Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Fatal Storm (Tashan of Mr. Beast & Ms. Fake)
Isn't it easy to imagine yourself in the cliché billionaire world where the employer's eyes and his luxurious empire bewitches the secretary at the first glance? Now, re-imagine yourself in the ruthless world of Shaurya Singhal, popularly called 'the beast' ruling over the Singhal Corporate Towers. Driven by a single aim in life-to make money-he ensures to burn all his rivals with his magnificent glory. On his best friend Abhay's insistence, he appoints Saniya Gupta as his personal secretary. Her aspiration to make it big in the business world, enchants him and he offers to sponsor her higher studies, throwing Saniya off-road in her well planned charade to cause chaos in his life. Unlike the people they've met before, both decode a lock that starts to unravel their vengeful tactics against each other despite being pulled to one another romantically breaking Shaurya's decade-old code of conduct. A game begins of who will give in first to the call of that organ which they thought they never had...a lover's heart./0/60453/coverorgin.jpg?v=92d49ad281189748aaaedef189bebf98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the cold hearted billionaire
•He is rich •He is handsome •He is wealthy When he stands out in the crowd he is well know... Don't let us talk about his muscular build body cause he is freaking hot He wins award ceremony for the most popular and successful billionaire every year that sometimes he gets tired of it.. He owns Two countries in New York and other branches in Korea, Japan, China,Canada and other countries WHO IS HE? Leopard Mcquire...He is the richest bachelor billionaire in New York City As long as Valentino is the most richest billionaire in New York he is also cold, arrogant and proud of himself He is as cold as a ice and Valentino hates for women's is so much that all is employees are all male and no one knows why he hates the tourch of women. What happened when she came into his life and changed his destiny WHO IS SHE?? LOYAL ROSEAN MAPLE the daughter of the popular and hourable family in New York.... Loyal is the crazy, stubborn sassy and full of lives but all that changed when she was involved in an heartbreaking scene... She then became calm, gentle and an introvert and the word love became dead to her.... due to that fact her parents decided to get her married to the famous Leopard Not because of her interest but because of her parents business. Will loyal Become who she was before... Will she trust the word love again.... Will Valentino also believe in love... Will Valentino become a happy person and not a cold person again.../1/102691/coverorgin.jpg?v=032b050532b704ec91e163415c7abeb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sacrifice, Her Cold Indifference
I was forced to marry Drake Knox, a Wall Street titan twice my age. I fought him at every turn, but his cold control slowly melted into a possessive passion I couldn't resist. Then his ex-girlfriend, Julia, returned, claiming a terminal illness had brought her back to him. He chose her. When I was injured and left bleeding in a hotel lobby, he ran to comfort her. When she murdered my dog, Peanut, and framed me, he believed her lies without question. His punishment for my "betrayal" was to lock me away in his mansion, a gilded cage he called protection. He sacrificed my safety, my sanity, and my freedom for the woman he truly loved. I was just a substitute. So I ran. And when he chased me down a highway, I gave him an ultimatum: let me go, or watch me die. I stepped in front of a speeding truck. I never expected him to swerve his own car into its path, sacrificing himself to save me./0/86578/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bd748abddc9df46dbbfeb76db03d69f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster He Made, The Woman She Became
My engagement party was supposed to be the start of my perfect life with Michael. Then, his "adopted sister" Tiffany showed up, flashing a hickey and claiming Michael needed her to help us conceive a son on our wedding night. My world shattered as Michael watched, a faint, unreadable smile on his face, openly enjoying my humiliation. The next day, Michael brutally murdered my dear younger brother, Ethan, right in front of me to make me apologize to Tiffany. He even took away my parents' life-saving medical funding, forcing me to plan our wedding while they suffered. I endured his and Tiffany' s twisted games, their constant physical and emotional torment, all to protect the last people I had left. They told me I was adopted, that I was worthless, that my family meant nothing compared to Tiffany' s happiness. Every lash of his whip was a cold reminder that my life was a game to them, a test for Michael to prove his loyalty to his grandfather. But as I lay bleeding, defeated, a new feeling rose within me: a burning desire for revenge. I survived, found help, and then I fought back. I leaked the horrifying videos and audio of their cruelty to the world, destroying their perfect facade and Michael' s empire. But that was just the beginning. Michael' s furious retaliation against Tiffany, his desperate attempts to win me back even after his parents died and he was blinded, only fueled my fire. His self-destruction was meaningless to me now. I wanted him to understand that some lines, once crossed, can never be uncrossed. My name is Olivia Reynolds, and this is the story of how I took everything back, piece by agonizing piece./0/84388/coverorgin.jpg?v=45825b53b5112aa00fc03cac88d057e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Appalachian Dirt To Tech Heiress
My first life ended abruptly, with the screech of tires and the brutal impact of a car driven by my younger sister, Stella. I had always been the compliant one, funding her endless "mistakes" and even giving her the man I loved, Matthew. As I lay dying, the last thing I heard wasn't an apology, but my parents' voices telling the police, "She was the older sister; she should have been more understanding." Their words, not the collision, were the ultimate betrayal. Then, darkness. But not oblivion. I woke up, seventeen again, surrounded by the familiar scent of pine and damp earth in our Appalachian home. The horrifying map of my future, burned into my memory, was now a chance for a different path. This time, I would never again seek their love. This time, I would live only for myself./1/110826/coverorgin.jpg?v=c45238a98340c62c9c35ee05a23eafc3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love and hate intertwined
I had loved Silas for ten years. But on the very day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his first love returned home. I loved him. Whether he loved me in return, I didn't know—I couldn't feel it. But I was certain he would never cheat. In the final days of my life, I flawlessly played the role of the perfect wife. After I died, he found my diary. And when he finished reading it, he broke down and wept with a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony./0/80947/coverorgin.jpg?v=aae4588d069932427a82c77c3b79b630&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twin Swap: An 18-Year Deception
For 18 years, I quietly raised my twin sons, Alex and Ben, believing their father Mark and his mistress Brenda were dead. Now, with their Stanford acceptance, I planned a celebratory dinner, a culmination of my secret pride. But as the party peaked, the 'dead' burst in—Mark Thompson and Brenda Sullivan, arrogantly alive. Mark accused me of lies, Brenda feigned heartbreak, and he demanded I sign away my sons, seizing what he claimed was his. My bewildered sons watched their world crumble as Mark's family rallied behind him. With a steady hand, I signed the papers, feeling my boys' pain and disbelief. "Mom, no! How can you?" Alex cried. Everyone assumed I was broken, defeated. They saw a mother abandoning her children, a woman succumbing to the pressure. "You're just... giving us up?" Ben whispered, his eyes clouded with betrayal. The room buzzed with judgment. They had no idea this was just the first act of a meticulously planned retribution. "The party isn't over," I stated, a chilling smile on my face. As two young men, one dependent on a wheelchair, entered, I revealed their truth. "Mark, Brenda, meet Cody and Tyler Thompson. Your actual biological sons." My 18-year revenge was finally set into motion./0/83450/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0872cd2e2a295697d8b70bb40b1d1a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tradwife's Calculated Comeback
Gentle morning light streamed through my bedroom window, and my phone buzzed. It showcased a viral video of me, packing a perfect lunch for my husband, Mark. It was the innocent start of my seemingly idyllic life. Then, a new notification appeared: a tag from notorious online personality Jessica "Jessi" Vance. Her words were a direct hit: "Amelia Reed: The Tradwife Betraying Her Gender." I remembered the first, painful time this happened: her online mob, doxxing, death threats, and a staged overdose that obliterated my reputation. It cost Mark his job, our home, and culminated in a car crash that should have killed me. Burning rubber and crushing metal were my last memories, but I woke up. My stomach was flat, the baby gone. The date on my phone was exactly one year ago. In that first tragic life, I' d cried, defending myself against overwhelming injustice. This time, no tears came. Only a cold, unwavering resolve. Behind my innocent public facade, a fierce hunger for vengeance burned. I was back, armed with memories of my ruin and their weaknesses. They thought I was just a gentle homemaker, easily crushed. They had no idea they had resurrected a woman who would meticulously orchestrate their complete ruin. My revenge would be a masterpiece./1/100971/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3d62a4497354d02fe81f5c67ef1dadb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Proposal
My boyfriend, Carter, chose a ski trip with his manipulative "best friend," Bridget, after I gave him an ultimatum. "If you go, we're over," I had warned. He just laughed and told me not to come crying to him when I got lonely. But while he was gone, the stress of his silence and Bridget's taunting Instagram posts sent me to the hospital with a bleeding stomach ulcer. Lying in an urgent care bed, hooked up to an IV, I saw him liking her posts-pictures of them looking like a happy couple, with captions mocking me. He wasn't just ignoring my pain; he was actively endorsing it. In that sterile room, something inside me didn't just break; it turned to ice. The years of begging for his affection, of fighting for his attention, simply evaporated. So when he came home expecting his favorite dinner, I had a surprise for him instead. "We broke up," I said, pointing to the moving boxes that held every last trace of him. He pulled out a Tiffany bracelet, claiming he was going to propose. But it was too late. I had already called the movers./1/102692/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc3f9b5424962336591ad0a82d9a5e77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance To Save Our Lives
My daughter Jodie died in my arms. The doctor' s words were a death sentence: "Severe neglect. Malnutrition. Multiple internal injuries." But my husband, the famous life coach Julian Maynard, didn't mourn. He issued a public statement. He called Jodie a "challenging child" and twisted her death into a tragedy about mental health, all to enhance his compassionate image. He even publicly forgave the boy who had tormented her, the same boy he brought into our home to teach Jodie "resilience." My own life ended in a fire, a final, violent release from a world of his making. As the flames consumed me, I couldn't understand. How could the man I loved build his legacy on the grave of our daughter and the ruins of my life? Then, I opened my eyes. The divorce papers sat on the table, his signature a stark black stain. It was years earlier. Before the fire. Before Jodie died./0/65460/coverorgin.jpg?v=c494f8693e60840a14c9565fa412e9ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Confess to Me
Xu Mobei is my senior from university. When I didn't know him, he seemed like a celestial being to me, even his way of speaking had an ethereal quality. Later, I realized that he is not a celestial being at all; it's me who truly feels like a celestial being for agreeing to be his girlfriend./0/84389/coverorgin.jpg?v=786dedfd106d90d1c9c9469ce8e2611e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Debt of Life, Repaid in Blood
The ER waiting room hummed with a familiar, sickly glow. But tonight, I wasn't the paramedic on call. I was just Andrew, a guy in a hoodie, staring at my phone. My fiancée, Jennifer, lay supposedly critical after a hit-and-run. They said she needed emergency brain surgery. The nurse demanded payment upfront. With a cold, practiced mask, I showed them my banking app. "$17.42." That's all I had left, I claimed. It was after a "sophisticated online scam" wiped me out. Jennifer' s "parents" - two actors she' d hired - wailed. They begged me to save her. They even proposed a monstrous deal. Their son' s heart for my sick mother' s life. The world watched as a good Samaritan nurse started a GoFundMe. She was painting me as a heartless monster who' d let his fiancée die. The video went viral. Donations poured in, "saving" Jennifer. Meanwhile, my career and reputation crumbled. Every phone call from my chief was a stab. Every hateful comment online was a stab. But I didn't care. They called me a sociopath, a villain. How could I let them believe such a lie? How could I be so callous, so indifferent to the woman I was supposed to marry? My mother's fragile heart. My ruined career. It all felt like a twisted nightmare. But this wasn't my first time living this nightmare. In another life, I was the fool who fell for it all. I watched my mother die because of Jennifer' s cruel "loyalty test." This time, I knew the game. This time, I was ready to play my own hand./0/99407/coverorgin.jpg?v=51558a529974c1a02f54eeb50ac32aec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn With My Husband
On the way to the hospital, my husband Kody and I had a huge argument, which led to an unexpected accident. When I opened my eyes again, we went back to when we first met. In our previous life, we were married for ten years. Our marriage was more about mutual respect than passion. However, he was unwilling to have a child with me. It was only later that I discovered he could never let go of his high school sweetheart. After being reborn, I decided to let him go. We silently deleted each other's contact information, kept our distance, and chose different paths in life. Seven years later, he became a top financial strategist and proposed to his high school sweetheart, Daniela, at their high school reunion. Seeing me still alone, he couldn't help but make a snide comment. "Emeline, I know you can't let go of me in both lifetimes. After all, I'm quite the catch, but you don't have to wait around for me." I ignored him and took my daughter's hand. Kody's face went white, his eyes blazing with fury as he demanded, "Didn't you say you'd love me for life and only want our child?"/1/101910/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e47dc90742f5aa52963d4ea1ec74fc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disgraced Teacher's Ruthless Return
Ten years ago, Cameron Vinson destroyed my Wall Street career to build his empire, leaving me a disgraced schoolteacher. Now, he was back, paying for my father' s life-saving surgery to play the benevolent hero. But his fiancée, jealous of his attention, decided to reveal the truth to my father on his deathbed, killing him instantly with the shock. "Emilia, look what you've done! You're hysterical!" Cameron shouted, shoving me away from my father's cooling body while comforting the woman who had just murdered him. Hailee had shown my father a video proving we were both framed, just to watch the light leave his eyes. Yet, Cameron stood there protecting her, gaslighting me into believing I was the crazy one. They thought I was still the helpless victim they could manipulate. They thought my father' s death was just another loose end tied up. But as the heart monitor flatlined, my phone buzzed with a message from a ghost of our shared past. "I have enough evidence to bury Cameron Vinson. Do you need help?" I looked at the monsters preening over my father's corpse. I wiped my tears and typed back a single word: "Yes." The time for grief was over. The time for a hostile takeover had begun./1/103318/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc4ba7138bc62e83e935e773bfbb61e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married The Villain To Destroy You
I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years. I was finally pregnant. Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number. It was my husband, Marco. He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna. "She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son. He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife. But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity. At the family gala, his grandmother publicly humiliated me by pinning the family heirloom on Sienna's fake baby bump, crowning her the new matriarch. When I confronted them at the race track, Sienna pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs. As I lay on the asphalt, bleeding and losing the very child Marco had desperately prayed for, he didn't help me. He spat on me. "You crazy bitch," he snarled, checking on his mistress while his real son died inside me. He didn't know he had just killed his own heir. And he didn't know that the man stepping out of the shadows to pick me up wasn't a paramedic. It was Dante Moretti, the most dangerous Capo in New York and Marco's sworn enemy. I looked at Marco one last time. "Our marriage is dead." I took the enemy's hand. Marco wanted a war? I was about to burn his entire world to the ground./1/103631/coverorgin.jpg?v=9caffa87a08b49fab9d29d99bd1e7e08&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Lie, Her Vicious Truth
For five years, I was the loving Mrs. Clayton, enduring painful fertility treatments to give my husband, Bronson, the heir he deserved. He was my rock, my protector since a college hazing incident left me barren. Then I overheard the truth from behind his study door. Our marriage was a sham, never legally filed. He' d had a vasectomy before our wedding. It was all an elaborate lie to protect Bridgett-his childhood love and the very woman who orchestrated the assault that destroyed my future. He wasn't my savior. He was her accomplice, and I was just his compensation. Every gentle touch, every reassuring word, was a performance. He thought I' d never find out. He thought I' d always be his devoted, clueless wife. But when his precious Bridgett harmed my sick brother, my grief turned to ice. I smiled sweetly, played the part of the forgiving wife, and began gathering the evidence that would burn their entire world to the ground./0/81417/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe4b579e1e3ae94adf7b7a8ad20a6e39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Scholarship Kid to Capital King
My heart pounded. This was it – the final presentation for the American Innovators Architectural Prize. My design, "The Phoenix Initiative," was my masterpiece, my future. Then, Blake Sterling, my rival, strode onto the stage and began presenting my project. Every line, every concept, every innovative detail. Mine. My blood ran cold, but the nightmare deepened when he publicly accused me of plagiarism. Gasps filled the room, and all eyes turned to me. Then Tiffany, my fiancée of seven years, stood up beside him. Her voice trembling, she voiced her "disappointment," her tears sealing my public disgrace. I was abandoned, my life's work stolen, my reputation ruined, and my academic future jeopardized by a powerful family and a corrupt dean. The woman I loved had just publicly thrown me under the bus, dismissing seven years of history for a man she barely knew. My mind reeled from the sheer audacity, the cold betrayal. How could they do this? How could she? I felt utterly crushed, yet a chilling clarity solidified within me. They saw me as a mere scholarship kid, easily crushed, and now they demanded I apologize and help Blake refine the very project they stole, threatening to blacklist me permanently if I refused. So I agreed. But as I worked days under their watch, I wasn' t fixing his project; I was subtly implanting a fatal, hidden flaw – a ticking time bomb only designed for catastrophic failure. Then, feigning a sudden, excruciating illness, I walked out, leaving them scrambling, speeding towards a new life. They thought they had cornered me, little did they know they had just woken up the heir to Cole Capital Development./0/83920/coverorgin.jpg?v=d38eb8cad00d3974c2afcf3a4c566ecf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Intern Who Fought Back
The Austin heat was brutal, but I worked 60-hour weeks as an intern at Chadwick' s Smokehouse, fueled by free brisket and the promise of a paycheck. I desperately needed that money for my community college tuition and my brother' s medical bills back home. But when my internship ended, Mr. Chadwick and his daughter Gabrielle laughed in my face, telling me the "experience" was my payment and I should be grateful. They tried to dismiss me with a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, dismissing two months of grueling work. I fought back and got paid, but their retaliation was swift and brutal. First, they used their influence as college donors to get my scholarship suspended and my work-study revoked, threatening my entire future. Then, Gabrielle launched a vicious online smear campaign, fabricating a pornographic dating profile with my picture, falsely accusing me of being a "home-wrecker" and a "prostitute." The internet exploded, dragging my name through the mud, and the college dean demanded my immediate withdrawal. They wanted to bury me, to make me disappear quietly and protect their precious reputations. But they severely underestimated me. I wasn't just a film student; I knew how to put a story together, and now I wasn't fighting for money-I was fighting for my life, my family, and my future. I wouldn't just survive; I would make sure the Chadwick empire crumbled under the weight of its own ugliness, and they would get exactly what they deserved./1/115051/coverorgin.jpg?v=934642c0f97d74edac3fe078639100f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Freedom, His Lifelong Regret
For nine years, I poured my soul into proving I was worthy of my wealthy boyfriend, Clayton Wright. I endured his endless, humiliating "tests," sacrificing everything for a place in his world. But at our engagement party, the final test was revealed. He stood by as his ex-girlfriend, Anjelica, framed me for shattering a priceless family heirloom. "You manipulative bitch!" he snarled, slapping me across the face. He then ordered his bodyguard to force me to my knees, grinding them into the sharp, broken fragments of the watch. As I bled on the floor, he pulled out his phone and gave a single command: demolish my childhood home, the last piece I had of my deceased father. He destroyed my past and my dignity, yet minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from him. "The engagement is just for show. I'll still marry you. You're my destiny." That night, clutching the last of my father's life insurance, I booked a one-way ticket and vanished. He thought he had finally broken his little project, but he had just unleashed a woman with nothing left to lose./0/82825/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef0434f1d6c2818ede49c67ddfb8b0bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
