Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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First Lady Out, Your Majesty In
For three years, Allison played the perfect First Lady in a marriage that never gave her love back. Nolan handed her divorce papers, sneering at her background while his mother mocked her as barren and his pregnant mistress claimed her place. So Allison walked away. On the very day she left him, the royal family reclaimed her as their lost princess. Crown, fortune, power, three terrifying brothers, and a handpicked royal consort now stood at her side. Her eldest brother-the world's most feared arms dealer-pushed a black card across the table. "Go on. Spend whatever you like." Her second brother-the genius doctor-twirled a scalpel between his fingers. "Tell me, sis. How many cuts do the ones who hurt you deserve?" Her third brother-a global martial arts superstar-stormed into her ex-husband's lair. "Who made my sister cry? Time to face the music." When her regretful ex begged for another chance, Allison only smiled. It was too late. She was no longer his wife. She was his worst mistake./0/69002/coverorgin.jpg?v=70a29b2db9a845de7a2867359fae74eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Bride's New Love Is A Mysterious Tycoon
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”/1/134177/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef7419a4d10d405ef01a31779a69d85e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/68155/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7d8c7f82ba3e7be24edd1119ef3f54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Runaway Bride Hid A Million Mysteries
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights./0/40781/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2164aac07767e17c371a8bac71db113&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."/0/38238/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc8662f9e0fb5b4190de0b2817fd2afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Hidden Identities
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone./1/133879/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca4515518e1016a238df87bc72a33733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior
For two years, my fiancé Aaron controlled my life with a sick, suffocating rule: if my phone battery dropped below fifty percent, all our plans would be immediately canceled. He claimed it was to cure my habit of procrastination. At my twenty-sixth birthday party, my battery showed forty-nine percent. With all my friends gathered and the candles on the cake already lit, Aaron coldly canceled our private room right in front of everyone. "Rules are rules, Audrey," he said, completely ignoring my burning humiliation. "Missing one birthday will finally teach you a lesson." On Thanksgiving, he was supposed to make his first formal visit to my parents. My mother had been cooking since dawn. Halfway there, Aaron's female best friend, Bella, sent a text: "My phone is dying. I'm alone at the airport and so scared." Aaron slammed on the brakes and immediately turned the car around. "My parents are still waiting at home," I reminded him. He just sped up and yelled, "Her phone is dying! What if she loses contact?" When we rushed into the airport terminal, I watched Bella throw herself into his arms. Aaron quickly pulled out his power bank, charging her phone with a tenderness he had never shown me. But as her screen lit up, I clearly saw the battery icon: ninety-eight percent. Aaron just smiled indulgently and tapped her nose. "Next time, don't scare me like this," he whispered softly. I looked down at my fully charged battery and dialed the billionaire tech CEO who had been quietly loving me for four entire years. "Are you still willing to marry me right now?"/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."/1/124347/coverorgin.jpg?v=a37396b561e95f25ede0e3712f4ae8c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife Is A Hidden Billionaire Heiress
For three years, Adah played the role of the humble, devoted wife to billionaire Atticus Sterling, erasing her own identity to maintain their cold marriage. On their third anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's signature perfume. When the other woman called, he didn't hesitate to leave, and when Adah desperately reached out to stop him, he violently wrenched his arm away in disgust. "Don't touch me!" She stumbled backward, her head violently connecting with the sharp corner of the marble fireplace. As darkness swallowed her whole, the man she loved didn't even look back, leaving her unconscious on the floor to rush to his lover's side. He had always mocked her, thinking she was just a poor, desperate woman who couldn't even afford next month's rent without his charity. He assumed she would always cling to him like a pathetic parasite. But that brutal blow shattered the mental cage she had been locked in for three years. Through the blinding pain, forgotten images flooded her mind in a tidal wave: a violent yacht explosion against a summer sky, endless lines of encrypted code, and her father's dying words. Why had she endured such humiliating abuse for a man who treated her like a discarded piece of furniture? When Adah opened her eyes again, the timid housewife was gone. She remembered everything—she was Adah Beaumont, the sole heir to the massive Beaumont fortune and the world's most elusive hacker, and her first act of rebirth would be handing Atticus a signed divorce agreement./0/72913/coverorgin.jpg?v=359f7227b82fb9558a6bba211d39f585&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love.../1/107488/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5c00c2889a2c7185e5bfbb21ab53584&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire
The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."/1/112020/coverorgin.jpg?v=889aeacd0059655688f5912168874e64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Bride, Eternal Obsession: My Husband Refused To Let Me Go
Bethany discovered her "true love" was a lie the moment she was sent to another man's bed. Her fiancé and sister had cheated on her and conspired to steal her family's fortune. With nothing left, she struck a deal and entered a contract marriage with a feared man rumored to be ruthless. People were eager to see how long Bethany could survive in this marriage. Determined to take revenge, she expected nothing more than a transaction. But when her sister mocked her for being ruined by some stranger, he calmly said, "That man is me." And when her ex threatened, he gifted her a rare diamond. "My woman deserves the very best." As the contract neared its end, she tried to leave-only for him to pull her close. "I want this contract to last forever."/1/105404/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c3a318487bc37587de38d0646fa9875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten./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."/0/57096/coverorgin.jpg?v=a14ff1ad4662f08d0a0b888ff5426713&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."/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./1/133607/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3d35ec70bb1efa88f8914d72a50268d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: His Telepathic Wife
For six years of marriage—ten years of knowing him— I had quietly endured my husband Easton's sarcasm and that tongue of his, which wounded without ever drawing blood—only because I have a gift: I can hear the desperate, soundless pleading at the bottom of his heart. When he belittled me in front of the whole company at the annual gala, I heard him screaming inside: 【Blair, I love you too much! I don't want anyone coveting you! I will never let anyone take you from me!】 So I swallowed the humiliation whole and bore the laughter of the room. When he handed out astronomical year-end bonuses to the other executives and gave me nothing, I endured that too—only because, deep in his heart, he was murmuring: 【Blair, I'm so afraid. I'm so afraid the only thing you love is my money.】 But at the airstair of the family jet to Aspen, he gave the seat that was mine—his wife's—to that ambitious assistant of his, Arianna, and then booked me a coach ticket on a commercial flight and told me to find my own way there. That was the moment I heard his heart, clear as a bell, one more time: 【Look at me, Blair. Please look at me. Demand your seat back! Lose your temper at me! Tell everyone this plane is yours, and show them all that I, Easton, belong to you!】 But this time, I no longer believed in his love. I turned, and slid the wedding ring off my finger. When I asked him for a divorce, he came completely undone./1/125326/coverorgin.jpg?v=c116e0f8aec6a776f0d924dbb8fc0933&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Came Back After Dying in the Deep Water
I am Jody Holt. The day my husband, Nate Holt, froze all my bank accounts, my mother was in the ICU waiting for surgery. He said only one thing. "Jody, either you sign the divorce papers, or your mother can figure it out herself." I thought he was only trying to pressure me, until his lawyer slid a second document in front of me. It was the prenuptial agreement between him and Sharon Jones, the woman who had come between us. The date they signed it was three months before this divorce agreement between us. I asked him, "Since when have you two been together?" He glanced at his watch as casually as if he were checking the time for an unimportant meeting. "We have been together since the day I married you." I signed my name on the divorce agreement. Then I died. At least, that was what all the newspapers in the city said./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./0/89821/coverorgin.jpg?v=681302756fb85c85eec85d2da79fc5ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
