Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Avenge The School Bully
Five years ago, I received a case about campus bullying. The perpetrator was only 13 years old and used extremely cruel methods, including eating feces, drinking urine, and sexual assault. This led to the victim suffering from severe depression and eventually committing suicide by cutting their wrists. When the situation escalated, the bully's parents tried to settle the matter with money. They not only threatened me to make false testimony but also boasted, "My child is a minor. Even if he killed someone, he wouldn't have to go to jail, let alone bullying."/1/102847/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf9f752a3a536411fd0c78b0a61c125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: She Chose The Billionaire Heir
"She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic." That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years. When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem. But the breaking point came when she deliberately pushed me down a flight of stairs. My ankle shattered on the concrete. I was lying there in agony, unable to move. Yet, Jax didn't check on me. He stepped over my bleeding body to scoop Catalina up because she had a minor scratch on her elbow. He screamed at me for "hurting" her. While I lay in the hospital alone, waiting for surgery, he was spoon-feeding her soup in her dorm, posting photos captioned "My Hero." He thought I would always be his "Elie Bear," the doormat waiting at home to clean up his messes. He was convinced that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never actually leave. But he was wrong. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply signed the withdrawal papers, blocked his number, and boarded a one-way flight to New York without saying goodbye. Three months later, when Jax finally realized his "sister" was a nightmare and came crawling back to beg for forgiveness, he found me. But I wasn't alone. I was holding the hand of a billionaire heir who looked at Jax with cold, deadly eyes. "Touch her again," my new fiancé whispered, "and I will destroy your entire family by morning."/0/83449/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fe6c5124af9629805af2b4769be1c91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Karma Served Cold: The Billionaire's Mother
The cold garage floor seeped through my thin jeans as I lay hidden, listening. This wasn't a memory; it was a horrifying déjà vu, a second chance at the day that had once destroyed me. Inside, I heard my husband Kevin' s bitter voice, dismissing me as "simple," "always tired," and "smelling like the diner." His mother, Helen, chimed in, labeling me an "anchor, dragging him down" from his imagined football star glory. Then came the chilling words from my own twelve-year-old son, Justin. He openly wished Aunt Tiffany, the "friend" I'd helped through her divorce, was his mom, because her house didn' t smell like "fried onions." Tiffany' s smooth voice, dripping with fake concern, endorsed their narrative, twisting my double shifts into "neglect." I knew their entire sinister plot, every humiliating detail: Justin' s fake "runaway" act, Kevin' s performative call to the police and Child Protective Services, framing me as an unfit mother. They planned to file for emergency custody, force a divorce, and escape with Justin to a new "perfect" life with Tiffany, leaving me utterly ruined. In my first life, I was blindsided. I fought desperately, screamed, cried, and ultimately lost everything-my son, my home, my reputation. I truly died a broken woman, my soul consumed by an unbearable grief. But somehow, I was back. The crushing grief was gone, replaced by a terrifying calm and an ice-cold resolve. They still believed I was simple, weak. They were about to discover the monstrous mistake they had made./1/100970/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106221014&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Hidden In A Folder
For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage with my husband, Grant, and an unbreakable bond with my best friend, Chelsey. That illusion shattered when I found a hidden video on our shared laptop, tucked away in a folder labeled "Memories." It showed them together in a hotel room, kissing, their bodies intertwined. I heard my husband promise my best friend he would never truly love me, that I was just a responsibility he had to bear. He was the man who swore he'd never cheat. She was the woman who once saved my life. Their entire relationship, their fake animosity-it was all an elaborate performance to hide their affair right under my nose. But when he left me sobbing on the floor to rush to her side after a faked car accident, something inside me finally broke. I found them wrapped in each other's arms, and with the sound of my hand cracking across his stunned face, I made a new promise. "We're getting a divorce."/0/84857/coverorgin.jpg?v=aec2caa983f0b26e3135df01c8f8038e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forever With My Children
The last thing I remembered was the cold, damp earth on my knees, kneeling before Liam' s grave as my wife, Olivia, stood over me, her beautiful face a mask of pure hatred. "This is where you belong, Ethan. At his feet." I had believed her promise of a child, an heir, would free me from her cruel games and secure our future. Instead, her obsession with her dead childhood sweetheart, Liam, led her to deliberately delay the C-section for our twins, costing them their lives. Then, she had her guards beat me to death. But I woke up. In a sterile white hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of a machine in my ears, I saw Olivia, seemingly unchanged, on the phone, ordering the very delay that doomed our children in my first life. My heart, which I thought was empty, throbbed with a dull ache as she publicly declared another child - Liam' s son, Lucas - her sole heir, and callously ordered my own babies to be "gotten rid of." Paternal love surged, and I rushed to protect them, only to be struck down. I awoke again, beaten and framed for attacking them, mocked by Olivia and the fake Liam. Then came the chilling realization: Olivia, too, remembered. She knew about my "second chance" and taunted me with it. She used my dying father, his life hanging by a thread in the same hospital, as leverage. When I reluctantly agreed to her demands, she killed him right in front of me, shattering my world. Imprisoned in the dark basement of our old mansion with the bodies of my dead children, utter despair consumed me. How could this be happening again? Why did she hate me so much, across two lifetimes? Why couldn't I escape this nightmare? But Olivia's twisted victory was short-lived. The very betrayal she orchestrated began to unravel, revealing Liam' s true identity as a con man and Lucas as a stranger' s child. The architect of my torment had built her empire on a foundation of lies, and now, it was all about to come crashing down./0/81259/coverorgin.jpg?v=436aa62da71495b20cc01e2928f551b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce He Filed Himself
My husband Mark called, his voice a whip crack in my ear, furious that I was in Napa enjoying wine instead of fretting over his mistress, Jessie. For seven years, his world revolved around Jessie' s endless dramas, her "fragile" state always prioritized over my needs, my feelings, or even the memory of my late father. I quietly drafted dissolution papers, shifting the names from generic "Jane Doe" to "Sarah Miller vs. Mark Thompson," a silent vow of freedom. He dismissed my pain, gaslighted my reality, and funneled our marital assets into Jessie' s lavish lifestyle, casually buying her a $15,000 designer bag when I couldn't get a few hundred for a work suit. The ultimate betrayal came during a scuba trip off La Jolla: he shoved me, his wife, directly into a shark's path to save Jessie, then abandoned me, celebrating with her on the boat while I gasped for air, bleeding. How could anyone be so utterly blind, so consumed by another's manufactured crisis, that they would sacrifice their own spouse and then, beaming, personally file divorce papers thinking they were for their mistress? He proudly signed away his future, thinking he was liberating Jessie, not realizing he was cementing my escape and sealing his own downfall. The game was on, and watching his oblivious delight, I knew I would win./0/25411/coverorgin.jpg?v=519a8b6148165ef07cbf2a66ba5d8563&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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=20260106222507&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=20241126155749&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)
