Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day. I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather. They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die. To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor. When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need." Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts. "If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug." Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand. My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left. I didn't cry or beg them anymore. Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card. It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle. If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell./0/81129/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf5711d94a1a70040568df2881845561&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming Her Crown: The Sterling Saga
Sarah Miller was the quiet, scar-faced tech genius at Apex Innovations, engaged to the charming CEO, Ethan Hayes. She just wanted to build something amazing, leading Apex' s most critical project, Nightshade, her professional pride and joy. Then, Ethan introduced Brittany Evans, a bubbly, blonde "coding prodigy" intern. Tasked with mentoring her, I quickly saw through Brittany's dazzling smile: she was utterly incompetent, yet constantly slipped into Ethan's private office. My honest performance review, highlighting her lack of technical depth, became my corporate death sentence. The next day, Ethan publicly stripped me of everything. My lead role on Nightshade, my groundbreaking project, and even my earned Apex Innovator Fellowship-all given to Brittany. He then stood before the entire engineering department and, with icy words, accused me of "pettiness" and "jealousy." The applause for Brittany was a hammer blow, each clap echoing my humiliation and betrayal. How could the man I loved, the man who supposedly protected me, do this? The injustice was unbearable. All my loyalty, my years of work, thrown away for an intern who spent two weeks charming the boss. It made no sense. Why would Ethan sacrifice his company' s future for her? My mind reeled, desperate for an answer that wasn't just "he's a fool." As I walked out of Apex, leaving my old life behind, something shifted. The glasses came off. My mousy facade crumbled. The quiet engineer was dead. Because the truth was far more complex: Sarah Miller was a carefully constructed lie. And now, the real Sarah-a Sterling heiress, a spy with a score to settle-was finally ready to play./1/107254/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260128183412&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Secret Public Wife
For eight years, I was the perfect, understanding wife. My husband, Gavin, insisted his company retreats were strictly for employees. No spouses allowed. I never questioned it, believing I was supporting his demanding career. Then I saw a photo from his last ski trip to Aspen. All his colleagues were there, smiling beside their wives. And in the center stood Gavin, his arm wrapped possessively around another woman. She was wearing my blue silk dress-the one he swore I must have lost at the dry cleaners. My world didn't just crack; it shattered. I discovered that for our entire marriage, he had been living a double life. This woman, Chanelle, wasn't just his mistress. She was his public wife. She was the one who went on lavish trips to Hawaii and Europe. She was the one introduced to his colleagues and clients. She was even listed as his emergency contact-his spouse-in the official company directory. I wasn't just the wife he cheated on. I was the wife he completely erased. But my heartbreak quickly hardened into cold resolve. He was expecting tears and a quiet breakdown. He wasn't expecting me to show up at his company's annual awards gala, marriage certificate in hand, ready to introduce myself to the world he' d hidden from me./0/45305/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c875b2851e5d393c62be52f94011a8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bride Is Far Away
After facing numerous hurdles, uncovering deep secrets, and battling dangerous adversaries, the protagonist discovers a hidden island that holds the key to unraveling the entire conspiracy. This mysterious island, shrouded in myths and legends, becomes a pivotal turning point in the story. It holds long-lost treasures, but also traps the protagonist and their allies in a dangerous situation where trust is tested and alliances crumble. The island reveals a hidden love story from the past, intertwining the lives of the main characters in an unexpected way. As the protagonist races against time to solve the final puzzle and save their beloved, they must navigate treacherous waters, confront their own vulnerabilities, and make difficult choices to ultimately overcome the final obstacles and find true happiness./1/113668/coverorgin.jpg?v=11c025f44c8e69be65d1a7b123659a93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secretary's Fake Rockstar Husband
For twelve years, Cora lived in silent agony, loving her boss Bennett Hodges while serving as his perfect, invisible secretary. But after one night of drunken despair, she woke up in a stranger's penthouse. The man, an indie musician named Callum, showed her viral paparazzi photos of her ripping his shirt off and demanded a fake marriage to save his career. Cora immediately agreed, desperately needing a legal shield. Bennett had just ordered her to attend a gala as the personal date of a billionaire known for sending women to the ER. When Cora refused and showed Bennett her marriage certificate, he thought it was a pathetic bluff. To force her submission, Bennett froze her entire savings, permanently denied her hard-earned department transfer, and watched with a smug smile as his sister humiliated Cora for being the "maid's daughter." He wanted to completely destroy her life until she crawled back begging. Looking at her ruined design portfolio scattered on the floor, Cora felt her heart turn to ice. She had dedicated her entire youth to a man who saw her as nothing more than a piece of furniture that knew its place. How could she have blindly loved such a cruel, controlling monster for so long? The violent shaking in her hands stopped, replaced by a terrifying calm. "I have documented every single abusive directive from this office." She flashed the massive diamond her new fake husband had given her, threatened to burn Bennett's pristine reputation to the ground, and finally walked away./1/115076/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f1aa7961b993db3e63b9ac215fb62fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Death Was Just The Start
My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara. A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together. It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital. They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine. In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke. As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived. "Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it." With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning./1/100371/coverorgin.jpg?v=708d2fc049b7617c419f75395de197ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From His Ashes of Betrayal
Eleanor POV: My husband, Adrien, was my shield against the world, the only one who understood the trauma that haunted me after my family was murdered. I clung to him, my fierce loyalty a desperate attempt to keep the monsters at bay. Then he brought home Daphne, a quiet barista he called innocent. I saw the manipulation in her downcast eyes, but he saw only purity. His affection turned to violence. He threw me against a wall, his words cutting deeper than any blow. "You disgust me," he spat. He let her get pregnant, and when I lost our child in the chaos, he accused me of murder. "You killed my child!" he roared, his love replaced by a chilling hatred. He bound me, broke me, and left me for dead in a burning helicopter, choosing to save her instead. I was the monster, the madwoman, the one who deserved to be destroyed. How could the man who swore to protect me become my greatest tormentor? But I survived. After faking my death to escape his hell, I watched him mourn me with crocodile tears while building a new life with my replacement. Now, I'm back to reclaim my name, my fortune, and to make him understand what a real monster looks like./1/116797/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2ab6c425a2d94cfff00a74d8ffc7a03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Escape Plan
Chloe signed a humiliating medical proxy and married the ruthless billionaire Julian Kensington, enduring his abuse just to pay for her dying grandmother's life support. But one night, smelling of whiskey and rage, Julian shoved her violently to the cold marble floor. The brutal impact caused Chloe to miscarry their eight-week-old baby. Instead of remorse, Julian looked at her bleeding on the hospital bed and called her a defective biological asset. To secure his CEO position, he threatened to unplug her grandmother's ventilator if she didn't smile and play the perfect, healthy wife in front of his family. He cut off her credit cards, forced her to sleep on a freezing chaise lounge while her body was still recovering, and allowed his sister to mock her daily. Worse, Julian openly prepared a luxury welcome for his returning ex-lover, Eris. He even stood by and watched coldly as sleazy businessmen tried to humiliate Chloe at a work dinner. Sitting alone in the dark penthouse, Chloe couldn't understand how the man who had heroically saved her from a shipwreck seven years ago had become this soulless monster. Why did he treat her like garbage, yet refuse to let her go? When she saw the flight itinerary proving Julian was clearing his schedule for his true love, the last shred of Chloe's hope turned to ash. She wiped her dry eyes, pulled out her phone, and texted the best lawyer in the city. "I'm ready. Let's meet tomorrow."/0/58446/coverorgin.jpg?v=0989dc1d4f1e43449fcfcfc98e232004&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming My Unruly Sister
The night after the SAT ended, my sister sent me a wish list. "iPhone for 10,000 yuan, tablet for 5,000 yuan, computer for 8,000 yuan, clothes for 3,000 yuan, cosmetics for 2,000 yuan... totaling 50,000 yuan." I am just a working person with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and my parents are both laborers. How can I come up with so much money for her all at once? Our family scraped together and could only give her 20,000 yuan. But she not only didn't appreciate it, but also threatened to jump off a building. My parents and I had no choice but to borrow money from everywhere, working multiple jobs a day to repay the debts. When my parents died in a car accident due to overwork, my sister and her boyfriend were still indulging in luxury at a five-star hotel. I also succumbed to the overwhelming pressure and depression and ended up committing suicide. After being reborn, I personally sent her to work at a corrupt factory, and she became obedient./0/64860/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b8d4aaa533825c47ddbbfe60b216439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Perfect Bride: A Deal With The Devil In Disguise
Everyone believed that Leyla, inheriting a slyness from her aunt, adeptly drew in married men while presenting an innocent front. Unexpectedly, she became the infamous playboy Colton's wife after just one intense encounter, causing many to speculate about the motives behind their rushed marriage. Initially perceived as a mere transaction, the nature of their relationship took a turn at a party where an emotional Colton grabbed Leyla's wrist and, with a voice laced with raw vulnerability, asked, "Can you love me a bit more?" It was then she realized the truth—he had been pulling the strings of their relationship from the very beginning./1/103500/coverorgin.jpg?v=98866f9cd4326e897cdff77f541e674c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Celebrity Therapist's Cruel Deception
On my tenth wedding anniversary, I found my celebrity therapist husband naked with our housekeeper. He called it "somatic therapy." I was pregnant with our miracle baby and secretly battling a brain tumor. But when his lover faked a fall and a miscarriage, framing me for it, he chose her. The fall caused me to lose my actual baby. As I lay bleeding on the floor, my husband scoffed, "Don't play games, Alexis," and rushed her to the hospital. He then had me committed to a psychiatric facility, publicly painting me as delusional to protect his reputation and his affair. He thought he had gotten rid of me forever. But he didn't know my sister would break me out. He didn't know I would fake my own death to escape. Now, I'm back. And I'm about to teach the good doctor a lesson in consequences./0/84884/coverorgin.jpg?v=c87161adb656415e34cb0c15de7e023f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Erased, Not Forgotten: Reclaimed
For ten years, Sterling Manor was my world, every brushstroke a prayer to a father who vanished, leaving behind whispers of a hidden masterpiece. I poured my life into its decayed bones, chasing approval he never gave, believing I was restoring our family's legacy. Then, Sterling, the manor' s owner-the vulture who picked at other people's legacies-announced his fiancée, Lily. He gave her my decade of sacrifice, my meticulous work, as a party favor, publicly humiliating me as "just a restorer" to launch her career. He stripped me of everything: my credit, my dignity, even my small apartment within those walls. Lily, with a calculated innocence, cemented the lie, painting me as an "intense" threat, a "fired" employee. My name-my only mark on a decade of work-was painted over, erased. "Just a restorer." The words echoed, burning with the injustice of his betrayal. Was my life wasted chasing a ghost? A legacy that wasn't mine to claim? The truth felt like a bitter pill. But a cold, clear resolve settled within me. I walked out of that house, but not without my father's hidden sketchbook. It was time for Sterling' s meticulously crafted world to crumble, and for me to reclaim what was truly mine./1/116641/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a0fe9d6d829187967a81152dec2c9f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Fake Memory Loss, His Real Goodbye
One phone call shattered a seven-year-long dream of love. Holden Campbell believed his fiancée Avery's amnesia was a wound that needed patient healing. He used all his connections, booking appointments with the best neurologists on the East Coast, convinced that science and love could bring back the woman who had accepted his proposal. However, an overheard phone call plunged him into despair—Avery had never suffered from amnesia. She had simply grown tired of their "suffocatingly perfect life," using "selective amnesia" as a costless vacation, and he was nothing more than a toy she could put back on the shelf at any time. When betrayal transformed from suspicion into irrefutable evidence, when his lover's laughter became the sharpest blade, Holden didn't break down, didn't confront her. He simply picked up his phone and dialed a lawyer's number: "I need to change my name. And, liquidate everything I own." A meticulously planned disappearance began. Behind him, the woman who thought she was in control remained unaware—her puppet had cut all its strings, and the script she had crafted was about to lose its only leading man./0/96930/coverorgin.jpg?v=cde5cc8994e5817173d4d9dc4399111a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Escape From His Poisonous Love
For seven years, my husband, Dwight, was a saint for publicly forgiving me for letting his mother die. Today, he let my father die. And I learned his forgiveness was just a seven-year-long lie. He refused to send a medical helicopter, choosing instead to listen to his new, twenty-two-year-old lover, Charity, preach about the universe's plan. At my father's funeral, she crashed the service in a wedding dress, drew a clown smile on my father's face with lipstick, and announced she was pregnant. "You're a barren wasteland," she sneered. "A broken woman he can't stand the sight of." That's when I understood. His forgiveness was never real. It was a slow-burning revenge for a crime his own mother had orchestrated against me-a crime that left me unable to ever have children. He thought he had taken everything from me. He was wrong. He left me one thing: revenge. And I was about to burn his entire world to the ground./1/101936/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd92856603c1ab73055b92f1d3a8e68d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiance's Deadly Betrayal
A week before my wedding, my fiancé' s sister-in-law, Kimberlee, ran me off a bridge. As I lay dying in the wreckage, my fiancé, Deacon, rushed past me to comfort her, barking at the paramedics to prioritize her "superficial" shock over my fatal injuries. He forced my crushed hand to sign a waiver absolving her of all fault, then left me to die in the rain. "She's just trying to get attention," he muttered. "Kimberlee is the priority. She almost died." I watched as a ghost while he ignored the pleas of my colleagues to perform the life-saving surgery I needed. He even told my mentor he wished I were dead. Then, he proposed to Kimberlee with my ring. My love for him finally shattered. I was dead, my career was being destroyed, and my murderer was wearing my ring. But death wasn't the end. It was a front-row seat to their betrayal, and I was tethered to the man who let me die, forced to watch every single moment./0/58916/coverorgin.jpg?v=d804cfc05e054ea420c2435455480dae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Hearts.
Heart Thief She is one of the most infamous thieves of the 21st century. In the underworld, she’s a legendary wheelman, an icon of the black market. A woman as swift as the wind, living life on her own terms. He is one of the top crime lords, a kingpin with a reputation for ruthlessness and a heart of stone. But when someone dared to steal from him, they crossed a line. They took what was his, and now he’s coming for her. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and love is a dangerous game, will their story be one of passion or betrayal, love or vengeance?/0/85041/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9d02897301add66c91e7a4b7045c5d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Identity, Stolen Love
The plane landed, and Ethan Miller, world-renowned chef, felt the thrill of victory – the "Global Culinary Masters" trophy securely in his bag. He envisioned his fiancée, Sophia, and The Alchemist\'s Table, his restaurant that had just earned its third Michelin star. But joy turned to ice as two burly guards blocked his entrance, demanding an invitation to his own restaurant. Laughter and champagne clinked inside, and a video played on a loop, showing "Chef Ethan Miller," holding his trophy, kissing it for the cameras-but it wasn\'t him. The police arrived, called by the imposter, who claimed Ethan's ID was stolen. "The system says this ID was reported stolen two weeks ago. By Mr. Ethan Miller." They dragged him away, a man pleading, swearing he was the true Ethan. He saw the imposter, his doppelgänger, putting an arm around Sophia, who leaned into him with a look of pure love. "Who am I?" he whispered, as his world crumbled, every memory, every achievement, every relationship with his fiancée replaced. Humiliated, abandoned, and facing a life he no longer recognized, Ethan knew one thing: he had to reclaim his identity, no matter the cost./1/112887/coverorgin.jpg?v=b11f2726237d58d517f66c7955071760&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Debt: The Billionaire's Captive
On her eighteenth birthday, Elinor thought she was finally an adult. But a single text message reminded her she was just property. Boyd Walker, the ruthless billionaire who dictated her every breath, threw a contract onto her bed. He had bought her adoptive father's medical debt—one billion dollars. And she was the sole collateral. The punishment for even a hint of rebellion was catastrophic. When her disabled friend tried to check on her, Boyd had his good leg shattered in front of a live security feed just to teach her a lesson. When she fought off an entitled frat boy at school and came back with a bleeding arm, Boyd didn't comfort her. Driven by a twisted, suffocating jealousy, he held her under a freezing bath, then tied a red thread with a silver bell around her ankle. "You are a pet that needs to learn its boundaries." Every time she moved, the high-pitched ring was a humiliating reminder of her gilded cage. The billion-dollar debt was a chain she could never break, and the monster holding the leash would destroy anyone who dared to help her. Stripped of her money, her friends, and her dignity, Elinor lay completely still in the dark room for three days, refusing all food and water. If Boyd wouldn't give her freedom, she would take the only thing she had left to control—her own death./1/103501/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f0a7cf29d9c33493847ba21e9e6de44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Vengeance
I married Edwardo Steele out of a debt of honor, secretly loving the man who treated me like a contaminant. For three years, he weaponized his severe OCD against me, recoiling from my touch while I walked on eggshells in our cold, sterile mansion. My foolish hope for love died the night I saw him at a hotel fire, holding his mistress, Cassie, with a tenderness I had never known. He didn't just cheat; he destroyed me. He framed my brother, leaving him permanently disabled, all to protect her. Then, at Cassie's birthday party, he played our private video for everyone to see, a final, public humiliation. The man I sacrificed everything for had chosen a liar over me, and I was left with nothing but shame and a broken family. But in the depths of my despair, I discovered two things. First, I was pregnant with his child. Second, my brother had found a secret that could bring Edwardo's empire to its knees. I made an appointment to end the pregnancy. Then, I planned to use that secret to end my marriage./0/84885/coverorgin.jpg?v=87721bf6b838a407977a26af0dfa6126&imageMogr2/format/webp)
