Modern Books for Women
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Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone
Arielle barely survived a terrifying plane crash. Trembling and soaked in rain, she rushed back to her penthouse, desperately needing her husband's embrace. But when she opened the heavy door, she found a pair of cheap pink stilettos in the foyer. Her billionaire husband, Julian, was intimately drinking bourbon with the new network intern on their living room sofa. Instead of asking if she was hurt, Julian glared at her wet clothes with disgust. "You are ruining the imported Persian rug. Your tardiness embarrassed me." Arielle soon discovered the horrifying truth. The airline had called Julian when her private jet was plunging toward the earth. He knew she was facing imminent death, but he chose to ignore it for a routine board meeting. Worse, he spent that very evening flirting with his mistress in their home. When Arielle confronted him, he threw a black Amex card at her to buy her silence. He even abused his power as CEO to replace her veteran prime-time anchor with the intern. Looking at the man who once promised to protect her above all else, Arielle felt a freezing numbness spread through her chest. How could the man she loved for seven years become a cold-blooded stranger who didn't even care if she lived or died? The last thread of her love completely snapped. Arielle threw his credit card into the trash, signed the divorce papers demanding sole custody of their son, and walked out of his empire for good./1/115009/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9d72bd93ebd13c19a5fc8019f231752&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The Possessive Esports God
I was a Twitch streamer who got publicly humiliated by my toxic ex-boyfriend during a live broadcast. To save face, I blurted out a massive lie. I claimed that "Killer," the untouchable god of the esports world, was actively pursuing me. But just ten minutes after I panic-quit my stream, the doorbell rang, and the esports god himself was standing at my front door with a suitcase. "I'm the new roommate. I have nowhere else to go," he said, looking like a lost golden retriever hiding from crazy fans. He moved into my apartment, acting entirely sweet and helpless. He couldn't even put on a duvet cover, but he made me a perfect breakfast and gently cared for me when I got hurt. He looked so genuinely innocent that I felt sick with absolute guilt for using his name for internet clout. When my ex's fans organized a massive hate campaign against me, I aggressively tweeted back to protect my new roommate's honor, doubling down on my lie. But I didn't understand why he immediately liked my tweet, sending the entire internet into a total meltdown. I thought he was just a pure, naive gamer following his manager's PR advice to defuse the drama. I had no idea that behind his polite smile, he wasn't innocent at all. He was a ruthless, obsessive predator who had already manipulated his way into my home, and I had just locked myself in a cage with him./1/117356/coverorgin.jpg?v=0442ebb01fea6134b16ff71c10c609e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Save Your Dying Wife
Corrie was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer. The first thing she did was ask her billionaire husband for a divorce and her share of the assets to save her dying father. Instead of giving her the money, Clayton ruthlessly crushed her diamond wedding ring under his shoe in public. "Your father drove my sister to suicide, and now he deserves to die," he sneered, admitting he was the one who bankrupted her family's company. Desperate, Corrie swallowed her pride and begged her estranged, wealthy mother for help. But when she walked into the mansion, she was met with a devastating sight. Clayton and his mistress were there, holding a pair of twin boys. Her own mother was happily playing the role of grandmother to her husband's illegitimate children. While Corrie had been grieving the baby she lost alone in a cold hospital, her husband had been building a secret family, and her mother had helped them hide it. The double betrayal shattered her completely. Why did her husband marry her just to use her as a pawn for his sick revenge? Why did her own flesh and blood side with the man who was actively destroying her life? Saved from the freezing rain by a doctor friend, Corrie stared at the aggressive chemotherapy plan. She had wanted to just give up and let the cancer take her. But now, a cold fire ignited in her chest. "I'll do the treatment," she said, her voice like ice. She was going to survive, and she was going to make every single one of them pay./1/112663/coverorgin.jpg?v=7cb856c287e432df06697759c1f1960e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: My Masked Runway Comeback
I sat in the emergency room corridor, pressing a soaked bandage against my heavily bleeding arm. I had texted my husband of three years, billionaire Efford Thornton, begging him to come. He did come, but he walked right past me as if I were a piece of furniture. When the doctor finally brought the last bag of O-negative blood in the city to save my life, Efford's assistant intercepted it. Efford coldly ordered the blood to be sent to the VIP wing for Aletha Chase. "Mrs. Chase is pregnant with the Thornton heir," he declared flatly. "The priority is non-negotiable." As I watched my life-saving blood being carried away, he handed me a divorce agreement and an NDA. If I dared to expose his affair, he would immediately cut off the funding for my grandmother's dementia care, leaving her to rot in a public ward. He then turned his back, leaving me to bleed out in the hallway. For three years, I had given up my career and my identity to be his perfect, compliant wife. I couldn't understand how the man who once looked at me like I was his whole world could now literally watch me die just to protect his mistress. But he forgot one thing. The submissive wife he married was just a ghost. I wiped the blood from my hands, dug out the leather half-mask I had hidden away years ago, and made a call. It was time for the legendary runway model "Phoenix" to rise from the ashes and burn his empire to the ground./1/117669/coverorgin.jpg?v=11bacd9c003cdbac7faa9a995d9ddbbe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: His Ultimate Downfall
I spent hours preparing a perfect anniversary dinner for my billionaire husband, Damien Sterling. Instead of coming home, he appeared on a live broadcast, dropping $10 million on a diamond necklace for his first love, Isabel. Before I could process the public humiliation, the hospital called to tell me my grandmother, my only family, had died of a massive hemorrhage. The trigger was a visit from Isabel, who maliciously taunted her about our sham marriage and revealed Damien's company had wiped out her life savings. When I confronted them with a voice recording of Isabel's cruelty, Damien violently snatched the device and wiped the evidence to protect her. He even forced me to apologize when Isabel deliberately injured herself to frame me. I stared at him, completely disillusioned that he was blindly protecting a murderer who was actively selling his corporate secrets to his rivals. The last shred of my affection for him shattered into dust. Walking out of his manor, I calmly got into the sports car of his most ruthless enemy and made a deal. "I want to see Isabel Goodwin in a prison cell, and I want his empire to burn."/1/115010/coverorgin.jpg?v=7bbb3d317073feb3b29fc486601a809c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain
Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat. She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items. Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore. She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player. "He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you." Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely. "Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement." Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang. Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game. Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited. Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta? And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night? As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face. The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end./1/117357/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f16a85c1dd041db037f54a1c91b4aae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million
Ava worked three grueling jobs just to cover her grandmother's medical bills. The only bright spot in her exhausting life was her wealthy, loving boyfriend, Spencer. That was until a high-paying delivery order led her straight to his penthouse. Standing outside the ajar door, she heard his friends laughing. "It was just a hundred-dollar bet to see how fast the charity case would fall for me." Spencer's cruel chuckle shattered her world. After Ava dumped her delivery order of spaghetti and wine over him and his snobby friends, their retaliation was swift. They filed a fake complaint and got her fired from her only remaining job. That same night, the hospital called. Her grandmother was in acute heart failure, needing an emergency surgery that cost more money than Ava could ever imagine. Cornered, jobless, and watching her grandmother slip away, Ava had no choice but to dig through an alley dumpster. She frantically retrieved the bizarre contract she had thrown away yesterday: an offer from Spencer's billionaire grandfather to marry his comatose heir in exchange for two million dollars and her grandmother's life. She signed her life away to the Carlisle dynasty to save the only family she had left. But when her recovering grandmother eagerly asked to meet her new fiancé, the grandfather needed a stand-in. "You will pretend to be her loving fiancé, or you are cut off from this family forever." The man forced to stand by Ava's side and pretend to be desperately in love with her was Spencer./1/116575/coverorgin.jpg?v=f16489459db17245e686c524b91b13de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband
I spent five years in a federal prison. The day I was released, my ex-fiancé's new lover threw a hundred-dollar bill into an icy puddle. "Wash the prison stench off before you crawl back to the gutters." But her mockery was the least of my problems. My adoptive family immediately cut off my dying mother's life support. They gave me a brutal ultimatum: forfeit my inheritance and marry a stranger within three days, or they would pull the plug at midnight. Desperate to pay the hospital bills, I accepted a dark web contract marriage with a bankrupt, paralyzed man. I moved into his rat-infested Brooklyn apartment. I pawned my only antique necklace to buy him warm clothes, cooked his meals, and even took a job as a maid to pay off his mounting debts. I thought we were just two broken people trying to survive at rock bottom. But I started noticing terrifying inconsistencies. Why did his scent exactly match the suffocating, powerful stranger who pinned me to a bed in a pitch-black hotel room just days ago? And why did my new employer's fortified Hamptons estate have military-grade thermal cameras hidden in the trees? I thought I was carefully hiding my past as a trained killer to protect a helpless cripple. I didn't know my "bankrupt" husband was actually the billionaire owner of that estate, sitting in his control room, watching my every move on the security cameras./1/116732/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a811fb817c8245da01e83de1796d01f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Foolish Bride's Secret Comeback
To repay a family debt, I pretended to have the mental capacity of a three-year-old and married the ruthless billionaire, Bryant Carson. My own sister, Keshia, hated me for it. Right before the wedding, she defaced a photo of our dead mother, slashed my face with it, and called me a retarded freak. She didn't stop there. Thinking I was just a helpless idiot, she hired thugs to kidnap me in the middle of a storm. Over a burner phone, she coldly ordered them to slice my throat and dump my body in the ocean. My biological father was no better, abandoning me entirely while desperately trying to save his sinking business contracts with the Carsons. They all thought I was a pathetic, broken toy they could abuse without consequences. They thought I was an easy target who would just cry, suck my thumb, and hide in the corner. What my rotten family didn't know was that the "idiot" bride was actually a lethal operative. After manipulating Bryant into destroying my father's company, I hacked into Keshia's devices and sent her an encrypted death threat under my alias, "Rose". The game of revenge had officially begun. But as I lay in bed faking sleep, Bryant suddenly leaned over, pressing his fingers to my racing pulse in the dark. "Little liar," he whispered./1/113760/coverorgin.jpg?v=d138ca81b80805b82fa561558a0f2b22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage With The Genius Heiress
Alysia lay on the freezing operating table, moments away from donating her kidney to her brother's fiancée. But as the anesthesia set in, a violent shock tore through her brain, awakening agonizing memories of a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand past lifetimes. She suddenly realized her family's true plan. Her brother and his fiancée weren't just taking her organ; they were secretly plotting to declare her mentally unfit post-surgery to steal her entire trust fund. When Alysia abruptly stopped the procedure and exposed the fiancée's kidney failure as the result of severe drug abuse, her family's reaction was chilling. Her father didn't care about the truth or the law. He ordered his bodyguards to lock Alysia up until she agreed to the surgery, while her brother threatened to freeze her assets and seize her late mother's penthouse. "You have no heart, Alysia. You don't deserve the Kent name," her aunt spat in disgust. For lifetimes, she had kept her head down, taking the blame and sacrificing everything for a family that viewed her as nothing more than a disposable blood bag and a financial pawn. The resignation that had clouded her eyes for so long vanished, replaced by the absolute, zero-degree cold of a glacier. Ripping the IV from her hand and leaving her family in stunned silence, Alysia walked straight out of the hospital. She had exactly forty-six hours to find a husband to secure her inheritance, and she knew exactly which ruthless billionaire CEO to target to help her burn the Kent family to the ground./0/64952/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3b2403bd4c60d2010d6ed27d2bb8aba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Sugar Baby
Desperate to make ends meet, young stripper Emma catches the eye of enigmatic billionaire Robert at the club. Their age gap and different worlds aside, he offers her a proposition: be his sugar baby and he'll take care of her financial woes. But when a surprise pregnancy tests their arrangement, Emma must navigate the billionaire's lavish lifestyle and his growing demands. When her mother's bills at the hospital has been paid, she opposed their marriage.As their relationship deepens, can she overcome her troubled past and the Billionaire's past? Or will their differences and family issues tear them apart?"/1/116733/coverorgin.jpg?v=229a0ae0576fdbb68a778224e1228cbe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Divorced Wife Is A Zillionaire
Imagine this. Your husband carries another woman out of a burning building. He doesn't recognize you. You're just the doctor. You're nobody. Same night, you find out you're not nobody. You're a secret billionaire heiress. Your real family has been searching for you for twenty-five years. You sign the divorce papers. He thinks you'll come back. One week later, you show up to the biggest gala of the year. White dress. Diamond earrings. On the arm of a man richer, hotter, and ten times more powerful than your ex. Your ex-husband's face when he sees you? Priceless. His mistress's face when she gets escorted out by security? Even better. And the new man? He's been waiting for you his entire life. He doesn't play games. He doesn't have a mistress. He just looks at you like you're the only woman in the room. This is not a love story about a girl waiting for a boy to choose her. This is a love story about a girl who chose herself. And then got everything she ever deserved./0/45398/coverorgin.jpg?v=993d0e8798c05f0a4f013131e1ddf5ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresistible Attraction: Fated to the Cold CEO
Scarlett entered into a flash marriage with a man whom she had never seen before. One year later, she filed for divorce from her mysterious husband, hoping to lead a peaceful life as a single woman. She had no idea that it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Elias, the CEO of a million-dollar company, was said to be a man who had no interest in women. Strangely, he took an interest in Scarlett. Scarlett tried all she could to get him off her back, but he just wouldn't stop. When she couldn't take it anymore, she showed him her marriage certificate and said, "I'm a married woman. I can't date you!" Elias snatched her marriage certificate and pointed to the photo on it as he smiled. "Even better! It's high time I introduced myself. Hey, I'm Elias Roberts, your husband!" Scarlett was shocked to the bone. She couldn't believe that her mysterious husband was actually the CEO of a top company! How the hell did this happen?/1/115169/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae3ff01ea5ee18b6d11de495a7200160&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The Cruel Billionaire's Deal
With only fifteen days of cash flow left to save her tech startup, Aida had no choice but to seek a five-million-dollar bridge loan from Brendan Walls, a ruthless billionaire predator. He agreed to sign the check, but on one sickening condition. He demanded Aida act as bait to get close to his corporate rival, Grayson Lott, treating her like a high-end call girl for a business transaction. Forced to comply to save her employees, Aida let Grayson take her to a windowless underground club, where he secretly spiked her whiskey. As the drugs paralyzed her body, triggering horrific flashbacks of a brutal assault from six years ago, Aida locked herself in the bathroom. She had to shatter a mirror and slice her own thigh open with a jagged shard of glass just to stay conscious enough to call Brendan for help. Brendan's armored SUV immediately smashed through the club's wall to save her, and Grayson was arrested. But lying in the hospital, the horrifying truth finally clicked in Aida's mind. The rescue was too fast. Brendan’s men hadn't rushed from Midtown; they had been parked outside the entire time. He had watched Grayson drug her and waited for the felony to happen just so he could legally seize Grayson's company. He had gambled her life and trauma for a hostile takeover. When Brendan casually tossed a signed contract and luxury car keys onto her hospital bed as hush money, the last thread of Aida's sanity snapped. "The deal is dead. NovaTech is mine. If you ever come near me again, I will kill you." Bleeding and shaking with icy rage, Aida threw the keys at his chest, formally declaring war on the monster who thought he could buy her soul./1/104375/coverorgin.jpg?v=869a6ff380b4d74a4ac10389e23d69da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Wife's Darkest Alliance
I was the perfect Sterling wife, living in a multi-million dollar Upper East Side townhouse where every hair had to be in place. I thought my only job was to look beautiful at Julian's side and maintain the image of a flawless high-society marriage. But the illusion shattered when Julian came home smelling of a cheap, floral perfume that definitely wasn't mine. I followed him to The Pierre Hotel, the very place we spent our honeymoon, and caught him in a bathrobe with a younger woman who looked at me with pure triumph. When I demanded a divorce, Julian didn't even flinch; he just laughed and showed me his true colors. He revealed he was personally funding the experimental treatment keeping my comatose father alive, and he threatened to pull the plug the moment I walked away. He told me I was nothing more than "breeding stock" needed to secure his inheritance, and I discovered his family was actively plotting to steal my father's billion-dollar medical patent. When I tried to resist, he backhanded me across the face and told me to fix my makeup because we had a gala to attend. I stood in a ballroom full of New York's elite with a bruised jaw hidden under heavy foundation, realizing that every person I trusted had been bought. My own family lawyer turned his back on me, leaving me alone in a den of wolves who were waiting for my father to die so they could strip his legacy bare. The injustice burned through my grief, turning my despair into a cold, sharp rage. I realized that playing by the rules had only made me a target, and if I wanted to survive, I had to become more dangerous than the men trying to destroy me. That was when I ran into Sebastian Sterling, Julian's uncle and the most feared predator on Wall Street. He saw the bruise Julian tried to hide and whispered that he didn't do charity, but he did hate weakness. I looked into the eyes of the man they called "The Reaper" and realized he was the only one powerful enough to help me burn the Sterling empire to the ground. "Help me," I said, stepping into his shadow. "And I'll give you everything they're trying to steal."/0/46338/coverorgin.jpg?v=06aa24c8e8517b335ae2e2d490a3cbd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vengeful Bliss
It all seemed right to Trisha, everything seemed really good for her, it was like the universe was paying back for all the struggles she had to go through with her mother. Her job seems right, her love life was beautiful, her mood was everything she wanted, and her family was filled with so much positivity, even if it wasn't the typical nuclear family. Or so she thought! The series of events that followed shook her to the core. She finds out her fiance, soon to be husband, is cheating with her step sister. Broken hearted, she was stabbed in the back yet again by her stepfather's sudden divorce announcement . She soon finds out it was all an elaborate plan between her stepsister, her stepfather and her ex fiance to steal from them and abscond. What happens when Trisha appears as the wife of the most influential bachelor in the country to their wedding? Will Trisha get her long awaited revenge? What becomes of this contracted marriage where they agreed to not invest their feelings? Will Trisha see more than meets the eye?/1/116735/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e24a6b7861f1216f5b634a42e0a9221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Accidental Wife Is A Secret Tycoon
Jaden's abusive foster parents forced her to marry a 62-year-old criminal to pay off their underground gambling debts. They treated her like human trafficking merchandise with a price tag. But the old man never made it to City Hall. Due to a chaotic mix-up in the lobby, Jaden accidentally signed the marriage certificate with the wrong man—Constantine Kensington, the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Kensington Group. When Constantine discovered the error, his eyes burned with absolute contempt. He assumed Jaden was a pathetic, gold-digging scammer who had deliberately swapped places to trap him. Instead of an annulment, he dragged her into his manor to lock her in and make her regret ever learning his name. He cut off her credit lines, threw a degrading minimum-wage internship contract at her face, and demanded she follow his draconian rules. "We sleep in separate rooms. You do not touch me. You do not cross the line," Constantine warned, his voice dripping with venom. He looked at her like she was a desperate, uneducated orphan begging for scraps. He truly believed she was just a worthless pawn entirely at his mercy, struggling to survive in his elite world. What the arrogant CEO didn't know was that the girl in the oversized hoodie was actually "King," the legendary dark web hacker who had just shorted a global conglomerate for five billion dollars right from his own guest room. Jaden looked at the pathetic ten-million-dollar divorce payoff he offered, let out a mocking smirk, and signed the contract. She would gladly use his ridiculous billionaire title as her perfect invisible shield./1/111417/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ddebfe15948283d4650fdac200c7fd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real. That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment." He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger. "Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch. He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered. I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting. My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed. He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."/0/32573/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c6cf48f7a40f193a5baaf36f36fc01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, My Wretched Love
After getting into a violent car accident, Claire woke up in a hospital in immense pain. She had thought that her husband of three years would come to see her, but unexpectedly, he strode into the ward next to hers to take care of another woman! And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he even threatened to put her in jail for that woman’s sake! "You gave me five hundred million as compensation, right? Now, I'm exchanging it for a slap on her face." Claire looked at her husband, Darren, coldly. "Let's get divorced." At that moment, Claire regretted wasting three precious years trying to win Darren's heart. It was time to end all of it./0/59637/coverorgin.jpg?v=d338e31122fb9e6ac1555f6b89a7e08c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
