Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Everything's wrong, but it's fine. You became the mistress.
Marília Marques always followed the rules: she built a solid career as a lawyer, far from scandal and with an impeccable reputation she was proud of. Until she met Fábio Cruz, owner of an irresistible smile, a gaze that belied any defense... and a wedding ring he conveniently "forgot" to put on that first night. What should have been just a slip-up turned into an addiction that's hard to overcome. Secret encounters, disappearing messages, photos that are only seen once, and a desire that knows no time, morality, or logic. Now, Marília finds herself trapped between the weight of her own conscience... and the desire to have him in her bed every time he texts her: "I miss you." But Fábio is hiding more than just a marriage. And when the truth threatens to explode, Marília will have to decide: Does she save herself... or does she continue to surrender her life to a man who would never give up his comfortable life for her? Because there are decisions you can't make with your head. And there are loves that hurt before they begin./0/83225/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202205&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./0/85728/coverorgin.jpg?v=55fb17b767c162c063fa6a38de6f6f5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Betrayal, My Freedom
My wife, Sarah, started acting strange about a week ago. She was walking on eggshells, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. Then came dinner, where she sprung it on me: "I was looking online and found a great clinic that does comprehensive health check-ups. They have a couples' package." It sounded reasonable, but the forced casualness in her voice made my stomach tighten. We were both in perfect health. I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw not concern, but a desperate, calculating fear. "Sarah, what' s this really about?" I asked, and the pretense of a normal dinner shattered. She confessed, not with words, but with a flinch: this was about Mark, her childhood sweetheart, who was dying and needed a kidney. The "comprehensive health check-up" was a screening – for me. "He' s not my ex-boyfriend!" she cried. "He' s my friend! And I' m just asking you to get tested. That' s all. It' s just a blood test. It' s not a big deal." Not a big deal? My body, my organ, reduced to a spare part. Then came the ultimate bargaining chip: "If you' re a match… and if you decide to do it… I' ll do anything. We can finally start our family. We can have a baby, just like you' ve always wanted." The baby I wanted so desperately was now a reward for donating my kidney to the man she truly loved. In that moment, I saw her with soul-crushing clarity. Her priority wasn' t me. It was him. My parents, her unwitting accomplices, had already been brought in. My mother, trembling, begged me to go. My father simply said, "Son, listen to your wife." I was trapped, but I refused to be just a means to an end. When I signed that non-disclosure agreement, forced by threats against my aging father, I was bleeding, desperate, and completely broken. But when I saw Sarah and Mark, pregnant, together in the hospital hallway, something cold and clear ignited within me. They thought they had won. They thought I was broken and silent. They were wrong./1/110758/coverorgin.jpg?v=c128a2dec193a8872660edd847f56cd0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Robot Wife He Never Knew
Before I died, I used my life's work in robotics to build a bionic replica of myself for my husband. She had my exact face and body, but none of my temper. She never threw tantrums, never picked fights, and never raised her voice. Yet my husband, Ethan, had no idea she was actually a machine. He despised "my" newly submissive and obedient attitude. To provoke me, he constantly brought women home, desperately trying to drive me mad with jealousy. But he never succeeded. Until one day, his first love—the one who had once walked out on him—threw a cup of scalding coffee right in "my" face. To Ethan's astonishment, not only did I not scream in pain, but my skin didn't even turn red. He finally realized that I was already dead./0/81035/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9c54ebd2d9b24b79805a0d6bfb86af4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comeback Engineer: No More Second Chances
At NovaFlight Dynamics, I was "the guy who couldn't get his fiancée to the altar." Alex Miller. My fiancée, Jessica Thorne, a co-founder, had canceled our wedding thirty-two times. I poured my genius into NovaFlight' s critical satellite launch, always putting her first, even as the 33rd date loomed. She canceled again, for Leo Maxwell, a junior engineer. That night, at the pre-launch party, Jessica, radiant, openly fed Leo a canapé. He flashed a new luxury smartwatch, mirroring hers. On our seven-year anniversary, Leo's Instagram showed them clinking champagne glasses: "Celebrating a successful partnership!" I resigned, publicly terminating our engagement. Jessica, smelling of Leo' s cologne, abandoned me for his 'crisis.' My engagement ring? Tossed aside. I threw it in the trash. At the office, Leo 'accidentally' destroyed my personal research laptop with corrosive solvent. Jessica witnessed it, then shrieked, blaming me and demanding I credit Leo for my groundbreaking designs. My very dignity was systematically dismantled. My dedication, my love, my future-all casually destroyed. The future she spoke of was a cruel, hollow joke. A dark government vehicle waited. I powered down my old phone as her casual 'raincheck' text buzzed one last time. I stepped into the car without a single look back. This wasn't an end; it was finally, unequivocally, my beginning./0/80253/coverorgin.jpg?v=5caa9d73875d1a9d0580930eb7cfc796&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Brother, My Captor
My parents died in Hurricane Antoine, and my brother Liam lost the use of his legs saving me. Or so I believed. For years, I slaved under the Louisiana sun, ignoring my own pain, funneling every cent into his supposed care. Then, strange, glowing texts flickered into my vision, revealing a horrifying truth: “She has no idea the 'medical bills' are just his entry fees for the swamp boat races.” My world shattered when I confronted Liam, not a cripple, but agile and triumphant, kissing Chloe Dubois – the woman who called herself his "friend." His cruel laughter echoed as he revealed his "disability" was a lie, blaming me for our parents’ deaths with chilling precision. They saw my years of sacrifice as a joke, a twisted game. When I tried to escape, he sabotaged me, leaving me homeless and attacking the kind professor who offered me aid. How could the brother who once protected me harbor such profound hatred? Was my entire life a cruel charade, meticulously scripted by Chloe to cast me as "cannon fodder" in their twisted love story? The suffocating weight of this predetermined fate pushed me to the brink. Yet, a profound choice loomed. Liam, facing death, finally deciphered Chloe’s insidious manipulations, revealing the true narrative of our lives. In a desperate, final act, he accepted his fate, sacrificing himself to shatter her cruel script and erase my agonizing memories. His sacrifice gifted me peace and a new beginning, leaving only a lingering, blurred sense of a love that defied all odds./0/84164/coverorgin.jpg?v=b92d7b1f6e56444ff8475774fa50f00a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex Who Wouldn't Let Go
Six years ago, I fled my hometown and the toxic shadow of my ex, Stella, rebuilding a new life far away with my loving wife, Maria, and our sweet daughter. Returning for my high school reunion felt like a minor obligation, a chapter I thought was long closed. But Stella, ever the master of drama, blindsided me by announcing her engagement to the very man she left me for, using the moment to publicly humiliate me. I retaliated with a calm, pointed gift that shattered her grand announcement, but her obsession only escalated. She ambushed my wife and me, hurled hateful insults at Maria, then shockingly, physically assaulted our innocent five-year-old daughter. A cold rage consumed me as the woman who once broke my heart turned her venom on my family, framing me for assault when I protected my child. Then the anonymous online attacks began, a vicious smear campaign against Maria and me that threatened to destroy everything I had built. Was this simply her desperate revenge, or was there something more sinister behind her relentless malice? I would not let her win; I set a trap, a public reckoning to expose Stella's lies once and for all and reclaim my family's peace./0/64766/coverorgin.jpg?v=1416c81d9c9f4b69f5bfa46eca501c33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR
Step into the gritty world of Boston's Irish mob, where Roberto Connolly, the heir to a powerful crime family, finds himself in an arranged marriage with Kylie Morgan, the strong-willed daughter of a rival clan. Will their forced union ignite genuine passion, or will their families' dark secrets tear them apart? As they grapple with their growing attraction, they face threats from all sides. Can their love withstand the dangerous world they've been thrust into, or will betrayal and violence shatter their newfound bond?/1/102311/coverorgin.jpg?v=064f893b9a8b11d49eef517864d2859c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Emma Russell: The Woman Reborn
My anniversary dinner ended not with a kiss, but with my husband Cole cheating on me with my cousin, Britney. He kicked me out of our home, the one my father helped us buy, and banished me to the guest house. But when I arrived, Britney was already there, wearing my favorite silk robe, smirking as she told me I'd be staying in the damp basement apartment instead. Down in the cold, musty cellar, I found what my father left me: proof that Cole hadn't just married me. He had orchestrated the hostile takeover that destroyed my father's company, drove him to his death, and then married me to steal everything that was left, including my life's work, a project called "Aura." He had me committed to a psychiatric facility, telling everyone I was unstable. He thought he had buried me, but my childhood friend Eric helped me fake my death in a staged car crash. Now, years later, I've returned. Under a new name, Iris, I've created a new masterpiece that has the tech world buzzing, and it's about to bring Cole's empire to its knees. He thinks Emma Russell is dead. He has no idea she's about to destroy him./0/83695/coverorgin.jpg?v=93e7267f15907f08ebd7e0407868aaa0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Tried To Steal My Life. I Took Her Future.
The last thing I remembered was the stench of stale beer and damp asphalt, then the crunch of my own bones. My best friend Becca, my sorority little sister, stood by, pointing, her face a mask of cold satisfaction. She had used my ID, my photos, my name for her own sinister schemes, and it led to my brutal death in that alley by loan sharks. Killed simply because I was too trusting, too kind, too naive to see her for what she truly was. But then, I woke up. The scent of lavender laundry detergent filled the air, my body was whole, no pain, no blood. And then I heard it – the soft click of a phone camera. Becca, standing in my doorway, phone aimed at me, just like the day it all began. This time, there would be no pity, no forgiveness. This time, I was ready./0/89014/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cfef9e4f65fc5fe41993fa978d6e1d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Husband's Frame, Wife's Fierce Justice
My husband, Alec Craig, was Chicago' s star prosecutor, the man who saved me from a dark past. Or so I thought. He was the man who sent me to prison, framing me for a crime I didn't commit to protect his ex-girlfriend, Catalina. My three years in Joliet Correctional Center were a blur of concrete and gray uniforms. The woman who went in, a successful graphic designer who loved her husband, died in there. When I was finally released, I expected to see him, but he sent an assistant to "cleanse my bad energy." Then I saw them: Alec and Catalina, hosting a "welcome home" party for me, the woman they put behind bars. They paraded me around, forcing me to drink champagne until I bled internally from a perforated ulcer. Alec, ever the devoted protector, rushed to Catalina's side, leaving me bleeding on the floor. He even falsified my medical report, blaming my condition on alcohol. I lay in that hospital bed, the last remnants of hope withering and dying. I couldn't cry. The feeling was too deep for tears. I just laughed, a wild, unhinged sound. I wanted to destroy him. Not jail. I wanted him to lose everything. His career. His reputation. His precious Catalina. I wanted him to feel what I felt./0/86824/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d6876343629fa7ba63fc82019792b50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Replaced: A Husband's Revenge
"Mr. Phantom, are you sure you want to enter the national street art competition?" the voice on the phone asked, echoing in my lavish penthouse. I, Ethan Hayes, the true Phantom, stared at my reflection, the city lights blurring like the last ten years of my life. I was back.\n\nThe memories hit me-the alley, the sickening crunch of bone, the mangled hands. Olivia, my wife, her eyes cold, furious, saying, "This competition can only be won by 'Phantom'! Anyone who threatens him will be eliminated, and that includes you!" She thought Mark Jensen, my ambitious assistant, was Phantom, my savior. She bought him this penthouse. My art saved her from suicide, but she mistook my pain for jealousy, then had my hands broken when I tried to reclaim my identity.\n\nAt the charity auction, she introduced Mark as Phantom, spending millions on his "art." When my own painting, "Three Days"-a raw depiction of my torture during kidnapping-came up, I desperately bid for it. But she outbid me, buying it for Mark, whispering, "This painting belongs to a true artist. It belongs with Mark."\n\nLater, she orchestrated a horrifying re-enactment of my kidnapping, breaking my hands again for Mark's "inspiration." My own wife. She then forced me to sign a contract in the hospital, giving up my identity as Phantom and agreeing to a divorce, all to save my hands. I signed, but not before telling her, "After this, we are nothing. You are not my wife. I am not your husband. We will be strangers."\n\nI was worthless to her, an embarrassing attachment. But I was Ethan Hayes, the true Phantom, and I wouldn't be destroyed again. I left, starting fresh in a new city, fueled by a promise: the world would see the real Phantom's work, and my revenge would be swift and quiet./0/85729/coverorgin.jpg?v=d718fbed441231b16c793fb04d0450f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling
For years, I, Ethan, poured my family's wealth and my own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating them into tech prodigies destined to lead our industry. Their acceptance to MIT, cemented by their victory in the National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crowning achievement, our shared golden ticket to the future. Then the email dropped: they'd deferred MIT for some 'unremarkable' junior developer, Alex. My attempts to reason with them were met with empty excuses, until a chilling blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatening a "career-ending injury" if the "male lead" interfered with the "plot." I was forced to comply, to watch them choose a path I knew would lead to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, the very foundation of their genius, quietly slipped from their grasp. They didn't realize that without me, they weren't prodigies; they were just two smart girls about to compete on their own. Their rage was palpable when they realized their access was revoked. "Are you punishing us?" Emily accused. I met their eyes. "This isn't punishment. It's policy. You made a choice. These are the consequences." Later, I overheard them. "He's just trying to make us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He thinks because his family paid for things, he owns us." Then the true venom of their betrayal struck me: "We'll flatter him... hint I might reconsider the marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the competition, and then dump Ethan and his whole arrogant family for good. He's just a stepping stone." "Stepping stone." My stomach clenched, the years of gratitude replaced by entitlement. How could they betray everything we built?" When they brazenly invaded my home with Alex, demanding my office for their "male lead," the holographic text flickered back, labeling me an "obstacle" to their "plot." But just as Emily, her gentle facade shattered, grabbed my arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physically enforce their warped reality, a cold resolve settled in. I stared at the red mark blooming on my cheek, the pain a searing clarity. They would hurt me to get what they wanted. "No." My voice was calm despite my throbbing cheek. This wasn't just about them anymore; it was about reclaiming my life. I would not be a stepping stone. I would not be an obstacle. I would not be written out of my own story./0/84165/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e963b11abd20ac1fc7f689282be1d18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire
My mother-in-law, Maria, was crying silently at my kitchen table, her shoulders shaking with a defeated kind of grief. My husband, Ethan, barely glanced up from his phone. "Dad had another one of his episodes," he said, dismissively. This meant Maria, our lifeline for childcare, was being sent back to her abusive husband. A cold dread settled in my stomach; this was the beginning of the end for my paralegal career. Then, the strange incidents started with the nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a gas knob turned on, a back door found wide open. Terrified, one by one, they all quit, forcing me to give up the job I loved, the independence I cherished. Ethan, now a newly promoted Regional Director, gloated. "See? It' s a sign. You' re meant to be home with Maya." He cut off my access to our joint account, then tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like an allowance, questioning every single purchase. Our home became a cage, and he was the gatekeeper. But I wasn' t stupid. I knew his control was tightening, and I saw a way out. One night, after he threw a wad of cash in my face and called me a leech, my phone buzzed. A photo appeared, then quickly vanished: Ethan, arm-in-arm with another woman. My hands shook with a potent mix of humiliation, rage, and a terrifying clarity. That night, I hit record on my camera, pouring every ounce of my defiance into my 100th baking video. The next morning, it went viral./1/113106/coverorgin.jpg?v=b70454f09f2d58e4babb2e2a5ad4313e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise
Flora Sawyer was backed into a corner by a wealthy, married doctor who relentlessly harassed her at the hospital. Desperate for a way out, she signed a prenuptial agreement in a rundown diner to marry a complete stranger. Josiah Vance claimed to be a bankrupt, failed IT programmer. He offered to be her legal shield, and in return, she let him sleep on her cramped apartment couch. But the nightmare only escalated. Grant, her wealthy tormentor, cornered them at a dinner party. He poured red wine all over Josiah's cheap thrift-store shirt, mocking him as a pathetic parasite living off a public nurse's meager salary. The entire room laughed, watching Flora's new husband endure the ultimate public humiliation. They didn't know that to help Josiah start over, Flora had just emptied her entire life savings of fifty thousand dollars, leaving herself with exactly eighty-four dollars. Watching the man who had offered her a lifeline be treated like garbage, something inside Flora completely snapped. She couldn't understand why money gave these arrogant people the right to crush others. Her chest burned with a fierce, undeniable rage. She stepped directly in front of Josiah, shielding him with her own body, and slammed a stack of papers onto the table. "My husband might be broke, but you are the real parasite." What Flora didn't know was that the silent, bankrupt man standing behind her was actually a trillionaire, and his game to destroy her enemies had already begun./0/85886/coverorgin.jpg?v=93bbb2d87036b3f7b2443d8cef509b6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ruin, A Family's Rebirth
The hum of my hydroponic pumps was the sound of success, a constant thrum in the Harmony Springs warehouses I' d brought back to life. I was Ethan Miller, the tech kid who' d poured every fortune back into this dying town, promising jobs and prosperity. Then the celebration died the moment the angry shouts from outside drowned out the pumps. A mob, half the town, stood in my gravel lot, their faces twisted with an anger I couldn' t grasp, led by Chad Thompson, a man I' d hired, trusted, and considered family. "There he is! The millionaire!" someone screamed, and the wave of accusation focused on me. Chad laughed, a short, ugly sound. "This is a town meeting, Ethan. You' re the guest of honor. We' re tired of you getting rich off our backs." They called me a parasite, a thief, accusing me of exploiting them, despite the jobs I'd created and the wages I'd paid. They saw my success and interpreted it as a betrayal. They demanded an insane increase in rent, 50,000 dollars per warehouse, and 20% of my company' s profits, with Chad as chairman. It wasn't about money; it was about control. "No," I said, my voice quiet but final. "I will not be extorted." The shouts became threats, a violent crescendo. "Get out of our town, you thief!" Then, the first rock slammed into the metal siding of my warehouse. They swarmed, shattering windows, overturning equipment, trampling my plants into mud. My dream, my life' s work, was being systematically destroyed by the very people I had come home to save. My wife, Sarah, and daughter, Lily, arrived, just as a brute backed out of the warehouse, nearly hitting Lily with a metal shelf. I lunged, taking the blow myself, crumpling to the ground as Lily screamed. Chad smirked over me, "Looks like you had a little accident." Sarah' s fury erupted. "You! He treated you like a brother! He came back to this dead-end town because he believed in it!" The betrayal solidified into an icy resolve. "They can have it," I rasped, defeat in my voice. "They can have this whole damned town." But they weren' t getting my technology. That night, under the cover of darkness, I orchestrate a silent, complete extraction, leaving Harmony Springs with nothing but an empty shell, unaware of the financial trap I laid./1/102312/coverorgin.jpg?v=988673d954faa94f8524c39444155663&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Forced Marriage To A Coma Knight
Eleanore POV: My family forced me to marry Kayson Knight, a man who'd been in a coma for five years. It was a sacrifice to save our family's legacy, a life sentence I accepted for their sake. But on my adopted sister Josie's birthday, she framed me for stealing a family heirloom. My parents, who had always favored her, didn't hesitate. "Guards! Search her!" my father roared. They pinned me down in front of all their guests. My brother held my arms while my childhood sweetheart looked away. They had already pushed me down the stairs and left me for dead once before. They had taken my kidney for Josie. This was just the final humiliation. But they didn't know my secret. I had been recording Josie's lies for weeks. As the guards' hands closed on me, I screamed, "You want the truth? Let's hear it then!" and pressed play on the hidden recorder./0/80411/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf361250b63ce8192ef9c1198234e9e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The PR Guru and The Predator
I was Ava Miller, Hollywood's top PR guru, thriving at my firm, happily pregnant with my fiancé Ethan's child. One ordinary evening, Ethan's familiar tea tasted odd. Darkness. I awoke tied to a chair, dimly lit, only to see Rex Donovan, my volatile client, standing there. And Ethan. My Ethan. My blood ran cold as Ethan, with chilling casualness, exposed his betrayal, blaming me for an intern’s past disappearance. He fed Rex a grotesque lie, fueling the rock star's rage. The pain was unimaginable; Rex ensured I knew he was killing my baby first, tearing my world apart. As darkness embraced me, my last sight was Ethan, watching, his face a mask of pure hatred. "Why?" I choked, blood filling my mouth, grappling with this unfathomable betrayal. Then, a jolt. I gasped, bolt upright in my office chair, my stomach flat. The calendar showed it was *that* day – the day Chloe Sanders first walked in, asking for the Rex Donovan case. I was back./0/61795/coverorgin.jpg?v=b30cbfd63b4a13c548a5c05cf867c133&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"/0/85417/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bad38a19019375c1b2c6f5988d0b436&imageMogr2/format/webp)
