Modern Books for Women
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Protecting Aces
The Rose Sister is in a new mission handed by the Emerald Empress of Rogue Society, a society composed of groups of people who acts out of government knowing. Most are a herd of thieves. Venice, the new leader of the Rose Sister, after their previous leader died, was threatened along with her two-member when the secret of the request emerges, and the reason why they need to protect Aces, A.K.A, Ivan Dutch Demonie, a billionaire, who happened to be the top one hacker of Underworld society. A secret that will reveal the past and the future of the truth of the previous leader of Rose Sister about who they are and the underlying secret each of them had./1/103338/coverorgin.jpg?v=39550b6984ff9086126c3513db1255a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire Husband's Deadly Betrayal
My husband, tech billionaire Amir Carter, was a god in Chicago. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pediatric doctor, believed I had finally tamed the infamous playboy. But when my brother Keon needed an urgent heart transplant, everything fell apart. The donor Amir found was a young singer-exactly his type. On the day of the surgery, as my brother was dying, I found my husband comforting her. "Don't pressure her, Blake," he said. "She's delicate." Then the call came. My brother was dead. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed that I was stressing out his new project. He pushed me down a flight of stairs, crashed his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave her the last gift my brother ever made for me. He saw me bleeding on the floor and walked right past, his only concern for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another one of his seasonal projects, now completed and discarded. He took everything from me. So I signed the divorce papers, refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone with the truth: he killed my brother, and he didn't even know it./0/84520/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c80d42fde9be9895bacb11bb7e98f27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Canvas
The cheap paint fumes were the last thing I smelled, trapped in my icy attic room, a constant reminder of the art that had become my death. My body, ravaged by a cough, lay on a lumpy mattress, my vibrant, unsold canvases mocking me from the walls. My phone, clutched in a trembling hand, was my only window to the life I should have had, glowing with a live stream from a grand art gala. And there she was: Evelyn Hayes. My adoptive mother. My mentor. My destroyer. She stood on a brightly lit stage, elegant and poised. Behind her, a painting. My style. The style she' d once called "immature." Now, the art world called it "revolutionary," as the chyron flashed: "Evelyn Hayes's Masterpiece Sells for Record-Breaking $10 Million." A bitter, silent scream trapped in my chest, the phone slipped from my fingers. The world went dark. Then, a gasp for air. My body shot up, but the air was clean, fresh. The crippling cough gone. My hands smooth, strong. This wasn't my dying attic. It was my high school bedroom, six years in the past. I was alive. I was healthy. I was back. The realization hit me like a tidal wave. Evelyn hadn't just stolen my art; she had built her career on my destruction, leaving me to die alone. The pain, the betrayal, the memory of her smiling face on that stage - it all ignited a fierce, burning resolve. "Never again," I whispered, my voice trembling with a power I hadn't felt in years. "You will not destroy me again, Evelyn. This time, I will expose you for the fraud you are." The game had begun./1/117614/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eab015ea6de096fd82b9a070cc39b02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Star Review For My Billionaire Husband
My stepsister drugged me at a high-society gala. By midnight, the reporters were waiting to catch me ruined, my fiancé was already in her bed, and my own father was ready to sell me to save the Long family's reputation. I escaped into a dark hotel suite and spent one forbidden night with a dangerous stranger whose face I never saw clearly. The next morning, my life was over. My fiancé broke our engagement and proudly chose my stepsister. My father slapped me in front of everyone and gave me a new order. Marry Theodore Sinclair. An old, ugly, dying billionaire. When I refused, he threatened the only person I still loved: my little brother, whose life depended on the medical bills my family controlled. So I put on the wedding dress. I walked toward a monster. But the man waiting for me was not old. He was not weak. And he was definitely not dying. He was Donovan Sinclair, the ruthless billionaire I had spent that night with. My family thought they had sold me. They had no idea they had just handed me a crown. Now I am Mrs. Sinclair. And every person who broke me is about to learn what it means to be owned by a man even crueler than they are./0/85818/coverorgin.jpg?v=96e3871d93ce1bbd68f4a73ed9edd140&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Thought He Broke
My parents' living room, usually a haven, felt like a courtroom as I delivered my verdict. "The brownstone goes to Emily' s son, Leo." The silence cracked with my mother' s gasp, Lily' s heartbroken whisper, and my father' s stunned roar. They saw a monster, cold and unfeeling, sacrificing my own daughter' s future for a perceived wrong. My husband, Mark, seized the moment, orchestrating a public spectacle that branded me an unfit mother, a betrayer of my own flesh and blood. He paraded Emily, my supposed best friend, as the wronged party, while Lily, my sweet Lily, crumpled under the weight of my manufactured cruelty. On live television, before a horrified nation, I was forced to declare my daughter worthless, to shatter her trust with words that tasted like ash in my throat. I watched her collapse, her little body convulsing, knowing I had just broken her heart to save her life. But what kind of mother drives her child to such despair? What unforgivable sin did I commit to warrant this public condemnation? They think they' ve won, that they' ve stripped me of everything. But they haven' t taken Lily. Not yet. And in the silent, strategic war I' m waging, their every move, every lie, every smug act of triumph, is only bringing them closer to their inevitable downfall./0/51102/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ee0ab275799a2dfa22ea89fec39128a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let Me Go, My Aloof CEO Husband
Averie married Brayden while his company was in turmoil, a decision driven by love rather than careful thought. Yet, no matter how much she devoted herself, he didn't reciprocate her love. The woman in his heart would never be her. Tragedy struck on the night Brayden regained control of the Fowler Group. While he reveled in his victory, Averie endured a heartbreaking miscarriage and nearly lost her life in the freezing sea. Surviving the ordeal, she got tired of all this and resolved to break free from the past through divorce. However, Brayden, unexpectedly changing his heart, refused to let her go. "Averie, our paths were meant to cross. We are bound by fate."/0/70569/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260210152510&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HOUSEMAID
Memories haunted Andrea's dreams, echoes of a past she couldn't escape. Her father's laughter, her mother's tears, and the cold, calculating smile of Julian Richardson. The night her father's business was ruined, the night he died, was etched in her memory like a scar. Andrea's eyes burned with a fire that had fueled her every move since then. Revenge. She had spent years gathering strength, planning, and waiting. Now, she was ready. Andrea slipped on her mask, a perfect facade of innocence and vulnerability. She would infiltrate the Richardson family, gather evidence of their wrongdoing, and bring them down. But nothing could have prepared her for Nathaniel Richardson, Julian's son. Charming, handsome, and kind, he was the last person she expected to fall for. As Andrea navigated the treacherous landscape of the Richardson family's secrets and lies, she found herself torn between her desire for revenge and her growing feelings for Nathaniel. Would she choose to destroy the family that had destroyed hers, or would love redeem them all? This prologue sets the stage for a dramatic and emotional story, introducing the themes of revenge, love, and redemption./1/116641/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a0fe9d6d829187967a81152dec2c9f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Fake Memory Loss, His Real Goodbye
One phone call shattered a seven-year-long dream of love. Holden Campbell believed his fiancée Avery's amnesia was a wound that needed patient healing. He used all his connections, booking appointments with the best neurologists on the East Coast, convinced that science and love could bring back the woman who had accepted his proposal. However, an overheard phone call plunged him into despair—Avery had never suffered from amnesia. She had simply grown tired of their "suffocatingly perfect life," using "selective amnesia" as a costless vacation, and he was nothing more than a toy she could put back on the shelf at any time. When betrayal transformed from suspicion into irrefutable evidence, when his lover's laughter became the sharpest blade, Holden didn't break down, didn't confront her. He simply picked up his phone and dialed a lawyer's number: "I need to change my name. And, liquidate everything I own." A meticulously planned disappearance began. Behind him, the woman who thought she was in control remained unaware—her puppet had cut all its strings, and the script she had crafted was about to lose its only leading man./0/76085/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250611183309&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess
Five years ago, Ava Sinclair was forced into a contract marriage with Damian Cross, a ruthless billionaire CEO, to save her family from financial ruin. Their marriage was cold and transactional, but one night, emotions got the best of them, leading to a passionate encounter. The next morning, Ava overheard Damian saying he would never love her-only tolerate her as his wife. Heartbroken, she left him, pregnant and in hiding. Now, five years later, Ava is back in the city as an accomplished and a successful executive in one of Damian's rival firms. A scandal forces her company into a fake engagement with Damian, a strategic move to keep the media at bay. Damian has no memory of their past marriage-a mysterious accident erased that part of his life. To him, Ava is just an ex-employee, a woman he feels inexplicably drawn to. But when he starts chasing her back, desperate to understand why she despises him, Ava is caught in a web of revenge and longing./1/104961/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a48e61b5ae5f1b1e1b481cb7d8b4efe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession
I went to The Ivy to return a box of scripts and hoodies, hoping to finally bury my past with movie star Harrison Knox. I just wanted to be a good wife to Julian Sterling and keep my family’s business merger intact. But Harrison had other plans. He staged a paparazzi ambush, pulling me into a fake embrace just as the cameras flashed. By the time I got home to our Bel Air estate, the headline "Harrison Knox Heartbroken? Tearful Reunion with Serena Vance" was already trending worldwide. The fallout was brutal. My father called, roaring that the stock was in freefall and threatening to stop my mother’s medical payments if I didn't keep Julian happy. My movie funding was pulled, leaving me to pawn my Birkin bags just to pay my staff. Even worse, Julian’s cold indifference turned into a sharp, quiet rage. He heard me tell a friend that our marriage felt like a transaction, and his response was to toss a black Centurion card at my feet like I was something he’d bought at an auction. I was trapped between a narcissist who wanted to use my trauma for his next script and a father who saw me as nothing but a bargaining chip. Even Julian, the man who secretly bought my movie rights through a shell company to protect me, believed I was still screaming my ex's name in my sleep. When my family finally demanded I lie and accuse Julian of domestic abuse to secure a settlement, I realized I had nothing left to lose. I walked away from the Vance name, deleted every memory of Harrison, and stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean ready to let the tide take me. But Julian didn't come for a divorce. He found me in the dark, his coat heavy on my shoulders and his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "There is no divorce in the Sterling family," he whispered against my ear. "There is only widowhood. You are mine, Serena, until one of us is in the ground."/0/86143/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211211&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Husband's Cruel Indifference
It was my son Ethan' s fifth birthday, a day meant for celebration. His small hand clutched mine, his eyes wide with the innocent wish to visit the city aquarium. But then, my husband David, a man as imposing as the military jacket he wore, declared his plans had changed, dismissing our son' s hopes with chilling indifference. "The aquarium is for common people." he sneered, his true priority a mistress, Lisa Johnson, and their sordid affair. When I begged for just a few hours, David' s face hardened into a mask of cruel indifference. Ethan, sensing the tension, began to cry softly. "Crying? Over something so trivial?" he scoffed, before scooping Ethan into his arms. My son' s cries turned to shrieks as David strode towards our private lake. "I' m teaching him a lesson," he calmly stated. Before I could react, he tossed our five-year-old son into the dark, cold water. The splash was horribly loud, and Ethan' s small body disappeared, then reappeared, flailing, gasping for air. David stood motionless, watching him drown, "If he' s my son, he' ll survive." I screamed, fighting to reach Ethan, but David' s steel grip held me back, forcing me to watch as my son' s struggles grew weaker, his head bobbing, his small hands slapping the water with less and less force. His eyes, wide with terror, locked on me, a desperate, silent plea. Then his head went under. It didn' t come back up. "He failed," David stated, as I collapsed onto the ground, my life shattered. I returned home to find Ethan' s room being dismantled, his world erased, replaced by a nursery for Lisa' s unborn child. They stood there, smiling, planning their future on the ashes of my son' s life. "Ethan doesn' t need a room anymore, Sarah," David said, his voice laced with that same chilling indifference. "He' s dead!" I shrieked, "You killed him!" His response was a dismissive sigh, and Lisa, cunningly feigning distress for her baby, manipulated David into striking me. His slap echoed in the empty room, stinging my cheek, and in that horrifying moment, I saw the monster he truly was. This wasn' t just indifference; it was pure evil. With his father' s help, I held a small memorial for Ethan, a vigil that David and Lisa callously ignored, even sharing a triumphant kiss in front of our son' s symbolic casket. My heart turned to ice. Then David, in a fit of rage, smashed Ethan' s last photograph and burned his beloved teddy bear, extinguishing the last tangible pieces of my son, and with them, any lingering attachment I had to him. Later, I discovered David was sterile, meaning Lisa' s baby wasn' t his. This wasn' t just betrayal; it was a calculated scheme. Clutching the charred remains of Ethan' s teddy bear' s eye, a searing physical anchor to my unimaginable loss, I walked out of that house and that life with a quiet, resolute dignity. I was done./1/102690/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222456&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught In His Web of Manipulation
My genius boyfriend, Colten, was my savior. I was the "slow" girl he single-handedly tutored into NYU. He built my entire academic future, and I thought our love story was a fairytale. But after I found another woman's birth control pills in his bag and caught him in lie after lie with his lab partner, Addisyn, I finally left him. The price was brutal: I failed every class and faced expulsion. Desperate to save myself, I went back. I played the part of his sweet, obedient girlfriend, using his tutoring to ace my retake exams while secretly planning my escape to a new program. The day my transfer was approved, he ambushed me with a public proposal. In front of a cheering crowd, he got on one knee with a diamond ring, ready to trap me in his perfect life forever. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice full of triumph. But before I could answer, a different woman stepped forward. It was Addisyn, and her hand was resting on her pregnant belly./0/46236/coverorgin.jpg?v=21c895e24182a8a1369c5093da892a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet Mafia Heiress
Franzlie McGregor, the youngest daughter of the McGregor family, met Drystan Lynne Brown, a business tycoon and a humble, loving son with a friendly demeanor. It was a fortuitous meeting. Franzlie loves children, but her colleagues are intimidated by her unyielding attitude. It remains to be seen whether Drystan and Franzlie will be a good match. Drystan is a man of action, while Franzlie is more of a thinker. They have different backgrounds and different ways of looking at the world. It will be interesting to see how they interact and whether they can overcome their differences. Only time will tell if Drystan will be able to tame her. Drystan is a strong and determined man. He is used to getting his own way. Franzlie is also strong and determined, but she is also independent and doesn't like to be told what to do. It will be interesting to see if Drystan can be patient enough to win her over. Franzlie is also very intelligent and quick-witted. She is not afraid to challenge Drystan, which he finds both refreshing and infuriating. It will be interesting to see if they can learn to respect each other's differences. Overall, it is too early to say whether Drystan and Franzlie will be a good match. However, it is sure to be an interesting journey to find out./1/107557/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2c93eefa6e8fda8ab0c5d43ddb7f400&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Coldhearted Surgeon's Billionaire Revenge
I stood at the edge of the red carpet, my pulse a steady seventy-two beats per minute. I wasn't the girl they broke eighteen years ago; I was a machine of flesh and bone, calibrated by the sterile lights of the operating theater. But the moment I stepped inside the Hamptons estate, the trap snapped shut. Belle Estrada stood on the stage, her emerald dress shimmering as she pointed a blood-red nail at me. She accused me of corporate espionage, flashing "stolen" lab data across the massive screens for the entire elite crowd to see. The room turned into a shark tank. When the family patriarch collapsed from a massive stroke, Bentley—the man who once watched them ruin me—didn't see a doctor rushing to help. He saw a criminal. He lunged at me, hissing that he would have my medical license revoked and blacklist me from every lab in the country. "This is over," he snarled. "I'll bury you until you're broke and begging." I looked at him and felt nothing but cold, analytical curiosity. They really thought they could steal my life's work a second time. They thought I was still the girl who would cry and beg for mercy while they carved up my future. "You can't blacklist the patent holder, Bentley," I said, my voice cutting through his rage like a scalpel. I held up my phone, displaying the official filing from the USPTO. I wasn't just a guest; I was the sole owner of the very drug they were trying to sell. And standing in the shadows was Julian Vance, the most feared venture capitalist in the city, waiting to collect on his investment. The Everetts wanted a war, but they didn't realize I had already bought the battlefield./1/117615/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f58001e903e231f28a1f8a07453d879&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: The Obsessive CEO's Claim
My fiancé took me to an abandoned warehouse for what he called a private surprise proposal. There was no ring. Only champagne laced with drugs, my adoptive sister stepping out of the shadows, and the sound of them laughing while I collapsed at their feet. Ethan told me I had never been his choice. I was only the obedient foster daughter the family needed for a merger. Seraphina was the woman he loved. The woman he had always loved. Then he told me my brother Julian was dead because of him. A staged truck accident. A convenient tragedy. One less person standing between them and everything they wanted. By the time the truth finally sank in, the warehouse was soaked in gasoline, my body was failing, and the family I had spent my life trying to please had already buried me in their minds. So I stopped begging. I struck a lighter. If they wanted a funeral, I would give them one. The flames took the warehouse, my sister, and me with it. Then I opened my eyes. I was back in my bedroom. Seven days before the betrayal. Seven days before Ethan would try to murder me. Seven days before everyone who had used me would learn that the girl they buried had come back wrong. My phone rang. Hayes Decker. The ruthless Wall Street billionaire. The man powerful families feared, banks obeyed, and enemies disappeared beneath. The man whose obsessive marriage proposal I had once laughed off because I thought Ethan was my future. This time, I answered. His voice was cold, possessive, and dangerously calm. "Marry me, Aria." In my last life, I called him insane. In this one, I smiled. "Yes," I said. "Come get me right now." I was not running to him for love. I was choosing the only monster in New York terrifying enough to help me destroy the ones who killed me. But Hayes Decker did not want a temporary alliance. He wanted me. Body, soul, name, future. And the most dangerous part? The longer he burned the world for me, the harder it became to remember that I had only meant to use him./0/82899/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Cameras, Unseen Terror
Mike was sketching, I was scrolling, just another quiet Tuesday night in the condo we' d built together. Our life was perfectly ordinary, perfectly peaceful. Then came the call: Mike' s mother-in-law, Brenda, had declared herself a reincarnated 1950s movie star, Lila LaRue. Even worse? She insisted Mike was her co-star, Johnny Starlight, reborn. Her eccentric claims quickly escalated into full-blown harassment: relentless calls, unannounced visits, and her moving directly across the hall. She left bizarre notes, stalked my grocery runs, and even planted hidden cameras in our bedroom. The nightmare culminated when her public theatrics cost Mike his job, leaving him utterly shattered. The police offered only a slap on the wrist, powerless against her unyielding delusion. Mike was terrified, his career destroyed, our privacy shattered beyond repair. How could the system be so blind to this sinister obsession? But as Mike reached his absolute breaking point, a cold, calculated rage ignited within me. Brenda demanded an audience for her performance? Fine. I decided to give her one she' d never forget, arming myself with a smartphone and a plan to expose her madness to the entire world./0/51103/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ba4ea210ee6009f60674128f5c55155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled with the Mafia Boss
Raymond Estaban is one of the most successful and merciless don in the American Mafia associates. He was taken into the care of his uncle at a very young age after he lost his Mum. He was raised with no love and emotions. After his uncle's death, he succeeded him as a tough and rugged Mafia. He was feared and respected by all. Raymond grew without the love of a mother. His childhood was with guns and gangsters. His uncle Victor once told him "You have to struggle for power or be killed by those with it." He became a cold hearted murderer with little morals. An unforgiving gangster that would shoot a bullet through the brains of his enemy without remorse. To up his game he'd completely forbidden love for himself. Ashley Williams is a beautiful young woman. After completing her education in Italy, She came home to meet her father's demise. An unknown informant had told her that he was killed by Raymond Estaban. This has left her devastated as she was hoping to bond better with her father. Their relationship had deteriorated after her mother's death. He became reckless and only spent time in his gambling house. The need for security became necessitous as he was always making enemies. It was with this reason that he sent his only daughter off to Italy. Ashley swore to avenge her father's death. She knew he wasn't the pinnacle of father's but he didn't deserve such a gruesome death. Their complicated story starts when Raymond almost killed her boss who was in debt to him but she offered herself as his slave in exchange. The first glimpse Raymond had of her left him in utter awe. She struck him dumb and he immediately knew she was there for a reason. After his findings, he discovered his mystery woman was on to him for revenge. The irony of their situation was that he didn't kill her father. Although he agreed to being her master only because he wanted her as his sex slave. Turns out his rival group Marcus king who was responsible for her father's death wanted to do the same with her or worse, make her his sex slave claiming her father was on his debtors list. Raymond decided to marry her to lay his claims and most importantly, protect her. Their difficult bond begins to blossom when Raymond desires more than just sex from her, resulting in a tangling love affair. His anguish heightens as he realizes she's beginning to affect his emotions and work./1/125402/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1845ffa122c6e6e8ac09ad9dbef5a87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mistaken Night: I'm Carrying My Ex‑Fiancé's Uncle's Baby
After her boyfriend of seven years abandoned her, Nicole pursued his fiancée's powerful uncle. "Marry me, doctor. You can examine me whenever you want," she teased. He rejected her without hesitation, and every attempt to seduce him earned a cold refusal. Eventually, she gave up and agreed to marry someone else. But on her wedding day, the aloof doctor stormed into her dressing room, furious that she'd chosen another man. "You rejected me first. Am I not allowed to marry someone else?" The man's eyes blazed with fury. "Fine. You want me to examine you? Let's do it right now." Everyone claimed Nicole'd married beyond her reach, but only he knew how much pride he'd sacrificed to win her love. That night, his hands found her waist and held on tight, his lips finding hers over and over, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of her./1/101393/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc6dca3fdf81c4ad6b5ec532b3253f33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Wife's Return: Rising From Ashes
I went to the Department of Vital Records to pick up my four-year-old son's death certificate, but I left with a birth certificate for my husband's illegitimate child. The date of birth was August 14th. My son, Leo, had drowned in October. While I was choosing a casket for our child, Eli had been holding his newborn with another woman. I tried to confront him at a charity gala, but his mistress walked in holding their son's hand. The boy pointed at Eli and innocently asked if they were playing the "game" again—the same game they were playing in the bedroom while Leo wandered into the pool and drowned. The truth shattered me. I screamed, lunging at the monsters who let my son die. But Eli didn't comfort me. He shoved me off the stage to protect his mistress, breaking my leg in front of everyone. Later, to silence me forever, his family had me beaten and dumped under a bridge, leaving me blind and broken in the freezing rain. They thought I was dead. They thought they had won. But I survived. I found a doctor who could perform a radical procedure: Targeted Memory Suppression. I chose to surgically excise Eli Stark from my mind completely. Six months later, I stood on stage as a celebrated neuroscientist, my sight restored and my life reclaimed. A haggard, weeping man approached me with a massive diamond ring, begging for a second chance. I looked at him with clear, unrecognizing eyes and asked, "Excuse me, do I know you?"/0/21903/coverorgin.jpg?v=73755c39a17a749b2b8a15f4eaf8461d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
