruthless magnate pulled her into his arms. "Anyone who had hurt my wife will pay."/1/110343/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd4e8269a7b208ebe8c7a769a0d2faaa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon
I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground./1/110647/coverorgin.jpg?v=29beacffc0e96b8cfd2210bc9ec24044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Trophy Wife, The Apex Predator
My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."/0/69834/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcc364f58e98a2ca005385db2508a9f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"/1/112885/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f89f9aa5575fef2797c90ec3c631a8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride For The Comatose Billionaire
After surviving twenty-one years in a brutal orphanage, I finally returned to my billionaire biological family with the silver pocket watch that proved my identity. But my relatives didn't care about me; they only loved Corie, the fake daughter who had stolen my life after our mothers switched us during a hospital fire. On my very first day home, the family faced total ruin over a thirty billion dollar debt. The creditors demanded a Dunlap daughter marry their comatose, vegetative heir to settle the score. Without a second thought, my grandmother and uncle pointed their fingers at me. They claimed Corie was too delicate and precious to spend her life nursing a corpse with a heartbeat. "You're used to hardship and deprivation," my grandmother sneered, demanding I fulfill my so-called family obligation to save them all. I looked at these strangers who had ignored my existence for two decades, expecting me to sacrifice my future just so a thief could keep enjoying my stolen wealth. They thought they were tossing an unwanted orphan into a living hell. But when I saw the medical file of the comatose heir, a cold thrill ran through my veins. It was Andres Gillespie. The man who had taken my innocence during a mountain storm four years ago, and the secret father of my hidden twins. I calmly set down my coffee cup and smiled at my arrogant family. "I'll do it. I'll marry him."/1/114003/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9f9048a34e5274a5639377bb7c955a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wild Heiress, Tamed Billionaire
When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing-no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test-and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."/0/63310/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc91aaf572997c7dd205f359ce88b11f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."/1/121815/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a6be4047c5db0d9e9c0162af8d03d58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Crowned: She's Now Her Own Queen
In her last life, Chelsey had been betrayed by the two people she trusted the most: her fiancé and her closest friend. Together, they conspired to destroy her. In the end, she died a humiliating death, stripped of all dignity. But fate gave her a second chance. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself reborn as another woman. Yet, the first person she saw in this new life was someone determined to end her-a man who happened to be her husband. Eventually, she got divorced and walked away without looking back. She became the laughingstock of the entire city, branded as nothing more than a disgrace. But little did they know, she was about to make a stunning comeback as a dazzling CEO. She crushed the cheaters, achieving unimaginable success in her career. Even her romantic life seemed blessed with extraordinary fortune. Even her ex-husband pursued her desperately. "Come back to me," he demanded. But she met his gaze with indifference. The Chelsey he'd known no longer existed. And she had no intention of ever going back to this toxic man./1/114374/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f8b09fc7d09181fb0e3eb7e822486df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Savior He Threw Away
Diana slipped on the penthouse stairs, her body emptying out as she miscarried her first baby. Gasping in a pool of her own blood, she called her husband, Curtis, begging for an ambulance. "Stop being dramatic and call the house doctor. I don't have time for your tantrums right now." He coldly hung up, and later forced her to put on a diamond necklace and attend a high-society dinner while she was actively losing their child. At the party, his mother and sister publicly mocked her pale face, while Curtis watched with absolute disgust. When she finally collapsed, he dragged her to his car, only to kick her out and abandon her on a freezing, dark highway in the middle of the night. His mistress, Carla, had faked a panic attack and claimed she was bleeding too, so he rushed to the hospital to comfort his lover, leaving his wife to bleed out on the asphalt. For three years, Diana had endured this hell, believing she had trapped him into marriage to save her father's dying company. She couldn't understand how Curtis could worship a manipulative fraud who stole the credit for saving his life years ago, while treating his real wife like garbage. But after surviving the night, Diana discovered the devastating truth: her father had willingly gone to federal prison just to buy her the protection of the Alston family name. Stripped of her illusions, Diana signed the divorce papers, giving up every single penny. She was done being their silent victim. It was time to remind them exactly who Diana Wilcox was./0/87013/coverorgin.jpg?v=03a545cda7f62154e8e6e3fea8e07fc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once./1/114893/coverorgin.jpg?v=453f38522c73613ebb066148a4185e49&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage. But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death. As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket. Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her. Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved. I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies. They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die. I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred. Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me? Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm. I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12. It was exactly three days before the world ended. When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly. "Just tell me where to send the money, Mom." This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry./1/124185/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc3cf2defbbd0121472f4d15fb882347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Came Back Hotter With The Heir's Love
Three-year-old Adria Carlisle was dragged out of a warm car into the freezing rain by her father, Herman Rich. He shoved her small body into the mud outside a dilapidated orphanage, stuffing a crumpled fifty-dollar bill into her teddy bear. "From today on, you don't have a father," he said coldly. He abandoned her in the storm just to steal the Carlisle family's vast fortune for his own wife and daughter. For seventeen years, Herman erased Adria's existence, officially declaring her dead in a tragic accident. Using her stolen inheritance, he elevated his biological daughter, Dolores, to the dazzling heights of New York high society. He even arranged for Dolores to marry Hudson Davenport, the ruthless king of the city's financial empire. Dolores was about to take Adria's rightful place in an ancient, ironclad marriage contract between the two powerful families. Did Herman really think a fabricated death could bury the truth forever? Did Dolores truly believe that stolen wealth and a stolen fiancé could belong to her without any consequences? On the day of the grand wedding, just as the priest asked if anyone objected, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom were thrown open. Adria Carlisle, now a terrifyingly powerful figure, walked down the aisle with the original contract in hand. "I'm not here to cause trouble," she announced to the stunned crowd. "I'm just here to take back what's mine. Including this wedding, and the groom."/1/125276/coverorgin.jpg?v=d80f2997267dfb14f2f1a2f328252f84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge
For seven years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress to the Carlisle fortune, running a small bakery in Brooklyn to secretly fund my boyfriend's hockey career. Just as he became a star player, I checked our joint account to plan a celebration, only to find the balance sitting at exactly $1.37. He had secretly wired millions of my money to his mistress and their three-year-old son. When I confronted him with the evidence, he didn't even try to apologize. "Scarlett is my savior. Let's just part on good terms. Name your price, how much do you want?" He scoffed at my silence, mocking me as a broke baker, and ruthlessly kicked me out of the luxury penthouse—completely unaware that I was the one who had paid for it. I had dropped out of an Ivy League school and sold my grandmother's jewelry to support him through his lowest points, only to realize I was just a walking ATM and the unwitting backdrop for his real family. Looking at his condescending face, my shattered heart finally turned to dust. I didn't scream, cry, or beg like he expected. I simply packed my suitcase, walked out into the cold night, and dialed a number I knew by heart. "Mom, I'll agree to the marriage with the Montgomery family." It was time to marry his biggest rival and show him exactly who he had crossed./1/124427/coverorgin.jpg?v=c365fae3e5b3a46a6bd6c738c81a1e4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
