Modern Books for Women
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The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love
For eighteen years, I endured the Miller family's constant comparisons and casual neglect, trying desperately to earn their love. Then the DNA results came back. Their biological daughter, Joella, returned home, and they threw all my belongings onto the front lawn like trash. "The DNA results came back this morning. You're not our daughter." My adoptive mother looked at me with the detached appraisal of someone viewing a piece of furniture that no longer fit the decor. They didn't just kick me out. As I picked up my worn suitcase, they demanded I fulfill an ironclad marriage contract with the legendary Blackwood family to save their failing corporation. "You were always a placeholder, Chloe. Like a dress worn by mistake. Now, the rightful owner has come to claim it." Joella smirked triumphantly from my old bedroom window, while my adoptive father screamed that I was a jinx and a curse who owed them my life. I looked at the three of them—a perfect, complete family. After a lifetime of craving their approval, the last thread of hope finally snapped, replaced by a cold, hard fury. Why should I let them use me one last time when they had treated me like a counterfeit part for eighteen years? I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and sent a single encrypted message to pull all funding from their corporation. As their phones began to ring frantically with the news of their sudden bankruptcy, a man wearing a Patek Philippe watch bowed deeply before me. He was here to take me back to my real parents—the legendary Beaumont family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines on the planet./1/115235/coverorgin.jpg?v=9efccfa5569d0b388b421d0c6aade868&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire
I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me. Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice. "The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one." Alvie didn't even blink. He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit. He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement. The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor. A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity. In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames. Then, I violently jerked awake. I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin. I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering. The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both./0/50021/coverorgin.jpg?v=78521fb75c7f440e6c07795236a4b2ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By CEO's Desire
Richard, a domineering businessman, and Elin, his legal advisor, were entangled in a secret affair. They intended to part ways quietly, but Richard found himself unable to release his hold on her. "Elin, do you really think you can leave me?" he questioned. He had a hand in ruining her career and tarnishing her reputation. Remembering this, Elin replied icily, "To me, you're just an expensive escort." In response, Richard cornered her against a wall, his declaration firm. "You belong to me. I'll see who dares to touch you." Who would emerge victorious in this entangled relationship?/1/120751/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cc764602e8182a8acfbecfc3cc6102a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Heir's Unwanted Obsessive Love
Nina had one simple goal in this godforsaken novel world: to be killed in a fit of unrestrained rage so she could finally return home. Her perfect target was her impulsive brother, Ryan. To push him over the edge, she publicly humiliated his lifelong crush, Ashleigh, in the school cafeteria, practically begging him to strike her down. She stood there, covered in spilled food, eagerly waiting for the fatal blow that would end her misery. But the blow never came. Instead, Ryan accidentally overheard Ashleigh mocking him behind his back, calling him a mindless puppy. The revelation shattered his blind devotion instantly. When Ryan finally looked back at Nina, his eyes weren't filled with the murderous fury she desperately needed. They were filled with agonizing, soul-deep guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispered, taking off his varsity jacket to cover her stained clothes. Nina was utterly horrified. The next day, he broke up with Ashleigh, started cutting Nina's steak for her at dinner, and secretly bought her favorite breakfast. This twisted, sickening display of brotherly affection was a thousand times worse than his fists. Her perfect suicide plan was completely ruined. Why was her chosen executioner suddenly acting like a devoted protector? How was she supposed to die now? As the housekeeper announced the impending return of the family's cold-blooded true heir, a chilling new plan formed in Nina's mind. It was time to target the real monster: Julian./0/93822/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d349704d7e5ae10cc05314b014a0e50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Free At Last, Untouchable Now
For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."/1/103880/coverorgin.jpg?v=82e97897369075687b1c88ea078e2a2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Tragedy To Triumph: The Bride Who Defied Fate
A car crash robbed the man she loved of his memory, only for him to fall for her cousin. Grieving the loss of her parents, Nicole faced a broken home and an arranged marriage to a man rumored to be cruel, blind, and crippled. The town whispered about her looming misfortune, certain she would crumble. Instead, Nicole stunned them all-an architectural prodigy, tech powerhouse, and medical genius. Her so-called disabled husband revealed himself as a casino king and the wealthiest man in town. Relatives pleaded for mercy, and her ex tried to buy her back, but her husband only scoffed. "Keep dreaming."/1/114587/coverorgin.jpg?v=be37b21f08af2a9a5ffcf51ed653d017&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The Billionaire's Cruel Contract
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend. But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew. When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment. A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate. Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face. "We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother." He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt. Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul? "Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered. Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground./1/105827/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e728f52b80f0c253276a6f61a582ec4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Revenge: No More Mrs. Montgomery
I’m a top surgeon at Mount Sinai, but at 432 Park Avenue, I’m just the invisible "placeholder wife" of Fletcher Montgomery. After three months of silence, I didn’t hear from my husband; I found out he was back in New York via a news alert tracking his private jet. When he finally walked into our penthouse, he didn't bring a greeting—he brought the scent of another woman’s perfume and a heart full of ice. He looked at me with pure revulsion, telling me he was "tired of looking at mistakes" before slamming the bedroom door in my face. The humiliation escalated the next morning when his mother cornered me with a divorce agreement, calling our seven-year marriage a "charity project" that had run its course. She reminded me I was a "peasant" who owed the Montgomerys for saving my reputation, even as I spent my days saving lives in the OR. At a family dinner on Long Island, Fletcher turned our private struggle into a public execution. In front of his entire elite clan, he sneered that I should stop fixing other people’s hearts and figure out why my own womb was a "wasteland." When I tried to defend myself, he dragged me into his car, only to kick me out on a dark, rain-slicked street in Queens. I stood there shivering in a thin blouse, without a phone or shoes, watching his taillights disappear while a group of men whistled at me from the shadows. I couldn't understand how seven years of devotion ended with me barefoot in the mud, or why the man I once loved now treated me like a stray he regretted picking up. The injustice burned hotter than the freezing rain, fueling a cold, surgical rage I hadn't felt in years. I eventually made it back to the penthouse, but I wasn't the submissive wife anymore. I rescued my cat from the freezing terrace, fired the malicious house manager, and deadbolted the master suite from the inside. When Fletcher’s assistant called, I gave him a simple message: "Tell him the locks have changed, and the war has officially begun."/1/106476/coverorgin.jpg?v=cba45b8d387f243cb04774b62af3a235&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything./1/114263/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2eb475f06b1312fa94e416bf91c4ca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
To the world, I was the perfect, placid wife of Giovanni Baldwin, the King of Wall Street. But at the pinnacle of New York's social calendar, he deliberately flicked his wrist, splashing his red wine all over my white silk gown to publicly humiliate me. When we got back to the penthouse, he shoved me to the cold marble floor in front of a life-sized portrait of his dead lover. His fingers wrapped around my throat as he ordered me to clean up the stain like a servant. To break me entirely, he froze my accounts, aggressively targeted my secret fashion company, and heavily sedated my disabled brother to maintain legal control over him. When his dead lover's sister committed massive corporate fraud, Giovanni ruthlessly framed me for the crime, forcing me to stand before flashing cameras and take the fall just to keep her out of prison. Looking at his triumphant smile backstage, the last ember of the girl I used to be turned to ash. I finally understood that our marriage was nothing but a hostile contract, and I was just a disposable scapegoat for his endless grief. "This is no longer about escaping. This is about justice." I took off my wedding ring, liquidated every cent of my hidden personal assets, and ordered my team to launch a ruthless hostile takeover of his entire empire./0/88956/coverorgin.jpg?v=35f2908bf921166e6fed8bd685e74784&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss
Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy./1/124970/coverorgin.jpg?v=0eb12de983b9c61978b1a3a75838c189&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Severed
She was his most valuable asset and his most guarded secret. He threw her away without a second thought. Now she’s fighting for her freedom, and he’s using every weapon in his arsenal to break her. For seven years, Jaylyn Brennan was Haiden Holland’s secret weapon. She was his brilliant, relentless fixer at Holland Corp and his fiercely loyal lover in the shadows. Her life revolved around him, her loyalty absolute. That was until she walked into his penthouse and found Haiden with a sweet-faced socialite, Evie Mcmillan, perched on his lap. Haiden didn't just end it; he eviscerated her. In front of his new plaything, he mocked her as disposable, a mere convenience to be discarded. Humiliated and heartbroken, Jaylyn did the only thing she could: she walked away, blocking his number and vowing to start a new life. She even found a path to peace in a gentle, promising new relationship. But Haiden refuses to let her go quietly. He paints her as the other woman, a dangerous obsession he can't shake. He uses his power to trap her at the company, forcing her to work on a critical project so she can't resign. Just as she begins to rebuild her world, Evie’s fragile, innocent act shatters into chaos, and Jaylyn finds herself on the receiving end of a violent attack engineered by her rival. Bleeding and concussed in a hospital bed, Jaylyn doesn't receive an apology from Haiden. Instead, she gets an accusation. “Stop pretending,” he sneers, his gaze cold. “I’m only here to make sure you don’t die and leave Evie with psychological trauma.” He then has her locked in her ward to keep her from causing any more trouble for his new girlfriend. For seven years, she gave him everything. Her youth, her ambition, her unwavering loyalty. In return, he gave her a prison sentence and a shattered heart. But this is the last straw. Lying in that sterile room, staring at the locked door, the last shred of love for him dies. She picks up her phone and texts her new lawyer for help. It's time to sever every tie, burn every bridge, and escape this toxic cage at any cost. Because she’s done being his secret. Now, she’s ready to be his nightmare./0/93823/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd8c8387b356ff7f621174e95538a0f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Called Me Gold Digger, Now He Can't Let Go
Three years ago, Scarlett traded her act of saving Asher's life for a marriage. Throughout their marriage, she gave up her own needs to care for him, losing herself in the process. Her devotion never earned her true affection-he saw her as nothing more than a gold-digger, his heart fixed on someone else. When the woman he loved returned, Scarlett quietly chose to step aside, ready to reclaim her own life. But after the divorce, the cold, controlling man she once loved couldn't let her go. He cornered her, his voice low and fierce. "You can only be mine!"/1/107450/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee1991f60b0e2d5877dfb87c8d42347b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Revenge: Silent No More
I spent three years as the silent architect of the Maynard family’s fortune, bound by an iron-clad NDA that turned me into a ghost. As Calhoun’s wife, I was the "silent asset," the one who saved their empire from the shadows while they took the bows and the credit. The betrayal started in a boardroom when my life's work was publicly handed to my incompetent brother-in-law, Conrad. But the real knife came later that night at the victory gala. I caught Calhoun in a VIP lounge, whispering promises to his sister-in-law, Bianca, as they plotted to strip me of my voting shares. When I tried to walk away, the Maynards struck. Bianca faked a pregnancy and threw herself in front of a car, framing me for attempted murder. My father-in-law gave me a brutal choice: rot in prison for fifteen years or sign an annulment forfeiting my inheritance, my identity, and my mother’s last sapphire necklace. They threw me out into a midnight storm with nothing but a trash bag of old rags. I knelt in the mud, watching the gates of the estate slam shut, realizing my entire marriage had been a transaction and I was finally out of stock. How could they steal my work, my name, and the only memory of my mother I had left? As I collapsed on the side of a dark road, a black Rolls Royce cut through the rain. Julian Montgomery, the Maynards’ most ruthless rival, stepped out and draped his cashmere coat over my shivering shoulders. He looked at me not with pity, but with predatory interest. I looked back and whispered the only thing that mattered. "Leverage."/1/105828/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0e4f26e42ee60e38e197fd8e79ad0c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy
I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him./1/115886/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d36ee132cdf211eb7907b096c019b55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Billionaire: The Doctor's Comeback
Aimee sat in the sprawling Manhattan penthouse, waiting for her billionaire boyfriend to return from a business trip. Then a breaking news notification popped up. It was a paparazzi photo of Hamilton holding a prominent socialite, announcing their upcoming corporate marriage. The medical records Aimee saw confirmed the worst: the woman was already twelve weeks pregnant with his child. When confronted, Hamilton didn't show a single ounce of guilt. He casually dismissed the baby as a mere "business arrangement" required by his family. He pinned Aimee against the wall and threatened to completely destroy her medical career. He swore to cut off her research funding, blackball her from every hospital in the city, and force her to live in the slums if she dared to walk away. He even sent his assistant with a Cartier diamond necklace, fully expecting her to accept the bribe and quietly play the role of his obedient mistress. Aimee felt a thick wave of nausea. She couldn't believe the man she had loved for years saw her as nothing more than a clueless toy whose dignity could be bought with filthy money. She took off his platinum necklace and placed his limitless black credit card on the marble vanity. "I would rather dig through the trash than spend another day as your pet bird." Aimee packed her faded medical scrubs into her old canvas suitcase and walked out into the freezing night, heading straight for the chaotic front lines of a public ER./1/126269/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded28f6da82a800e1fd380c2232bb4b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession
I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway. Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree. Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away. "Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors." We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother. Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own. When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning. I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door. But I wouldn't just be a broken victim. I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying./1/107451/coverorgin.jpg?v=352363b62c0f17fa6a3a17a3e604e875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Brother
I arrived at the hotel with Julian's favorite takeout, ready to surprise my fiancé before our big merger. But the moment I swiped the keycard, the silence of the hallway felt heavy and wrong. Inside, a red-soled stiletto lay on the marble floor-the same one I'd watched my best friend Lila try on at Saks last week. Through the cracked bedroom door, I watched Julian's back arch as Lila looked me straight in the eye and smiled, wrapping her legs tighter around him to mock my heartbreak. I fled to the penthouse to hide, only to find Grafton, Julian's "crippled" brother, waiting in the dark. To my horror, the man who was supposed to be paralyzed stood up from his wheelchair, gripped my chin with cold fingers, and forced me to sign a contract that gave him control of my family's shares. He knew about my mother's secret medical bills and used them to buy my silence, effectively turning my life into a calculated game of corporate chess. The betrayal tasted like acid, and the injustice of it all burned in my throat. My fiancé was a liar, my best friend was a thief, and the man now controlling my fate was a predator who had been faking his disability for years. I couldn't understand how everyone I trusted had turned out to be a monster. I was trapped between a man who cheated on me and a man who wanted to own me, with no way out and no one to turn to. But when Julian came looking for me, Grafton didn't hide; he stood tall, looming over me with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Help me destroy Julian," I rasped, realizing that to survive the Faulkner men, I had to become the most dangerous player of them all./1/125296/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2206eed3133174af40bfe2d3d2e28aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing the CEO: He Never Wanted Me Until I Left
For three years, Estella Mccarthy was the wife Alden Molina never wanted. She wore the ring. She attended his family dinners. She smiled beside the Wall Street billionaire whenever their marriage contract required it. And foolishly, somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him. Alden never did. The night they were supposed to have dinner together, Estella waited alone until his assistant finally texted her. “Mr. Molina will be staying at the Four Seasons tonight.” Not even a message from her husband himself. That was the night Estella asked for a divorce. Alden barely took her seriously. “If you’re trying to get my attention, there are easier ways to do it.” Then she rescued a half-starved stray cat and brought it home. Alden froze her supplementary credit cards. At a Molina family dinner, his mother looked straight at Estella and declared, “A marriage that fails to produce an heir is nothing more than a depreciating asset.” Estella waited for her husband to defend her. Alden kept cutting his steak. So she smiled and replied, “As talented as I am in an operating room, conception still generally requires the husband to show up.” That shut the table up. But Alden still didn't understand. He didn't understand when Estella moved out. He didn't understand when she left her engagement ring behind. He didn't understand even after he dragged her into his car for a “family emergency”—then dumped her beside a subway station in freezing rain the second a billion-dollar business crisis became more important. By then, Estella wasn't heartbroken anymore. She was done. Back at the hospital, a curious resident asked why no one had ever met her husband. Estella took one calm sip of coffee. “He died.” The resident nearly dropped her mug. “What happened?” “Sudden illness. He was an accountant. Very quiet man.” In one conversation, Estella Mccarthy turned one of Wall Street’s most powerful CEOs into a dead accountant. It was the most peace her marriage had given her in three years. And the Molinas had made one other mistake. They had spent years treating Estella like a gold digger who should be grateful Alden married her. They conveniently forgot why the marriage existed in the first place. The Molina family had come to her. They needed priority rights to the priceless medical patent Estella inherited from her late parents. She hadn't married Alden for his money. His family had married him to her for what she owned. Now the brilliant surgeon they never respected wants her name back, her freedom back, and every cent the law says belongs to her. Alden Molina always believed his wife would stay. Until she left. And suddenly, the woman he never wanted became the one woman he couldn't let go./0/72411/coverorgin.jpg?v=433e2a1ee81d6224c5826748ae6cd429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
