Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge
I was the "crazy girl" my family sent to a survivalist commune in Utah to rot. Four years later, I returned to Manhattan with a titanium USB drive and a heart full of ice, ready to blackmail the one man who could burn my family to the ground. But I underestimated how much they hated me. My fiancé, Preston, was already laundering money through my inheritance and sleeping with my replacement. He didn't even flinch when I showed him the evidence of his crimes. Instead, he grabbed me by the shoulders, smashed my phone, and shoved me out of his moving Lincoln into a midnight storm. I hit the wet pavement hard, my knees scraping against the asphalt as I watched him drive away, laughing about how I was a "dirt-poor exile" that nobody wanted. Within minutes, my credit cards were flagged as stolen and my father’s lawyers were drafting a statement calling me mentally unstable. I was left shivering in a puddle of oily sludge, wearing a ruined Chanel suit, with no money, no home, and no one to hear me scream. I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel. I was their flesh and blood, yet they treated me like a broken toy to be discarded in the trash. I was a "distressed asset" in a city that only valued gold. That’s when a black armored SUV pulled to the curb. King Wagner—the ruthless shark of Wall Street and Preston’s own uncle—looked at my muddy face with cold, calculating eyes. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a leash. "You belong to me now," he whispered, pulling me into the dry warmth of his car. By the next morning, he had announced our engagement to the world, turning me into the very weapon that would slit my family's throat./1/107768/coverorgin.jpg?v=d52f1e2b15363546205057814ef87af5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune
I spent three years playing the "low-maintenance" fiancée to Eliseo Fitzpatrick, a billionaire who believed he’d rescued me from a life of discount clothes and rural poverty. I kept his secrets and balanced his books, treating our engagement like a cold, professional audit. But on my twenty-sixth birthday, the balance sheet finally broke. My best friend dragged me to a surprise party that turned out to be an ambush. I walked into a VIP suite to find Eliseo dazed and disheveled, with models draped over his lap and his shirt stained with wine that looked like a fresh wound. When I tried to leave, Eliseo’s guilt turned into a weapon. He pinned me against the door and hissed that without him, I’d be nothing but a country girl in Walmart rags. The next day, his "close friend" Sloane was in our apartment wearing his shirt, laughing that it was only a matter of time before she took my place in his bed. At his grandfather’s funeral, his family didn't even hide their contempt. His mother called me a gold-digging nobody, and his brother mocked me in front of the grieving crowd. "So, you're the village girl who tricked my brother?" They thought I was a penniless pawn, a girl they could discard now that the patriarch was dead and the Fitzpatrick fortune was up for grabs. I stood in their library, listening to them argue over the spoils of a man they never loved. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. I just waited for the lawyer to open the final folder. "Arthur Fitzpatrick appointed a new executor," the lawyer announced, and the room went silent. "It’s Flavia Lancaster." I looked at my stunned fiancé and his greedy family, then pulled out my phone to freeze every single one of their bank accounts. "The audit begins now."/1/120746/coverorgin.jpg?v=3684e7900eaa5d801d2c889dddb5e221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Heiress They Tried To Erase
Taken in by the wealthy Haynes family, Elara was paraded at their gala as the grateful, clueless charity case from the countryside. But the "welcoming" party was a trap. Her new cousin violently shoved her toward a priceless antique vase, and the entire family immediately scapegoated Elara to save face. The patriarch ordered her to swallow the insult and apologize to her abuser. Her "perfect" sister cried fake tears, masterfully painting Elara as a jealous, clumsy savage to the elite guests. Behind closed doors, the sickening truth was finally revealed. The Haynes family knew Elara was the missing Sinclair heiress all along. They deliberately hid her identity, dressing her in cheap, ill-fitting clothes to keep her ignorant. Their grand plan was to use her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a partnership with the untouchable Sterling family. They expected her to be a docile puppet, completely at their mercy in this snake pit of a mansion, trading her future for their greed. What they didn't know was that Damien Sterling himself had already stepped out of the shadows to shield her tonight. And as Elara quietly locked her phone, confirming her secret full-ride scholarship to Yale, her eyes grew cold. She wasn't going to be anyone's pawn./1/124964/coverorgin.jpg?v=089fd6fce7cf32c8b893bec177806fb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return
After three years of a contract marriage, I thought I was just waiting for my supposedly terminally ill husband to pass away so I could finally get my freedom back. But an anonymous video shattered that peace. He wasn't dying at all; he was perfectly healthy and secretly raising a toddler with his glamorous mistress. On the exact anniversary of my mother's funeral, he lit up the city sky with a thousand drones to celebrate his mistress's birthday. When I packed my bags and handed him the DNA report to demand a divorce, he coldly refused. He violently dragged me into his car, only to kick me out on a desolate highway in the freezing night. "You married me for money. You should have the self-awareness of a commodity." I had sacrificed my youth and dignity to play his invisible caretaker, only to be treated like a pathetic joke. The shallow ties of our transaction were completely gone, leaving nothing but pure, physical disgust. I didn't shed a single tear in the cold wind. Instead, I blocked his entire family, dusted off my MIT degree, and accepted a Technical Director position at a rising tech firm. The next time we met, he was the arrogant lead investor trying to use his power to humiliate me in front of his mistress. I calmly pulled up my groundbreaking architectural proposal, securing the entire board's absolute loyalty, and looked right through him. "Mr. Carlisle, if you don't understand the technology, you can take your money and leave."/1/107444/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ab78443987437729b86e91a7bedc0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Am Not Your Pawn Anymore
Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed. "Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out." I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction. "Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you." He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him. I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long? GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago. My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now." A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare. "I quit."/1/108093/coverorgin.jpg?v=55de8fc428dcd7eea80cabd262bb4e06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught Between Two Brothers ( love triangle)
She thought patience would earn her love. She was wrong. After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked. Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins. Because the brother who looks at her like that? He doesn't believe in halfway love./1/128209/coverorgin.jpg?v=636553d0bd3a7a1fcbf7947c28a21085&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Wife, Real Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle
For seven years, I loved Aiden Mcmahon. For two years, I believed I was his wife. Then a county clerk told me the truth. "Your marriage certificate is a forgery, Miss Buchanan." My blood ran cold. "Then who is Aiden legally married to?" "Ember Rowland." His widowed aunt. While I hid behind a computer building Aura Tech from nothing, Aiden took the credit, spent my inheritance, and played the brilliant billionaire CEO. The Napa Valley wedding, his vows, and every tender kiss had been part of a trap. He never wanted a wife. He wanted my genius, my money, and my company. Then I heard him promise Ember everything I owned. "Her money stays. She goes." "I'll tell her we fucked in every house she's about to lose." I didn't cry. I recorded every filthy word. Then I locked down Aura Tech's core system, gathered the evidence of his fraud, and walked into his fifty-million-dollar funding gala ready to destroy him. That was where Adelard Knowles found me. He was the untouchable heir to the mysterious Knowles dynasty, a titan who could shake Wall Street with a single decision—and my fake husband's most powerful uncle and bitterest family rival. "I can help you take back everything," Adelard said. "What do you want in return?" His deep blue eyes settled on me. "You. Marry me." Aiden secretly married his widowed aunt. So I married his billionaire uncle. Our marriage was supposed to be a cold, mutually beneficial contract. But every time Adelard protects me, touches me, and calls me his wife, the ruthless billionaire looks less like an ally—and more like a man who never intends to let me go./1/118800/coverorgin.jpg?v=27bb6f15e08c491618f134c7e45f1941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced But All-Powerful
Clara Turner hid her true identity and entered a contract marriage with Marcus Sullivan because circumstances left her no other choice. Bound by a three-year agreement, she poured her heart into the relationship, hoping her devotion and sincerity would one day win him over. Instead, when the contract finally came to an end, Marcus handed her divorce papers without hesitation and walked away without a second glance. With a shattered heart, Clara signed the documents and vanished from his world. When she returned, she was no longer the woman everyone once knew. She reclaimed her status as the dazzling heiress of the Turner family and revealed the extraordinary talents she had kept hidden for years. She was a billionaire with immense influence, a gifted medical genius, a mysterious cyber expert, and a formidable fencing master feared by many. Having learned her lesson, Clara vowed never to let anyone trample on her again. Unable to ignore her any longer, Marcus finally stood before her. "Clara! Do you really have to be this ruthless?" he demanded. A cold smile touched her lips as she let out a quiet laugh. "What you're suffering now doesn't even come close to what you put me through."/1/106471/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c036505d498e02449e73c06276225ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
My husband Kamden and I were the most powerful couple in New York, an unbreakable alliance of wealth and influence. To the world, we were perfect, especially with our new baby daughter, Penny, waiting for us at home. But the illusion shattered at the Jasper Stone gala when Cason Vincent walked in. He wasn't just a rival; he was a dead ringer for Kamden—a cruel, predatory mirror image who seemed to know the secrets of the year I spent in London. In front of the city’s elite, a socialite screamed that I was a fraud, accusing me of using Kamden as a "substitute" for the man I truly loved. The music stopped, and the room turned into a sea of judgmental whispers. I expected my husband to shield me, but the paranoia in his eyes was sharper than any rumor. He grabbed my scarred left hand—the one I had ruined to save his life years ago—and squeezed it until I winced in pain. "Am I just a replacement?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a terrifying insecurity. He didn't see the wife who had sacrificed her world-class piano career for him; he saw a woman who had settled for a copy. The injustice of it felt like a physical blow. I had destroyed my body and my future to keep him safe, yet he was ready to believe a stranger’s lies over three years of marriage. He didn't want the truth; he wanted me to beg for his forgiveness for a sin I never committed. I realized then that my silence wasn't an admission of guilt, but my last shred of dignity. I pulled my hand away and walked out of the gala alone, leaving Kamden standing face-to-face with the man who had come to dismantle our lives./0/58777/coverorgin.jpg?v=2441169672279a7f9bfa90e3eb197e31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unveiling Hearts: My Wife Is A Billionaire Tycoon?!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along./1/120748/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3799bb71bfa9fc9383fc979cc8d419e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Cold Disabled Billionaire
I finally returned to my biological family, the wealthy Townsends, carrying a DNA report after twenty-four years. But my parents and brother didn't love me; they only fiercely protected the fake daughter, Juliet. At her lavish birthday party, Juliet publicly humiliated me, treating me like a servant. When a scandal broke out and Juliet refused to fulfill the family's multi-billion-dollar marriage contract, my biological parents didn't hesitate. They happily let me take her place to marry Julian Sinclair—a paralyzed, notoriously cold billionaire. They thought they were sacrificing a worthless country girl to save their precious fake daughter. On my wedding night, my new husband looked at me with absolute disgust and told me to stay away. Even worse, his jealous personal therapist deliberately slipped a deadly nerve toxin into my dinner, expecting me to die quietly. Everyone in this world of extreme privilege looked down on me, thinking I was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. But nobody knew that I was actually a master medical expert backed by the world's most powerful underground syndicate. Looking at the poisoned sauce on my plate, I calmly put down my fork and smiled. "It seems I've lost my appetite." It was time to show these vipers who they had actually invited into their home./0/24387/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6159210305ede6e79f63b98e441077c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Adoring Husband, Mr Devonte
"You have to marry him and in exchange Mr. Devonte will help you to get rid of the criminal charge from your uncle.." Assistant Sheng said with his firm tone.. Genevieve watched the lavish wearing tenacious man in front of her.. She fell in confusion.. "Marry?" He nodded his head.. "Yes, You have to marry Younger Devonte if you want to get out your uncle from prison with the proof of his innocence.." ******************************************* Genevieve Brancacio, a twenty one year old, kind hearted average orphan girl.. Who has lots of hardships in life.. And the biggest one is her foster uncle's going in jail getting schemed by his enemy.. They tried their best to get him out of jail, taking her out almost on the street.. When both of them lost their hopes, suddenly some Mr. Devonte appeared in their life.. He would safe them but on a condition.. Genevieve has to marry his Grandson.. No other wants, just to marry.. Genevieve never wanted to get married like this.. Yet, she did not have any other choice and for the sake of her uncle and her ownself she agreed to marry the man whom she never have seen ever.. When she finally met him at the wedding night, she got a thousand volt shock! The man is none other than the director of Reywalt Corporation Ltd.!! America's most eligible and wanted bachelor!! Rumor says that he is the epitome of Ruthlessness who loathes woman.. And lost his manly ability throughout a deadly accident!!!/1/120424/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2356e3af8ddb5352f1f8e569603be4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: The Unwanted Girl's Spectacular Comeback
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Sterling family, but my five brothers treated the manipulative fake sister, Isabelle, like their true princess. In my past life, Isabelle framed me for pushing her down the stairs. My brothers ignored my desperate pleas and locked me in a brutal youth disciplinary center. But the true nightmare came later. When Isabelle was diagnosed with a rare kidney disease, they forced me to be her donor. My brother Adrian, a brilliant surgeon, held my hand and smiled gently as he wheeled me into the operating room. Yet, as I lay slowly dying from surgical complications, I heard his warm voice outside my door. "Don't worry, Izzy. She won't last much longer. Soon, there will be no one left to compete with you." I died alone in that cold room, finally realizing I was never family. I was just a blood bag, a spare part kept alive only to secure her future. Opening my eyes, a searing pain shot up from my ankle. The cold marble floor was terrifyingly familiar. I was back. Back to the exact moment I was framed for pushing her. My oldest brother stood over me, demanding I apologize to the crying girl on the rug. This time, I didn't scream my innocence or beg for their love. I lowered my head, surrendered my academic spot just as they wanted, and quietly packed a single bag. I walked out of the Sterling manor without looking back, ready to build my own life and watch their perfect family tear itself apart./1/117504/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f97a07c06b09d933ab6eca0d7e3ad15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To My Fiancé's Billionaire Uncle
I returned to Veridia City to avenge my mother, a brilliant scientist framed for medical fraud and driven to her grave. But my biological father, who had abandoned us years ago, suddenly brought me back to his luxurious mansion. I thought he finally felt a shred of guilt. Instead, he just needed a disposable pawn to sell off in an arranged marriage to the wealthy Duncan family to save his failing business. His new wife and son looked at me like I was trash from the slums. When I went to enroll at the city's most elite academy, a snobby teacher deliberately sabotaged me with an impossible placement test, wanting to humiliate me in front of everyone. "If you fail, you will get on your knees, apologize, and get out of this city forever!" Everyone waited to watch the uneducated country bumpkin make a total fool of herself. They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic girl they could easily manipulate and crush. They had no idea that beneath this fragile disguise, I was actually "The Surgeon," the underground medical miracle, and "King," the world's most feared hacker. Forty minutes later, I tossed the perfectly scored exams onto the desk, forcing the arrogant teacher into a public apology. As I walked out the gates, the city's most ruthless tycoon—and my supposed fiancé's uncle—leaned out of his Bentley and locked eyes with me. "Found you." They thought they had trapped a weak pawn in their gilded cage, but they had just invited the grim reaper right to their front door./1/107771/coverorgin.jpg?v=c09d156dd585e23c699731f186792553&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Surprise: Her Secret Twins
I returned to the Reeves estate after five years in exile, not as the rightful heir, but as an outcast. My father had been dead for only a month, and my uncle Julian had already claimed his mahogany desk, his face tight with a greed he no longer bothered to hide. Julian didn't even look up as he slid a check for a hundred thousand dollars across the wood. "A settlement," he sneered. "Sign the waiver, take your bastards, and disappear. We don't want you embarrassing the family name anymore." One hundred thousand dollars for a legacy worth billions—it was an insult designed to draw blood. When my five-year-old twins, Leo and Mia, ran into the room, Julian looked at them with pure disgust, calling them vermin and ordering them out. He threatened that if I didn't sign, I’d be on the street in a week, stripped of the Reeves name and every penny of protection. Even the family lawyer looked away as he helped facilitate my ruin. I tore the check to shreds and walked out into a freezing deluge, shielding my children while the doors of my childhood home slammed shut behind us. I spent years building a secret life as a high-level corporate fixer, yet when I crossed paths with Branson Reeves—the man who shared my son’s eyes—he treated me like a common gold-digger. He outbid me for the "Midnight Orchid" painting, the only piece of evidence that could bring Julian down, mocking my "thrift store" clothes while my children slept in a borrowed guest room. How could they all be so blind? How could a family be so ready to destroy its own blood for the sake of a ledger? I was done hiding in the shadows. When Julian finally launched a hostile takeover to seize the entire empire, I walked into Branson’s penthouse, dropped my "poor niece" facade, and threw a decrypted file onto his desk. "The game is over, Branson. Give me that painting, and I’ll show you exactly how to bury the man who thinks he's already won."/0/79220/coverorgin.jpg?v=d14ac1c63eace9d1b5e1f443831e23b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Love and Revenge: Return of the real Heiress!
After her mother's mysterious death, Ava Fletcher's world shattered. What began as a young woman's dream turned into a mission for vengeance which is to bring down the Cross family empire and uncover the truth behind her mother's fate. Until one reckless night in Florida changes everything. A fiery one-night stand and Ava walks away believing it was a mistake she will never repeat. Until she starts her new job and discovers her boss is none other than Jace Cross,the powerful CEO, her one night stand and the son of the man she plans to destroy. Caught between passion and vengeance, Ava hides her true identity while Jace grows dangerously obsessed with her.Ava finds an unexpected ally in Liam,a charming friend who seems to support her mission. Yet the deeper she goes, the more she realizes Liam's intentions may be far more dangerous than Jace's secrets,the Cross family, and the shocking truth that she might be the real heiress of the empire she came to ruin./1/106474/coverorgin.jpg?v=9de41172160b7cc774cab30828035d27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ruin: The Discarded Heiress
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my body feeling like a hollowed-out shell. For fifteen years, I had been the "spare part" of the wealthy Kensington family, a foster child kept only as a biological resource for their golden daughter, Jenna. My adoptive mother, Kathryn, walked in with a cold-eyed doctor, discussing me like an old car needing parts. They were planning another bone marrow "harvest" for the next morning, even though the doctor admitted the procedure was risky because my body hadn't recovered from the last extraction. "Passable is fine," Kathryn said, waving away the danger to my life like she was swatting a fly. "Just get it done. It's her only value." Jenna arrived in a wheelchair, putting on a performance of fragile sisterly love while actually glowing with health from the blood I had given her months ago. I watched as the doctor callously jabbed a needle into my arm, missing the vein on purpose, before turning off my pain medication pump as a final act of petty cruelty. They left me there to rot, convinced I was just a dull, submissive girl with nowhere to go. I lay in the silence, feeling the weight of every scrap they’d fed me and every hand-me-down I’d worn while Jenna lived in luxury. I realized I was never a daughter to them; I was an organ farm meant to be drained until I was empty. But as the door clicked shut, the fog of sedation in my brain finally lifted, replaced by a cold, predatory stillness. "Oracle," my mind whispered. "Online." I ripped the IV from my arm and escaped into the night, turning a five-dollar piece of junk into a six-million-dollar fortune in the city's darkest underground markets. By the time I returned to the Kensington Manor, I wasn't the useless foster girl they remembered—I was a predator with a massive bank account and a plan to take back everything they stole from me./0/93821/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0a1b6822f45af9fcfd85a2698666a39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled Destinies: Chasing A Love Never Meant For Me
Christopher was every girl's unattainable dream, admired by many yet always distant. Only Rosanna experienced his tenderness, held close in his arms each night. When he spotted a tiny flaw in a necklace he gave her, he ordered every local jeweler banned. His devotion made life feel unreal, like an endless dream. She never guessed she was simply her twin's stand-in. Everything changed when her sister called, sobbing, "Let's switch back. I made a mistake." Reality struck-poverty, her sick mother, shattered dreams. What she didn't know was that Christopher's heart belonged to her all along. He also had no idea that she was the one he had been searching for.../1/103879/coverorgin.jpg?v=393cc01b8637d0242c4b46677b90e13e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Marriage Was A Lie, Her Happy Ending Wasn't
Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company. But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along. When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend." Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival. When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate. "She's already married—to me."/1/120426/coverorgin.jpg?v=17ddd72e7397bcee361c56cd961f0bdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
