Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Twisted Redemption
Eight years ago, I had stupid dreams of a picket fence and a life with Ethan Carter. Then, at our high school graduation, I told him I was pregnant. Ethan didn' t just laugh; he dragged me in front of my father, accusing me of being a slut and my dad of destroying his first love, Sarah – a lie that killed my mother and paralyzed my father. I became a pariah, a strip club waitress raising his son in a shithole town, while he became a wealthy, powerful man. Why did he do it? Why this twisted revenge that shattered my family and turned my life into a living hell? Now, he's back, trying to steal my son, but after Sarge, my only protector, died trying to save us, and my father was murdered, enough is enough. I' m Izzy Rossi, and this time, the hunt is on./0/77682/coverorgin.jpg?v=deea88ec5626737dbcce0aa8ad5b8d36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CHASING HIS CONTRACT WIFE
"Marry me and save your family's reputation or stand the chance of loosing everything." He said, his face stoic. She stood there watching him, the same man she had hated and wished death on for most of her adult life. "I'll marry you." She answered, defeated. Sophia Tyler never thought she would meet Bran Garner, the heartless billionaire who previously broke her heart. But when her family's debts became overwhelming, she was left with no option but to meet him again and put her signature on the line. The agreement? In just a year being his wife, her family's money problems will be resolved. Will she survive in a world filled with a lot more than luxury? where her strength is tested and secrets threatening to tear everything apart?/1/106623/coverorgin.jpg?v=59411c46b2d782df12117e4f3202c05e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Heiress's Debt to the Billionaire
I was once the princess of the Upper East Side, but now I’m just "debt wrapped in pretty skin." To keep my father alive in a federal penitentiary, I signed a contract I didn't fully understand. I thought it was about restoring my family's name, but producer Barnett Orr treated it like a bill of sale for my soul. Inside his limousine, the air smelled like gasoline and fear. Barnett didn't want a star; he wanted a victim. He bruised my jaw and ripped my vintage silk gown to shreds, laughing because he knew I couldn't fight back without signing my father's death warrant. "Don't forget who owns you, Felicity," he whispered. When he dragged me into Dewitt Knight’s penthouse party, I was a walking disaster. I huddled in Barnett’s oversized jacket, my lip bleeding and my spirit shattered. The elite crowd didn't see a victim; they saw a fallen girl selling herself for a role. A former rival poured red wine over me, and the room erupted in cruel laughter while Barnett told everyone he was just "testing my commitment." I looked up at the balcony, locking eyes with Dewitt Knight. He was a god in a bespoke suit, looking down at me with cold, lethal disgust. He didn't see the bruises or the desperation. He only saw a transaction he found beneath him. "So the rumors are true," he said, his voice cutting through the music. "The Aguilars really will do anything for money now. Even this." I was trapped between a monster who wanted to break me and a man who thought I was trash. No one cared that my father's life depended on my silence. When Barnett cornered me in a guest room later that night, his belt jingling like a death knell, I realized no one was coming to save a girl like me. I fought back with a crystal vase, shattering it against his shoulder, but I was drowning in my own terror. Just as Barnett lunged for my throat, the door was kicked off its hinges. Dewitt stood there, finally seeing the blood on the carpet and the map of purple bruises on my bare back. He chased the monster away, but I didn't feel safe. I locked the guest room door, wedged a chair under the handle, and slept with a silver letter opener pressed against my skin. When I crept into the kitchen at midnight and found him waiting in the shadows, I aimed the blade at his heart. "In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble. But in a world where I had already been sold once, I knew that even protection came with a price I couldn't afford to pay./0/81906/coverorgin.jpg?v=80ea9ffbe73f540470276e10723055ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hand, My Song, My Freedom
The smell hit me first, thick, choking smoke, then Lila' s terrified scream ripped through the festival noise. Jax, my fiancé, was a blur beside me, his face tight with a desperate need to save her. He started towards The Swamp Shack, towards the hungry flames devouring the old wooden walls. My body wanted to lunge, to grab his arm, to scream, "No, Jax, don't!" But this time, I didn't. Because I remembered. I remembered the searing pain as burning wood crashed down, crushing my left hand, destroying my music, obliterating my future, in another life. I remembered Jax' s face, twisted not with concern for me, but with fury, after Lila was dead and my hand a useless, mangled thing. "It's your fault, Scarlett! You should have saved her, not me!" his words, a brand on my soul. His family' s money, a weapon that bled me dry, blackballing me from every gig, every chance I had. I remembered the suffocating silence of his plantation, the cold dismissal in his eyes every day of our sham marriage. Oh God, and the smokehouse. Locked in, the Louisiana summer sun beating down, the air so thick I couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, utterly alone. I gasped, the memory so real I could taste the ash and the terror. Now, in this life, Jax was yelling Lila' s name again, ready to play the hero, just like before. But this time the script was mine. This time, I stepped aside. I just watched him charge into the inferno, pure indifference a cold comfort. My hand, my precious hand, was safe. My music was still mine./0/84409/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3755cbb6739b4fdae7603b3db7d68c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster My Wife Became
My daughter Chloe was the bright star of my life. I' d traded Silicon Valley for stay-at-home dad life, and her seventh birthday at "Galaxy Adventure" was everything. But the park was closed for a private event, and I watched my wife, Molly, embrace her high school sweetheart, a man who' d nearly ruined her family years ago. Chloe, oblivious, ran to her mom, only to be met with a hateful shriek: "What is she doing here?" Molly, enraged, shoved our daughter, then strapped my terrified child into a high-G-force simulator, cranking every dial to maximum. Chloe's screams were lost to the machine, and moments later, she lay limp, bleeding, dying. Molly bought off every neurosurgeon in the state, sending me cartoon band-aids as Chloe flatlined. With Chloe dead in my arms, and Molly mocking me, a chilling emptiness settled over my soul, replacing all emotion with a cold, hard resolve. They thought I was destroyed, but I made a choice that day: I'd take everything from her, just as she'd taken my everything. I needed the world to see her for the monster she was. So, I faked my own death, leaping from her penthouse balcony into the spotlight of every news camera./0/85817/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a8a086de1c8234c9adf4888a449b61a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Test, My Broken Heart
The hospital air was cold, the envelope in my trembling hands heavy with the thirty thousand dollars – every penny my mother and I had scraped together to save her. But the bed was empty. The nurse' s soft words, "She' s gone," shattered my world. Then came the note, her shaky handwriting revealing a truth more devastating than death: She' d endured unbearable pain, not for a cure, but to save money for Jake, for my freedom. Clutching her ashes, I arrived at Jake' s office, the "good man who' d just lost his way." Then I heard it-voices from the conference room: my creditor, Chloe Adams, and Jake' s cold, analytical voice. "You can' t have a gold digger for a wife," Chloe purred. And Jake' s reply, chilling me to the bone: "Next, I need to know if she' s truly devoted to me… If she still loves me and not my money, then I' ll marry her." My mother died for a lie. His "struggle," our sacrifices, our love – it was all a cruel, elaborate test. A game. He was the CEO of Miller Corp, a billionaire, and I was just a lab rat in his sick experiment. I walked out, leaving him, his lies, and the ruins of my life behind. I will never look back./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./0/52496/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6f5a0071a19572201f00ba719212341&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up Married
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder./1/115071/coverorgin.jpg?v=30d8d5f2d7bddc54713e6651113202c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mother Died For My Freedom
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free. But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. My fiancé, Drake, didn't hesitate. He called me a disgusting gold-digger and threatened to pull my mother's medical funding to force me into an abortion. The shock of his cruelty sent my mother into cardiac arrest. She died right there in the hospital. They demanded I abort a child that could never exist, a lie built to destroy me. But they didn't know my secret. After my mother' s death, I finally told him the truth that shattered his world: I was born without a uterus. And with her last letter in my hand, I walked away from him forever./0/82845/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ec1df021bbfe11d9acd22a72696b63a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke Her, She Built Herself
Eight years. Eight years of quiet longing, finally answered. Sarah Miller stared at the positive pregnancy test, her hand trembling slightly, a small, hopeful smile touching her lips. This was it. Mark and she were finally going to be parents. Their whispered dream was coming true. Her phone buzzed. An unknown Instagram account. A direct message. Curiosity pricked. She pressed play. The shaky video captured Mark' s unmistakable voice: "...after eight years, the spark just isn't the same with Sarah." Her blood ran cold. The hopeful smile vanished, replaced by a stark, gaping void. The pregnancy test clattered to the floor. Her world tilted. A flash in a mirror revealed Chloe Davis, the intern from Mark' s firm. Suddenly, the "late nights" and phone secrecy clicked. This wasn't just a fading spark; an illicit fire was being stoked. The cruelty was a physical blow, especially on this day. The next morning, at the OB-GYN, her confirmed pregnancy felt hollow. Leaving, she saw them: Mark, his arm around a limping Chloe. His tone dismissive: "Another fertility consultation, Sarah? Don' t stress." The cloying perfume, now familiar, suffocated her. How could he be so casually cruel, so protective of his "mentee," oblivious to what she carried? Her voice dangerously quiet, Sarah pulled out her phone. "A mentee?" she asked, and held up the screen, letting Mark's recorded betrayal fill the air. The truth was out. This was war./0/84253/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfb6c395f1865336bb7ad0ae4ca7d245&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweetest Escape
My last breath was a ragged gasp at 48, my heart giving out from sheer exhaustion. The final image burned into my mind: my husband, Matthew, laughing at a lavish birthday party with Stella, his mistress, who had gotten rich from a real estate boom built on my stolen money. Then, I woke up, 23 again, weeks before my wedding to that very man. In my first life, I was a trusting fool, sacrificing everything for a man who drained me dry and used my inheritance to fund his mistress's rise. I realized the cruel irony: his opulent life was built on my hidden sweat, my endless labor, while I toiled for a family that wasn't even truly mine. This time, things would be different. This time, I would protect what was mine and claim the life they stole./0/65637/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526190119&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold to the Ruthless Mafia
Elena Hartley's life is shattered when her stepbrother, Marcus, sells her to mafia leader Victor Martinez to settle his debts. Trapped in a world of power and control, Elena is forced into a marriage with Victor, a man who sees her as a mere pawn in his ruthless game. As she grapples with her new reality, Elena forms an unlikely alliance with Alexander Cross, a powerful figure with his own agenda. Together, they set their sights on destabilizing Victor's empire, targeting key players like Jonah Sterling, an old ally of Victor's. As Elena navigates a treacherous world of deception, manipulation, and betrayal, she must decide how far she's willing to go to reclaim her freedom and take control of her destiny. The lines between enemy and ally blur, and Elena's struggle for survival becomes more complicated by the day./0/38417/coverorgin.jpg?v=aca88561b93617c1fcc4a9fa7f5a6b87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Morbid Fascination: You Mean the Whole World to Me
Freya sacrificed her happiness and youth just to save her sick mother's life and her family's hospital. She was forced to marry Brennan, a man who was in a three-month coma after having an accident. It was a contractual marriage, but it still bonded them together. Freya already resigned herself to never seeing her vegetative husband awake, but she was in for a surprise. On their wedding night, her vegetative husband suddenly stirred and opened his eyes. Freya almost had a heart attack! What did the future hold for them now that Brennan unexpectedly woke up? Were they going to stay married? Or would Brennan throw her out?/0/83471/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6c3e78296c333504e85af1c97a606dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife, Her Lover, And The Lies
The world came back with a roar, a wall of sound and heat that shook the truck. It was happening again. Trapped in my vehicle, surrounded by a raging wildfire, I looked at Jessica, my wife, and Dylan, her lover. This wasn't my first life, where I just died in the flames. This time, they didn't simply abandon me. As the inferno closed in, Jessica's eyes turned cold, calculating. "Block the hole," she commanded, throwing the fire shelter-the one I'd bought-over Dylan. They shoved me into the gap, turning me into a screaming, human shield. I woke up in a burn unit, every inch of my body ablaze with pain. Yet, they were on national TV, lauded as "Cascade Survivors," my wife's perfectly placed tears painting me as a reckless coward. They came to my hospital bed, not for sympathy, but to threaten divorce, demanding I confirm their lies, all while actively stealing my very last dollars. Scalded, slandered, and stolen from, a cold, pure rage began to burn inside me, finally erasing every last trace of the love I once held for her. They thought I was broken, utterly annihilated. They thought I had nothing left to lose. They were wrong. With bandaged, trembling fingers, I reached for my phone. "My name is Liam Hale," I rasped, "and I need to report a crime. My credit card has been stolen, and I know exactly who did it."/0/82376/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f1625cd5fcd31df8a8082895be45f9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thompson Family Fraud
I was finally moving to Austin, landing my dream software job. The apartment search was the last hurdle before my new life truly began. Then the leasing office called. My credit was flagged, not for me, but for 'Thompson Family Ventures LLC' – a company I' d never heard of, with massive unpaid taxes and delinquent loans, all tied to my name. My Uncle Rick was behind it. Turns out my dad knew about it, dismissing it as 'just a formality' even as my apartment application hung in limbo. At our family BBQ, I confronted Rick, but my dad, and even my grandmother, ordered me to 'let it go for family peace,' calling me disrespectful for demanding accountability. The betrayal cut deep; they chose him over me, again. How could they? My future, my credit, my very identity were on the line because of my uncle' s schemes, and my own family was telling me to sacrifice everything to protect him. Was I just expected to bear this burden for 'family peace'? But when Dad collapsed with a heart attack, and Uncle Rick had the audacity to try to strong-arm me into signing away my legal rights under the guise of 'helping' with medical bills, Dad' s denial finally shattered. His tearful apology, and my mom's fierce, unwavering support, finally gave me the clarity – and the blessing – I needed. This wasn't just about me anymore. It was time to fight back. And expose everything./1/116323/coverorgin.jpg?v=4099b7791a4d297eca180f1649f7ea06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Office Romance With My Husband
Breanne was secretly married to Gabriel Baldwin, the icy and ruthless CEO of Aura Design. To the rest of the company, they were nothing more than bitter professional enemies. But during the most important executive board meeting of her career, Gabriel completely crossed the line. He ruthlessly tore apart her eco-friendly resort design, publicly rejecting weeks of her sleepless nights as financially unviable and forcing her to start from scratch. The public humiliation instantly made her a target. Vicious office rumors spread like wildfire, claiming Breanne had plagiarized her designs and was sleeping with partners to climb the corporate ladder. While she fought off toxic colleagues, Gabriel's private behavior grew dangerously possessive. When a wealthy client sent her roses, Gabriel cornered her in a stalled elevator, leaving a bruised bite mark on her neck. "You belong to me, Breanne. I don't share." Breanne was pushed to her absolute breaking point. She couldn't understand why the man who shared her bed was intentionally destroying her professional reputation, only to act like a jealous, suffocating dictator in private. Why was he torturing her like this? Just as she was ready to snap and walk away from it all, Gabriel summoned her to his top-floor office. Instead of another reprimand, he slid a highly classified, red-stamped file across his mahogany desk. He hadn't rejected her project to humiliate her-he had brutally killed the pitch to protect her from a career-ending corporate spy./0/80499/coverorgin.jpg?v=124454c461c682d10b297038ab78fdfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Convenient Lie
My annual ski trip to Aspen, a much-anticipated escape with my CEO wife, Sophia, was perfectly planned. Then her voice, tight and unfamiliar, claimed a critical server had fried, grounding her to save our flagship game, 'Odyssey,' demanding my understanding and sacrifice. But a shaky Instagram video from Caleb, our eager intern, instantly shattered her fabricated crisis: Sophia, ridiculous in a VR headset, was actually flailing joyfully in Montana, her "work crisis" a lie to promote his personal outreach project. My sarcastic online comment about her "professional" immersive experience ignited instant chaos in the studio Slack, culminating in Sophia’s furious call and a scathing lecture about my "privilege" and "embarrassing" her "initiative-taking" intern from a "poor family." As her parents later openly admired the smug Caleb, who brazenly flaunted my cherished Porsche – a symbol of *my* hard-won success she’d gifted *him* – a profound, chilling realization settled: I had been the oblivious architect of a life built entirely on her deceit, a convenient pawn in her meticulously crafted public image. Every belittling remark, every false praise, every personal sacrifice I made for "our" company now twisted into a bitter, humiliating mockery, fueling a quiet, venomous rage. How could she so easily abandon our shared dreams, manipulate my trust so callously, and replace me with such an unqualified, arrogant charlatan, while demanding *I* clean up *his* mess? With a final, defiant "No" echoing in the tense silence, I severed the call, blocked her number, and decided that the abandoned Thanksgiving turkey could rot for all I cared: it was time to ignite a new chapter, free from her destructive shadow./1/115541/coverorgin.jpg?v=de97b05ee6a42824a94fc043726aff19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Flames: His Secret Triplets
Five years ago, Alisson Ford's adoptive family drugged her and offered her to a repulsive old investor to save their failing company. She escaped the trap, only to accidentally stumble into the bed of Jake Yates, the most terrifying and powerful billionaire in the city. Months later, while she was painfully giving birth to triplets in a freezing basement, her adoptive sister Bella tracked her down. Bella violently snatched Alisson's firstborn son to pass off as her own ticket into the Yates family. Then, Bella smiled as her men poured gasoline over the mattress and set the room on fire, leaving Alisson and her two remaining newborns to burn alive. Shielding her fragile babies with her own blistering skin in the roaring inferno, Alisson's despair turned into absolute, blood-soaked hatred. She couldn't fathom how the family she had trusted for years could steal her flesh and blood and condemn her to such a horrific death. Five years later, Alisson returns to the city as a powerful trauma specialist. She steps right into Jake and Bella's grand engagement banquet, watching coldly as her five-year-old daughter runs straight up to the untouchable billionaire and hugs his leg. "You are a bad daddy! You abandoned Mommy and us, and now you are going to marry an ugly old witch!"/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./1/107250/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8c1d037885fa2600d07ce01714ba407&imageMogr2/format/webp)
