Modern Books for Women
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The world I Found Myself.
Failure sometimes teaches us a lesson about life, one that we cannot find even with the best tutors. I failed and couldn't be admitted to my dream school. someone else dream become mine. It was not the world I wanted,but it was the world I found my self in. I don't even plan to have a world. where am I, where is this place call? Living and doing someone else dream. The world I found myself./1/107485/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee2cdef7493f422d0d30c9651b3ca9a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Secret Genius Comeback
For three years, I've played the role of the broken, mute trophy wife to the "Ice King" Heinrich Lloyd. While the world sees me as a fragile liability, I've been building a cage of silence to keep the monsters out, hiding my true identity as a high-level dark web hacker known as Ghost. The cage shattered when my mother-in-law cornered me at a private clinic and demanded I sign away my future. She didn't want my cooperation; she wanted my replacement. She introduced Aria, a ruthless socialite, as the "better vessel" who would carry my husband's child because my own womb was deemed "hostile." To ensure I wouldn't fight back, they shoved a fake psychiatric report across the table, threatening me with a permanent sanitarium stay and a forced conservatorship if I didn't relinquish my parental rights and my marriage. When I fled in a panic, Heinrich didn't offer comfort; he caught me at a bar, dragged me home like misbehaving property, and told me to stop being an embarrassment. Now, the nightmare has followed me to my secret day job. Aria walked into my office as a "consultant," leaning in to whisper that she could smell my fear through my cheap clothes and fake glasses. She thinks I'm a cornered rat, a woman so pathetic she can't even find the voice to scream for help. I stared at her, my fingers clutching the micro-recorder hidden in my pearls. They have no idea that the "mute" wife they despise has already mapped out every dirty transaction in their offshore accounts and discovered the massive gambling debts Aria is trying to hide. I felt a searing rage in my chest, a fire that had been smoldering for three years. They think they've trapped a bird, but they've actually locked themselves in with a ghost. I'm done hiding behind a tremor in my hands and a vacant stare. "Sign it," Gerri had commanded back at the clinic. "This is a notification, not a negotiation." She was right about one thing. It isn't a negotiation anymore. It's a declaration of war, and I'm going to burn their entire legacy to the ground./0/79170/coverorgin.jpg?v=077ad8dc46a91fc3870a81ca65c3ed1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
To Marry A Monster
Isla is a hardworking but naive college student chasing her dreams far from home...that is until one wild week in Vegas turns into her worst nightmare. Kidnapped by Dante Valenti, the cold, untouchable Don of the Las Vegas underworld, Isla is forced into a marriage she never asked for. The reason? Her father's debt. The price? Her freedom and dreams. Dante doesn't want love. He wants power. And Isla is nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous, top-secret deal-at least, that's what he wants her to believe. But the longer they stay together, the harder it is for them to ignore the tension between themselves. And as Isla starts to uncover the truth behind her father's debts, she discovers something terrifying: That she has a bounty on her head. And to Dante and many others, she's suddenly worth more dead than alive./0/84489/coverorgin.jpg?v=709189e4b82db523dfe119086465b9e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonlit Confession: One More Chance With My Beautiful Mistake
Just as Alina and Rhett finalized their divorce, a friend pressed Rhett. "So that's it? You don't regret it one bit?" Rhett just shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets, a crooked grin sliding across his face. "It was just a deal from day one. There's nothing to regret." Yet at a party pulsing with bass and laughter, whiskey loosened his guard and reignited old heat. He slipped through the crowd, pinning Alina to a wall, his breath brushing her hair. His palm skimmed her waist, guiding her silk-clad thigh around his hip. With a soft, raspy tone, he murmured, "What if we gave us one more shot?"/1/103418/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2c34007ef689ea4d0238f423681901a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prisoner In Silk Sheets: A Wife With No Way Out
Anna Hart had no choice. To keep her family business from bankruptcy, she married Julian Ashford-heir to a financial empire and still in a coma after a wreck. It was meant to be a marriage on paper, a deal that existed in name only, until Julian opened his eyes. Awake, he wasn't gentle or grateful; he was cold, controlling, and relentless. With a plotting mother-in-law and wars inside the Ashford family, Anna learned to fight back. When she had twins, the rules changed. Caught between forced affection, secrets, and ruthless power grabs, she battled for her children-and her own survival./1/106234/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4e39eadd3583c7794a6dfff827d4b90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming. Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped. "I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?" He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building. My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die. I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose. I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit. "Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession. I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York./1/107955/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb80f1df5f34186d6647cb9ec7f6ed1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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."/1/116873/coverorgin.jpg?v=7537d001b254b13633ad9558e9195841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool
In my past life, I was treated like a mentally defective piece of trash by my family and forced to marry the paralyzed, ruthless billionaire, Charlton Moreno. I thought he would despise me, but when the yacht exploded, this terrifying man threw his massive body over mine. His blood soaked into my clothes as the blast tore us apart. Before I died, the cruel truth finally came to light. My family had been slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin for years, turning his legs into dead weight. They only used me as a filthy pawn to humiliate his bloodline and steal his fortune. And when I was no longer useful, I was stripped of everything and left to die in the gutter. Why did he protect a broken, uninvited stranger like me? Why did I let those greedy traitors destroy the only person who ever truly made me feel safe? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day my family shoved me, wearing a torn wedding dress, into the freezing foyer of the Moreno estate. "This is what you bring us? A mental defective?" I kept my head down, hiding the cold, calculating hatred in my eyes, and let my facial muscles go completely slack. This time, I will play the perfect idiot, I will cure his legs, and I will take back everything./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=3e0bf30ae63552478660ee9794e9b1fc&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?/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./0/68536/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3f859d16fc225c56f61a59afc2cc82d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ex-wife Strikes Back: No Love Left For You, Hubby!
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”/1/108584/coverorgin.jpg?v=785c624bc6dcab688290d8d4588cd87a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
