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Modern Books for Women

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Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.
The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

The smell of old paper filled Chloe Gates's lungs as she woke up with a violent gasp in the dead-quiet public library. Her phone screen lit up with a severe weather alert for October 25th, but she knew it wasn't just a storm. It was an engineered apocalypse, the gentle whisper before a global scream orchestrated by a shadowy organization. In her past life, this day marked the beginning of a starving, freezing hell. She remembered gnawing on mushy tree bark in the wasteland of Central Park, and the sickening crack of her own ribs when a man beat her for a piece of scavenged meat. But the deepest trauma came from Jacob Daniels, the elite security chief of the Haven Group. When the deadly blizzard hit, he was the one who locked the compound gates, ignoring her desperate pleas as he left her outside to die. "Are you alright? Should I call someone?" The voice belonged to Jacob himself, standing right in front of her in the library, offering a hypocritical courtesy that mocked her agonizing death. She had died a naive, trusting victim, crushed by a merciless system while the rich and powerful survived. Why should she freeze in the snow again while they profited from the end of the world? Looking down, a silver hexagram glowed faintly on her wrist-her infinite sub-dimensional storage unit had traveled back with her. With twenty-four hours left and an eight-million-dollar trust fund, Chloe walked out of the library. This time, she was going to buy the world.
Abandoned At Sea: The Jilted Bride's Revenge

Abandoned At Sea: The Jilted Bride's Revenge

On the luxury yacht bound for our wedding in the Bahamas, a storm suddenly hit. The vessel tilted violently as freezing Atlantic seawater rushed in. Six people. But only five life jackets. My husband, Christian, grabbed the last bright orange jacket and put it on my sister, Katelynn. He dropped to one knee, buckling the canvas straps securely around her waist. "Don't be afraid, Katie. I've got you," he murmured. I stood frozen in place, the freezing seawater swirling around my ankles. "Since we're at this point, there's no need to hide it anymore," my mother sneered, without a single ounce of concern for me in her eyes. "Christian and your sister have been together for a long time. Katelynn just pitied you too much to let us expose the truth." My best friend, Dallas, stepped in front of Katelynn, glaring at me like I was the enemy. "You've hogged her man for seven years, Blossom. It's time you gave him back." Christian finally turned to look at me. "Blossom, we already signed the marriage certificate at the courthouse two weeks ago. Let your sister have this wedding." Everyone knew. I was the only fool kept in the dark. Even in this life-or-death moment, watching me left on the sinking deck without any survival gear, the expressions on their faces were actually... relieved. If I drowned in this freezing ocean, Katelynn's life would be perfectly complete. But soon, the yacht stabilized. The moment my feet touched solid ground, my heart completely died. Looking at the job offer from a top architectural firm in London on my phone, I immediately booked a one-way ticket to London. Since they wanted me to disappear so badly, I would grant their wish.