Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Love and Letters (Ari and Sebastian's Story)
In school, she is the brightest, most cheerful girl you'll ever meet. The one who was lucky enough to be one of the boys. But Ari has held secrets her entire life; the darkness of her home life, and the fact that she has been in love with her best friend David for years. Those were hidden within her heart, locked even from her closest friends...until she lost a diary. One by one, her treasured secrets started spilling out, and her other best friend Sebastian, the one who was being forced to marry her, seems to be in on it./1/122186/coverorgin.jpg?v=158a1dd8ce404de9da1ed921c9732a66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO
Six years ago, my mother's life support was about to be cut off over a $50,000 medical bill. Desperate, I agreed to sell myself to a wealthy client in Penthouse C. But in my blind panic, I swiped my key card into Penthouse B. Before I could explain, a terrifying stranger dragged me into the pitch-black room and ruthlessly claimed me. When dawn broke, I realized my catastrophic mistake. Worse, when my mother's nurse called, the stranger mistook it for a pimp and violently smashed my only phone to pieces against the wall. I fled the hotel in tears, only to discover the real client next door had already left. Because of that one wrong door, the money never came in time, and my mother passed away two days later. I was left with a shattered life and, nine months later, a pair of fatherless twins. For six years, I struggled in the dirt to raise my children alone. I thought I had finally escaped that nightmare. "We prefer to hire employees without family baggage," the interviewer sneered, rejecting me for a junior designer role. I didn't understand. If I was humiliated and rejected so harshly, why did the corporate HR department suddenly override the decision and send me a direct offer an hour later? It wasn't until I walked into the CEO's office that my blood ran cold. The ruthless billionaire sitting behind the desk, holding my six-year-old revenge note, was the monster from that dark room./0/98408/coverorgin.jpg?v=00b875101e555ca7dda7a77fa5751edc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Lover: Be Mine Or Be Lost Forever
Dangling off a balcony ledge, Juliana heard Braydon murmur, "Be mine, and I'll save you." Only later did Juliana learn they had already shared one reckless night-a setup by her two-faced boyfriend chasing promotion. Sweet and compliant, she fit the mold of a perfect lover. He ruled the underworld, sharp and merciless, and she, an orphan, made easy prey. He taught her to kill and conquer, and she yielded to his every demand. When a damning tape surfaced and prison loomed, he sneered, "Know your place." By the time she let go, he broke down, begging, "Please... just one more chance."/1/103414/coverorgin.jpg?v=aebec728d2bce1d8e74c2086050b225f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Curvy Ex-Wife's Revenge: The Divorce He Gave, The Regret He Earned
Nicole had entered marriage with Walter, a man who never returned her feelings, bound to him through an arrangement made by their families rather than by choice. Even so, she had held onto the quiet belief that time might soften his heart and that one day he would learn to love her. However, that day never came. Instead, he treated her with constant contempt, tearing her down with cruel words and dismissing her as fat and manipulative whenever it suited him. After two years of a cold and distant marriage, Walter demanded a divorce, delivering his decision in the most degrading manner he could manage. Stripped of her dignity and exhausted by the humiliation, Nicole agreed to her friend Brenda's plan to make him see what he had lost. The idea was simple but daring. She would use another man to prove that the woman Walter had mocked and insulted could still be desired by someone else. All they had to do was hire a gigolo. Patrick had endured one romantic disappointment after another. Every woman he had been involved with had been drawn not to him, but to his wealth. As one of the heirs to a powerful and influential family, he had long accepted that this pattern was almost unavoidable. What Patrick wanted was far more difficult to find. He longed to fall in love with a woman who cared for him as a person, not for the name he carried or the fortune attached to it. One night, while he was at a bar, an attractive stranger approached him. Because of his appearance and composed demeanor, she mistook him for a gigolo. She made an unconventional proposal, one that immediately caught his interest and proved impossible for him to refuse./1/113426/coverorgin.jpg?v=204263b461c19e1e60c6a30d57cb6e84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Surgeon's Secret Billionaire Twins
Adelia thought she was just heading upstairs to rest in the hotel suite arranged by her caring stepsister. But her champagne had been heavily drugged. In the pitch-black room, her rational thoughts melted away as she was violently pulled into the darkness by a terrifying stranger. The next morning, the heavy suite door was kicked open, and blinding camera flashes shattered her world. Her fiancé stormed in, hurling their prenuptial agreement directly at her bleeding cheek. "You make me sick! Violating our agreement like this. You are a disgusting, unfaithful whore!" Her stepsister squeezed to the front of the crowd, crying perfectly rehearsed tears of horror for the tabloid reporters, while her eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated triumph. Desperate and trembling, Adelia begged her father for help, explaining she had been framed. But her father, the family CEO, only cared about his plummeting stock prices. He coldly stripped her of her inheritance, froze her trust funds, and had massive security guards physically drag her out of Manhattan. She hadn't just been betrayed; she had been completely slaughtered by the people she loved most. As the elevator plummeted toward the lobby, her tears dried into a bloody, silent vow. Six years later, Adelia stepped out of JFK Airport, flanked by her terrifyingly smart six-year-old twins. She was no longer a disgraced, pathetic victim. She had returned as a legendary, untouchable ghost surgeon, ready to rip her family's empire apart. And her very first move involves saving the life of the ruthless Wall Street predator who ruined her that night./1/106230/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8e8f32d2cc54557c255eafbd361ce4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Medicine: His Silent Obsession
My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon. The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup. I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head. The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage. I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times. Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down./0/18156/coverorgin.jpg?v=a420e2507169778b97b8d8ba1c6b831d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Where We Belong
How does it feel to be accepted by your mate despite being an Omega? Accepted and yet he needs to marry someone else while you are secretly pregnant? Pregnant when you're a boy? Would you tell your mate despite having the consequences of your child being taken away? Or fool another Alpha and let him believe that child was his?/0/97626/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2d3aaba525ccf8269907e11029d8beb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Dominant CEO
Book 1: When a temporary job opened up, Jenna, still inexperienced in the workforce, didn't hesitate—she went straight for it. At first, everything looked like a dream come true. Then, out of nowhere, the rules changed. "Tomorrow, you'll wear lilac underwear!" The instruction was as weird as it sounded, a tiny detail that promised nothing about this stint would be normal. Micheal turned heads wherever he went, but there was more to this CEO than just good looks. He carried a secret that would turn Jenna's world upside down. Book 2: Apollo's life suddenly flipped around after his wife double-crossed him right at his big brother's wedding. Just like that, he found himself a single dad, raising six-year-old Ares. Now, Apollo knew one thing for sure: his son needed a mother. Erin Dixon checked every box—except for her ex-husband, who could give "problematic" a run for its money. Meanwhile, Milo Lancaster—Adonis's close friend—had his own storm brewing. His family kept pushing him to settle down and produce an heir. "Marriage and kids, Milo!" But he wanted none of it! An arranged marriage seemed like the easy way out, at least on paper. Except things got complicated the second he actually started caring about Claudine. Who knew a family tradition could turn into something so unpredictable? Book 3: Gustav never expected those old feelings to rush back when he saw Madilyn again after so many years. The spark was still there—too bad she shut him down right away. "I'm with someone else." But had she truly moved on? Or was there still hope for something to grow between them?/0/60394/coverorgin.jpg?v=3aadb996df74c44e216bd6c5640a02c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escape From Love's Dark Clutches
Heather's ex-boyfriend, Jeremy, who had vanished two years earlier, was surprisingly revealed to be the uncle of her current partner. In public, Jeremy projected a cold and arrogant demeanor, yet he harbored an obsessive and near-maddening fixation on Heather. In her desperation to escape Jeremy's dominating influence, Heather turned to Nathan, whom she perceived as a kind-hearted businessman. However, she was unaware of Nathan's true nature. He, too, had sinister intentions and, like Jeremy, aimed to exploit her. Trapped in a dangerous love triangle, Heather found herself unable to escape./1/118276/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3824f91444343ddbd28905b4499fe4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy
I fought for the NorthCom mercenary team for five years, bleeding for them and treating them like family. But during a brutal blizzard extraction, after I was gutted and exposed to a deadly neurotoxin to protect our flank, my commander, Jeffrey, called for a sudden vote. He calmly asked the team who was in favor of leaving me behind. One by one, the men and women whose lives I had just saved raised their hands. Jeffrey looked down at me, his eyes completely devoid of emotion, and casually kicked my desperate hand away from his boot. "This is for the good of the company, Etta. It's a calculated loss." They stripped me of my weapons, tossed a plastic-wrapped first-aid kit into the snow, and flew away in their warm helicopter, leaving me to freeze to death. As the ice seeped into my bones, the agonizing truth hit me. I was nothing but a disposable tool. A minor, pathetic footnote in Jeffrey's glorious corporate rise. I had sacrificed my life for people who viewed me as garbage the second I became a liability. But the person who stepped out of the howling storm to save me wasn't a friend. It was Kraig Crawford, the ruthless CEO of the rival syndicate and Jeffrey's deadliest enemy. He pumped his own blood into my dying veins, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifying obsession. "You're my war prize now." I didn't know what this monster truly wanted with me, but as my heart started beating again, I made a promise to myself. I was done being a calculated loss./0/91369/coverorgin.jpg?v=8589747b2b97feda4147e8a03dd56ab8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresistible Temptation: From The Meek Wife To The Daring Star
One year into marriage, Yvonne realized she was nothing more than a substitute for someone else's memory. When his true love reappeared, Julian tossed a divorce contract her way. "She's back. We're finished," he said flatly. The secret of her pregnancy stayed hidden. Yvonne fought the urge to cry, signed her freedom, and disappeared. Five years on, cameras flashed as Yvonne, radiant in red, strode across a film festival stage with her bright-eyed son. Julian's hands clenched as he watched. "Sir, the boy's four and a half," whispered his shaken assistant. Then, he rushed to the film set only to witness an A-list actor gently wrapping his arm around Yvonne's waist. "I've booked your favorite restaurant for tonight's celebration." The little boy blinked his innocent eyes at Julian, asking, "Who are you? One of my mom's crazy admirers?" He cornered her in the dressing room, his voice hoarse as he said, "Let's remarry." Her lips curled slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "The curtain's down; it's time to end this scene." But this time, he wasn't letting go./1/117494/coverorgin.jpg?v=06da02d767b39bdf69327081c75abb81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Dangerous Contract With My Ex
After three years of swallowing humiliation to pay off massive debts, Azura finally got her law license reinstated. She thought she could rebuild her life after her family's scandalous downfall. But on her first day back, her trusted mentor betrayed her. He signed an ironclad contract that forced her to work for her ruthless ex-husband, Killian Sinclair—the very man who had orchestrated her father's arrest and coldly discarded her. Killian trapped her with a twenty-million-dollar penalty, forcing her back under his control just to humiliate her. When she started secretly compiling evidence to appeal her father's case, an arsonist set her apartment on fire. Trapped in the inferno, she was carried out by a mysterious stranger. Waking up in a VIP hospital suite, she thought she had narrowly escaped death. But when a false cardiac arrest alarm went off for her room, a man burst through her door in pure terror, his back bleeding from freshly torn burn wounds. It was Killian. Seeing she was unharmed, his panic instantly hardened into a mask of cold cruelty. "Good. You're not dead yet." Azura stared at his bleeding back in shock. Why would the monster who mercilessly destroyed her family risk his own life in the flames to save hers? Realizing there were deeper secrets hidden beneath his hatred, Azura stopped running. She accepted his case, determined to use his money, his name, and his power to uncover the real truth behind her family's ruin./0/98409/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9fdd388cffcaa17116539711ef45fa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Her Ex-Husband's Shadow, Into The Tycoon's Embrace
For three years, Hailey loved Kieran. Yet the wildlife photos she risked everything to take ended up helping another woman win a major competition. Hurt and finished with waiting, Hailey left him, filing for divorce and vowing to prove herself on her own. She never expected her ex-husband's most powerful rival to offer his support. "I admire real talent. Applause belongs to the deserving," he said. Though Hailey tried to keep her distance, he pursued her with unwavering determination "This isn't just a whim. I've had my eye on you for a long time."/0/63680/coverorgin.jpg?v=047391e442253184788da311b5ce9130&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night, Endless Secrets: Forbidden Love With My Aloof Brother
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure./0/49288/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5b35f98cd12289592dfe1fadfbacf67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deceptive Marriage: Who Are You, Hubby?
How would you feel if you were married to a stranger? Xenia was tricked by her future mother-in-law into marrying her fiance's wheelchair-bound and sickly uncle. She thought her life was going to be a living hell after marriage, but she was in for a big surprise. Her husband bought her a house and a land, and even showered her with all the love. Life was good. The only downside was that her husband, Vince always coughed as if he was going to die any minute. One day, Xenia stumbled on the secret of her husband, who turned out to have been keeping an eye on her for ages. She sneered, "Aren't you chronically ill?" "I'm better now. Thanks to your good care," Vince responded. "Weren't you crippled?" At this question, Vince broke out in a cold sweat. "Well, I didn't want our child to be mocked, so I got the best doctor to treat my legs." Xenia was big mad. She shouted, "Who are you? What else have you been hiding from me?" With a thud, Vince went down on his knees and said, "Darling, don't raise your voice. Shouting angrily could harm the baby. Just hit me as many times as you want." Vince's behavior shocked everyone who knew him. The ruthless man, who never apologized to anyone, was kneeling down for a woman! Why?/0/74631/coverorgin.jpg?v=ceab236a5e01f9a4e65d13bafa492367&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!
For three years, Averie pushed herself through a secret marriage, waiting for the day she could finally wear a white dress and be seen as his wife. The night before she could finally walk down the aisle, he confessed without a hint of hesitation that he was marrying the woman who once rescued him instead. The "fake" divorce agreement she signed for him shattered into a real, icy breakup that finally freed her wounded heart. When he returned in remorse, begging for just one more chance, a ruthless business magnate pulled Averie close and muttered coldly, "You're too late. She's my woman now."/1/107483/coverorgin.jpg?v=70eacbab259c2ea839da57c2765289a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Surgeon's Revenge: Rising From Ashes
I was the trophy wife of Wall Street’s golden boy, Spencer Elliott. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, silent spouse, enduring his coldness and his mother’s venom. I did it all because Spencer was the only person paying for the experimental medical care keeping my dying mother alive. But during a high-society gala, the gilded cage finally broke. I overheard Spencer laughing with his mistress about the "custom cocktail" he was feeding my mother. He wasn't paying for her cure; he was paying a doctor to systematically poison her with sedatives to keep me dependent and compliant until his forty-million-dollar inheritance vested. When I tried to confront him, the mask of the perfect husband shattered. He dragged me by my hair into our bedroom and slammed me against the wall, his eyes cold and murderous. "If you ever try to leave, your mother gets an overdose. Accidentally, of course." He told me I was nothing more than a pawn for his payout. I realized then that my entire marriage was a calculated swindle, and the man I thought was my savior was actually my mother's executioner. The betrayal was so deep it turned my blood to ice. Every sacrifice I had made and every humiliation I had swallowed was built on a monstrous lie. I felt a cold, sharp rage replacing my despair, a surgeon’s focus shifting from healing to a much more dangerous kind of excision. That’s when Julian Sterling, the most feared man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to burn my world down. He rescued me from Spencer’s violence and promised me a life of freedom, but as I finally exhaled in his arms, my secret burner phone buzzed with an encrypted message. The man who originally ruined my family was back, and the last time he was seen, he was standing right next to Julian. Is my new protector my greatest ally, or the target I've been hunting all along?/0/91370/coverorgin.jpg?v=d87ed4719f6d2018011f127bb9d9e974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Life, Second Love: Married To My Savior
Once, Sabrina trusted the wrong man and paid for it with her life, dragging down the only person who ever tried to help her. Fate offered her a rare reset, and this time, she pledged herself to Theo-the savior she had overlooked before. A partnership for convenience blossomed into something fierce, with Theo showing her tenderness she never expected. Revenge became her mission while he quietly shielded her. When their pact neared its end, Theo blocked her exit, whispering, "You're leaving me?" She faltered. "Maybe one more year." Yet soon, a baby was on the way. What the hell? That wasn't the deal!/0/63681/coverorgin.jpg?v=0aa171772555702763c6c4706e35c548&imageMogr2/format/webp)
