Modern Books for Women
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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./0/55241/coverorgin.jpg?v=3191b838ee796eccb5500eda41cad7dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled Hearts: Falling For My Ugly Wife
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!/0/71667/coverorgin.jpg?v=e65993d15d413f310ea58f6d28c153c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Guarded Desire
When Logan Carter, an ex-military operative, is assigned as the personal bodyguard to Eleanor Sinclair, the elegant yet broken wife of ruthless billionaire Richard Sinclair, he expects another standard job. But nothing could prepare him for the dark secrets lurking behind the pristine walls of the Sinclair mansion. Eleanor isn't just a trophy wife; she's a prisoner in a loveless, abusive marriage. As Logan watches over her, he begins to see the bruises she hides, the pain in her eyes, and the silent screams she swallows. The more he learns, the more he realizes that his mission isn't just to protect her-it's to save her. And in doing so, he finds himself falling for the one woman he can't have. But love isn't enough. To free Eleanor, Logan will have to risk everything-even his own life./1/103111/coverorgin.jpg?v=29c155d0ba8ab339bbc6baa8d60c8252&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pact Of Love Under Oath
Alicia had never imagined that her wedding day would unravel into a storm of secrets, betrayals, and overwhelming passion. Just before her wedding, a devastating truth came to light, drawing the name of Dante Moretti into her life-a man whose power and ruthlessness had made him the most feared figure in Italy. Shaped by his past and driven by control, Dante trusted nothing but his own will, until Alicia shattered his certainty with her quiet tenderness. Bound together by vengeance and guilt, they were forced to face enemies determined to destroy them and confront emotions neither of them could deny. Through tears, danger, and a love that endured amid chaos, Alicia and Dante discovered that true love was not a choice but something that simply took hold. But when life stripped away their peace, it was love-pure and unbreakable-that guided them back to their path. This was a story of redemption, family, second chances, and a love that defied fate./1/108117/coverorgin.jpg?v=413545f5274262a49b07b770c51285b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bargained Hearts: When Mr. Coldhearted Turns Hopeless Romantic
For three years, she was the gentle, obedient wife to a man whose heart never thawed. Their marriage was a lopsided bargain, sealed by her brother's injury. Millie clung to hope that her devotion would win him over, only to discover someone else already held his heart. On their anniversary, she waited alone in the freezing mountains, while he celebrated with another woman. Without complaint, she packed up and signed the divorce papers. Everyone believed Darren never loved her, so divorce was certain. But time passed, and instead, he pleaded, "Sweetheart, can we not get divorced?"/1/115157/coverorgin.jpg?v=28cacbebdab42eeace41d9a8922733a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. CEO: I Am Unstoppable
Seven years ago, I gave up a Supreme Court clerkship to marry the billionaire CEO, Jaret Burns. Today, he dragged me into a Manhattan courtroom by my wrist. He accused me of hiding cocaine in the trunk of my car. He stood protectively near Chelsie, the woman crying fake tears in the gallery, and hissed that I was a jealous disgrace dragging his family name through the mud. Dozens of eyes stabbed into my back as the prosecutor loudly read the felony charges. Jaret took a deliberate step away from my chair, crossing his arms to distance himself from a criminal. He looked at me with blind arrogance, completely trusting the woman who had actually framed me. He had no idea my defense attorney was holding a USB drive with time-stamped security footage of Chelsie planting the drugs. As the chilling realization wrapped around my heart, the ashes of my seven-year sacrifice blew away into nothingness. I had buried my brilliant legal mind to be his unpaid maid and trophy wife, only to be thrown away for a pathetic lie. When the judge saw the video, dismissed my charges, and had the bailiffs drag a screaming Chelsie away, Jaret finally panicked. "Nora, wait, I didn't know!" I didn't even look at his regretful face. I went home, left my three-carat diamond ring on top of the signed divorce papers, and scheduled an interview with the most ruthless litigator in New York./1/117660/coverorgin.jpg?v=91754e1cc65f479e507473b68001a2ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Scheming CEO
At the company gala, Chloe caught her boyfriend of two years making out with her best friend in a shadowed alcove. Heartbroken, she got blackout drunk. The next morning, she woke up wearing nothing but a man's dress shirt in a massive, sterile penthouse. The man walking out of the bathroom was Damien Sterling, the ruthless CEO of her company. Instead of firing her, he coldly assessed her and stated, "I don't make mistakes. Chloe, marry me. You are the most suitable candidate." Chloe refused, terrified of the ice-cold billionaire, and tried to focus on quietly plotting revenge against her cheating ex. But Damien wouldn't let her go. He manipulated her into accepting a career-making trip to Paris, subtly showed he knew her deepest secrets, and trapped her late at night in the empty office building. Then, the real nightmare began. The next morning, her department head found highly classified blueprints of their biggest competitor planted on her work computer. The files were downloaded late last night, exactly when she was stranded alone on the executive floor with Damien. She remembered the artisanal hot chocolate he bought her, the way he bandaged her sprained ankle, and the chilling realization that he had been secretly watching her for months. He didn't want a wife. He wanted a perfect, disposable scapegoat for corporate espionage. Staring at the fake evidence that would ruin her life and send her to prison, Chloe's blood ran cold. She wasn't just fighting her cheating ex anymore; she was at war with the most dangerous man in New York./1/106553/coverorgin.jpg?v=8889eeed04bf2059e93df62eb432abff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stolen Sapphire: His Fake Girlfriend
I returned to New York after three years in Paris, sick and broken, with nothing but a venomous vow to reclaim my life. I looked like a total disaster in my scuffed boots and ripped jeans, a far cry from the Stanton heiress I once was. On the flight home, a glossy magazine headline hit me like a physical blow: my half-sister Aryana was celebrating a fairytale engagement while wearing my dead mother's sapphire pendant. The necklace was my only legacy, stolen by the interlopers who had usurped my place the moment I vanished. Things spiraled into a nightmare before I even landed. I accidentally spilled milk all over a powerful billionaire, Denis Stephens, and then fainted directly into his arms during turbulence. At the hospital, my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend mocked my illness, snapping photos of me looking like a "pregnant" mess to ruin my reputation. When I finally fought my way to the family manor to snatch the necklace back, my father tried to hit me, and my ex accused me of becoming a whore in Europe. I couldn't understand how my own father could freeze my bank accounts and treat me like a criminal while my sister played house with my mother's jewels. I was back in the orbit of the Manhattan elite, but I was a pariah with a target on my back and a body that was failing me. Then, the final blow came. I rear-ended a Bentley belonging to Denis Stephens-the same man I'd humiliated on the plane. With six figures in damages and zero dollars in my pocket, I was completely at his mercy. "You're going to be my date tonight," He commanded, pulling me into a high-stakes game of fake romance and cold revenge that I wasn't sure I'd survive./1/111559/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f74254090d56bfc0c4798cb701de10b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BIllionaire's Vengeful Heiress
Elena Crane wakes up in a hospital bed after barely surviving a resort fire, only to discover the devastating truth. The kidney she donated to her husband Leo three days ago wasn't for him. It was for his mistress, Lydia. Worse, she overhears Leo instructing a doctor to kill her within five days and make it look like surgical complications so he can collect two hundred million dollars in life insurance. Their entire five year marriage was an elaborate scheme to steal her organs and murder her for money. What Leo and Lydia don't know is that Elena is actually Roberta Alfred, the legendary jewelry designer and billionaire heiress who abandoned her empire for love. After enduring multiple murder attempts, including being locked in a morgue and losing her uterus to forced hysterectomy, Elena escapes. She divorces Leo, claims the insurance money herself, and returns home to reclaim her identity and her family's billion dollar empire./1/107492/coverorgin.jpg?v=721559342f3ce19124a1ff1eb53a203b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Fortune, Stolen Heart: The Caged Ward
I stood in the corner of the grand ballroom, trying to stay invisible despite the massive diamond on my finger. As the fiancée of the billionaire Arturo Watts, I was supposed to be the most envied woman in the room, but the suffocating scent of lilies felt more like a funeral than a gala. A waiter’s elbow clipped my arm, sending my clutch crashing to the floor and spilling its contents for everyone to see. Among my lipstick and phone lay a heavy, glittering brooch—the Pink Star diamond—that had just been reported stolen from the neck of a billionaire socialite. "Thief! Just like her father," the crowd hissed as cameras flashed like gunfire in my face. Tiffany Watts ground her heel into my bag, her eyes gleeful as she watched the "scammer's daughter" finally get caught. Just as security reached for my wrists, Arturo stepped out of the shadows, but he wasn't there to save me. He grabbed my face and kissed me with a brutal, bruising intensity, branding me in front of the news drones to turn my humiliation into a PR stunt for his company’s stock price. I thought I was being protected, but I soon realized I was just a prisoner in a gilded cage with new locks on the windows. I discovered the truth Arturo was trying to shred: I wasn’t his fiancée, I was his "key code." He was using my name to access fifty million dollars of my father’s hidden money, and he had blocked my FBI application to ensure I’d never uncover the trail. "I did it for you," he whispered, standing over me with the same cold, unreadable eyes he used on his business rivals. He thought he could buy my silence with designer gowns and a fake romance, but he forgot that I am my father’s daughter. I’m done being a liability in his corporate games. I’ve found the secret account and recorded his confession. If Arturo Watts wants to treat me like a target, I’m going to make sure I’m the one who hits the mark and takes every cent he’s hiding./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./1/103894/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecb9f4514109ac60611e9e8d1b65992b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Million Dollar Hush Money: I Want Divorce
The silence in Sterling Manor wasn't empty; it was heavy, pressing against my eardrums like deep water. I sat on the edge of the oversized velvet sofa, waiting for my husband to return from a "merger closing" that I knew was actually a hotel room. At 2:00 AM, a notification glowed on his forgotten work tablet: "You left your tie on my nightstand. I'll keep it safe for next time. - S." When Ethan finally walked in, he didn't look at me. He just smelled like Serena's signature sandalwood perfume and expensive scotch. He didn't apologize for the infidelity; instead, he transferred a million dollars into my spousal account and told me to go buy some jewelry to keep my mouth shut. I realized then that I wasn't a wife; I was an expensive placeholder. I left my ten-carat diamond ring on the foyer table and walked out into the freezing rain with nothing but a canvas duffel bag. But Ethan wasn't about to let his "ornament" escape so easily. He froze my credit cards, revoked my trust access, and used his billion-dollar influence to blacklist me from every architecture firm in New York City. He even tracked me down to a restaurant where I was playing piano for tips, throwing a stack of hundreds at me in front of his mistress. When I still refused to crawl back to the manor, he played his final, cruelest card. He leaned in and whispered that if I didn't return to his bed, he would stop protecting my brother from a prison sentence he had manufactured himself. I stood there shivering, realizing that every "favor" he'd ever done for my family was actually a shackle. He thought he could buy my soul, my talent, and my silence by holding the people I loved hostage. How could the man I once loved turn into a monster who viewed my life as nothing more than a line item on a balance sheet? I looked him straight in the eye, my voice as cold as the winter air outside. "Make the call, Ethan. Send him to jail. I'd rather visit my brother through plexiglass than spend another night sleeping next to you." I'm done being a victim. I've just walked into the offices of Azure Architects, the only firm in the city Ethan can't bully. I'm not just going to finish my degree; I'm going to help his biggest rival burn his empire to the ground./0/37878/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a631f35c62dda368d06ea07dc60cc5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bye, My Bossy Husband
"You never know what you have until you lose it!" This was the case for Samuel who despised his wife throughout their marriage. Tessa gave her all to Samuel. But what did he do? He treated her like a useless rag. In his eyes, she was selfish, unscrupulous, and disgusting. He wanted to be away from her at all times. He was happy to divorce her. However, his happiness didn't last. He soon realized that he had let go of a jewel of inestimable value. By this time, Tessa was already doing well for herself. "Tessa love, I know I was such a jerk, but I have learned my lessons. Give me another chance," Samuel begged with teary eyes. "Ha-ha! You are a comedian, Samuel. Weren't you always disgusted with me? What changed now?" Tessa sneered, eyeing him. "I changed, my love. I became a better man. Please take me back. I won't stop until you agree." With her eyes shooting lasers, Tessa yelled, "Get the hell out of my sight! I don't want to ever see you again!"/1/117661/coverorgin.jpg?v=037649572fe533dccb1f1e23972a11a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor
Chloe lay paralyzed on the cold hospital gurney, feeling the steady drain of her blood into an IV bag meant to save her stepsister. Then, through the cracked door, she heard the chilling voice of her fiancé, Arthur. He wasn't just draining her blood; he was waiting to cut out her heart. "It's an honor for her to trade her life for Kaitlyn's health," her adoptive father sneered. Arthur casually added that once Chloe was dead, her mother's trust fund and the family company shares would finally be theirs. To her absolute horror, they even bragged about how they had orchestrated her mother's death, laughing as they called it a perfect accident. The family she had trusted and the man she had loved for years had murdered her mother and were now butchering her for her fortune. A desperate, primal rage flooded her veins. She wanted to scream, to tear them apart, but the drugs kept her trapped in her dying body. With her last ounce of strength, she bit down hard on her own tongue and died. When she opened her eyes again, the smell of blood was gone. She was sitting in the lavish penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Sterling. It was exactly five years ago, the day before her doomed wedding to Arthur. She had been reborn, and this time, she was going to drag them all to hell./1/115159/coverorgin.jpg?v=084e21dd5b8af92bac39b42a031d5df1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
