Modern Books for Women
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Reborn To Love My Paranoid Billionaire
I ruined my marriage and abandoned my billionaire husband for the man I thought was my true love. But instead of a romantic escape, I found myself cornered on the edge of a yacht by three mercenaries. Through a burner phone on speaker, my lover casually ordered my murder. "Finish the job cleanly. No bodies, no evidence." In the background, my own cousin giggled. My supposed best friend chimed in, demanding they strip the diamond bracelet off my wrist before tossing me into the freezing waves. They were celebrating a massive trust fund payout built entirely on my death. As I was brutally thrown into the churning black abyss, the freezing saltwater filled my lungs. Sinking into the crushing darkness, I realized I had blindly trusted venomous snakes. My dying thought was of Barrett Kensington-the husband I had tortured with my rebellion, and the only man who truly loved me. If the universe granted me one more breath, I swore a blood oath to tear my betrayers apart piece by piece. Then, the freezing water suddenly vanished, replaced by stifling heat. I opened my eyes and found myself pinned against a silk mattress by a furious Barrett. I was back three years ago, on the exact night I first tried to escape him. This time, instead of fighting him, I relaxed my wrists, looked into his paranoid eyes, and softly whispered. "Hubby."/0/46526/coverorgin.jpg?v=e300ee7d274175004d80cd31145b867d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Unbreakable
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"/1/134757/coverorgin.jpg?v=20170eb1fb4d83cb817205c45ac6bb27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Wife: Rising From The Ashes
Hidden Marriage for Two Years, I Hid Our Marriage Certificate and Was Content to Be Nothing but My Husband's Legal Assistant. Even with severe second- and third-degree burns across my body, I charged into a raging fire to save Gia Delaney, his childhood sweetheart. Yet Gia felt no gratitude. Instead, she publicly accused me of setting the fire and of coming between them. I begged my husband Brighton to tell the truth. Instead, he gently held Gia in his arms: "I tolerated your obsession because I felt sorry for your difficult family background. I never imagined you'd actually delude yourself into thinking I'd marry you. Let me make this clear—Gia is the only woman I've ever loved." I was on the verge of collapse, desperate for an explanation, when I accidentally bumped into Gia. Brighton shoved me so hard I crashed to the floor. When I woke up, a nurse handed me a miscarriage report and told me I would never be able to bear children again. I wanted to run away and disappear. But Brighton, to protect Gia, forged medical records and had me locked away in an illegal psychiatric institution, where guards tortured me with electric shock batons. I barely escaped that living hell. This time, what I wanted was more than a divorce. I would bring all my evidence and watch their lives burn to ash./0/91373/coverorgin.jpg?v=148cd4ab8e6c7da84be0f1c556aa9948&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen
Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"/1/111561/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd151c2a0fbe4a368f376eaa030f71ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Snow Fell, I Walked Away: He Came Back Too Late
Celine was a top negotiation expert in the police force, but she never imagined encountering her husband's assistant attempting suicide during a call to action. She rushed to intervene, only to discover her husband's affair with the assistant. To appease the assistant, her husband even tricked Celine into signing divorce papers. Heartbroken and disillusioned, Celine ultimately chose to divorce him and joined a secretive military boot camp, determined to sever all ties with the unfaithful man. Yet, the jerk was left in utter regret!/0/64977/coverorgin.jpg?v=02e092613713dd4e070d4c5259584f8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."/1/125858/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5b2fa6ce2f00fdffa32dc4e249ae497&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire
For seven years, I played the perfect, invisible wife in a contract marriage with Darrel Stark, the famous hockey captain. That illusion shattered the night he rushed his brother's fiancée to the ER for a "pregnancy scare." Instead of explaining, my husband demanded I release a public statement to cover up their affair. When I refused and handed him my divorce notice, his family retaliated by trying to forcibly move his mistress into my home. The final straw came at an exclusive VIP dinner. His mistress faked a trip, sending a tray of scalding soup flying toward us. Darrel instantly lunged to shield her with his body, leaving me to get burned by the splashing liquid. While she squeezed out fake tears about "losing her baby" from the shock, Darrel and his friends aggressively cornered me. "Apologize to her," Darrel demanded, his eyes full of pure hatred. I stared at the man I had secretly loved for seven years. He treated my pain as absolutely nothing and a liar's tears as gospel. How could he be so blindly devoted to a manipulative mistress while treating his legal wife like disposable garbage? He didn't even know I had secretly given birth to our daughter five years ago. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I just laughed. Right in front of his elite inner circle, I shredded our marriage contract into pieces and mercilessly exposed her fake pregnancy stunt. It was time to stop playing the pathetic wife, leave this toxic family, and return to my true, powerful identity./0/40025/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6ca7f3c1fb521949838b99ddd9375c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?/0/26121/coverorgin.jpg?v=54af7595cebc06498308ad5e94a9db8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning Passion: Love Never Dies
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce./0/88956/coverorgin.jpg?v=35f2908bf921166e6fed8bd685e74784&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss
Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy./1/103128/coverorgin.jpg?v=36c362853d663ff9c6770bc9f0c01c05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Birthday, His Cruel Betrayal
On my 28th birthday, my superstar boyfriend, Jarrett, stood me up. He had to comfort his co-star, Kisha. A few hours later, I saw the paparazzi photo that ended our seven-year relationship. Jarrett was in a dimly lit bar, his arm wrapped around a tear-streaked Kisha, her head on his shoulder. The next morning, I confronted him. He insisted it was just "method acting." "She was just drunk," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Confessing her feelings for her character." He called me dramatic and paranoid for questioning him. He said I was throwing away seven years over a "stupid photo." It was the same gaslighting he'd used for years, wrapping his emotional infidelity in a pretty little "method acting" bow. But this time, I didn't cry. I felt a sudden, chilling calm. "I regret every second I wasted loving you," I told him. "We are over."/1/134634/coverorgin.jpg?v=25b56475ff05ee8da19d96f8571b9973&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love
After Bradley made it big, I became the timid, cowering little wife in his circle. At cocktail parties, his friends would sneer, "Is this the nanny you brought along?" He never said a word. After that, he stopped taking me anywhere his friends would be. Until this weekend. Until, to curry favor with his wealthy partners and a ruthless socialite, he forced me into a solo skydive—to "earn" his marriage proposal. "I can't. I'm pregnant... I can't do this," I begged through my tears. Not only did he refuse to help me—he sneered and pressed the sole of his boot against my chest: "Don't try to fool me with that pregnancy nonsense. This is just exposure therapy. I will not marry a coward." When I pulled the ripcord, the parachute never opened. My parachute had long ago been swapped out for a solid steel counterweight weighing more than forty-five pounds in all. I smashed into the canyon floor and was shattered to pieces. My unborn child and I died on the spot. As a ghost, I watched Bradley laughing and chatting in the VIP lounge, mocking my "timidity and weakness." My heart died completely that day. Bradley—what will your face look like when you finally see that positive pregnancy test, and learn our baby was six weeks along?/1/120602/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d4588d74337e284e99845884521492d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival
Averie Stein was three months away from a billionaire wedding that would merge two of Manhattan's most powerful families. Then, an anonymous photo showed her fiancé, Preston, intimately holding hands with a rising starlet at a private club. Averie marched right into his VIP booth, poured a glass of whiskey over his perfectly styled hair, and dropped her five-carat engagement ring on the table. But the fallout was suffocating. Preston's mother immediately threatened her, demanding she swallow the insult to protect their stock prices. Her own family, the Steins, completely ignored her humiliation, preparing to force her back into the cheating bastard's arms just to save the corporate alliance. Averie felt a chilling despair. She had played the perfect, obedient heiress her entire life, only to be treated like a disposable pawn by everyone she trusted. How could she possibly escape this gilded cage when both billionaire dynasties were hunting her down, determined to control her fate? Just as she walked out into the cold night, a sleek Maybach pulled up to the curb. Inside sat Fielding Everett—Preston's absolute worst rival and most ruthless competitor. He handed her a tablet with a marriage contract, offering absolute protection, a hundred million dollars a year, and the ultimate revenge. "Averie Stein, marry me." Realizing this was the perfect weapon, she signed her name without hesitation. By nine a.m. the next morning, while Preston was still frantically tearing the city apart looking for her, she walked out of City Hall as Mrs. Everett./1/126349/coverorgin.jpg?v=2adc4104fd93031edc07b75a18af2b6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hockey Star's Runaway Fake Girlfriend
I was the fake contract girlfriend of Christian Carlisle, Briar University's star hockey captain. On the night he returned to town, I foolishly made a perfect dinner and waited for him, only to find out he was busy drinking at a frat party. Worse, when his elite family summoned me, he publicly humiliated me at their dinner table, mocking me as a desperate stray who didn't belong in their world. When I finally snapped and told him I was done, he drove me out to a desolate, pitch-black highway and abandoned me by the side of the road with my suitcase. Days later, his mother's assistant called to coldly evict me from our apartment. Then came the email: a legal termination agreement offering me a fifty-thousand-dollar severance fee to shut up and disappear from his life forever. Meanwhile, the campus blogs were already celebrating his reunion with his wealthy childhood sweetheart, painting me as a pathetic gold-digger who finally got what she deserved. Fifty thousand dollars. That was the exact price they put on my dignity and two years of my youth. They really thought they could just buy my silence, crush my pride, and discard me like trash without a second thought. I didn't cry, and I didn't sign the papers. Instead, I picked up my phone and sent the untouchable hockey king one last text. "I saw the agreement. Before I sign anything, I want to see you one last time. You name the time and place."/0/75796/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fa49608a32ed5c0cfde642b9545384e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start./0/60607/coverorgin.jpg?v=f27b53eb22c66201fdcfb94b84db2042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth As A Wealthy Heiress
After signing the death insurance with my husband as the beneficiary, I got into a car accident not long after. During the wait for rescue, I found out that it was all orchestrated by my self-proclaimed best friend and husband. Even my daughter, who was never close to me and resented my strict parenting, turned out to be their child! Meanwhile, my biological child had been killed by them and replaced. I died with resentment and my spirit floated in the air, watching them enjoy the huge compensation and live carefree. I was filled with anger like a vengeful ghost. However, to my surprise, I was reincarnated on the day when the decision of my inheritance was made after my death. I laughed happily because in this life, I won't let their family fall apart and suffer./1/133895/coverorgin.jpg?v=2799676ed1176be71935108dbe83f803&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Tears, My Dearest Ex
For three years, I handed over eighty percent of my salary to my boyfriend, Julien, believing we were building our future together. He scrutinized every penny, forcing me to walk home in freezing sleet to save forty-five dollars and denying me a forty-dollar space heater. Yet, while I lived like a pauper and my hands bled from washing dishes, I caught him spending nine hundred dollars on luxury gift baskets for our neighbor, Brandee. Worse, I overheard them whispering in the hallway. "You used one hundred and fifty thousand dollars of her savings to pay off my condo loan!" Every skipped meal, every freezing night, and every tear I cried over not visiting my parents had been funneled directly into building a kingdom for his parasite. The illusion of our life together shattered completely. I didn't scream or throw a punch. Instead, I quietly called a cash buyer to sell my condo out from under them and prepared to destroy them completely./0/73883/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d6648a2866aafa919b160ad5a001afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back./1/113099/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260413151542&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When His Lies Cost Me Everything
I sacrificed my career as a successful art curator to move to Boston for my husband, Cohen. For three years, he promised my permanent residency was "in process"-a lie that kept me a dependent housewife, trapped in a life that wasn't my own. The truth shattered my world at the DMV. My marriage certificate, though legally valid, had never been properly filed for spousal immigration benefits-a technicality he had deliberately concealed. Worse, documents I had signed at his request contained statements that branded me with a finding of immigration fraud. His spousal sponsorship-the very slot meant for me-had gone to his young research assistant, Kenzie O'Brien. He didn't just betray me; he erased me. He let my visa expire, and the fraudulent statements he'd had me sign triggered a permanent bar from the United States-a trap he had designed from the beginning. That same day, he replaced our apartment lock with a digital access system and locked me out, telling me over the phone, "Kenzie needs entry for lab materials, and I haven't had time to update your access." He had systematically stripped me of my identity, my career, and my legal status, all while building a parallel life with another woman. He saw me as a powerless, inconvenient truth he could simply discard. When I confronted him, he called my behavior "unnecessary" and had his office assistant escort me from the building. He thought he had won. But my quiet departure was just the beginning of his very public downfall./1/124669/coverorgin.jpg?v=99cd20ef56c6811c06bbd42287c1c57e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
