Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Daughter, His Mistake
My husband, Austin Rogers, had been missing for five years, only to return with a royal illegitimate child. The first thing he did was burst into my daughter Joanna's room, wrap her in a blanket, and throw her into the sauna. His sister, Rosita, sneered as she poured a whole box of leeches inside and locked the door. I rushed over, begging them to let my daughter out. They glared at me with malice. "How dare you plead? The little princess bruised her leg yesterday. If her mother finds out, we'll all be in deep trouble. You're just envious! You want us to stay trapped in this miserable place with you forever." At that moment, I finally understood that they intended to use my daughter's life to appease that Slaka Queen. But their plan was doomed to fail. The person being bitten by leeches inside wasn't my daughter. They were about to face the consequences of their actions./0/68278/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9590fcb4064c2da2901d7fc0c26247d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Her Darkest Hour, His Love Shone Brightest
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did./1/101912/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat Wife's Ultimate Comeback
Everyone told me I was "too much," but billionaire Conor Hudson seemed to love my chaotic energy. I thought his quiet demeanor was a safe harbor. I was wrong. His silence wasn't love; it was a cage he built to hide his obsession with his adopted sister, Hillery. When Hillery committed a hit-and-run, Conor didn't call the police. He grabbed me, his eyes cold and terrifying, and demanded I take the fall for her. "You're my wife," he snarled. "You owe me this." When I refused to be their scapegoat, he imprisoned me in a windowless room, weaponizing my severe claustrophobia to break my mind. That' s when I uncovered the sickest truth of all. Hillery wasn't just his lover. She was a fraud who had stolen my dead sister's art legacy-and was the very reason my sister was murdered. Conor thought he could torture me into silence. Instead, I escaped. On the night of Hillery's lavish engagement party, I hijacked the global live stream. I looked into the camera, smiling at the husband watching in horror. "I' m giving you exactly what you wanted, Conor. You' re free."/0/80011/coverorgin.jpg?v=076a411ae349b780c30b4bc577bd8967&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, The Queen of Fear
My wife, Victoria, laughed too brightly with Julian Thorne, her hand lingering on his arm, a public display of the affair I'd endured for months. My father’s company was gone, my mother frail from a stroke, and Victoria’s funding kept her alive. I was just her husband, a ghost. Then, impulsively outbidding Julian for a priceless patent sparked her cold fury. She drove me to a derelict warehouse, revealing my sick mother’s hospital bed precariously close to a sheer drop. "Give Julian the patent," she hissed, "or Sarah will have a terrible accident." My heart hammered, knowing she'd do it. She didn’t just threaten; she “demonstrated” by plunging a dummy from the bed, watching my agony with a cruel smile. Julian, a venomous presence, further destroyed my father’s memory and framed me for violence. Victoria, blinded by him, deleted my evidence and let me be brutally slapped. The final blow: she announced her pregnancy—a child I never thought possible—and Julian threatened to destroy it if I exposed him. How could the woman who once “saved” me, who funded my mother’s life, become this monstrous, manipulative queen, ruling through fear and humiliation? Why did I allow myself to be trapped in this gilded cage? What hidden truth transformed my life into this twisted nightmare? No more. As I picked up the platinum card she tossed at my feet, I snapped it in half. My mother’s desperate eyes fueled a cold fury. I called my old mentor, ready to embrace Project Chimera. It was time for a new plan, a way out, for both of us./0/81419/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bcbfdadebd3269d2b9363d26f0756a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Their Graves, Her Guilt
For eighteen years, I meticulously crafted a lie, playing the part of a struggling wife. I pushed my hardworking husband, Michael, and our brilliant son, Ethan, to strive for every penny, every academic honor. All while my secret fortune was poured into the life of another man's son, a spoiled rich kid named Brandon. Then, the unthinkable call came: Ethan was dead, a victim of a hit-and-run. My husband was shattered, but my first, chilling reaction was to dismiss him, to protect my opulent charade. Michael, heartbroken and now terminally ill from years of stress, made a horrifying discovery: Brandon, the boy I' d coddled, was the one who took our son' s life. The words I' d once spoken, "A little suffering is fine," became a tormenting echo as Michael' s life ebbed away, destroyed by my deception. How could I have so profoundly failed them? Ethan' s worn diary, discovered amidst his modest belongings, laid bare his silent struggles, his tireless efforts to ease our fabricated poverty. The guilt was a physical blow, awakening a dormant fury. When the dust settled, two new graves stood side by side. My husband, unable to forgive my betrayal, had followed our son. His final words to me, a brutal dare to atone, resonated in the silence. Now, holding a small bottle, standing where my entire world lay buried, I finally understood what true expiation demanded. This was my last act for them./0/83922/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203247&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Daughter, My Public Downfall
My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, a fairytale with Matthew, the District Attorney, my "rock" who saved my family. But then my estranged half-sister, Stella, burst in with a terrifying warning: marry him, and he would destroy me, publicly labeling me insane after his childhood friend, Nicole Fuller, framed me. I dismissed it as delusion until Nicole actually appeared, bruised and crying, accusing me in front of everyone, and Matthew, without a flicker of hesitation, called off the wedding, declared me mentally unstable, and had me dragged away. My own father, Robert Anderson, stood by and disowned me, reinforcing Matthew' s claims as Stella bravely took the fall for a crime she didn' t commit, only to be brutally beaten in jail. Locked away in a notoriously corrupt psychiatric hospital, I faced unspeakable horrors, wondering how my life had spiraled into this nightmare, abandoned by everyone I trusted. Just as all hope faded, my ex-boyfriend, Ethan, rescued me, and Stella revealed the shocking truth: she' d lived this life before, watching me die in that asylum, and our father' s beloved Nicole was his secret daughter, plotting against me all along. Now, the naive Jocelyn is dead, and the only thing left is a burning desire for revenge./0/86425/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211821&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge on My Deceitful Ex
The last thing I remembered from my first life was the cold, damp despair of a prison cell. I was Dr. Ethan Blackwood, once a celebrated heart surgeon, slowly dying from a treatable infection. My life ended because of a single surgery, a complex heart transplant, and the betrayal of my ex-wife, Dr. Olivia Hayes, and her protégé, Liam Davis. They stitched a narrative of my instability and rage, painting me as a villain who abandoned his patient for personal vendettas, leading to Councilman Thompson' s death. I was convicted of medical malpractice and involuntary manslaughter, my license revoked, my reputation shattered, my life utterly destroyed. How could my trusted colleagues, who witnessed the truth, stand by and let such an egregious lie destroy me? Then, my eyes snapped open. I was back. In scrubs. Standing in the scrub room next to Operating Room 3, on the very day the tragedy had first unfolded./0/21504/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518131309&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLSC #4: The Thief of His Heart
BLSC #4 Archer North A guy who loves challenges, music and girls. He thinks love is childish and making people attached to each other. He believes that no one will ever steal his heart since he never felt anything that makes him flutter or excited before until he land his eyes to someone that he never expect to have his heartbeat beating so fast Calla Lockheart A girl who loves music, animals and food. She used to be a little chubby when she was 14, she got teased by the 7 Gold Lifes boys because of her chubbiness but after 6 years she changed, making everybody's fall just with a wink. A healthy diet and workout for 1 year full makes her got her dream body. One day, she met her number one bully.. Archer North./0/44031/coverorgin.jpg?v=3803143e4f9c7a9eb61045d1afc25a66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Years Apart, Hearts Awaken
When the identity of the mysterious Mrs. Marshall's was finally revealed, it set off a citywide sensation. Charged with premeditated murder, she was accused of orchestrating a car collision involving her husband's lover. With his wife behind bars, Mr. Marshall remained steadfast, waiting for the day of his wife's release. However, what greeted him wasn't his wife's release, but her lifeless body, cradling an innocent baby. Six long years later, Kallie returns, no longer carrying the title of Mrs. Marshall. By her side is a clever young girl. When she crosses paths with Mr. Marshall again, Kallie's face lights up with an enchanting smile. "Mr. Marshall," she says gracefully, "I must let you know that I'm happily married now. I sincerely hope you'll behave appropriately."/0/25415/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbd5e78594ad6eb56d53f8a2cad39fdc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Queen (The Forgotten Heiress)
Queenie has a hidden secret, her identity should not be known by everyone, because of this she is forgotten by the people in her world. She's not an ordinary woman yet, let's say she's strong, but what can she do with what the past has set for her? A strongest woman and a famous man will meet, but are they destined for each other or is this where the past begins? Do they know the real past or is it just fiction? The past tried by forbidden love, will it also happen to them?/0/98784/coverorgin.jpg?v=22b9cab38ded11159d2b3be40def0b1e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Surgeon Husband's Ultimate Betrayal
My husband, a brilliant cardiac surgeon, was supposed to perform my mother's high-risk heart surgery. But just as she was being prepped, he texted me about a "major OR emergency"-a multi-car pileup he couldn't avoid. Minutes later, I saw an Instagram story. It was a picture of his hand holding another woman's, posted by a socialite whose mother was his "pet project." The caption read: "My hero, dropping everything for my mother's health scare." He wasn't saving lives in a catastrophic accident. He was holding hands for a photo op while my mother's life was on the line with a replacement surgeon. He chose them over us. He abandoned my mother's surgery for a "health scare," moved his mistress and her mother into the nursery I had prepared for our future child, and then, in front of a crowd at the hospital, publicly denied ever knowing my mother to protect his new "family." I watched him destroy our lives for their applause, for a lie. He called me dramatic, childish, and cruel for not understanding his "compassion." But what he didn't know was that I had already hired the most ruthless divorce attorney in the city. This wasn't a cry for attention; it was a declaration of war./1/113802/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ca40a3f306bfe625b22c771ddabf189&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Came Back, I Broke Him
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left./1/115523/coverorgin.jpg?v=b05481e01f0d99119fc4fb8c1e97f6dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire
Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again. Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman. She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt. They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty. He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard. When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him. Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser. Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job. She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man. But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch. Until her brother called with a shocking warning. "Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!" Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity./0/43562/coverorgin.jpg?v=a47e9fb9e077b7eedc43983f760b1d67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows of survival
In 'Shadows of Survival,' we follow the compelling journey of Sarah, a woman trapped in a nightmarish marriage marked by abuse. Desperate for escape, she takes a life-altering step to protect herself, unintentionally sending her husband to an apparent demise. Facing the consequences, Sarah is imprisoned for her actions. However, life has an unexpected twist in store for her when she discovers that her husband, Kevin, isn't truly gone; he has cunningly orchestrated a new life with another woman. Along the way, she finds that there is more to him than she ever knew. Sarah is determined to uncover her husband's secrets and evil acts. Join her on this journey; Will she break free from her shadows, or be consumed by them? And beneath it all, a touch of romance adds lasting emotion./1/103321/coverorgin.jpg?v=8484a5c78a1478815792cc8ad3a41bd0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Asylum to Empire: Her Sweet Revenge
The scent of lilies still clung to my clothes, a cloying reminder of my daughter Shannon' s tiny casket, yet it was the stench of betrayal that truly choked me. At her graveside, I saw Harlow Faulkner, my closest friend, standing too close to my husband Antonio, her hand possessively on his arm. Then, Antonio hissed, "Francesca, darling, not now," his smile pasted on for onlookers, but his eyes were ice. He' d brought me breakfast in bed, protected me from critics, built an empire with me. Now, he was a stranger. My accusation ripped from me: "You left her alone, Harlow! You left my baby alone, and she died!" Harlow whimpered, "It was SIDS, a tragic accident." Antonio roared, "You're making a scene!" He then revealed the nanny cam was "broken," confirming my darkest fear: he knew. He was part of it. When Antonio' s hand instinctively went to Harlow' s stomach, whispering, "Is the baby alright?" my world shattered. He had a new family. He was erasing Shannon, erasing me. They sent me to an institution, electroshocked and drugged me, then forced me to sign divorce papers. But as I lay broken, a cold, diamond-sharp resolve hardened within me. He thought he could erase me. I would remember everything./0/88616/coverorgin.jpg?v=42b0d71edb8e17462efb95f4826dc1ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prisoners Of Love
"Prisoners of Love" Two souls bound by a destiny they never chose. One haunted by revenge, the other by secrets too dark to tell. When 19-year-old Liana Cruz wakes up in a stranger's mansion with no memory of how she got there, she's told she now belongs to Damian Blackthorn, a cold and powerful mafia heir who claims she destroyed his past. But what starts as revenge turns into obsession. Liana begins to remember flashes of a life she never lived, and Damian starts to question everything he's believed. As hidden truths unravel and fate tightens its grip, can love free them from the chains of the past - or will they remain... prisoners of fate?/0/81420/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bd41ce3320a51e1c266a3daf65c1c59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Diplomat's Daughter's Justice
Sarah Miller was deeply in love with Ethan Hayes, her charming athlete boyfriend of four years. Their relationship felt perfect, built on trust and shared intimacy. A simple visit to the university clinic for a stomach ache seemed innocuous enough. But Ethan' s step-sister, Chloe, a nursing student, botched Sarah' s blood draw, causing her immense pain. When Sarah calmly asked Chloe for an apology, Ethan' s loyalty shockingly shifted. He sold Sarah' s most intimate photos-photos he had taken-to his frat brothers, boasting he was "teaching her a lesson" for slighting Chloe. Sarah discovered her private life plastered across campus forums, her dignity publicly shamed and mocked. Yet, the nightmare escalated further when Ethan, feigning concern, lured her to a party under the false pretense of Chloe' s apology. There, she was drugged with GHB, humiliated, and recorded by Ethan and his friends, their leering faces documenting her violated state. How could the man she loved so deeply betray her so fundamentally, all for a petty slight against his step-sister? Why did his seemingly protective words mask such calculated, cruel sadism? Her world spun in a haze of sickening betrayal, unbearable public degradation, and the terrifying loss of memory from that fateful night. Broken but not defeated, Sarah made a desperate call to her diplomat parents, fleeing the country to heal. Now, years later, armed with a full, terrifying memory of that night and an unwavering resolve, she' s back. And this time, she' s not just escaping-she' s here to ensure every single person who wronged her faces their true reckoning./1/107858/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd0e327aa80b6826f0791f3ce285be73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scumbag CEO's Secret Genius Wife
I was the internet's most feared vigilante, famous for exposing toxic men to millions of live viewers. With one click, I was supposed to take down a local scammer, but the screen glitched. Instead of a petty liar, the face of Kristopher Schaefer-the most powerful billionaire in New York-appeared on the broadcast, branded with a massive red stamp that read: SCUMBAG. The internet went into a frenzy as I called the city's richest man a "leech" who had no spine. Within minutes, my studio was breached and my network was hacked. I fled into the rain, only to be cornered by a fleet of black SUVs. The man I had just publicly humiliated stepped out of the shadows, his eyes burning with a terrifying, cold fury. He didn't just want an apology; he wanted me. Because legally, on a piece of paper buried in a safe three years ago, this "scumbag" was actually my husband. He dragged me back to his sprawling estate, stripping me of my secrets and forcing me into a life of luxury that felt more like a prison. He threatened to ruin me for the billions in stock value I'd wiped out, yet he refused to let me go. I didn't understand why he was protecting me from my own treacherous family or why he looked at me with such starving intensity. I was a forensic accountant who had just declared war on his empire, so why was he putting his mother's priceless emeralds around my neck? Was he trying to silence me, or was there a deeper game at play within his crumbling company? When he finally found the encrypted drive containing his company's darkest financial secrets, the deal changed. "Play the perfect wife," he commanded, pinning me against the wall. "Save my merger, and I might just forget you tried to destroy me." Now, I have to decide if I'm going to finish the takedown, or if I'm the only woman who can save the man I'm supposed to hate./1/103165/coverorgin.jpg?v=738be27b42132fd2afcebda8b3d1c33f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Termination Plot
At eight months pregnant, I believed my life was a fairy tale. I had a perfect home, a miracle son on the way, and Derek—the husband who worshipped the ground I walked on. Or so I thought. One piece of paper turned my fairy tale into a horror story. A vasectomy certificate, hidden in the back of a drawer in his office. It was dated a year ago—six months before our child was conceived. Panic drove me to his corporate office, desperate for an explanation, praying for a misunderstanding. But the truth waiting for me behind his closed door was sharper than any knife. "I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," his best friend, Edison, laughed. "She walks around glowing like a saint." "Patience," my husband’s voice replied, cold and unrecognizable. "The bigger she gets, the harder she falls. And the bigger my payout. It’s all for Else." They weren't just lying. They were betting. They were gambling on my humiliation, treating my life and my unborn child as props in a sick game to avenge his sister. Standing in that hallway, clutching my belly, the woman I used to be shattered. But from the shards, something new was born. Something cold, calculating, and merciless. I didn't flee. I didn't scream. I wiped my face and composed a smile that didn't reach my eyes. If they wanted a game, I would play. But they had no idea that the rules had just changed. I wasn't the prize anymore. I was the punishment./0/84862/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205251&imageMogr2/format/webp)
