Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Idiot Bride And Her Crippled Tyrant
For ten years, Areli was left to rot on a rural pig farm, known to everyone as the Battle family's brain-damaged, illegitimate daughter. When the family faced bankruptcy, they desperately needed a daughter to marry Finn Branch—a violent, paralyzed billionaire—to save their cash flow. "I am not spending the rest of my life pushing a wheelchair!" her legitimate half-sister screamed. So, her father dragged Areli back to New York. They locked her in a damp basement, threw cheap candy at her like a stray dog, and forced her into a cheap, ill-fitting gown. At the wedding, Finn didn't even show up. Instead, his best man walked down the aisle holding a fat white rabbit to exchange vows with her. The cameras flashed as the crowd mocked her slack-jawed, drooling face, making her the ultimate laughingstock of Manhattan's elite. Her family sneered from the front row, celebrating that they had successfully fed a useless idiot to a monster just to save their wealth. They truly believed she was a pathetic puppet who couldn't even string a sentence together. But they didn't know the car crash hadn't scrambled her brain at all. Beneath the dirty dresses and vacant smiles, Areli was "Spectre"—the Dark Web's most lethal hacker and assassin. She hugged the rabbit, flashing a bright, foolish smile at the cameras. It was time to use her terrifying new husband as a shield, and tear the Battle family down to the studs./0/85728/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210440&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Betrayal, My Freedom
My wife, Sarah, started acting strange about a week ago. She was walking on eggshells, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. Then came dinner, where she sprung it on me: "I was looking online and found a great clinic that does comprehensive health check-ups. They have a couples' package." It sounded reasonable, but the forced casualness in her voice made my stomach tighten. We were both in perfect health. I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw not concern, but a desperate, calculating fear. "Sarah, what' s this really about?" I asked, and the pretense of a normal dinner shattered. She confessed, not with words, but with a flinch: this was about Mark, her childhood sweetheart, who was dying and needed a kidney. The "comprehensive health check-up" was a screening – for me. "He' s not my ex-boyfriend!" she cried. "He' s my friend! And I' m just asking you to get tested. That' s all. It' s just a blood test. It' s not a big deal." Not a big deal? My body, my organ, reduced to a spare part. Then came the ultimate bargaining chip: "If you' re a match… and if you decide to do it… I' ll do anything. We can finally start our family. We can have a baby, just like you' ve always wanted." The baby I wanted so desperately was now a reward for donating my kidney to the man she truly loved. In that moment, I saw her with soul-crushing clarity. Her priority wasn' t me. It was him. My parents, her unwitting accomplices, had already been brought in. My mother, trembling, begged me to go. My father simply said, "Son, listen to your wife." I was trapped, but I refused to be just a means to an end. When I signed that non-disclosure agreement, forced by threats against my aging father, I was bleeding, desperate, and completely broken. But when I saw Sarah and Mark, pregnant, together in the hospital hallway, something cold and clear ignited within me. They thought they had won. They thought I was broken and silent. They were wrong./0/63990/coverorgin.jpg?v=71750998cc5fca9105e8d8ab6056a347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Post-Breakup Bliss: Spoiled by CEO
Source: When Howard was kissing his secretary, I handed him a room card. His brothers cheered, "Sister-in-law has great poise." Howard gave a sarcastic look and said, "Chu Yu, you've become so understanding." I left calmly. Just as I closed the door, Song Ran called, sounding aggrieved. "You gave him the room card, so what about us?" I gently reassured him, "He just mentioned that the Cullinan has a starlight ceiling; let's give it a try tonight." Target:/0/83457/coverorgin.jpg?v=8116762f5729faa07acd532ab30e292a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Bitter Truth
For ten years, I was the picture of a devoted husband, building a life with Chloe in our comfortable Bellevue home. My life felt stable, successful, exactly what her image-conscious parents approved of for their daughter. Then came the news: Leo, Chloe' s tumultuous musician ex, had died. A drug overdose, labeled suicide. Days later, my wife, my Chloe, drove her car straight off the Deception Pass Bridge. Grief-stricken, clearing out her laptop, I stumbled upon a password-protected blog. "Leo1998." Inside, ten years of her raw thoughts: "I married Ethan today... They just gave me a life sentence with his shadow." Another entry: "I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming... I felt so disgusted afterward I scrubbed my skin raw." My heart, already broken, shattered into a million pieces. The woman I adored had spent a decade despising my every touch, every act of love, pretending I was another man. My entire existence was a lie. The words burned through me: disgust, resentment, pity. My world collapsed beneath the weight of her betrayal. How could my decade of unwavering dedication, my honest love, have been nothing more than a painful charade for her? The sheer, pointless waste of it all. Then, darkness. But instead of an ending, I jolted awake to the smell of stale coffee, in my old college dorm. My phone buzzed: a text from Chloe. The date: September 15, 2014. Ten years in the past. The day of our first official date. This time, I knew the cost of playing her fool. This time, I would write my own story./0/80537/coverorgin.jpg?v=d705418b3a656d73f1c6191298c00ad1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Placeholder Who Became Queen
Tonight, I, Emily, stood proudly at Ivy Glen Winery’s Annual Harvest Gala. My new Cabernet was launching, the culmination of three years transforming my in-laws' struggling vineyard into a national name as its CEO. Then my husband Kevin walked in, arm-in-arm with Jessica, his visibly pregnant college ex, and snatched the microphone. He slurred, branding me a "placeholder" and firing me, both as CEO and his wife, proclaiming Jessica’s child the "real" Parker heir. A hush fell, then whispers. The crowd, quick to condemn, watched as he offered a measly hundred thousand dollars for my years of effort. Jessica preened, boasting about being the "rightful" Mrs. Parker, reminding everyone I had no formal employment contract. Everything I built seemed to crumble. How could he? After everything I poured into this place, into *us*? To be so casually discarded, so utterly humiliated in front of everyone, felt like a cruel joke. Was I truly just a temporary convenience, a "nobody" without him, as he sneered? With a steady hand, I signed the brutal divorce papers, intending to walk away with nothing but the clothes on my back. But just then, my in-laws, Richard and Susan, stepped forward, and the true bombshell dropped: "Emily is our daughter. Our true blood. The rightful heir to Ivy Glen."/1/103573/coverorgin.jpg?v=1650d76f6aae69e0abef7dcf0cfa0d1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. William, She's Free
Franklin William destroyed my father, then raised me as his ward. For ten years, I loved him, not as a guardian, but as the man who held my world in his hands. On my 18th birthday, I confessed. He crushed me with five words. "Love is a liability, Eliana." His cruelty escalated. He got engaged to a ruthless socialite who publicly branded me his "pet project." He forced me to wear a cheap necklace I was allergic to, the metal burning my skin like a brand of shame. That night, he stumbled into my room, drunk, and violated me, whispering his fiancée's name. My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to scream that I had ruined her social standing before disowning me. I was nothing. A project. A disposable toy. But as I sat in the wreckage of my life, an encrypted email arrived from my long-lost godfather. The subject line was clear: "It's time, Eliana. There's a way out."/1/101951/coverorgin.jpg?v=530fabad06693980260372dda9994f75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gilded Cage Girl's Escape
I was Anderson Mathews' sugar baby, his pretty little thing. But when I saw him kiss his sister-in-law, Hope-his one true love-I knew I had to escape. I planned my exit meticulously, aiming to disappear the second my contract ended. I would become a scientist, find a kind, ordinary man, and build a life of my own. But Anderson wouldn't let go. He sabotaged the career of Caleb, the good man I' d fallen for, and used my estranged mother to publicly humiliate me, all to force me back into his gilded cage. "Marry me, Ayla," he proposed, a lifetime contract to replace the old one. "You'll be truly free. With me." My mother' s screams echoed in my ears: "She's a whore! Your whore! Dirty goods!" And Caleb, my Caleb, heard every word. I looked at Anderson's cold, possessive eyes, then at Caleb's, filled with a pain that shattered my heart. I had to make a choice. This time, I wouldn't just run. I would end this, once and for all./1/111036/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c0246d505884131d48aa1f79af4c013&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong contract marriage, right husband
My boyfriend publicly announced his relationship with my stepsister, and I immediately decided to break up with him. However, in order to control the trust fund, I had to enter into a contractual marriage with someone. But I never imagined that my marriage partner would be impersonated. The billionaire's long-hidden crush. Someone asked me why Alexander Sterling was ultimately able to stand by my side. He said, "Because I both fight and rob."/0/85729/coverorgin.jpg?v=d718fbed441231b16c793fb04d0450f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling
For years, I, Ethan, poured my family's wealth and my own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating them into tech prodigies destined to lead our industry. Their acceptance to MIT, cemented by their victory in the National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crowning achievement, our shared golden ticket to the future. Then the email dropped: they'd deferred MIT for some 'unremarkable' junior developer, Alex. My attempts to reason with them were met with empty excuses, until a chilling blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatening a "career-ending injury" if the "male lead" interfered with the "plot." I was forced to comply, to watch them choose a path I knew would lead to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, the very foundation of their genius, quietly slipped from their grasp. They didn't realize that without me, they weren't prodigies; they were just two smart girls about to compete on their own. Their rage was palpable when they realized their access was revoked. "Are you punishing us?" Emily accused. I met their eyes. "This isn't punishment. It's policy. You made a choice. These are the consequences." Later, I overheard them. "He's just trying to make us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He thinks because his family paid for things, he owns us." Then the true venom of their betrayal struck me: "We'll flatter him... hint I might reconsider the marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the competition, and then dump Ethan and his whole arrogant family for good. He's just a stepping stone." "Stepping stone." My stomach clenched, the years of gratitude replaced by entitlement. How could they betray everything we built?" When they brazenly invaded my home with Alex, demanding my office for their "male lead," the holographic text flickered back, labeling me an "obstacle" to their "plot." But just as Emily, her gentle facade shattered, grabbed my arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physically enforce their warped reality, a cold resolve settled in. I stared at the red mark blooming on my cheek, the pain a searing clarity. They would hurt me to get what they wanted. "No." My voice was calm despite my throbbing cheek. This wasn't just about them anymore; it was about reclaiming my life. I would not be a stepping stone. I would not be an obstacle. I would not be written out of my own story./0/63991/coverorgin.jpg?v=eccc335572ae0a6ce2629fe0cd76c151&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Substitute Marriage: Falling For My Ugly Wife
"Love finds you in the strangest places." Marriage wasn't on Marcus's agenda. He was enjoying life as the most eligible bachelor until his family began to mount pressure on him. After a time, he had no choice but to get married to a woman he didn't even know. His close friend teased, "You lucky bastard! Your wife must be gorgeous." When Marcus thought of the woman who slept with a mask on in his bed, his blood boiled. What was gorgeous about her? Humph! "You had better stop it. One more word and I'll make her yours!" he cursed. Marcus thought he was going to be a miserable married man. However, he received a surprise when his marital life turned out to be the exact opposite. Curiosity killed those around him after some time. His friend asked again, "I know you don't like talking about your wife. But can you describe to me what exactly she looks like? Why does she always have a mask on?" This time, Marcus's lips curved into a smile. "My sweetheart is beautiful and adorable. Lower your gaze whenever you see her. If I catch you staring at her, I'll make you go blind." Everyone's jaw dropped when they heard that. They looked at him like he was crazy. One day, Marcus's wife suddenly packed her bag and declared, "I can't do this anymore. I've had enough of your humiliation. Please, give me a divorce!" This request hit Marcus like a bolt out of the blue. When he saw that she was being dead serious, he held onto her with both hands and begged, "Honey, please don't leave me. I promise to treat you better. If you want, I can give you the whole world. Stay with me!" And so, a new phase began for the couple./0/84107/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203700&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Funeral, My New Beginning
My husband, Andrew, told me he was dying from an inoperable brain tumor, then drove his car off a pier, a grand gesture to spare me, his unassuming librarian wife, from a long, painful goodbye. In my first life, I believed him. I jumped into the freezing bay, screaming my secret – I' d just won ten million dollars in the Powerball, enough to save him. But his eyes met mine in the dark water, cold and calculating, utterly devoid of hope. He didn't swim to the surface; he swam to me, his charming smile replaced by a grimace of pure greed. He held my head under the water, stealing my life and my fortune as my lungs burned. Then, I woke up. I was back on the pier, the screech of tires echoing, Andrew' s car once again sailing into the bay. It was happening again, but this time, I knew. My love for him had drowned, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He wasn't taking anything from me ever again. This time, I was the one in control, and I started to scream, not from grief, but from a white-hot rage ready to burn down everything they had built./1/103574/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7fac4e4ead781f4959f48c3269fe8d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Guardian's Kiss, A Bitter Sweet Goodbye
For ten years, I lived with my guardian, Cole, secretly loving him. He was my late brother's best friend, the man I had worshipped since I was eight. On my eighteenth birthday, I confessed my love with a painting. He ripped it to shreds, roaring, "I am your guardian, for God's sake!" He called my love a pathetic fantasy. Two months later, he was engaged. He forgot I had a deadly allergy to the mango dessert his fiancée offered me. Then, one night, he stumbled home drunk, pinned me to my bed, and kissed me while murmuring his fiancée's name. The next morning, he looked at me with disgust. "What are you doing in my bed, Cora?" My world shattered. The man who had spoiled me rotten, who promised to protect me forever, now saw me as disgusting and delusional. My decade of devotion had only burned me. But his cruelty was the final push I needed. I accepted a full scholarship to Juilliard, a one-way ticket out. On his birthday, I packed my bags, deleted his number, and walked out of his life forever. I would never look back./0/60747/coverorgin.jpg?v=85441cfc6097b133c176791bbbcb6ff5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unshackled Brilliance: Catching The CEO's Eye
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"/0/83134/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251011152704&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Uncle Is My Second Chance
Vivian gave up her dreams to become the perfect wife. She cooked, cleaned, smiled-until the day her husband broke her completely. One stormy night, lost and crying in the rain, she was almost hit by a stranger's car. That stranger was Dominic. Kind. Protective. Mysterious. And nothing like her cold, controlling husband. As she recovers in Dominic's care, she begins to rediscover the woman she used to be-smart, strong, and capable. But just when she starts to heal, her past comes knocking again. Can she leave it all behind? Or will love give her the strength to fight for herself for the first time/0/83783/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251103162929&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Twisted Redemption
Eight years ago, I had stupid dreams of a picket fence and a life with Ethan Carter. Then, at our high school graduation, I told him I was pregnant. Ethan didn' t just laugh; he dragged me in front of my father, accusing me of being a slut and my dad of destroying his first love, Sarah – a lie that killed my mother and paralyzed my father. I became a pariah, a strip club waitress raising his son in a shithole town, while he became a wealthy, powerful man. Why did he do it? Why this twisted revenge that shattered my family and turned my life into a living hell? Now, he's back, trying to steal my son, but after Sarge, my only protector, died trying to save us, and my father was murdered, enough is enough. I' m Izzy Rossi, and this time, the hunt is on./0/80863/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194358&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Heart, His Life: A Final Exchange
My artificial heart was failing, a ticking bomb in my chest, bought for the woman on the screen, my brilliant ex-fiancée, now a CEO accepting awards. She called, her voice cold, asking if I regretted abandoning her for money, an accusation that felt like a knife twisting in my chest, a wound from a lie I’d told to save her life. Despite my desperate pleas for $50,000 to survive, she and her ruthless boyfriend, Liam, twisted my struggles into elaborate scams, publicly shaming me, and branding me a despicable liar. How do you tell the woman you gave your heart to that the machine keeping you alive is dying, when she believes you wickedly abandoned her, a lie you nurtured for her sake? Just as I had made peace with buying my own grave, a long-buried secret about my anonymous heart donation began to surface, forcing a final, desperate confrontation that would either expose the truth or bury it forever./0/88650/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab7ee93b29854c99509608abbcad074d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress' Reckoning
In the third year of their relationship, Kristian Dobson married the wealthy heiress Laura Clarke behind my back. He told me, "Evelyn, I'm an illegitimate son. Only by marrying her can I gain my father's approval and claim my place in the family." I scoffed inwardly. He was merely making excuses for his ambition. I chose to end things cleanly, but Kristian confined me like a caged bird, hidden from the world. "You live a life of luxury without lifting a finger. What more could you want?" he demanded. Later, to please Laura, he forced me to jump from the seventeenth-floor balcony. They assumed I was powerless, unaware I was the sole heir to the city's richest fortune./1/108117/coverorgin.jpg?v=413545f5274262a49b07b770c51285b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bargained Hearts: When Mr. Coldhearted Turns Hopeless Romantic
For three years, she was the gentle, obedient wife to a man whose heart never thawed. Their marriage was a lopsided bargain, sealed by her brother's injury. Millie clung to hope that her devotion would win him over, only to discover someone else already held his heart. On their anniversary, she waited alone in the freezing mountains, while he celebrated with another woman. Without complaint, she packed up and signed the divorce papers. Everyone believed Darren never loved her, so divorce was certain. But time passed, and instead, he pleaded, "Sweetheart, can we not get divorced?"/0/38685/coverorgin.jpg?v=5992a22d7794614e2d40934d96130675&imageMogr2/format/webp)
