Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Savage Obsession: The Remorseful Tycoon Wants A Second Chance
A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"/1/113335/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa84611da4c24376697d23dbc1245ef7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The $800 Mistake: Becoming My Ex's Mother-in-Law
Gwendolyn just wanted to forget her cheating ex, not accidentally sleep with the most powerful billionaire in New York. She tries to run, terrified of the consequences. But the Wall Street tyrant has already claimed her as his ultimate obsession. He spoils her with limitless black cards, multi-million dollar custom Porsches, and a level of absolute devotion she never experienced in her toxic family. Jordi thought he was climbing the social ladder by abandoning her? Colette thought she could bully a "poor girl"? Think again. With the Wall Street King backing her every move, Gwendolyn is about to show them what real power looks like. Jordi wanted wealth and status? Great. Now, he has to bow down and call his ex-girlfriend "Mom"./0/98086/coverorgin.jpg?v=74d7dddff985e8321b6da7bc2b2ea411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family iPad's Hidden Secret
A suggestive iMessage on the family iPad was the first crack in my perfect life. I thought my teenage son was in trouble, but anonymous Reddit users pointed out the chilling truth. The message wasn't for him. It was for my husband of twenty years, Anthony. The betrayal became a conspiracy when I overheard them talking. They were laughing about his affair with my son's "cool" school counselor. "She's just so... boring, Dad," my son said. "Why don't you just leave Mom and be with her?" My son didn't just know; he was rooting for my replacement. My perfect family was a lie, and I was the punchline. Then, a message from a lawyer on Reddit lit a fire in the wreckage of my heart. "Gather proof. Then burn his entire world to the ground." My fingers were steady as I typed back. "Tell me how."/0/88677/coverorgin.jpg?v=c26c7c35eb37903859fe16c77a255c7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Son, Her Public Shame
I was Aliana Donovan, a resident physician, finally reunited with the wealthy family I' d been lost from as a child. I had loving parents and a handsome, successful fiancé. I was safe. I was loved. It was a perfect, fragile lie. The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me. She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms. I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family. My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow. They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were./0/85757/coverorgin.jpg?v=76d8c7d25df22148dbb8924a7e27e8c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Presence
The smell of grilled meat and Olivia' s expensive perfume filled the backyard. We were hosting a perfect summer barbecue, or so it seemed. I was the guy flipping burgers, the stay-at-home dad, while my wife, Olivia, laughed a bright, theatrical laugh, her hand resting on my cousin Liam' s arm-the one who got away in college. My twins, Max and Chloe, looked up at Liam with wide, adoring eyes, asking him to do magic tricks and cut their food, preferring their "Uncle Liam" over me, their own father. Olivia, too, openly favored Liam, remembering his steak preference while dismissing me with cold precision: "Ethan, the trash is overflowing. And did you forget to buy more ketchup?" Each laugh, each dismissal, felt like a confirmation: I wasn' t their father or husband. I was just a convenience, my expiration date rapidly approaching. A week later, while fixing the AC-because calling a professional was too expensive on my non-existent income-I fell off a ladder, breaking my arm. Olivia' s first reaction? Not concern, but irritation. "Are you serious? Today? I' m about to close a seven-figure deal, Ethan. Is it really that bad?" At the hospital, my kids barely noticed my bright white cast. Max' s only question was, "Is Uncle Liam coming over for dinner?" That was it. The clarity cut through the pain. My wife, my children-they didn' t care. My pain was an annoyance; my presence, a service. I looked at my angry wife, at the backs of my children' s heads. I was completely alone, a disposable tool. That night, I looked at our wedding photo, two smiling strangers. I made a decision. Quiet, solid, absolute. I was done. "I want a divorce," I told Olivia. She closed her laptop, her face shifting from annoyance to clinical curiosity. "Don' t be ridiculous. We don' t have time for a divorce." Then Max and Chloe walked in. "A divorce?" Max said, his eyes calculating. "Does that mean we can go live with Uncle Liam?" Chloe brightened. "Yeah! Can Uncle Liam be our new dad? He' s more fun." Their words, fueled by Olivia' s cultivation, hit harder than any fall. My children, my own flesh and blood, wanted my replacement. Olivia, seeing my pain, delivered the final cut. "This is your own fault, Ethan. You let yourself go. The kids want a father they can look up to." A cold rage burned through me. I pulled out the divorce papers, already signed, that I' d secretly prepared. Olivia snatched and shredded them. "No one is divorcing me. You work for me, Ethan. You don' t get to quit." The children watched, not scared, but as if it were a power play, knowing whose side they were on. A chilling emptiness settled over me. I walked away, locked myself in the guest room, the click of the lock the first taste of freedom in a decade./0/98735/coverorgin.jpg?v=917dfba3dc9da1141fa8554186ca75bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A New Beginning After Divorce
After three years of marriage, he abandoned her, but treated Maria Harris like a treasure. He ignored her and treated her harshly. Their marriage was like a cage. Linda Abels is very patient, because she loves Shane Harvey deeply! Until it rained heavily that night, he left her pregnant and flew abroad to accompany Maria', while Linda's legs were bleeding and she crawled out to call an ambulance... She finally breathed a sigh of relief: some people's hearts can never be covered. Linda wrote down the divorce agreement and left quietly. ... Two years later, Linda came back with countless suitors around her. Her scum ex-husband pressed her on the door panel and forced her step by step: "Mrs. Linda, I haven't signed yet! Don't want to be good to others!" Linda smiled and said lightly, "Mr. Shane, we have nothing to do with each other!" The man's eyes were slightly red, and he tremblingly said his vow when he got married: "Linda will never leave him in his life, and divorce is prohibited!"/1/102304/coverorgin.jpg?v=ece878dd3a59cebfa90032d33fe7dcb1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancé Who Stole My Life
My fiancé, Garrison, told me his family would love me. He said I was perfect. But at our engagement dinner, I overheard their real plan: to harvest my kidney for his sick sister, Corliss, and then discard me. They framed me for pushing Corliss, causing her to have a "stress-induced episode." Garrison, believing their lies, had me thrown into a brutal "behavioral correction facility." When he finally came for me, it wasn't to save me. It was to show off his new woman, my old rival, Katia. He humiliated me at a party, forcing me to wear the same dress as her, then accused me of sabotaging a chandelier that nearly killed them-a chandelier I had actually pushed him away from. In the hospital, broken and bruised from a car crash Katia orchestrated, Garrison showed me faked evidence of my "crimes." He called me an empty void, a monster, and told me he was done with me. He believed I was a jealous viper trying to destroy his family. He never saw that they were the ones who had systematically destroyed me. Lying in that hospital bed, alone and in agony, I finally understood. The man I loved was a stranger, and his family were my tormentors. As he walked out of my life for good, a cold peace settled over me. I was finally free. And I would never look back./0/86406/coverorgin.jpg?v=4734f60e7234695e9d10dba6f02971fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
April Fool's Betrayal: A Sister's Revenge
"I'm pregnant." Ashley Roberts announced, her hand resting smugly on her flat stomach, eyes on my brother. It was April Fool's Day, but my parents weren't laughing. They erupted in joy, celebrating their impending grandchild. I stood by, a cold dread spreading through me. This wasn't just déjà vu; it was a horrifying replay of my past life. Ashley's fake pregnancy had been a trap, draining my parents' retirement for a luxury condo. Then, she came for me, demanding $100,000. "Sarah, you have to help," my mother had tearfully pleaded, "It's for your nephew! Don't you care about family?" I' d caved, took loans, sold my car, and gave her every penny. When her belly stayed flat, she faked a fall, blaming me for a "miscarriage." Mark, blinded by grief and her lies, believed her. He found me later, his eyes burning with rage. He beat me, broke my bones, and left me for dead in a dark alley. My last breath was a bitter regret: Why was I so weak? Then, I woke up, back in my bed, on April Fool's Day. A second chance. Now, watching them fall for the same lie, a simmering rage replaced my fear. This time, I wouldn't be financially stripped or manipulated. "Sarah, did you hear that? Ashley needs some help. You' re the aunt, you have to chip in. It' s your duty." My father nodded, "Your mother is right. We're all putting in our share. It's only fair." They expected me to sacrifice myself again. I put my coffee cup down. "No," I said, my voice clear and steady. The room fell silent. "What did you just say?" my father asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I said no. I'm not giving her a single dime."/1/115282/coverorgin.jpg?v=49cf8b54a623b17e2e7e8276dcbd2867&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Fake Comatose Billionaire
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company. Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease. "A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked. At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage. They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past. Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery. "She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house." With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like./0/83486/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202638&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Cold Revenge
I was dying of colon cancer in a hospice, all my $150,000 savings for retirement and my son, Ethan, almost gone. Ethan cried, telling me his girlfriend, Chloe, stole every penny for a luxury condo. I believed him completely. My hatred for that "gold-digger" burned hotter than my cancer. In my final hours, I called the police, determined to ruin Chloe for letting me die disgraced. I died filled with pure, unadulterated hate. My last thought was of her painful demise. How could she betray a dying woman so cruelly? The injustice was unbearable. Then I gasped, not in the hospice, but in my own living room, alive and whole. The doorbell chimed-the day I first met Chloe. And as she entered, I heard her innermost thoughts: "I hope she likes this locket; Ethan said she only respects expensive brands." My rage short-circuited. Ethan had lied. My son was the monster. I was back, with a chilling chance to make him pay./0/84135/coverorgin.jpg?v=6613b7473e1b6a7420312d6a57a69b3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alibi of Justice
The stale smell of forgotten dreams filled the New York yellow cab as rain blurred the city outside, a scene hauntingly familiar. In my last life, this exact ride took me straight to the Pulitzer jury, to the beginning of my catastrophic downfall. My own daughter, Gabrielle, systematically dismantled my life, using my name and reputation to peddle fake insider trading tips to desperate writers. When her scheme inevitably imploded, she seamlessly shifted blame onto me, painting me as a corrupt public figure, a "whistleblower" feeding lies to the hungry online mob. I lost everything: my esteemed career, my freedom, and ultimately, my life, succumbing to a stress-induced heart attack in a lonely apartment, hounded by strangers and forever disgraced. The betrayal was a cold, bitter knot in my stomach-how could the child I raised inflict such immense pain and ruin? But then, a jolt: I was back in this taxi, on this very day, with the chilling clarity of a second chance. This time, this ride wouldn't lead to my destruction; it would be the first step in my meticulous plan to save myself and dismantle her cruel charade./0/55908/coverorgin.jpg?v=2331ca7a85fb14a92436b98aa54e8fd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
Andres was known as callous and ruthless until he met Corinna, the woman whose one heroic act thawed his cold heart. Because of her father and stepmother's ploy, Corinna nearly lost her life. Fortunately, fate intervened when she rescued Andres, the heir to Driyver's most influential family. As the incident prompted them to work together, their mutual assistance quickly blossomed into an unexpected romance, leaving the town in disbelief. Just how on earth did the notoriously aloof bachelor turn into this love-stricken man?/0/40659/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c0a6bc3721e1e7397b6ba62c2b313e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love alchemist
" Kylian?! We are friends. Shut up and stop talking to me like that. " She shouted while getting up from the living room couch. " Hazel , this is how I am and I show what I think about you. " He told her while grabbing her little finger and tried to calm her down. "Are you serious? You… She is my friend. My best friend. How can I date her husband? " She shouted and slapped his hold. " We just dated and she dumped me . You clearly knew how I loved her , more than her Hazy. " He gave a painful face. His deep brown eyes were annoyed but helpless. " Yes, I know how you loved her and even now you do love her . Please don't use me in this mess. Kylian…let's stop things here. " She told him while a tear came out from her eyes. She walked fast towards the door but…. A kiss can solve things between us? Can I really date my friend's ex boyfriend? Just because I have feelings, I can't date the person anyways! Am I the only one who is seeking and looking for my true love like an alchemist who is looking for an elixir? I don't know when and where I fall for this rough, annoying, red flag behavior and dominating guy with a hidden perverted side man. Even though he has mesmerizing rare dark black eyes, long thick lashes, sharp nose with thin soft lips. It's not thin but also not plump. It's just perfect. Ayoo! Enough about his lips. So when? My story with him starts from a tragedy just like other movies and web series but more dramatic than those I guess. It's more like forbidden love?! Or maybe not! I don't know whether I can take him as mine or if he is still someone's property. All I knew about this situation was that I deeply hardly fell in love with the wrong person in the whole world at the wrong timing, maybe worst timing. Hazel, she is a mizzle in my summer and the star of my sky during heavy storms. Too poetic right? I know it doesn't even suit me. *chuckled. I know very well that I fell in love with her for everything to be honest. At first I fell for her honest sharp words, then for her beautiful face and delicious lips that have never been tasted by anyone before. Then for her pure heart that can make anyone fall in love with her. The only good thing is she won't open her heart to anyone that easily. So I have less competitors. Then her body… her slim waist, thick legs and sexy breast. Everything is perfect. I never noticed that before but after noticing it once, I can't stop myself from thinking about her. I am not a pervert but she is making me a pervert. She healed me completely. I don't think it was the wrong timing for us to meet or fell for each other but the only wrong thing I did was I used to date her bestie, my ex girlfriend Rachel. As you all know, girls have that untold rule, " There is no hesitation, just a big no for ur bestie's ex! Stay loyal to your friend till the end! " Fuck that philosophy and philosopher. Does that bestie really deserve that loyalty? I will make her open up. No, she already told me that she loves me . So all I have to do is seduce her and make her mine./0/90949/coverorgin.jpg?v=952a3af575e6904211129a93957ba6a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Me, Fool Me: The Jilted Wife's Secret
Alexander's coldness was laid bare before Florrie; he even asked her to buy morning-after pills for another woman. Enduring the pain became her routine, all because Alexander was a stand-in for Alec, her lost love. But one day, she tricked him into signing the divorce papers and said, "I never loved you." Devastation clung to him, his gaze clouded by despair. "You can't leave. I won't sign." Then Alec returned as a conglomerate heir. She searched his face for love and found none-until she turned away. He cracked, tears falling. "I'm sorry," he begged. "I love you."/1/113336/coverorgin.jpg?v=dde38e831d50524ffef3837c375349b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pregnant Heiress: Rising From The Grave
I was kneeling on a Persian rug in my custom Vera Wang, staring at the headline that ended my life: my father had been arrested for a massive Ponzi scheme. I reached for my phone to call my groom, Claudius, but he disconnected the line. Then I heard the sound that stopped my heart—the deadbolt sliding home from the outside. Two floors down, my mother-in-law was already calculating the cost of my survival. To save the family’s stock prices, they decided a "grieving widower" was better than a disgraced bride. Claudius didn't even flinch. He downed a whiskey and gave the order to the staff. "Do it." The door swung open, but it wasn't my husband. It was the housekeeper and a maid wearing medical gloves. They pinned me down, ignoring my screams, and plunged a syringe of potassium chloride into my neck. They scattered pills across the floor, staging a perfect suicide while I felt my heart rhythm fail. "I'm pregnant. Please." I sobbed into the silk cushions, but they didn't pause. As the darkness swallowed the room, I realized my entire marriage had been a transaction, and I was now a liability to be liquidated. How could the man I loved sign my death warrant? Why was my best friend already wearing my engagement ring before my body was even cold? But they forgot one thing: I was an Elliott, and we always have a contingency plan. The poison didn't kill me; it only woke me up. When I stood up from that chaise lounge, the bride was gone. I was holding the secret ledger that would burn their empire to the ground. "Have a lovely audit."/0/85109/coverorgin.jpg?v=f37bd24cfd5754bb831c9369c973f79b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scarred By a Simple Purchase
The emerald silk dress was my quiet celebration, a well-deserved indulgence after years of hard work. I clicked 'confirm purchase,' a simple act that should have brought joy. Instead, it launched a nightmare. The boutique owner, a Mr. Thorne, called, accusing me of theft and fraud, claiming a refund request for a dress I never even received. My world shattered when he weaponized social media, branding me a "THIEF" with my face and workplace plastered online, unleashing a torrent of vitriol that bled into my office, jeopardizing my career. How could a simple purchase turn into public humiliation, extortion, and the complete destruction of my reputation by a man who was clearly lying? And why was everyone so quick to believe him? Cornered, abandoned, and facing an ultimatum from my boss, a cold rage ignited within me-I decided then and there, I wouldn't just make this go away; I would burn his carefully constructed world to the ground./0/31575/coverorgin.jpg?v=78c681b91dc5c7ee28b832987404342f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Whole World Seems To Be Falling For My Wife
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?/0/85758/coverorgin.jpg?v=02c7aaae7a1c807a07c45f11752f9599&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Becomes a Weapon
The sterile air of the pre-flight briefing room chilled me to the bone. It was the taste of betrayal, bitter and metallic, that filled my mouth once more. Liam, my fiancé, and Chloe, his protégé, had crushed my career, my reputation, my entire life. They had effectively killed me. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the exact room, at the precise moment it all went wrong. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat of terror and a cold, rising fury. "Ava, are you listening?" Mark, my second-in-command, looked at me, concerned. He told me Chloe Vance had brought an undeclared briefcase, a "gift." I recognized it instantly: Project Chimera, a dangerous AI prototype. In my past life, I'd tried to protect Liam, only to have him orchestrate my complete downfall. He' d publicly accused me of corporate espionage, painting me as unstable and emotional. I had broken protocol for him, and he used it as a weapon. That version of me, naive and trusting, was dead. "You' re right, Liam," I heard myself say, my voice softening. "A gift is just a gift. We' ll let it go this one time." My team stared at me in disbelief. But I wasn' t saving him. I was giving him enough rope to hang himself. This time, he would be the one to fall./0/82838/coverorgin.jpg?v=b06eaca8607b162017c217542f51b52e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Midland Wife to Port City Queen
The tiny plus sign on my pregnancy test was supposed to be the culmination of six years of IVF, a symbol of hope. But then, a notification flashed across my phone screen: Chloe Bishop, my husband Mark' s executive assistant. Her Instagram story showed Mark, my husband of almost six years, tenderly cutting steak for her. Her caption: "My boss is the sweetest... I'd do anything for him! 😉 #BestBoss" The date stamp? Last night, celebrating "3 Years!" Three years. We'd been married for almost six. The nausea intensified, but it wasn't just morning sickness; it was pure disgust. Mark' s call, dismissive, praising Chloe and her "lifesaving" efficiency, sealed it. He called me "dramatic." He was praising his mistress to his wife, who just found out she was pregnant with his child after years of heartbreaking treatments. The baby I' d fought so hard for, his baby, was conceived in a life built on his lie. His betrayal was blatant, then aggressive. Chloe slid into my apartment with a key during a blizzard, cozying up to him. She sent me a suggestive photo, then faked a frantic call about a "boyfriend" and a "private suite." On our sixth wedding anniversary, Mark abandoned me in my black dress for Chloe' s manufactured crisis, her fake pregnancy and suicide threat. How could he be so blind? So utterly, completely heartless? My quiet life had become a very loud, very ugly lie. It wasn't surprising anymore; it was just… final. But I wasn't just Ellie anymore. I was Eleanor Hayes. I signed the divorce papers, got the abortion, and left him a note with a rejected diamond ring. Then, I boarded a flight back to Port City, ready to unleash the true power he never knew I possessed./1/102305/coverorgin.jpg?v=230c022317cab11872b7397f3dcf53d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
