Modern Books for Women
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The Fiance's Betrayal: A Sister's Fury
After years hidden away, recovering from the fire that stole my old life, my meticulously crafted new identity as Ethan White was finally ready for a fresh start in Chicago, a surprise apartment from my sister, Sophia, waiting. But the key had barely turned in the lock when men burst in, led by Sophia’s fiancé, Rick Harrington, who saw not a brother returning home, but a stranger to be eliminated. Fists flew, bones crunched, and the man who was supposed to be my future brother-in-law sneered about Sophia’s "pet project," convinced I was just some con artist. Every desperate plea for my sister to recognize me, every mention of my true name, Evan, was met with another blow, another sneer, my new face cementing their conviction that I was an imposter. Even Mac, Sophia's head of security who’d known me since I was a kid, only saw a trespasser, his eyes blank with no recognition despite my desperate cries. As darkness swallowed me, battered and unrecognizable, the cruel irony was a bitter taste: the new identity Sophia had painstakingly crafted to keep me safe was now the very thing sealing my doom at the hands of her own fiancé. How could the security measures meant to shield me become the weapon used against me by the one person I was supposed to trust, the one who was about to marry my sister? Little did Rick know, a shattered phone with a single photo and a mother's heirloom would soon unravel his web of lies, bringing Sophia face-to-face with the brother she thought was safe, and unleashing her terrifying fury for justice./0/84103/coverorgin.jpg?v=152f212fd2d2058ab1bd102ab11e9aaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play
My final prenatal appointment was today, but the drive turned into a nightmare. Now, I lay on a gurney, pregnant and bleeding, the world a blur of flashing lights. My husband, Matthew Scott, the golden boy ADA, was here, but his entire focus was on Sabrina Lawrence, his childhood friend, not me. "Get her out! She' s critical!" he screamed, as I rasped, "Matthew, the baby…" He didn' t even turn his head. A colleague dismissed my cries, telling me Matthew was stressed, Sabrina seriously injured. Just like my first life, this scene repeated. I had lived this betrayal before. Then, he pushed me off a gurney at the crash site, left me bleeding out on the asphalt while paramedics tended to Sabrina, believing his lie that I was hysterical and "faking" my injuries. My baby, our baby, was taken from me. The police officer later told me, "Your husband is a respected Assistant District Attorney. He's worried you're having a panic attack." They loaded Sabrina onto a stretcher, Matthew hovering, his voice tender for her, walking right past me as I lay trapped in agony. How could he do this? How could his colleagues and even strangers so readily believe his twisted narrative, abandoning a pregnant, dying woman because her powerful husband deemed her "dramatic"? Why was her life, her baby's life, less valuable than a man's reputation? The pain, the crushing realization of his utter depravity, merged with the chilling memory of his hands pushing me to my death in my previous life. But this time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, as I lay there, abandoned and bleeding, the familiar darkness wasn't the end. It was the beginning of my reckoning. He thought I was just a placeholder? He was about to find out what happens when a placeholder decides to burn the whole goddamn game board to the ground./1/103570/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223348&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Wife, Billionaire Husband's Vengeance
My step-brother and his girlfriend ambushed me in my own penthouse, their eyes burning with a hatred I' d never seen. They called me a thief, a whore, and accused me of trying to steal their inheritance with the "bastard child" I was carrying. Their fists and stilettos rained down on me. A final, vicious kick to my stomach ended everything. I felt the life inside me slip away, a crimson tide staining the marble floor. They celebrated, believing they had protected their "family honor." My desperate pleas that the baby's father was the powerful Jerimiah Mcpherson were met with scornful laughter. "That old man can' t have kids!" they sneered. As they bound my hands and threw me into the pool to finish the job, the door exploded inward. It was him. Jerimiah. My husband. The look on his face as he saw me, bleeding and broken, and understood what they had done to our child, was not just rage. It was the promise of a slow, agonizing hell they had just unleashed upon themselves./0/24729/coverorgin.jpg?v=176bacc8626aa93366f2ac86e495b145&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assassin- No Can Melt My Icy Heart
“Please don’t kill me, I will give you whatever you demand for” the man am about to kill pleaded. . “OH! You sound nice, gentleman, I have been paid, and the thing is, I don’t collect money twice. And according to what you said, I NEED YOUR LIFE, nothing else, than your LIFE” I said repeatedly and smile sheepishly. And the word LIFE keeps echoing in my brain. “I don’t mean that, please spare my life” he pleaded crying and trembling. “OH! SORRY! It’s too late, maybe when you come back in your next life, I can help you eliminate the person that asked me to terminate your life” I said with a smiling face. “Please I promised to pay you handsomelly if you spare my life” the man said shaking., “Fuck that up man, am a very honest person and never betrayed my partner. But I will give you a chance to say your last prayer and if you don’t have anything to say. I have a message I want you to deliver to my mother and siblings, just help me tell them I missed them a lot. “RIP” I said and pull the trigger, which pump out his brain with blood splitting out all over the place. “Ouch! Did I just killed him?. Ohh MY HEART JUST MELT, but is not my fault am a good girl you know. “I said and look at the man lieing lifeless on the floor” I nod my head in pity “I need to get out of here, I said and jump through the window. I Know people will soon be here cause of the sound of the gun. I will have used my silent pistol but the person, who gave me the job, said, he want his dead to be announced as soon as possible, so I need to draw people attention. Meet Alice Heron nickname TERROR. A very beautiful and smart lady. She’s very cool or should I say dangerous. Did I just say cool. Maybe she’s cool and fun to be with, but you can never predict, she’s the most dangerous and wanted assassin. She’s a comedian not a famous one but a community comedian, she’s makes everyone smile, but when she was sent to an household she makes them cry bitterly. I think she’s cool and at the same time dangerous like I said. None of the people she worked for have ever seen her face, because she’s always on mask wherever she’s out for a mission. Meet Tyler Harry nickname SMART. A very smart and rich military guy. He was choose to figure out the assasin that has been disturbing people’s live. “What happened when a job was given to TERROR to kill SMART. The two smart people are on a mission of each other. Do you think she will succeed in killing him?. Do you think he will succeed in bringing her out to the world, has the most wanted assasin?. Do you also think they will fall in love? Grap your popcorn now and let’s go on a mission to watch the thrilling moment that’s about to be shown on our screen./0/44845/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c5e2f5f763db1ce2a36a28bb4ed18e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Healed by the Super Power
In a world where medical science has failed them, two families are left to deal with devastating brain diseases. The Graham family; Sharon and Ray Graham where Ray suffers from a debilitating illness that has left him paralyzed and unable to care for himself. Sharon has become his caregiver, and their lives are consumed with the daily struggles of his condition. She's even consumed with a dilemma - whether to remain in their mansion or move to a senior community. Meanwhile, the Smith family comprises Don, Joan, and their daughter Edith. Edith has been diagnosed with a similar brain disease, causing Joan to abandon her family and Don to care for Edith alone. As the families cope with grief, they turn to a higher power for help. Each in their own way, Sharon and Don pray to the heavens for a miracle. And in a remarkable turn of events, both Ray and Edith experience inexplicable recoveries. The families are overjoyed but bewildered by what has happened. How did this come to be? Was it a divine intervention or a strange twist of fate? As they grapple with these questions, they begin to see their lives through a new lens. They are filled with a sense of gratitude and wonder at the possibility of a higher power. But with these newfound feelings comes uncertainty. They worry that the recovery might be temporary or that their loved ones may fall ill again. They also grapple with the implications of their experiences. How will they live differently now that they have been touched by a higher power? This uplifting and thought-provoking tale, "Above and Beyond" explores the complexities of fear, family, and the unexplainable. With its mind-blowing themes and gripping plot, this novel will captivate young and grown adults who believe in the extraordinary./1/116873/coverorgin.jpg?v=7537d001b254b13633ad9558e9195841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool
In my past life, I was treated like a mentally defective piece of trash by my family and forced to marry the paralyzed, ruthless billionaire, Charlton Moreno. I thought he would despise me, but when the yacht exploded, this terrifying man threw his massive body over mine. His blood soaked into my clothes as the blast tore us apart. Before I died, the cruel truth finally came to light. My family had been slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin for years, turning his legs into dead weight. They only used me as a filthy pawn to humiliate his bloodline and steal his fortune. And when I was no longer useful, I was stripped of everything and left to die in the gutter. Why did he protect a broken, uninvited stranger like me? Why did I let those greedy traitors destroy the only person who ever truly made me feel safe? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day my family shoved me, wearing a torn wedding dress, into the freezing foyer of the Moreno estate. "This is what you bring us? A mental defective?" I kept my head down, hiding the cold, calculating hatred in my eyes, and let my facial muscles go completely slack. This time, I will play the perfect idiot, I will cure his legs, and I will take back everything./0/89295/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3c97236702a214ea48a0d9ba234ce46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ten Years a Ward
For ten years, I secretly loved my guardian, Ethan Hayes. After my family fell apart, he took me in and raised me. He was my entire world. On my eighteenth birthday, I gathered all my courage to confess my love to him. But his reaction was a fury I had never seen before. He swept my birthday cake to the floor and roared, "Are you insane? I am your GUARDIAN!" He then mercilessly tore the painting I had spent a year on-my confession-to shreds. Just days later, he brought home his fiancée, Chloe. The man who had promised to wait for me to grow up, who called me his brightest star, had vanished. My decade of desperate, burning love had only managed to burn myself. The person who was supposed to protect me had become the one who hurt me the most. I looked down at the NYU acceptance letter in my hand. I had to leave. I had to pull him out of my heart, no matter how much it hurt. I picked up the phone and dialed my father's number. "Dad," I said, my voice hoarse, "I've decided. I want to come be with you in New York."/0/63988/coverorgin.jpg?v=6802c9f9e7aa311a884b3c32fd94c7bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Online Crush: The Actor's Secret
I have a double-door online dating partner. Every day, he sends me various half-naked videos of himself lifting weights, along with his sexy, low, husky voice. "I hope next time, I’m lifting you up, baby." One day, I was invited to participate in a variety show. I heard the aloof movie star gently sending flirtatious voice messages to his girlfriend. I excitedly snuck off to a corner to gossip with my online dating partner. But first, I received a message from him. "..." Can someone tell me why the voice message from my online partner sounds exactly like the movie star?!/0/42899/coverorgin.jpg?v=0bdef79e453cc517e8872cd195f7e2f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Single Dad
Most college-aged girls go to Europe to experience their sexual awakening. All I had to do was come home. Ford Dalton isn’t the kind of man I’d look at twice—because I can’t stop looking at him at all. We can’t take our hands off each other in the bar. Back at his house, it’s our lips. And in his bed? There isn’t a single part of us that’s not on fire. One night would never be long enough for Ford to show me every delicious thing he can do to my body./1/103571/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a8c87c42dc4543cc2822de0a3db7c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Broken Bond, Their Unending Pain
After our parents died, my brothers were my protectors. That ended the day they brought home Faye, a fourteen-year-old orphan they treated like a fragile doll, while I became part of the furniture. They gave her my vintage saxophone, my promised trip to Paris, and dismissed my symphony-my life' s work-as "noise." The final betrayal happened in the library. Faye deliberately tore my master score to shreds. When I tried to stop her, she faked an injury, and my brothers took her side without hesitation. "You are a jealous, manipulative child," Clinton spat, before burning the rest of my symphony in front of my eyes. They told me to get out of their lives. So I did. I accepted a ten-year isolated fellowship and vanished. Now, I've returned as a world-renowned composer whose work saved millions. When my brothers, broken by regret, finally found me and begged me to come home, I gave them a calm, professional smile. "I'm sorry," I said. "Do I know you?"/0/20188/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1b3f1e369497e78adc2befb475c912c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Doted On By The Mafia Boss
Out of humanity she saved his life but what did he do to her; instead of thanking her he took her in as his prisoner. But, she had no problem with it. She was more than just happy as long as she could adore this stone faced Adonis from a close radius. "Mr. Nguyen, can you buy me a teddy?" "Mr. Nguyen, can you change the curtains to pink?" "Mr. Nguyen, can I take your heart?" Little girl, the man you are fooling around with is the ruthless leader of the Mafia gang which rules over the shady underground community? Her acting with ignorance was bearabel but what made them have a jaw drop was when their heartless boss, who hardly let any woman near him, was especially doting and caring towards this little prisoner. But... Why this little fool who didn't even have an identity. Did she really move his heart or... resembled someone hiding in his heart. A funny and warm story of a dominant mafia boss and... a girl he picked up from street./1/116225/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a2f47d1d43c41cdeba896ee19c05656&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fake Wife Is A Genius Hacker
I was married to the city's celebrated FBI hero, Harrison Phelps. But when I was bleeding out on our floor from a miscarriage, he stepped right over me to attend a welcome-home party for his female partner, Brooke. "It’s not a baby yet. It’s just a clump of cells." He delivered those cold words and walked out the door. Later, during a live-broadcast bank hostage crisis, both Brooke and I were held at gunpoint. The hijackers made him choose one to live. Without hesitation, he chose Brooke, declaring her a "national asset," and left me to take a bullet to the neck. I barely survived the surgery, only to discover that our six-year marriage was a complete sham—he had never even legally filed the paperwork. He had also been intercepting my messages for years, systematically isolating me from my only brother. I had given up my brilliant career to be his obedient wife, only to realize I was nothing but a disposable pawn. Digging deeper, I uncovered an even more horrifying truth: Brooke's incompetence had caused my mother's death years ago, and Harrison had used his power to cover it up. Having narrowly escaped death, my grief was completely burned away by a cold, absolute hatred. I dragged out the sealed, dust-covered case containing my old digital arsenal. Under my old hacker alias "Pandora," I calmly began to dismantle the FBI hero's life, piece by piece./0/82807/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201105&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Golden Gamble
Ethan Cole, king of art authentication, wielded a legendary "Midas Touch." His sharp eye and impeccable reputation built an empire with his ambitious wife, Izzy Thorne, a titan of the New York art scene. Then, the unthinkable: a "lost masterwork" he vouched for, the Seraphini, was exposed as a masterful fake. His two-decade career shattered overnight. The ultimate blow came from his own home: Izzy, dismissing his claims of sabotage, stood by her slick protégé, Leo Vance, implying Ethan's 'rigidity' was to blame. The fallout was brutal. Ethan was systematically bankrupted, his office silenced. Years later, his gravely ill father and crumbling family business forced him back into the lion's den of the auction house. There, Izzy, with Leo by her side, publicly savaged him, outbidding him, then mockingly "gifting" him a worthless, grimy canvas. His drawing hand was 'accidentally' crushed. How could the woman he loved, his empire-building partner, be so utterly ruthless? Was this mere payback, or had deeper, sinister machinations been at play, orchestrated by the seemingly innocent Leo? Injured and stripped bare, the crushing weight of betrayal was unbearable. But Ethan Cole was no stranger to shadows. With his injured hand throbbing, his father's life on the line, he gripped his last hope: an ancient, filthy canvas from the auction's "unverified lots" no one else dared touch. He knew the greatest treasures hide in plain sight, waiting for the right touch. This was his desperate gamble, his last chance to save everything and unleash his legendary Midas Touch./0/38682/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c702c4b9f5cff596af993fbe3b85d77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cursed Boss: Stay Away From Me!
Valerie's greatest regret was taking up a job to work as Edwin's personal secretary. It turned out that loyalty didn't mean a thing to him. When he got tired of her after everything she had done for him in the past five years, he transferred her to the branch office without batting an eye. It was said that working at the branch office was harder. However, Valerie found herself enjoying every bit of it. She was happy because she was finally away from that jinx of a boss. A handsome hunk took interest in her. At the same time, she discovered that her father was a dying billionaire. All she had to do was nod and she would inherit his wealth. Life was full of ups and downs. As it turned out, working for Edwin was her down. Their paths didn't cross until some days later at a cocktail party. Edwin—who was so full of himself—sneered, "I see that you still haven't gotten over me. You even followed me to this party. How desperate can you be?" Valerie scoffed and clicked her tongue. "Hey, Edwin. I don't recall inviting you here." "Say what now? Oh, I see that the heartbreak affected your brain. You should seek help," Edwin retorted with a smirk./1/103572/coverorgin.jpg?v=6daba3e4c4d7ad37ccb73533844166f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife You Thought Was Gone
My perfect marriage shattered with an e-vite for my husband's son's first birthday-a son I never knew existed. The true nightmare unfolded at my own birthday party when his mistress, Hayden, had their son run to my husband, Chase, and call him "Daddy" in front of all our friends. In the ensuing chaos, Chase shoved me. I fell, hit my head, and miscarried the baby I had just discovered I was carrying. He left me bleeding on the floor to comfort his mistress and their child. But Hayden wasn't done. To eliminate me for good, she had me kidnapped and thrown off a cliff into a canal, whispering that Chase wanted me gone permanently. I survived. I faked my death and disappeared, channeling my pain into my work. Now, six months later, I'm accepting a prestigious award on international television. I see Chase in the crowd, a broken man rushing toward me, begging for forgiveness. This time, I'm the one who gets to walk away./1/126608/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a066e3467e74f56a86f18998e16cdac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir
For twenty-two years, I had believed I was the biological daughter of the wealthy Chapman family. Yet despite that, I was always treated like an outsider while they showered Jenna with love and attention. After a family dinner, Jenna deliberately threw herself down the stairs and cried that I had pushed her. My parents didn't even ask for my side of the story. My father coldly threw a DNA report on the desk and declared that I wasn't their biological daughter after all, and that Jenna was. They stripped me of my belongings, locked me in a dark storage room overnight, and kicked me out the next morning. They handed me an address for my supposed "real" parents, claiming they were ordinary working-class people, then tossed me a few dollars as a final act of charity to get me out of their sight. I couldn't understand how twenty-two years of family ties could be erased by a single fake tear. Even after I smashed a priceless vase to prove Jenna had never actually injured her ankle, they still looked at me with pure disgust. They threw me away like garbage just to protect the daughter they believed was truly theirs. But when I took the bus to the address of my supposed "poor" biological parents, I didn't find a run-down house. Instead, I found a sprawling estate. And standing inside was the billionaire tycoon behind Montgomery Sports Group. In his hands was a new DNA report showing a 99.999% probability of a biological match. "Welcome home, Madisyn," he said, his eyes rimmed red. "We've been searching for you for twenty-two years."/1/114279/coverorgin.jpg?v=99e441d4d2023648623281ac8c7ddaab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Penniless: The Billionaire's Secret Heir
On their seventh wedding anniversary, Kiley's billionaire husband, Aden, slid a thick stack of papers across the restaurant table. It was a petition for divorce. He was leaving her for his college sweetheart. Thanks to a ruthless prenup, Kiley was being thrown out with absolutely nothing. That very night, their young son Jules was rushed to the ER, bleeding profusely. The doctor's diagnosis was a death sentence: acute leukemia. When Kiley frantically called Aden for help, he dismissed the emergency as a simple nosebleed. "I'm not paying for this. Deal with it," Aden sneered, the sound of his mistress giggling in the background. To force Kiley to sign the divorce papers, Aden froze all her credit cards and canceled their son's health insurance. He refused to pay a single cent for the chemotherapy. Even Kiley's adoptive parents sided with the wealthy Aden, calling her a burden and telling her to stop fighting him. Driven to the brink of despair, with a dying child and no money, Kiley didn't understand how a father could be so monstrous to his own flesh and blood. Until a news article on a friend's phone caught her eye. It featured a fallen 9/11 firefighter hero from the ultra-wealthy Whitfield family. The man in the photo looked exactly like Jules, down to the very bone structure. Kiley's mind raced back to the fertility clinic and the anonymous sperm donor. Could this dead billionaire hero be her son's biological father? Looking at her sleeping, fragile boy, Kiley wiped her tears and crushed the divorce papers in her hand. She was going to find the Whitfield family, save her son, and make Aden lose everything he held dear./0/63665/coverorgin.jpg?v=97780fe05761d2c4d26a9578cf231167&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Lies Collapse, A Queen Emerges
For three years, Jessica endured a loveless marriage while her husband pretended to be impotent. His lies unraveled when a pregnant mistress surfaced. After six months of secretly collecting proof, Jessica threw him out and built her own billion-dollar empire. After the divorce, she transformed into an irresistible figure, attracting admirers. As she left her office one day, she met Kevan, her ex-husband's brother. He stepped in, confronting her. "Was I just a tool to you?" Jessica's lips curled into a calm smile. "How much compensation do you want?" Kevan's voice softened. "All I want is you."/1/101950/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe8a2c20c2b7ab56ab5c8e636efbdc46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Second Chance
My fiancé, Bentley Wise, heir to a New York real estate empire, promised we'd marry in 99 days. But after he saved a socialite, Frida Tanner, from a landslide, he spent those days repaying her "kindness," abandoning me at every turn. When Frida, driving distracted, killed my mother in a car crash, Bentley defended her at the funeral. "It was an accident, Adelle. You're causing a scene." He shielded my mother's killer, pushed me to the ground, and chose her over our ten years of love. Lying on the floor of the chapel, I watched him comfort the woman who destroyed my life. I knew then that our love was dead. I exposed their crimes online and fled to Paris to start over. But just as I found new love and a new life, Bentley appeared, begging for a second chance. "I'm so sorry, Adelle. Please, just come back to me." I refused, telling him I was with someone else. That night, Frida's mother, seeking revenge, had me kidnapped and left for dead. Bentley sacrificed himself to save me, taking the blows meant for me. As he lay bleeding, he pleaded, "Give me another chance. I'll do anything." I looked at the man who had destroyed me, then saved me, and said, "I have a new life now, Bentley. A life you have no part in."/0/83132/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b1f987ceecc4e97d60cd6302a7aca64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
