Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Too Late Mr. Sterling: You Lost Me
I was the perfect fiancée to Archer Sterling, a tech mogul who demanded I be as polished as his marble countertops. I gave up my art and my identity to fit his world, believing our upcoming wedding was the start of our forever. A mysterious text led me to a hidden folder in a calculator app on Archer’s phone. Inside were photos of him with his assistant, Mia, and texts calling me a "dead fish" and "manageable" collateral for his upcoming IPO. The humiliation peaked at my final bridal fitting. Archer ditched me for a hotel tryst with Mia, leaving me to overhear the salon staff mocking me as a "clueless gold digger." When I collapsed in the hallway, barefoot and broken, Archer didn't offer a hand. He only scolded me for "making a scene" and ordered me to be "supportive" of his busy schedule. The seven years I spent molding myself into his ideal woman were a lie. I wasn't his partner; I was a character in a play he wrote for his investors. My love had been met with calculated contempt, and my sacrifices were treated as his due. That night, I found Mia’s silk stockings shoved in my guest bathroom. The scent of her perfume in my home was the final breaking point. When Archer tried to touch me, my skin crawled with a physical rejection I couldn't mask. I locked the door, shredded the stockings, and called the one man Archer feared: Julian Van Der Bilt. "Does your offer for help include getting me out of here?" I asked. "Pack a bag," Julian’s voice rumbled through the dark. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't let him see you leave."/1/127349/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a5d94bad2efba54c0083044af637bab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Contract Wife Is A Hidden Genius
For three years, I played the perfect wife to hockey star Halsey Mays, naively thinking my devotion could eventually warm his frozen heart. Until I overheard him telling his grandfather that our marriage was just a cheap PR stunt, and he would never let a woman like me bear his child. To make matters worse, his ex-girlfriend had just flaunted her pregnant belly in my face, proudly carrying his baby. When my heartbreak finally pushed me to confront him, he cornered me in my room and mocked my pain. He told me I was completely worthless, just a contract clause his family bought to save his career. He even threatened to destroy my family's company if I didn't obediently play my part as his caged canary. I had given up my friends, my dreams, and my entire dignity for a man who looked at me with pure disgust. My three years of cautious, desperate love were nothing but a pathetic joke to him. My heart completely died in that moment. I calmly demanded a divorce, signed the papers, and refused his ten million dollar payout so I could leave with nothing. But just as I turned to walk away as a free woman, his cold facade completely shattered. He grabbed my wrist, his eyes burning with a crazed, terrifying obsession, and threw me onto the bed. "The contract is over, but you will always be mine."/0/83224/coverorgin.jpg?v=91cb36c6957299c5a170a6047935af1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Trust Shatters
I, Sarah Thompson, a driven software developer, had poured my life into securing a multi-million dollar Manhattan condo and a coveted spot at the elite Parkside Academy for my daughter, Emily, envisioning her perfect future. My well-ordered world came crashing down mid-business trip when an unknown South Bronx public school called, bizarrely claiming my Emily Thompson was enrolled there, accumulating unpaid fees and behavioral issues. Rushing back to Parkside, my heart hammered as I was shockingly accused by the headmistress of being an imposter, attempting to abduct my own child. The surreal nightmare intensified when my husband, Kevin, arrived hand-in-hand with his high school flame, Jessie, and publicly disavowed me, coldly labeling me mentally unstable and proclaiming Jessie as Emily's mother. My mind reeled from the sudden, grotesque betrayal; how could the man I trusted orchestrate such a calculated deception, twisting reality to paint me as a delusional stranger? Every fiber of my being screamed over the injustice, desperate to know: Where was my real Emily? The gut-wrenching revelation that our daughter was neglected in his abusive mother's trailer park jolted me from despair, igniting an unyielding resolve. I wouldn't just fight; I would dismantle every lie to reclaim my child and expose their monstrous plot./1/102691/coverorgin.jpg?v=032b050532b704ec91e163415c7abeb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sacrifice, Her Cold Indifference
I was forced to marry Drake Knox, a Wall Street titan twice my age. I fought him at every turn, but his cold control slowly melted into a possessive passion I couldn't resist. Then his ex-girlfriend, Julia, returned, claiming a terminal illness had brought her back to him. He chose her. When I was injured and left bleeding in a hotel lobby, he ran to comfort her. When she murdered my dog, Peanut, and framed me, he believed her lies without question. His punishment for my "betrayal" was to lock me away in his mansion, a gilded cage he called protection. He sacrificed my safety, my sanity, and my freedom for the woman he truly loved. I was just a substitute. So I ran. And when he chased me down a highway, I gave him an ultimatum: let me go, or watch me die. I stepped in front of a speeding truck. I never expected him to swerve his own car into its path, sacrificing himself to save me./0/86793/coverorgin.jpg?v=8941ea5af223e39160b044c981a7e0bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turns To Ashes
The call from the police station was a splash of ice water in the face: an accident, they said. My daughter, Lily, was gone. The words "We did everything we could" shattered my world, made worse by the cold, clinical police report: the other driver, Olivia Hayes, my ex-husband Ethan's new girlfriend, was intoxicated. Ethan Vance, perfect as always in his tailored suit, smooth and controlled, called it a "terrible tragedy." Days later, his lawyers offered a settlement with too many zeros. When I refused, Ethan himself came, effortlessly opening my door with his old key. He threatened my frail grandmother, Rose, the only family I had left, with a "little fall," forcing me to sign the papers. He was erasing all trace of me from his life. Just two hours after I signed, the phone rang again: Grandma Rose had fallen, critically injured. At the hospital, the same one where I'd lost Lily, she pressed a key into my hand, her last act of protection. My grandmother was gone. I stood over her grave, her words, "Live," echoing in my head. Then Olivia Hayes, pristine in white, walked in, dripping false sympathy. "You must be cursed," she sneered. Rage, raw and pure, surged through me. Ethan, who had once been my knight, pulled me back, commanding me to apologize to the woman who had already stolen everything. His face, once filled with love, was now cold, cruel, and unforgiving./0/78033/coverorgin.jpg?v=c969640d13d75284285564c74b2ccee0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Shot With My Glamorous Ex-wife
"Madelyn spent years in a marriage built on lies, loving a man whose heart had never been hers. It had always belonged to her adopted sister, Rebecca. When the truth came crashing down, everything she believed in shattered with it. Broken and betrayed, she walked away, determined to reclaim the pieces of her life. But just when she thought she was finally free, Jason returned, eyes full of regret, pleading for another chance. ""Can we go back to the way things were?"" Now, torn between the pain of the past and the ghost of love, Madelyn must decide: trust him again or finally choose herself."/0/56295/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddebe62c8086810fd98b59c5ca1c3955&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taking back her throne
Anna Jenkins is a genius young scientist. After inventing a time machine, she was drugged and an evil woman stole her invention. While struggling in the time machine, an error occurred that caused the two of them to time travel to another timeline three years ago. Anna suddenly realized she was living in the body of Tracy Thompson, a famous actress and model who died while at the peak of her career. Suspecting that the mastermind behind this, Rose Harris, was also the one who stole her inventions, Anna decided to stay in this timeline to take back what was taken away. And revenge for Tracy, why not? "What about me? After taking revenge, will you return to your old world?" Liam, Tracy's fiance, asked her. "You? I'm not interested in someone who's just handsome but useless." Anna curled her lips and said. Liam: "..." Anna never thought she would fall in love in this world, but then revenge for Tracy is not as simple as she expected./1/101069/coverorgin.jpg?v=a58491ab86e4337b6ff7c8384a41731a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!
For three years, Averie pushed herself through a secret marriage, waiting for the day she could finally wear a white dress and be seen as his wife. The night before she could finally walk down the aisle, he confessed without a hint of hesitation that he was marrying the woman who once rescued him instead. The "fake" divorce agreement she signed for him shattered into a real, icy breakup that finally freed her wounded heart. When he returned in remorse, begging for just one more chance, a ruthless business magnate pulled Averie close and muttered coldly, "You're too late. She's my woman now."/0/32935/coverorgin.jpg?v=b33a031a6e6d23fe3afbc133a01ae3ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning Back The Heart Of My Cool Ex-wife
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?/1/119563/coverorgin.jpg?v=e09ea0b754ae49bc91f2f616b1274c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire
I was six months pregnant with twins, excitedly waiting for my husband to come home. But instead of sharing my joy, he threw a divorce agreement on the coffee table. He coldly called our marriage a mere transaction, mocking my trailer-park origins and claiming my children didn't deserve his wealthy family's name. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his mistress walked into our home. She deliberately threw herself backward down the stairs, screaming that I had pushed her. My husband didn't hesitate. He rushed to her side, looking at me with pure, murderous loathing. "You are the most vicious creature I have ever met." The sheer cruelty of his betrayal struck me like a physical blow, and a massive hemorrhage buckled my knees. As a pool of crimson blood spread across the pristine marble, I reached out, begging him to save our babies. But he just scooped up his mistress—who only had a sprained ankle—and walked right past my bleeding body without looking back. I was pronounced dead in that cold hospital, taking my unborn children with me. Why was my devotion repaid with such callous abandonment? How could he let his own flesh and blood die for a liar's fake tears? Five years later, I returned, no longer the helpless, discarded wife. I was now a legendary hacker, a miracle surgeon, and a rising Hollywood star, with my two genius sons alive and thriving by my side. When my ex-husband finally tracked me down, pinning me against a wall with desperate, bloodshot eyes, I simply offered a polite smile. "Sir, I believe you have mistaken me for someone else."/1/101394/coverorgin.jpg?v=9532f90e9932899ba343f7cb14147540&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scar He Left: Finding True Love
For three years, I was Colton’s hands and feet. I wiped the sweat from his brow and taught him to walk again after the accident that nearly killed him. He promised me a future. But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Charlie, returned from Paris, I became nothing. "She was just the crutch I needed to walk to you," I heard him tell her. At his recovery party, Charlie shattered his late father’s cherished wooden puzzle box and blamed me. She shrieked that I had poisoned her soup out of jealousy. Colton didn't hesitate. He didn't check the security footage. He didn't ask for the truth. He gripped my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks, and forced the scalding broth down my throat. "Eat it! Prove you're not crazy!" He roared while I choked on blood and blisters, the hot liquid searing my skin. He chose the woman who abandoned him over the woman who saved his life. I took the severance check, deleted every photo, and vanished into the night. Six months later, I was accepting an award for my new rehabilitation clinic in Australia, wearing a diamond ring given to me by a man who treats my scars like gold. Colton stood in the back of the auditorium, looking like a ghost. He had finally discovered that Charlie was a fraud who faked her "spiritual journey" to get illegal plastic surgery. He came to beg for forgiveness. But when our eyes met, I didn't feel anger. I didn't feel love. I turned my back on him and walked into the light./0/21904/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Di you Miss me?
“hello sister? Can you please come and get me here at SD hotel? I’m so drunk and I can’t drive I’ll call mother to let her know, “ that my sister Gail “Ok just wait me there what room?” I ask, “ I’m here at room 000 make it fast you know I really feel uncomfortable ,” I was studying when my sister called me, where just at the same age and she’s not just studying but working at the biggest company too here in G city, I just change my shirt and pants to go get her, It’s almost 5 minutes when I get here at SD hotel this hotel is just near at my apartment, that’s why It took 5 minutes only even I just walk to here, I ask the front desk and they told me which floor, when I get there the door is slightly open, I knock but no one’s answering me, so I just walk in, it’s so dark and I can’t see a thing, so I raised my hand to look for a switch but before I press it there’s a hand that grab and pull me, “How dare you drug me, Gail your so brave to do this to me, and because of what you have done, you know what the consequences you will get back, “/0/82576/coverorgin.jpg?v=314c680b4f4096d810b08609ff15d8fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hummingbird's Broken Song
I gave up everything for him. My spot at the world' s most prestigious art conservation guild, five grueling years working three dead-end jobs – all to pay off the $50,000 "debt" from my boyfriend Liam' s "failed startup." Tonight, I held the final cash payment, ready for our new beginning. But when I arrived at the exclusive VIP lounge to meet his "loan shark," my world imploded. Liam wasn' t the struggling entrepreneur I knew. He was in a tailored suit, laughing with a socialite, Chloe. And his "loan shark"? Just an employee bowing to him. Then I heard his voice, cold and smooth: "Another fifty K from the little workhorse. She actually did it." My sweat, my exhaustion, my sacrificed dreams-all a cruel joke. They had used me. And then, the sickening climax: his plan for "phase two," a fake $100,000 "debt" to "keep her busy, keep her grateful." The delicate touch of my hands, capable of restoring centuries-old masterpieces, now calloused and trembling with a rage so profound it stole my breath. How could the man I loved orchestrate such a monstrous deception? How could he watch me suffer for years and feel nothing but contempt? My entire life felt like a meticulously constructed lie. But from the ashes of betrayal, a new fire ignited. That $50,000 wasn't for him. It was mine. A desperate call to my old mentor offered a lifeline: a job across the ocean. I wouldn't cower. I was taking my life back, reclaiming my destiny, and I would face him one last time before soaring free./1/104963/coverorgin.jpg?v=eadc210d5b6541dc891b6638a6a3bcb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruined Heiress and Her Ruthless Monster
My fiancé cheated on me with a bottle service girl on the giant screen at our own engagement party. I woke up the next morning in a strange bed, smelling of sandalwood and expensive scotch, only to realize I was in the penthouse of Julian Blackwood—the man I had cruelly humiliated ten years ago. Before I could even process the shame, my world collapsed. My father suffered a massive stroke, and my half-brother Conrad immediately moved to seize the family empire, while a swarm of illegitimate siblings emerged to strip us of every cent. "You're a stain on my floor, Vivian," Julian told me, his eyes as cold as a stormy sea. He didn't just want me gone; he wanted to watch me go bankrupt. My stepmother hissed that I needed to get on my knees and beg him to be our lawyer, or we’d end up on the street. Then, a biker with a metal bat tried to kill me on a dark Hamptons road, proving my own family had already put a price on my head. I didn't understand why the boy I once called "the gardener's son" was now the only one standing between me and a shallow grave. Julian saved my life from the wreck, but his touch felt like a threat. Was he protecting me, or just making sure he was the one who got to finish me off? Standing in the lobby of Blackwood & Partners, I looked straight into the security cameras and told the biggest lie of my life. I told the world that Julian was obsessed with me, turning a restraining order into a scandalous affair. If I had to be a villain to survive my own family, I would be the most dangerous one New York had ever seen./0/86145/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211210&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sacrifice, Her Redemption, Their End
My family' s crimes finally caught up to us. To save them, I had no choice but to "sell" myself to Sarah Jenkins, my ex. She was the daughter of my family' s biggest victim, and she made me her personal assistant, a pawn in a game of twisted revenge. For three years, her luxurious penthouse became my cage. I endured unimaginable physical and psychological torture, from electric shocks and beatings to being forced to sleep on the floor and eat scraps. When her new husband, Mark Peterson, joined in, things worsened. He carved the word "CRIMINAL" into my arm, turning me into a branded animal. Consumed by despair, I plotted to crash a private jet with them onboard, but Sarah's desperate cry to protect Mark, the man who aided in my torment, made me hesitate. Their twisted dependency baffled me; why would she protect him after all he' d done? Then, Mark found the ashes of my parents, which I had secretly saved, and began to mix them with mud, planning to use them as shark bait. My last shred of dignity shattered. I pleaded with Sarah, reminding her of her promise to leave their remains untouched, but she coldly dismissed it. As she watched, I scooped the filthy ash into my mouth, choosing to become their grave. I was broken, bleeding, and ready to die. But my desperate act triggered a response in her I hadn't seen. She pushed Mark away, protecting me in her own brutal way, just before I pulled her into the ocean with me. In the cold depths, surrounded by sharks, I found myself fighting to save the woman who had systematically destroyed me. It still bewilders me why a love so broken, so entwined with hatred, could force such a sacrifice. My death was inevitable, but it brought me a strange peace. Little did I know, Sarah had meticulously planned every cruel act, using me to destroy Mark. Yet, in her twisted revenge, she blurred the lines between love and hate so completely that my sacrifice somehow became her ultimate redemption. My story has ended, but hers has just truly begun./0/83225/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcb067f6e97d427b6ea00cc74c46b473&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Hidden Family, His Stolen Life
For two decades, Ethan diligently built a restaurant empire alongside his wife, Sarah, fulfilling their DINK pact. He even underwent a vasectomy and publicly claimed infertility, protecting her from family judgment, believing their shared dream was unbreakable. Then, a single legal document shattered his meticulously crafted world: a share transfer agreement for two 10-year-olds, Finn and Belle Miller. A quiet inquiry confirmed the unthinkable – they were Sarah' s secret children, born a decade ago, with her "childhood friend," Mark. Sarah, chillingly, dismissed them as a "platonic favor," clarifying she still didn't want children "with him." Her family sided with her, portraying Ethan as unreasonable. Humiliation deepened at a public party when Sarah announced major company shares would go to Finn and Belle, cementing Ethan's public replacement. The ultimate insult: when Finn lied about Ethan, Sarah, without a blink, slapped her husband, choosing her secret son's word over their twenty years of marriage. How could he have been so blind? He'd sacrificed his chance at fatherhood, endured silent pity and judgment, all for a woman who secretly built an entire, separate life, using his devotion as camouflage. The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. With cold resolve, Ethan signed the divorce papers, leaving behind a video revealing the truth of Finn' s lie and Sarah' s unquestioning cruelty. He walked out forever, ready to find a peace she' d never allowed him./1/102692/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc3f9b5424962336591ad0a82d9a5e77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance To Save Our Lives
My daughter Jodie died in my arms. The doctor' s words were a death sentence: "Severe neglect. Malnutrition. Multiple internal injuries." But my husband, the famous life coach Julian Maynard, didn't mourn. He issued a public statement. He called Jodie a "challenging child" and twisted her death into a tragedy about mental health, all to enhance his compassionate image. He even publicly forgave the boy who had tormented her, the same boy he brought into our home to teach Jodie "resilience." My own life ended in a fire, a final, violent release from a world of his making. As the flames consumed me, I couldn't understand. How could the man I loved build his legacy on the grave of our daughter and the ruins of my life? Then, I opened my eyes. The divorce papers sat on the table, his signature a stark black stain. It was years earlier. Before the fire. Before Jodie died./0/93283/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213924&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Perfect Marriage Built On Lies
For five years, I believed I had the perfect marriage. That ended the day I saw my husband in the park with his son—a son I never knew existed, and a woman my family told me was dead. The woman was Morgan, my adoptive sister who tried to have me killed in a hit-and-run before vanishing. My husband and parents swore she died in a car crash. They all lied. I found a hidden tablet, a five-year highlight reel of my life as a cover story. Photos of a pregnant Morgan. Videos of my husband, David, teaching their son to say “Dada.” Even pictures of my own parents, holding the secret grandson they adored while telling me I wasn't ready for a child. My entire world, my entire family, was a complete fabrication. But the final blow was a recording of David’s voice, discussing a “Plan B” in case I ever discovered the truth. “We can have her declared mentally incompetent. We can have her committed and out of our way for good.” They weren’t just betraying me; they were ready to lock me in a psychiatric ward and throw away the key. So that night, on our fifth anniversary, when David handed me a cup of “calming tea” sent by my mother, I smiled. I played the part of the loving wife one last time, then walked out the door forever. They wanted to erase me, so I decided to become a ghost./0/36829/coverorgin.jpg?v=c31e70f4b10ae8ebf00777e0b5b561ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarry My Perfect Husband
In her previous life, Kathryn mistakenly trusted in Caylee and Edmund. As a result of her foolish naivete, her family was destroyed and she was burned alive. Now that she was reborn, she vowed to tear down their facade and see them for who they truly were. She would avenge the tragic ending of her previous life and cherish her perfect husband Willard, who was the only one who was there for her in her previous life. After getting married, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “With you, my life is perfect.” "Really? What if you want to divorce me in the future?" “Never! In fact, let’s make a baby tonight. From now on, if you dare to look at another woman, I’ll break your legs.”/1/101070/coverorgin.jpg?v=503a8a3b51b6e8162f1923539a1a2b3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
