Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Irresistible To My Glamorous Ex-wife
Before the divorce, everyone thought that Belinda was just a housewife who was good at nothing. Even her then-husband, Russell, believed this. However, after the divorce, it was soon revealed that she was the eldest daughter of the Lindfield family. She was proficient in not only designing, but she was also a shrewd businesswoman who knew how to turn a profit. She had several brothers who doted on her. Various handsome men chased after her, determined to win her heart. When she crossed paths with Russell again, she lifted her chin proudly and asked, "Do you regret divorcing me?" Russell replied, "Yes. How about remarrying me?”/0/86740/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f7b87fb13c841bdcae58840386f67eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruelty, Her Ruin
My home, once a sanctuary, became a nightly carnival as my husband, Ethan, turned it into a themed party house, leaving me a ghost in my own life. Just as I believed my pregnancy might bring change, Ethan demanded I shave my head to "amuse" Chloe, a sick child he sponsored, whose hair had fallen out from treatment. My long hair, once cherished by him, fell in clumps to the floor. Then, on our fifth anniversary, he forced me, pregnant and a professional snowboarder, to be Chloe's "human cushion" on a snowy slope. The impact was brutal, resulting in a devastating stillbirth. He blamed me, accusing me of lying as he walked away, comforting Chloe while I bled on the snow. Ethan's cruelty escalated, turning my grief into a public spectacle. His friends bet on my child's life, Chloe confessed to intentionally causing my miscarriage, and Ethan, in a fit of rage, destroyed my deceased brother's grave. Why did he hate me so much? What had I done to deserve such unending torment? Why was I, his wife, subjected to such monstrous acts while a manipulative girl held all his empathy? The pain became a dull throb, and I sought refuge in numbness, deciding to end it all. A desperate plan formed, a final act of agency in a life consumed by his cruelty./0/83142/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202132&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Hope: The Price of a Mother's Dream
My life as a gig-economy delivery driver was tough, but I always kept my head down. On Valentine' s Day, a late condom delivery for Room 12 at a sleazy motel spiraled into instant blackmail. Kevin and Tiffany, the couple, scammed me out of my day' s pay and hit me with a one-star review that cratered my job rating. Just as I thought it couldn't get worse, they escalated. They claimed Tiffany was pregnant because I was supposedly late, demanding $20,000. When I refused, they fabricated an assault, accused me of causing a miscarriage, and launched a vicious online smear campaign. They doxxed me, ruined my reputation, and got me fired; I was days from homelessness. But the ultimate blow came from the person who mattered most. My foster mother, Sarah, the kindest soul I knew, used her life savings-money she' d been meticulously saving for decades to find her long-lost son-to pay them off, just to make them stop hounding me. I couldn't believe it. Her entire hope, her deepest dream, sacrificed for me because of their elaborate lies. How could anyone be so utterly cruel, so shamelessly manipulative? And watching Tiffany flaunt new "engagement" bling, clearly funded by Sarah's stolen hope, made my stomach churn. No more. They took my job, my home, and then her dream. It wasn't about surviving anymore. It was about making them pay. Every last cent. And for everything else. I'm coming for them./0/32300/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb44abbc0676ba2b7258cd54be698986&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Punishment for Loving me
What we have between us is powerful and magnetic. But you must understand. I am not like other women. Marriage, to me, is a partnership—a contract between equals. I will not accept authority, jealousy, or you questioning my every move or conduct. I must be free. I think you need more time to consider wanting to marry me. Taylor, please listen to what I have to say. I know what I want, and I only wish for you. Taylor, you are the only woman that can make me happy. I don't care. Make me your friend, brother, or husband. My heart and body are yours./0/82047/coverorgin.jpg?v=b61b7cf9ac205d3cb4f1fa3765a4d3bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Level Up: Her Vengeance Achieved
I was Sarah Miller, head coach of The Vortex, the eSports team I' d poured my soul into, deeply in love with our MVP, Jake. Today was the National Championship Finals, the culmination of years of relentless effort, a moment I believed would define our shared triumph. But just before the match, Jake' s "childhood friend," Brittany, offered him a strange, vibrant blue drink – a "special focus aid" she cooed. Instinct screaming at me, I lunged, smashing the suspicious liquid from his hand, desperate to protect him from what I knew was wrong. His response was immediate and brutal: a searing slap across my face, loud enough to echo, in front of the entire team. "You crazy bitch!" Jake screamed. The very players I built, The Vortex, just stood by, silent and condemning. This act of betrayal spiraled into a nightmare: their humiliating loss, Brittany' s meticulously orchestrated online hate campaign, my swift firing, career annihilation, and eventually, a fatal hit-and-run orchestrated by a shadowy figure. I died, bleeding out on cold asphalt, not from a random accident, but from their calculated malice. Every sacrifice, every ounce of dedication, repaid with public humiliation, utter destruction, and a lonely, violent end. Why did protecting the people I loved lead to my demise? Was I truly so disposable, so easily villainized? Then, cold sweat. I gasped awake, sitting bolt upright, a calendar notification on my buzzing phone confirming: "National eSports Championship Finals - TODAY." I stared at my younger, unscarred reflection. I was back. This second chance wasn't for them; it was for me. This time, I wouldn't intervene. They would face the consequences of their own choices. And this time, I would burn them all down./0/84550/coverorgin.jpg?v=d696734573539147d3f80084ac93dbcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Decade Long Project and Her Revenge
For ten years, I poured my life, my youth, and every cent into building a tech empire with Alex. My desk, once beside his in the CEO' s office, was now a cramped corner, and my new job? Fetching coffee for his pregnant fiancée, Emily, who' d been with the company barely six months. Then came the brutal blow: Alex announced their engagement, glowing beside Emily, never once meeting my eyes. The next day, I was demoted to "Executive Assistant." My core designs for our decade-long project were presented to the board, but I wasn' t invited. Emily emerged, feigning sympathy, telling me Alex found my work "amateurish" and that the project had "evolved under her direction." That night, I quit, taking my secret AI chip blueprints with me, the ones Alex knew nothing about. He scoffed, "She\'s nothing without me. She\'ll be back begging in a week." He had no idea what was coming. Weeks later, at the annual tech gala, Alex cornered me, demanding the blueprints, accusing me of theft. Emily, ever the victim, tried to orchestrate a severe allergic reaction to humiliate me, but in a twist of fate, she triggered it on herself. As chaos erupted, security stormed in, targeting Alex' s company, and a chandelier crashed. Alex, with Emily in tow, fled, leaving me for dead. Injured and abandoned, I limped out, but Alex reappeared, cradling Emily, his eyes alight with murderous rage. He ordered his men to strip me in front of hundreds, exposing every scar from the battles I' d fought for him. As Emily feigned a worsening condition, he ordered my rare blood type to be forcibly harvested, seeing me not as a person, but a walking blood bag. I blacked out, believing he'd finally succeeded in destroying me. But the real story was just beginning. I woke up, not broken, but reborn, ready to claim a future where Alex was nothing but a painful, distant memory./1/105982/coverorgin.jpg?v=6120b20f264f515556fee8b4692a3acc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Family's Secret, Her Vengeful Rise
At my engagement party, I exposed my fiancé, Kenton, for being in love with his father' s fiancée. I thought I was finally free. Instead, his powerful family had me abducted. For daring to reveal their dirty secret, I was beaten and humiliated. Kenton, the man I loved, stood by as his father struck me across the face for speaking the truth about his own son. He watched as they dragged me away for "corrective measures" and later burned down my late mother's cherished home, turning the last piece of her I had into ash. They called me hysterical and volatile, painting me as the villain in a story of their own making. I was the one who was betrayed, yet I was the one being punished, broken, and left with nothing. Just as I hit rock bottom, my mysterious uncle, a powerful European banker I barely knew, rescued me. He looked at my bruises, listened to my story, and asked me one simple question. "What do you want?" I told him I wanted revenge. And he smiled./1/112396/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea4d7f48f290355acebcc18894b8e803&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Trophy Wife Is A Predator
I married the CEO of the powerful Powers Corporation, and everyone saw me as the perfect trophy wife. They assumed my days were filled with nothing but shopping on Fifth Avenue. But this prestigious family was a house of cards. My husband's siblings were spoiled, useless children threatening to bring the entire empire down with their stupidity. His brother, Braden, was a parasite who mistook his trust fund for "freedom." His sister, Chelsea, was a brainless socialite being used as a pawn in a public scandal by a con artist. Even the family's ruthless Chief of Staff, a man meant to be their shield, looked at me with utter contempt, viewing me as just another problem to be managed. They all saw a fragile doll. They had no idea that their weakness was an insult to the family name, and I was not going to stand for it. It was time to discipline the children. The first lesson began at 3,000 feet, when I kicked my brother-in-law out of a plane mid-flight. His rehabilitation—and my takeover of this family—had just begun./0/82673/coverorgin.jpg?v=633977f19e6eeb85d7684b3ec9db242c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge
My life was supposed to be a success story, a talented architect married to a rising firm owner, living comfortably in Chicago. But at the annual holiday gala, my husband, Mark, publicly humiliated me by gifting my deceased mother's irreplaceable locket to his conniving intern, Tiffany, who then carelessly shattered it. What followed was a cruel spiral of blatant infidelity, his dismissal of my grief, gaslighting about his constant neglect, and their calculated plot to destroy my career; he even staged a fake suicide attempt for Tiffany, forcing me to donate my rare blood type on the day of my most critical professional presentation, then watched as they celebrated with my stolen project and commissioned my anniversary gown for his mistress. Lying in that sterile hospital room, sedated and weak, I understood the full extent of their calculated cruelty; every betrayal was a deliberate, agonizing twist of the knife, leaving me stripped of everything and simmering with a cold, unwavering fury. As Mark brazenly handed over my stolen designs to Tiffany, dismissing my accusations of plagiarism, I finally made the call I vowed I never would: to my reclusive, powerful father in New York, demanding he pull every string and dismantle Mark' s entire empire, piece by piece./0/84394/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b2625958417aa57d21ef46412be847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets of a Killer Father
My daughter, Molly, lay frail in the hospital bed, her future hanging by a thread. The doctor's words were stark: an incredibly expensive experimental therapy was her only hope. My ex-husband, Matthew, stood by, his charming facade crumbling as he refused to pay, citing "scam" and "natural remedies." My heart ached with a familiar, searing pain. I remembered this scene – the same cold refusal, the same sweet-sounding lies that doomed her, and me, in another life. He stood there, the man who had abandoned us before, the man who ultimately murdered us. This time, however, I was ready. This time, I had a plan. My voice, unnervingly calm, cut through the tension. "If you won't pay, Matthew, I understand. We'll go to Oregon. They have a law there – the Dignity with Death Act. Physician-assisted suicide." The room plunged into shocked silence. Gasps. Disbelief. Even Molly, my sweet, brave girl, looked stunned. How could a mother even suggest such a thing? What monstrous desperation, or sheer madness, would drive her to this unthinkable act, to choose death for her child? But they didn't know what I knew. They didn't know the dark secret Matthew was hiding, the true horror he had planned. And this time, I wouldn't let him get away with it. This time, I' d drag his true intentions into the light, even if I had to burn down everything around me to expose him./1/100038/coverorgin.jpg?v=eee7d0828ac7bdfdecaebd94ad667cb4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Chess Master's Final Deadly Move
My boyfriend, a chess prodigy, planned to publicly humiliate me at our graduation. He'd spent three years faking our relationship, even secretly filming us, all to get revenge for a lie he believed about my father. I overheard his entire twisted plan just before it was set to happen. So I fled to Paris, leaving him with the wreckage of his prized antique chess set and a video of me smashing it to pieces. I built a new life, found real love with a kind man named Kolton, and my art began to flourish. I was finally healing, finally safe. Then, one morning, my ex shattered my apartment door, holding a black rose, his eyes burning with a terrifying declaration: "I was wrong. I love you. And I'm not leaving until you're mine again."/0/84864/coverorgin.jpg?v=a815acd62fb7fcba2ccb998129bdc067&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Art of Deception
The sterile white walls of the restoration studio, once my sanctuary, felt like a cage closing in. My former mentor, Mark, stood in the doorway, his face a mask of disappointment, while my ambitious intern, Chloe, watched with a smirk of triumph. I was quitting, giving up the career I had painstakingly built, a decade\'s worth of meticulous work and groundbreaking techniques, all because of a fabricated scandal that destroyed my reputation overnight. They blamed me, the "disgraced restorer," for vandalizing a priceless Degas sculpture, a heinous act I didn' t commit but one Chloe expertly pinned on me, while her "artistic intuition" - my stolen methods - catapulted her to fame. The public humiliation was immediate, a cup of coffee thrown at me on the sidewalk, my name dragged through the mud, while Chloe and Mark reveled in their newfound prestige. I couldn' t comprehend how quickly my life unraveled, why Mark, the man I loved and trusted, so easily believed her lies, or how Chloe consistently knew my most private thoughts and theories. But as I packed my grandfather's tools, leaving behind the life they had ruined, a cold, hard resolve replaced the shame; I wouldn\'t be a victim any longer, and I would uncover the truth behind Chloe\'s "gift" and the full extent of their betrayal./0/80484/coverorgin.jpg?v=d74014efecfdbe358b7667321c48fa25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Reckoning
My life in Long Island seemed perfect: a loving husband, Ethan, a sweet daughter, Emily, and a home filled with warmth. But a year after my half-sister Chloe’s husband died, my mother, Susan, dropped a bombshell: she wanted *my* husband to impregnate Chloe, to provide a "blood connection" for the family. My horrified refusal was met with cold fury; I was imprisoned in my own home, my phone and laptop confiscated. Ethan, my husband, walked away into Chloe’s room, not looking back, becoming a puppet for their twisted agenda. For a grueling month, I listened to them "working" on their grotesque project, held captive in hell. The ultimate breaking point came when my vigilant daughter, Emily, bravely exposed their lie, causing Ethan to violently shove her, leaving her bleeding from a head wound. They twisted everything, painting *me* as the orchestrator of this perverse family scheme for an heir, even as my child bled from his casual cruelty. But their confidence was their undoing. As they planned to announce Chloe’s pregnancy as *mine* at Emily's birthday gala, a cold, hard rage solidified into a plan. I would make them pay. Every single one of them./1/103324/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b8cc0a52298133cf803c4a572d2280e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Power, I Chose Love
I sacrificed my career as a violinist to save my fiancé, Graham, in a car crash that shattered my hand. For five years, I endured the pain and supported his political ambitions, believing in the future we planned to build around an old, historic theater. That future ended when I overheard him with his campaign manager, Kassidy. He was selling our theater to fund his campaign, dismissing my sacrifice as a mere "distraction." He called me a "drowned rat" one day, then posted a picture with Kassidy the next, captioned "#PowerCouple." He denied me money for a new physical therapy treatment, claiming the budget was tight, only to buy her an "exquisite" gift. He called her his "best asset." I was just a liability. My sacrifice wasn't an act of love to him; it was a "choice" I made that he now held over my head. So on the night of his career-defining gala, when he thought I was at home waiting for him, I prepared my own opening night. At the very theater he tried to steal from me./0/85021/coverorgin.jpg?v=8fd1397667216c0e4ec5102ccd88e299&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiance, My Sister, My Revenge
The lights of the Tech Innovators\' Gala blinded me as my adoptive father, Mr. Davis, prepared to announce the next big thing for Davis Tech-my innovation. Suddenly, a hidden truth struck me: it wasn't our shared future, but my fiancé Liam\'s and my stepsister Bethany\'s. They didn\'t know that every "brilliant" idea Bethany claimed as her own was stolen directly from my mind. But deep down, a terrifying realization festered. It wasn' t just intellectual theft. After witnessing Bethany effortlessly "replicate" my most private thoughts and memories, I understood the insidious nature of the "mind-sync" tech she used to violate my very consciousness. Having been publicly humiliated, stripped of my dignity, and confined to a mental institution in a past life that ended in fire. But I didn\'t wake up in hell; I woke up here, with a second chance, and a burning desire for revenge./1/100039/coverorgin.jpg?v=3986c740d8e4e3eea8964220c7245b10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Magnate Who Claimed My Heart
To help my fiancé's tech startup, I poured my entire inheritance into his dream and even underwent ninety-nine humiliating hymen reconstruction surgeries to satisfy his bizarre fetish. But just one procedure away from our wedding, I overheard the truth. He called me his "cash cow" and the surgeries were just "pure theater" to lure in investors with a virgin fetish. He never loved me. He never even touched me. Instead, he drugged me with "protein shakes" to keep me compliant and paraded me in front of old perverts. His plan was to publicly humiliate me at the altar, expose my most private medical secrets, and then marry his childhood sweetheart, Kimberli. He was going to destroy me, dance on the ashes of my dignity, and leave me with nothing. But if he wanted a show, he was going to get one. Just not the one he planned. I picked up my phone and texted the one man I had blacklisted, the ruthless East Coast magnate Constantine Russell: "Crash my wedding. I need you."/0/81423/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d7f10cb387e3d141ea683dca9f754d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What Money Couldn\'t Buy
The hospital air was cold, too clean, smelling like death trying to hide. I was running, lungs burning, clutching the $50,000 I'd scraped together-every cent Dad and I had, plus loans and extra shifts-desperate to save my father. He'd helped me raise the money for Izzy' s "crippling debt," a desperate plea from the woman I loved and planned to marry. I believed her, truly. Then the doctor delivered the blow: "Your father, Michael... he passed away an hour ago. He collapsed because he hadn' t been taking his prescribed medication. The expensive ones for his condition." My blood ran cold, the words echoing in the sterile hallway. He did this for Izzy. He killed himself to help my girlfriend. Numb, I found Izzy at her "struggling artist" apartment, her eyes feigning perfect concern. "It's for your debt," I rasped, handing her the thick envelope. Days later, working a catering gig, my father' s cheap cardboard urn tucked under my arm, I overheard her at a lavish party. Izzy, laughing with Liam Astor, her smug "childhood friend." "He actually passed the hardship test, Liam. Impressive, for a line cook." My blood turned to ice. Then Liam' s cruel reply: "The old man croaking was a nice touch. Really sold the desperation." They knew. They knew my father died. My father' s life, his sacrifice, was a game. A test. The love I felt for Izzy, the future I imagined with her, crumbled into ashes, just like the ones I carried. This wasn' t just betrayal; it was a grotesque, sadistic mockery. My selfless father, reduced to a pawn in her twisted elite games, his death a mere footnote in their cruel charade. The world tilted, reeling from the sheer, mind-numbing horror of it all. No. I wouldn't be their punchline. I quit my job, scattered Dad' s ashes, and left. Vanished. But when, years later, she' d desperately beg me to "come clean" and "come home" on national television, her pleas would ring hollow. I had found my peace, far from her toxic world, leaving her to the echoing silence of her monumental lies./0/83457/coverorgin.jpg?v=8116762f5729faa07acd532ab30e292a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Bitter Truth
For ten years, I was the picture of a devoted husband, building a life with Chloe in our comfortable Bellevue home. My life felt stable, successful, exactly what her image-conscious parents approved of for their daughter. Then came the news: Leo, Chloe' s tumultuous musician ex, had died. A drug overdose, labeled suicide. Days later, my wife, my Chloe, drove her car straight off the Deception Pass Bridge. Grief-stricken, clearing out her laptop, I stumbled upon a password-protected blog. "Leo1998." Inside, ten years of her raw thoughts: "I married Ethan today... They just gave me a life sentence with his shadow." Another entry: "I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming... I felt so disgusted afterward I scrubbed my skin raw." My heart, already broken, shattered into a million pieces. The woman I adored had spent a decade despising my every touch, every act of love, pretending I was another man. My entire existence was a lie. The words burned through me: disgust, resentment, pity. My world collapsed beneath the weight of her betrayal. How could my decade of unwavering dedication, my honest love, have been nothing more than a painful charade for her? The sheer, pointless waste of it all. Then, darkness. But instead of an ending, I jolted awake to the smell of stale coffee, in my old college dorm. My phone buzzed: a text from Chloe. The date: September 15, 2014. Ten years in the past. The day of our first official date. This time, I knew the cost of playing her fool. This time, I would write my own story./1/101291/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9bf126d256c945e16b9cc6c4fdac5d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Simp No More and He Lost It
Everyone knew in her social circle that Verena was free-spirited and outspoken, notorious for frequently changing boyfriends. But no one expected that at a friend's gathering, she would fall head over heels for the introverted and distant physics professor, Lanny. After months of unsuccessful pursuit, Verena felt defeated. "My family has arranged a marriage for me, so I won't bother you anymore," she said. Lanny, usually calm and composed, lost control in an instant. "Don't get married. I promise I'll date you." They were together for two years, during which Verena enjoyed a blissful romance. However, while planning their wedding, she discovered that Lanny's true love was her half-sister! She quietly canceled the wedding and vanished from Lanny's life. Yet, he became frantic, desperately searching for her whereabouts./0/82675/coverorgin.jpg?v=5918f444315f99f6b5f6594a45bfa96b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
