Modern Books for Women
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Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife
I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf. Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I’d sold his company secrets six years ago. Kingsley didn’t save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father’s illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife. "I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life." The marriage was a cold, calculated war. He forced me into his glass fortress, banned me from contacting my friends, and treated me with a distilled hatred that felt like a physical weight. When I accidentally broke his grandfather’s vintage watch during a nightmare, he didn't see an accident—he saw a crime, threatening to destroy my father if I didn't "charm" his board of directors into submission. I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company’s server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it. I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he’d secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he’d go to keep me from leaving./1/107486/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ab7b6b1c2729678d48b7920eade5037&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Billionaire's Scandalous Fake Wife
I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a throat like sandpaper and eyelids that felt sewn shut. I expected to see the water-stained ceiling of my tiny Queens apartment, but instead, I found myself tethered to expensive machines in a room smelling of funeral lilies. The nurse didn't call me Ainsley Bentley; she called me Mrs. Eaton, and she told me the year was 2024. Before I could process the four-year gap in my memory, the Eaton matriarch stormed in, calling me a "little actress" and throwing a newspaper at my legs. The headline screamed that I was a scandalous commoner wife who had just caused a DUI crash. Within hours, a ruthless lawyer named Preston was at my bedside, demanding I sign a separation agreement that stripped me of everything. He showed me grainy photos of me with another man, accusing me of infidelity and "endangering the family reputation." My so-called best friend, Kirstie, even tried to bribe me with fifty thousand dollars to flee to Paris, whispering that my husband was an unstable monster who would destroy me. When I finally confronted my husband Carson, the billionaire "Blind Prophet of Wall Street," he looked at me with chilling indifference through his dark glasses. He was convinced I had sold his location to the paparazzi for a tabloid payout, betraying him at his most vulnerable moment. I didn't understand any of it. I didn't remember the marriage, the scandals, or the luxury. But when I looked in the mirror, I found a jagged, violent scar running down my back—a "war wound" that didn't belong to a yoga instructor. I realized I knew how to cite matrimonial law by heart and how to neutralize a physical threat with a single move. "I'm staying," I told the family of sharks as I stood my ground in their massive estate. I refused to sign the papers. Instead, I found a micro SD card hidden in a hollowed-out lipstick and realized I wasn't just a victim of a crash. I was a variable they hadn't accounted for, and I was going to find out exactly who I was before they could finish what they started./1/117342/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f5565ff4c96e1e3557048660cb4f2b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge
I survived three years in a hellish military facility, enduring shrapnel wounds and nerve damage just to finally return home to my wealthy family. But the moment I stepped out into the sun, my ex-fiancé looked at my scarred body with pure disgust, coldly asking if I had "learned my lesson" for stressing out my fragile sister, Cassie. At the family estate, my mother had already given my bedroom to Cassie. My brother shielded her from me like I was a wild animal, and my father publicly called me an ungrateful wretch just because Cassie accidentally splashed a drop of coffee on her own hand. They ignored my life-threatening, jagged scars, casually offering me Cassie's leftover burn cream for my "old marks." I couldn't understand how three years of my blood and agony meant absolutely nothing to the people who were supposed to love me. They had willingly sent me to hell just to keep their precious, manipulative darling happy, systematically erasing my existence from their lives. When they shamelessly handed me the annulment papers and demanded I graciously bless Conrad and Cassie's new engagement to protect the Beaumont family brand, the last flicker of my affection turned to ash. I calmly agreed to step aside, but as my mother smiled in triumph, I looked at them with ice in my eyes. "You want me to be the sacrificial lamb for your perfect little family? Fine. But it will cost you."/0/99978/coverorgin.jpg?v=03eaefa37e70c3dc02b16c4673ad3203&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Angel Turns Out To Be A Sweet Demoness
Three years ago, a fire gutted Gordon family, killing Lindsay's parents and leaving her blind. As the anniversary neared, she learned Kyra—the killer—had been spared, and that her supposedly loving husband Matthew had hidden her overseas, then slipped her back to live in their house as his "cousin." Grief hardened into rage. She went in secret to Anthony, Matthew's rival and an eye surgeon, who restored her sight and joined revenge. Matthew assumed a blind wife was harmless. Until Lindsay seized the CEO seat, exposed the past, and sent Kyra to justice. Afterward, however, Anthony wouldn't let go. "Don't use me and leave. I want your love."/0/21916/coverorgin.jpg?v=f31fba3a95e9d93a499f298d57e2bfe5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Love Towards You
'Are you Bipolar?' A story of a girl whose infinite love for a person who is not part of the human world. Her love is boundless. She has no boundaries when it comes to her love. 'You’re still the one I run to, the one that I belong to, you’re still the one I want for life!!' An unknown creature approaches her because of the past reprisals, but unfortunately she falls in love with him. 'I want to dig your grave next to mine.' His love is an enormous danger for her, but she doesn't have a clue about it. The girl is blind to her love. He saves her from other enemies, but he is her biggest enemy. 'Die for me!' Jung-Kim-Hea is the apple of the eye for her three handsome brothers. She's a weakness to her brothers. She believes her brothers lead a normal life, but she has no knowledge of their mafia world. Her third brother is a foster brother who eventually falls in love with her at a young age, but she is not capable of seeing his love for her. 'You are a danger to my heart.' . . Where does the roller coaster of her destiny get her? A/N: Kindly check the trailer of the book on Instagram I'd: Merry Author./1/113901/coverorgin.jpg?v=20da0ef8b7b2485e9dcf54ed7966684d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Midnight Obsession
I was a broke freelance copywriter, tortured for three sleepless nights by an impossible corporate client. Needing to vent, I typed out a wild, highly inappropriate rant mocking the brand's stiff heritage. But in my exhausted, sleep-deprived blur, I accidentally sent the massive block of text to the wrong chat. The recipient wasn't my friend. It was Emerson Beard, the elite, ruthless brand consultant I was supposed to desperately network with. I waited for the professional execution, terrified of the massive five-figure penalty fee hanging over my head. Instead, he didn't block me. He critiqued my unhinged draft. He saved my career through late-night, encrypted phone calls, his deep, commanding voice becoming my only lifeline. But when I heard a woman with a sultry French accent knocking on his hotel door during our call, my ugly jealousy flared. I yelled at him and hung up, completely humiliating myself. I thought I was just a pathetic, annoying workaholic interrupting his romantic getaway. But he texted back to clarify he was entirely single, and in the process, realized I was actually twenty-five, not a fresh-out-of-school teenager like he had assumed. The cold, distant mentor instantly vanished. In his place was a man radiating a raw, aggressive, and predatory energy that bled right through the screen. "Texting is too inefficient. The full integration requires face-to-face communication." He dropped a location pin for an ultra-exclusive Manhattan club, demanding I meet him to save my contract. Wearing a desperately bought emerald silk dress, I pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping right into the trap of a man who had just taken off his leash./0/78077/coverorgin.jpg?v=d01e45e947c02b26fb0aa93ba26228e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Refuse to Be a Slave to my Ex and Husband
Aria, the ambitious heir to a prestigious family empire, has always dreamt of breaking free from her family's oppressive expectations and forging her own identity. But when she uncovers a chilling conspiracy that sees her framed for financial misconduct, her world spirals into chaos. The betrayal runs deep- her charming ex-fiancé, Julian, is not just a casualty but a mastermind behind the plot orchestrating her downfall, alongside her own family members whc prioritize legacy over loyalty Determined to reclaim her freedom and rightful place in the business, Aria embarks on a treacherous journey filled with emotional turmoil and shocking revelations. As she navigates a treacherous landscape of deception, she must build alliances with unexpected allies, face painful truths about ner family's dark past, and confront her unresolvec feelings for Julian, who struggles with his own demons. With each step, Aria transforms from a woman burdened by her lineage into a force of nature, ready to defy the constraints imposed upon her. Yet, as the battle for her identity intensifies, she must grapple with the fine line between revenge and justice. Will Aria rise to claim her power, or will the very bonds that tie her to her family keep her shackled in a life she refuses to accept?/1/101074/coverorgin.jpg?v=52a77558f0c5d2cc3a3fa45a8ec0a7db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once The Bride He Discarded, Now The Love He Can't Forget
Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"/0/70569/coverorgin.jpg?v=d624c8b278b18725e5cf03027d4a4d1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HOUSEMAID
Memories haunted Andrea's dreams, echoes of a past she couldn't escape. Her father's laughter, her mother's tears, and the cold, calculating smile of Julian Richardson. The night her father's business was ruined, the night he died, was etched in her memory like a scar. Andrea's eyes burned with a fire that had fueled her every move since then. Revenge. She had spent years gathering strength, planning, and waiting. Now, she was ready. Andrea slipped on her mask, a perfect facade of innocence and vulnerability. She would infiltrate the Richardson family, gather evidence of their wrongdoing, and bring them down. But nothing could have prepared her for Nathaniel Richardson, Julian's son. Charming, handsome, and kind, he was the last person she expected to fall for. As Andrea navigated the treacherous landscape of the Richardson family's secrets and lies, she found herself torn between her desire for revenge and her growing feelings for Nathaniel. Would she choose to destroy the family that had destroyed hers, or would love redeem them all? This prologue sets the stage for a dramatic and emotional story, introducing the themes of revenge, love, and redemption./1/117344/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a7a5d82d740025bc0679a53a30a1d12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spectacular Comeback Of The Unwanted Wife
For eight years, Athena loved Caswell Maldonado in secret, enduring a hollow marriage while wearing a black lace veil to hide the horrific facial scars he assumed she still had. But just as her face was flawlessly healed through secret treatments, he handed her a cold divorce agreement, publicly announcing that his mistress, Hayden, was pregnant with his child. When his grandfather's sudden illness triggered a legal clause that froze the divorce, Athena was forced back into the family estate, trapped with a man who treated her like a fired employee. Hayden seized the chance to humiliate her. She called Athena to a VIP cafe, flaunting her designer maternity dress and viciously mocking her hidden face. "Caswell said you were like a dead piece of wood. He is disgusted every time he has to look at your ruined face!" Hayden even tried to steal the memory of the one night Caswell and Athena had accidentally slept together in a dark hotel room, proudly claiming she was the woman crying underneath him. Athena realized she had wasted her youth on a blind, unfaithful bastard who despised a monster of his own imagination. The sheer audacity of this hypocritical snake trying to claim her husband and her only memories made her blood boil. She wasn't going to cower in a guest room and play the pathetic, trapped victim anymore. Athena put on her sharpest power suit, walked into that cafe, and prepared to rip Hayden's perfect little lie to shreds./1/107958/coverorgin.jpg?v=899da08c385e3e6d457941b8e53993b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruby Shackle: Bound To The Billionaire
I’m a CIA operative known as "The Auditor," and for months, I’ve played the role of a pathetic, abused ward in Basil Dean’s mansion. My mission was simple: gather intel on a paranoid billionaire while pretending to be a girl who flinches at her own shadow and knows nothing of the world. The balance shattered when Basil found a photo of me smiling at a local mechanic. He didn't just get angry; he dragged me into his soundproof vault, his leather-gloved thumb pressing into my carotid artery to feel the frantic, terrified thrum of my heart. He tagged me with a ruby bracelet—a high-tech tracking device that reported my GPS and biometrics to his phone every second. His stepsister, Corine, smelled blood in the water, accusing me of theft while Basil watched my heart rate spike on his screen like a lab rat in a cage. I was trapped in a gilded nightmare, forced to scrub floors and endure his predatory stares while a fifty-thousand-dollar shackle recorded my every breath. I couldn't tell if he was a grieving recluse or a shark playing with his food, but every time my signal dropped, he was there, looming in the shadows, waiting for me to slip up. I was drowning in a game where the rules changed every time I tried to fight back, and the agency was starting to think I’d turned. To end the charade, I handed the bracelet back to him in front of the entire kitchen staff, a public rejection of his twisted ownership. Basil didn't blink; he took a heavy meat mallet and smashed the ruby to dust right in front of me before making a phone call that turned my mission into a death trap. "Get the prenup ready," he hissed, his eyes burning with a terrifying, sane obsession. "I'm marrying her."/1/116875/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b3c73a2f63384055ef42327a9ee94d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Idiot Bride And Her Crippled Tyrant
For ten years, Areli was left to rot on a rural pig farm, known to everyone as the Battle family's brain-damaged, illegitimate daughter. When the family faced bankruptcy, they desperately needed a daughter to marry Finn Branch—a violent, paralyzed billionaire—to save their cash flow. "I am not spending the rest of my life pushing a wheelchair!" her legitimate half-sister screamed. So, her father dragged Areli back to New York. They locked her in a damp basement, threw cheap candy at her like a stray dog, and forced her into a cheap, ill-fitting gown. At the wedding, Finn didn't even show up. Instead, his best man walked down the aisle holding a fat white rabbit to exchange vows with her. The cameras flashed as the crowd mocked her slack-jawed, drooling face, making her the ultimate laughingstock of Manhattan's elite. Her family sneered from the front row, celebrating that they had successfully fed a useless idiot to a monster just to save their wealth. They truly believed she was a pathetic puppet who couldn't even string a sentence together. But they didn't know the car crash hadn't scrambled her brain at all. Beneath the dirty dresses and vacant smiles, Areli was "Spectre"—the Dark Web's most lethal hacker and assassin. She hugged the rabbit, flashing a bright, foolish smile at the cameras. It was time to use her terrifying new husband as a shield, and tear the Battle family down to the studs./1/119378/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bad6016b528e3abe903d9d3ae97978e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape
Amelia sat on the sofa with her pregnancy report, waiting to share the miraculous news with her husband. But Hunter returned smelling of floral perfume and crimson lipstick, coldly demanding an early end to their marriage contract. "Audra's back in New York," he stated flatly. When Amelia desperately held up the hospital document, Hunter laughed, violently tearing it to pieces and throwing the crumpled ball at her face. He accused her of forging the papers for a bigger payout, warning her that even if the child were his, he would force her to abort it. Minutes later, his phone rang. Audra was on the line, crying that she was pregnant. Hunter's merciless face instantly melted into overwhelming joy, and he softly promised his ex the perfect family she deserved. Watching him cherish another woman's pregnancy while threatening the life of their own child, the twelve years Amelia had loved him turned into a sickening joke. The man standing before her wasn't her husband; he was a monster. Her heart completely dead, Amelia calmly interrupted his tender phone call. "I agree to the divorce, and I'll leave with nothing." The next morning, she signed the papers without hesitation, rejected his fifty-million-dollar severance check, and walked out of his penthouse. While Hunter waged war against his own family to protect a mistress's lies, Amelia touched her flat stomach and prepared to disappear from his life forever./1/107489/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d2e6fb2aefa1c31709de940d378fe18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant Oracle: The CEO's Most Dangerous Mistake
I stared at the ceiling tiles of the sterile clinic, counting water stains to keep from screaming. The IVF transfer was complete, but the nurse didn’t call me a mother—she called the life inside me an "asset" for Caldwell Holdings. When I walked into my husband Alexander’s office to demand a divorce, he didn't even look up from his desk. He just laughed, shredded my legal papers, and told me I was nothing more than a high-end broodmare for his inheritance. The nightmare only deepened from there. To keep me in line, Alexander fabricated evidence of an affair to destroy my reputation. When I tried to run, he revealed he controlled the facility where my sister was on life support, threatening to pull the plug if I didn't submit. "One phone call, and her ventilator stops," he whispered. Even my own parents turned against me, demanding I apologize to Alexander’s mistress just to secure their next business merger. I was a prisoner in my own life, trapped between a husband who wanted to own me and a family that had already sold me. I couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with this pregnancy until I saw the fear in Alexander's eyes when his uncle, the powerful Harrison Sterling, started showing up at my door. I finally hacked into the clinic’s high-security database and found the truth. There had been a catastrophic lab breach the day of my procedure. The donor wasn't some anonymous third party. I wasn't carrying my husband's child. I was carrying his uncle's heir. As Alexander sent a hitman to stage a fatal "accident" on the Manhattan Bridge, I realized the war had just begun. This time, I wasn't just fighting for my life—I was holding the nuclear leverage that would burn the Caldwell empire to the ground./0/25047/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef8791c0837da18089d84ee7836594db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Odette: The mysterious woman
People believe that darkness only comes with night but to Odette. It's always coming. Her identity is hidden from everyone including her name. She rarely speaks unless it's important. Not like she hates it but she's not allowed because of fears that grips her heart. Her name,her face,her power, even her world is hidden from everyone. The only people that know little about her are Sharon and Kendra. Odette keeps running away from her shadow. She believes that if her secrets are revealed it may cause a lot of problems in the future. She's got a killer voice. A word from her can make a thousand men fall in love with her. Her hair,so long like Rapunzel's. And her flawless body as white as snow white. She's indeed a goddess. She can sing, she has a beautiful voice that can melt one's soul and most importantly there is a secret behind her long golden hair and voice. Who knows? “I will never let you slip away from me again.” He whispers into her ear. Why would a famous musician from the king's band want her. She knows what he wants and what he's after. Will she become one of them?/0/26768/coverorgin.jpg?v=68db414aff35049a7d39e697164e5d3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protecting Aces
The Rose Sister is in a new mission handed by the Emerald Empress of Rogue Society, a society composed of groups of people who acts out of government knowing. Most are a herd of thieves. Venice, the new leader of the Rose Sister, after their previous leader died, was threatened along with her two-member when the secret of the request emerges, and the reason why they need to protect Aces, A.K.A, Ivan Dutch Demonie, a billionaire, who happened to be the top one hacker of Underworld society. A secret that will reveal the past and the future of the truth of the previous leader of Rose Sister about who they are and the underlying secret each of them had./1/107490/coverorgin.jpg?v=d76fa07917cbfb7ff7cd6808abd4e821&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Oracle's Revenge: My Purchased Marriage
I’m the girl from the trailer park who married the coldest billionaire on Wall Street. To the world, I’m a lucky gold-digger. To Gustavus English, I’m just a $2 million "service fee" and a human shield to keep his board of directors from tearing him apart. The morning after he treated our intimacy like a cold business transaction, he threw a check at my face and called me a mistake. He didn't know that behind my "frightened doe" act, I was a finance genius at Columbia secretly shorting his company’s stock to destroy him from the inside. The humiliation was relentless. He forced me into expensive suits that made me look like a pathetic doll and paraded me in front of paparazzi to boost his stock price. Then his brother, Caspian, arrived—the man who laughed while bulldozing the orphanage of my childhood. Caspian recognized me, whispering threats of exposure while his eyes stripped me bare. "Don't method act with me, hillbilly. You aren't my wife," Gustavus hissed, pinning me against a marble wall. I felt the burning injustice of being a bought asset, trapped between a husband who despised me and a brother-in-law who wanted to break me. I was a victim playing a dangerous game, waiting for the right moment to strike. But at a high-stakes family dinner, the power struggle turned lethal. To stop his family from seizing his billions, Gustavus dropped a bomb that shattered my plans. "We are already working on an heir," he announced, activating a legal clause that froze the entire family trust. He dragged me into the shadows, his voice a dark command. "Now you have no choice. You get pregnant, or we lose everything. Don't make me regret this." He wanted a legacy to save his empire, but I was about to give him the most expensive mistake of his life./1/113904/coverorgin.jpg?v=b636d23b2f685e4f8a7cf246a2fbf3f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped For Pennies, Returning With Billions
Cari Butler woke up in a damp, smelly dorm room, realizing she had transmigrated into the body of a disgraced fake daughter who had just been kicked out of a wealthy family. Before she could even process her reality, the real daughter's friends kicked her door open to mock her, flaunting a custom Tiffany necklace that supposedly cost a mere eighty cents. Cari thought they were crazy, until she saw the news: a top Manhattan mansion had just sold for a record-breaking $3,500. The entire world's currency value had shrunk by ten thousand times! This meant the original owner's bank balance of $854,000 gave Cari the purchasing power of eight and a half billion dollars. But a mysterious system froze her funds, forcing her to work demeaning gig jobs to unlock the money bit by bit. While working as a hotel server for twenty cents a day, she caught her ex-boyfriend kissing up to the real daughter, mocking Cari for being a desperate beggar. Even her snobby roommates laughed at her, claiming she couldn't afford a ten-cent iPhone. What truly angered Cari wasn't the humiliation, but receiving a five-cent transfer from her poor biological brother, who was starving himself just to keep her fed. Yet, the system strictly forbade her from giving her unlocked billions directly to her family. Looking at the restrictive system and the arrogant elites who thought they owned the city, Cari's eyes turned icy cold. "If I can't just hand them the cash," Cari sneered, pulling out her phone to outright buy the luxury hotel and fire everyone who wronged her. "Then I will just buy the entire world and place it at their feet."/1/117346/coverorgin.jpg?v=2990e3ef9ca62090166c0f3b55c2fce4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left For Dead: The Vengeful Ex-Wife
I was bleeding out in the delivery room, begging my husband to save me. Instead, Preston coldly refused the emergency procedure, watching my heart monitor like a stock ticker. My half-sister Sienna strolled in, wearing Chanel and a triumphant smirk, wrapping her arm around him. They had planned this all along to steal my family's company. "Did you really think he loved you?" Sienna whispered, leaning over my dying body to deliver the final blow. "The baby isn't even his. You've been raising another man's child." The betrayal crushed the last breath out of me, and the monitor flatlined into a piercing tone. I died right there, a stepping stone for the monsters I called family. But a mysterious, powerful man named Nox ordered the doctors to revive me with an experimental drug. Three years later, I returned to New York, completely transformed. Preston and Sienna, now facing corporate ruin, were desperately begging for an audience with the elusive Dr. Jocelyn to save their business. They had no idea that I was the doctor's gatekeeper. When they heard my voice denying their request, their faces drained of color. But ruining them was just the beginning. When the ruthless billionaire Damien Sinclair tried to kidnap me, I escaped and accidentally took his son, mistaking the boy for my own missing child. I swore I would take everything from the people who wronged me, and now, the real game had just begun./0/71667/coverorgin.jpg?v=e65993d15d413f310ea58f6d28c153c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
