Modern Books for Women
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The Abandoned Wife Takes Down His Empire
I gave up my engineering career and spent seven years building my husband's billionaire empire. But when my family's business faced a crisis, he ruthlessly cut our credit lines to bankrupt us, all to steal the core business proposal I had worked on for half a year for his new secretary and mistress. They even accused me of malicious competition. "She saved us two million dollars by giving up her project bonus for a custom Porsche. You should be grateful," he told me over the phone with a condescending tone. "Come to my office tomorrow to get your pathetic bridge loan, and learn to behave. Stop targeting her." He didn't know that because of the thugs his mistress hired to violently push my father, my father had already died of a massive heart attack on a cold warehouse floor. When I confronted him, he froze my bank accounts, locked me out of our home, and demanded I get on my knees to apologize to the thief. "Consider this bankruptcy a lesson in market realities," he told me coldly. I looked at the man I had loved for seven years, realizing my sacrifices meant absolutely nothing to his cruel, arrogant ego. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I grabbed the hidden master encryption drive and the bloody evidence from the safe. Then, I calmly dialed the fiercest corporate litigator in the city to make them pay for every drop of blood./1/105384/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd4e5dccb29b9b693cef400c2a0084ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Blood Bag To Billionaire Queen
For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife to Bart Brown. On our third anniversary, I stood in the kitchen for four hours, preparing his favorite meal with imported truffles, only to receive a cold text command. "Crysta fainted again. Get to the hospital. Now." My rare Rh-negative blood was the only thing the Brown family valued. Bart didn't want a wife; he wanted a walking blood bank for his "sick" best friend, Crysta. While I was fainting from chronic anemia, Crysta was smirking in her hospital bed, clutching Bart's hand and mocking my "peasant" lifestyle. Even his mother treated me like a servant, demanding I vacuum the floors after I'd already offered my veins for the hundredth time. When I finally reached my breaking point and signed the divorce papers, they didn't let me go quietly. They filed a false police report, accusing me of stealing a multi-million dollar diamond necklace just to watch me crawl. I didn't understand how a family could be so heartless. I had cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and literally bled for them, yet they were determined to ruin my life the moment I stopped being useful. Did they really think I was a nobody with nowhere to go? Standing outside the hospital with a bruised wrist and nothing to my name, I didn't cry. I simply took off my cheap wedding ring and dialed a secure line I hadn't touched since the day I married him. "It's me, Dad," I whispered as a fleet of black Maybachs rounded the corner. "The extraction is a go. I'm coming home."/0/57632/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2f48eed89a46e424c9cb52014c76aa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Runaway Wife
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"/1/106609/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e9e182824bef37bb03be668963bc105&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge
For two years, I was the invisible force behind tech billionaire Kieran Douglas, convinced that our "private" romance was his way of protecting us from the tabloid spotlight. I managed his mergers, warmed his bed, and waited for a future that didn't exist. The illusion shattered at 6:00 AM when a Page Six alert debuted Kieran's "real" romance with socialite Aspen Schneider. Before I could even process the betrayal, Kieran sent me a cold, professional text: "Order flowers for Aspen. Pink peonies. Her favorite." When I tried to walk away, my own mother called me a disgrace and threatened to lock my inheritance forever unless I married a sixty-year-old businessman to save her failing estate. At a high-society gala that same night, Aspen intentionally crushed my burned hand in front of the cameras, while Kieran stood by and dismissed me as a "mediocre assistant" who had overstayed her welcome. I stood in the cold New York rain, drenched in champagne and humiliation, realizing that every sacrifice I made for Kieran was a joke. I was a ghost in a penthouse that was never mine, discarded the moment his "soulmate" returned. To the world, I was just a placeholder whose time had run out. But Kieran forgot one thing: my father's multi-million dollar trust fund unlocks the moment I legally marry. I didn't need love; I needed a signature and a shield. I walked into a discreet law firm and signed a marriage contract with a man I believed was the city's most notorious, scandal-ridden playboy. I thought I was marrying a degenerate "beard" to buy my freedom and secure my revenge. I didn't realize the man who signed that paper wasn't a playboy at all, but Gaston Collins-the most powerful and dangerous man on Wall Street-and he had no intention of letting our fake marriage stay fake./1/113086/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1a98817125bf7bf8f4e15ced13af38c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her Over Our Child
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana. During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child. Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials. A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained. But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay./0/55905/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d94f6406b3ee7e65e5d0449871e3b3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
"You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. "She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don't want that! What should I do?"/1/133608/coverorgin.jpg?v=b50c99f540be2297b484d346ac697d74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drinking Oblivion To Forget Your Love
On my eighteenth birthday, my parents suddenly brought a strange girl into the house. "Haven, you are not our biological daughter," my mother announced coldly. "Claire is." My father threw a $1.2 million invoice for my upbringing in my face. "This is the cost of everything you've enjoyed in this house. You will pay it back down to the exact cent." My fiancé, Cooper Holland, looked at me with deep disgust and threw our engagement ring at my feet. "You stole Claire's life for eighteen years," Cooper sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. "Our engagement is over. This is what you owe her, and you will pay it back even if you have to sell your blood." I didn't scream or beg. To pay off the debt, I tore up my Ivy League acceptance letter with my own hands. For three full years, I worked twelve-hour shifts delivering food in freezing blizzards, and spent my nights scrubbing grease traps in a filthy dive bar until my knuckles cracked and bled. I bit my tongue and paid them back. The night the final payment was transferred, my hands were trembling so hard I could barely hold a pen. The moment the balance dropped to zero, I felt completely detached from this world. With my last few coins, I bought a cheap bottle of sweet peach soda and a bottle of lethal agricultural herbicide, thinking the sweetness could take away the bitterness. The moment I swallowed it, my phone screen lit up. It was a text from my mother. "Haven, the test is over. You actually are our biological daughter, too. It's just that Claire was lost as a child and suffered a lot. We did this to teach you humility, afraid that you might bully her." "We will refund all the money tomorrow. Come home, and put your sister first from now on." Cooper called right after, his tone full of arrogant charity. "Have you thrown enough tantrums? Come to the banquet tonight, kneel down and publicly apologize to Claire. Then, I might consider taking you back." I stared at the glowing screen, dark blood welling up in my throat. It turned out that everything I had done was nothing but a sick prank in their eyes, yet I had paid a devastating price for it. At this moment, I suddenly realized that no one cared about my life anymore./1/117692/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7abb7b7ec74301d666259a88d5323c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Deaf Heiress's Sweetest Revenge
For ten years, silence had been my world, a quiet cage after an accident stole my parents and my hearing. I never expected to hear again, but a fever broke, and the world roared back to life. My first instinct was to find my fiancé, Courtland, to share this impossible miracle. Instead, I overheard his voice from the study. Clear, calm, and utterly devoid of the warmth he saved for me, he revealed our marriage was a business deal, contingent on "the deaf girl." He planned to divorce me in a year, calling me a "beautiful, empty doll." His words were a physical blow, shattering my heart and turning the blood in my veins to slush. The "I love you" he'd signed against my skin, his patient smiles—all were a mask of betrayal. The last flicker of hope died, replaced by an arctic cold. Numb, I stumbled back to the bedroom. With the wet, slick sound of his kiss echoing in my newly awakened ears, I pressed record. The timer began to tick: 00:01. A countdown to the end of my life, or the beginning of a new one./0/60586/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b8156f9ec3b82318ef5164c57121472&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Deceased Unborn Nephew
My sister-in-law was pregnant. She said that in our village, giving birth was just a matter of spreading your legs and pushing. But I was worried and insisted that she go for a check-up. It turned out that she had a high-risk pregnancy and needed a C-section to save her and the baby's lives. My nephew was born weak and sickly, and every time he got sick, my sister-in-law would blame me for making her go to the hospital and causing him to be born prematurely and injured. He grew to hate me and eventually killed me by poisoning my water. When I woke up, I was back at home and asked for my opinion on the matter. This time, I won't interfere. I want to see what kind of thing she can give birth to./0/24244/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4285b13625ec9c3d34397a6727e60d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bye, My Irresistible Love
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?/0/90060/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e424815c0c00e6e2e84d51ef0922e06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Perfect Life
I was a top hand model, my hands insured for seven figures. They bought me a life in a sleek Central Park apartment and a diamond ring from my fiancé, Chase Strong. At my engagement party, he insisted I get a manicure from his high school friend, Karis. She soaked my hands in what she called a "new cuticle softener." It was acid. A week later, I found out I was pregnant. I thought a baby would fix the peeling skin and raw blisters, that it would fix us. But when I told Chase, his face was a mask of cold fury. He said a baby didn't fit his plan. He drove me to a desolate mountain, pushed me out of the car, and told me he was leaving me there to think about how easily he could take everything away. The man I was going to marry, the father of my unborn child, left me to die in the freezing darkness. He didn't just ruin my hands and my career; he wanted to break my spirit. But as the sun rose, something inside me shifted from fear to ice-cold rage. I would not let his child be another chain to bind me to my jailer. When he returned, expecting to find me broken, I looked him in the eye and told him, "I'm getting rid of the baby." Then I turned and started walking down the mountain, toward a life he could never touch./1/117686/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41dedbd48458fd978afdd8a53b499c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
Isabel returned to her penthouse after a grueling seventeen-hour flight, only to be greeted by the cloying scent of another woman's perfume. Her husband of three years, Darius, sat waiting with divorce papers. He wanted to marry his mistress, Dove, and offered Isabel a measly one million dollars, treating her like a greedy charity case from the Rust Belt who should just take the payout and vanish. But Isabel didn't want his pity. She demanded the four percent equity stake in his family's company that she rightfully owned—a stake worth 1.5 billion dollars. When she revealed this, the wealthy family turned vicious. They refused to acknowledge that she had secretly saved their empire from bankruptcy years ago. Instead, Darius and Dove orchestrated a brutal public execution. They ambushed her at a top law firm, spreading malicious lies that her investment money was stolen from a Ponzi scheme. They even hired a fake victim to scream at her in the lobby, successfully terrifying Isabel's lawyer into dropping her case on the spot. She had quietly rescued their entire legacy, yet they were willing to frame her as a criminal and destroy her life just to keep her rightful billions. As Darius and his mistress gloated over her absolute ruin, the most ruthless and feared lawyer in New York suddenly stepped in front of Isabel, his voice cutting through the dead silence. "Your case, I'll take it."/0/92811/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6a58467c814dabe499538a9b77737c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."/1/127401/coverorgin.jpg?v=859279dfe49c9695b8d4c0f6dbab6148&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Deceptive Wife: The Bumpkin With Endless Mysteries
Madelynn was the real daughter abandoned in the countryside, but she returned with reputation that made mercenaries tremble. Her stepmother sent her into an arranged marriage as a pawn. Her groom Ethan mocked her as a country bumpkin and tried to drive her away. Yet Madelynn remained unshakable. She defeated his operatives and saved his grandmother with medical skills beyond the most celebrated doctors. As her stepsister claimed miracle healer fame, Ethan discovered truth. He pinned her against the wall and demanded, "Who are you really?" Madelynn smiled, a silver needle near his throat. "Just the girl you married."/0/77279/coverorgin.jpg?v=f54e8e3918361c612323e930c8073ace&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child
After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!/0/81132/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194848&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bride Who Vanished: His Public Humiliation
I woke up to the acrid smell of smoke and the piercing screams from the university's burning arts building. My twin sister, Chloe, was trapped inside. My boyfriend, Ryan Ashton, stood poised to run, a heroic silhouette against the licking flames. But a memory, sharp and cold, sliced through me – my first life, a nightmare I' d lived and died. I remembered him shoving me, my hand smashing against debris, crushing the bones and ending my promising violin career. Chloe died anyway, yet he blamed me, publicly shaming me. He then married me. Not for love, but for a twisted, prolonged revenge. He systematically broke me down, convinced everyone I was a monster, even my own parents who coldly agreed, calling me selfish. My existence became a quiet, constant hell until he locked me in a suffocating room, leaving me to die. Now, it was happening again: the fire, the screams, Ryan ready to play the savior. Every agonizing moment, every betrayal, every whispered accusation from my family hammered in my mind. The sheer, burning injustice of my first life fueled a new, chilling resolve. But this time, I knew. This time, I would break the cycle. I stepped aside. He charged headlong into the inferno, screaming Chloe' s name, never once looking back at me. My hands remained perfect, unscathed. My future was mine alone. This time, destiny would be rewritten. This time, my revenge would be a symphony./0/80349/coverorgin.jpg?v=1891923504b623d754480e07988ceb48&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming Her Crown, One Step At A Time
Noelle was the long-lost daughter everyone had been searched for, yet the family brushed her off and fawned over her stand-in. Tired of scorn, she walked away and married a man whose influence could shake the country. Dance phenom, street-race champ, virtuoso composer, master restorer-each secret triumph hit the headlines, and her family's smug smiles cracked. Father charged back from abroad, mother wept for a hug, and five brothers knelt in the rain begging. Beneath the jeweled night sky, her husband pulled her close, his voice a velvet promise. "They're not worth it. Come on, let's just go home."/0/60597/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee3fb939181fc0a85ac87ed88cf08790&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Shattering My Sister's Facade
After my family went bankrupt, I entered the entertainment industry to support my sister's education. In order to make money, I endured the advances of older men and even drank until I had stomach bleeding. My usually calm sister criticized me for being too eager for success and not respecting myself, but she used my money to help others and gain a good reputation. In order to get her a famous teacher, I exposed the scandals of her competitors. She accused me of being ruthless and malicious, but she didn't refuse the opportunities I fought for her. Later, she became a famous painter while I suffered from the revenge of her competitors, ruined my reputation, and accumulated huge debts. I asked her to ask her wealthy boyfriend for help, but she said, "Sister, I told you before that we should be kind and not have malicious thoughts. Look, you are now facing retribution!" She refused to help me in order to make me realize my mistakes. I was forced to jump off a building. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day I entered the entertainment industry./1/113666/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d5b05761f935e5bf0a7893955d31d60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Fiancée Makes Her Comeback
Banished for seven years. Aubree returns to the Hopkins family, only to be despised and cast aside like trash. Her twin brother bribes her to leave. Her stepsister frames her as a monster. Her arrogant fiancé wants her ruined, caged, and erased forever. They think she's a helpless country outcast. They don't know she's the dark web's most ruthless hacker and strategist. She doesn't beg. She doesn't cry. She strikes a deal with Wall Street's deadliest tycoon. Crush the Prescotts. Ruin her enemies. She's back to take everything they stole./1/100495/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b37f96bb8e8fc01c3cd65384722b188&imageMogr2/format/webp)
