Modern Books for Women
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My Dad's Bestfriend
18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition...../0/92611/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecd6c1dbaa6bd7adcd60f7e08dc5c829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession
For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."/1/106644/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f787171070b7af5eaf9c58a1495a6bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge
I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak./1/117686/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41dedbd48458fd978afdd8a53b499c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
Isabel returned to her penthouse after a grueling seventeen-hour flight, only to be greeted by the cloying scent of another woman's perfume. Her husband of three years, Darius, sat waiting with divorce papers. He wanted to marry his mistress, Dove, and offered Isabel a measly one million dollars, treating her like a greedy charity case from the Rust Belt who should just take the payout and vanish. But Isabel didn't want his pity. She demanded the four percent equity stake in his family's company that she rightfully owned—a stake worth 1.5 billion dollars. When she revealed this, the wealthy family turned vicious. They refused to acknowledge that she had secretly saved their empire from bankruptcy years ago. Instead, Darius and Dove orchestrated a brutal public execution. They ambushed her at a top law firm, spreading malicious lies that her investment money was stolen from a Ponzi scheme. They even hired a fake victim to scream at her in the lobby, successfully terrifying Isabel's lawyer into dropping her case on the spot. She had quietly rescued their entire legacy, yet they were willing to frame her as a criminal and destroy her life just to keep her rightful billions. As Darius and his mistress gloated over her absolute ruin, the most ruthless and feared lawyer in New York suddenly stepped in front of Isabel, his voice cutting through the dead silence. "Your case, I'll take it."/1/114374/coverorgin.jpg?v=619a76b36a73acfd17c1259149e5277b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Savior He Threw Away
Diana slipped on the penthouse stairs, her body emptying out as she miscarried her first baby. Gasping in a pool of her own blood, she called her husband, Curtis, begging for an ambulance. "Stop being dramatic and call the house doctor. I don't have time for your tantrums right now." He coldly hung up, and later forced her to put on a diamond necklace and attend a high-society dinner while she was actively losing their child. At the party, his mother and sister publicly mocked her pale face, while Curtis watched with absolute disgust. When she finally collapsed, he dragged her to his car, only to kick her out and abandon her on a freezing, dark highway in the middle of the night. His mistress, Carla, had faked a panic attack and claimed she was bleeding too, so he rushed to the hospital to comfort his lover, leaving his wife to bleed out on the asphalt. For three years, Diana had endured this hell, believing she had trapped him into marriage to save her father's dying company. She couldn't understand how Curtis could worship a manipulative fraud who stole the credit for saving his life years ago, while treating his real wife like garbage. But after surviving the night, Diana discovered the devastating truth: her father had willingly gone to federal prison just to buy her the protection of the Alston family name. Stripped of her illusions, Diana signed the divorce papers, giving up every single penny. She was done being their silent victim. It was time to remind them exactly who Diana Wilcox was./1/119545/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b226d7b76243d0900ccee7a769bbe0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With Dr. Temptation
At her own engagement party, Madeline watched her fiancé kiss another woman and smiled like nothing had happened. Then she pulled his cousin, Dr. Nathan Spencer, into a hotel suite and made a deal neither of them intended to keep out of the bedroom. By morning, he was teasing her performance, and she was already regretting how easily he got under her skin. But when the hunt for the truth behind her family's bankruptcy led back to Nathan, Madeline returned with another offer. "You help me, and I'll make it worth your while." Nathan pressed her against the wall, his face lowering dangerously close to hers. "So what exactly are you offering in return?" Just like that, this deal became far more tempting. Her smile was wild and alluring. "Whatever you want."/1/113834/coverorgin.jpg?v=d22388a2d7cbbc9f2332116a32f1cded&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Psychic's Spectacular Comeback
For two years, Elena played the role of the perfect, submissive wife to her wealthy husband, Andrew Macdonald, quietly swallowing the daily insults of his elite circle to appease his family. But using her hidden divination skills, she tracked his GPS to a dirty nightclub terrace and caught him tightly holding a fragile, crying woman, calling Elena a disposable "Appalachian hillbilly." "The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers. Next week, she'll be out of New York for good." Hearing Andrew promise this gently to his cheating partner, Elena stepped into the dim light, only to be met with nasty mockery from his arrogant friends, while the mistress shrank back and pretended to be an innocent victim. Andrew glared at Elena with deep annoyance, aggressively demanding she stop embarrassing him in public and go back to the countryside, fully expecting her to break down, cry, and beg him to save their marriage. Two years of cooking his meals, ironing his shirts, and enduring his family's cruel abuse were nothing but a sick joke to him, completely blind to the terrifying, ancient power she actually wielded. Instead of shedding a single tear, Elena mercilessly exposed their darkest medical and financial secrets, signed the divorce papers without taking a single dime, and stepped into her new life as the untouchable master she truly was./1/107488/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5c00c2889a2c7185e5bfbb21ab53584&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire
The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."/1/117619/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc16edb84a145677769b0da70d0c8e89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
President's Ex-Wife, Mafia Family's Precious Princess
For three years, Melanie endured a secret marriage to the President. At her mother's funeral, he arrived with the woman he truly loved. The final blow came when Melanie learned he had given away the donor heart her mother desperately needed to the other woman. Heartbroken, she signed the divorce papers and walked away. But outside the presidential residence, a fleet of luxury cars awaited her. The feared mafia boss pulled her into his arms. "Sweetheart, we've searched for you for twenty years." Melanie discovered she was the long-lost daughter of a powerful mafia family-and no one would ever hurt her again. And as for her ex-husband? He knelt for days before her doorstep, pleading for Melanie's forgiveness./1/109886/coverorgin.jpg?v=11866cd7ae1a2e1b2a373b6ca96c7dc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
"Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life." He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him. When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents. The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory. When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!"/0/86395/coverorgin.jpg?v=55bb4b33b13d15db79b49aea662af755&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."/1/120602/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d4588d74337e284e99845884521492d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival
Averie Stein was three months away from a billionaire wedding that would merge two of Manhattan's most powerful families. Then, an anonymous photo showed her fiancé, Preston, intimately holding hands with a rising starlet at a private club. Averie marched right into his VIP booth, poured a glass of whiskey over his perfectly styled hair, and dropped her five-carat engagement ring on the table. But the fallout was suffocating. Preston's mother immediately threatened her, demanding she swallow the insult to protect their stock prices. Her own family, the Steins, completely ignored her humiliation, preparing to force her back into the cheating bastard's arms just to save the corporate alliance. Averie felt a chilling despair. She had played the perfect, obedient heiress her entire life, only to be treated like a disposable pawn by everyone she trusted. How could she possibly escape this gilded cage when both billionaire dynasties were hunting her down, determined to control her fate? Just as she walked out into the cold night, a sleek Maybach pulled up to the curb. Inside sat Fielding Everett—Preston's absolute worst rival and most ruthless competitor. He handed her a tablet with a marriage contract, offering absolute protection, a hundred million dollars a year, and the ultimate revenge. "Averie Stein, marry me." Realizing this was the perfect weapon, she signed her name without hesitation. By nine a.m. the next morning, while Preston was still frantically tearing the city apart looking for her, she walked out of City Hall as Mrs. Everett./1/116452/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dd2519bdf860b90b68bfc3662139193&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Less than two hours after Brooklyn pushed a baby out of her body, her husband walked into the VIP delivery room. But he didn't come to hold their newborn. Instead, his assistant tossed a thick stack of papers and a ten-million-dollar check onto her trembling legs. It was a divorce settlement. Baron looked down at her pale, exhausted face with pure, clinical detachment. "Agnes is back. I needed a wife to secure my company shares, and you needed a roof over your head. The transaction is over." He didn't even glance at the crying infant in the incubator. He just checked his luxury watch, complained about being late for a board meeting, and walked out. Minutes later, the head nurse barged in, her eyes dripping with contempt. She announced that Baron had revoked Brooklyn's VIP privileges and ordered her to move to the general ward immediately. Brooklyn stared at the ceiling, her core muscles screaming in agony from the delivery. Her three years of total devotion, their marriage, and their child were nothing but a cheap, insulting joke to him. In his eyes, she was just a pathetic, poor girl who could be easily bought off and thrown away like trash. The last ember of love in her heart turned to ash, replaced by a terrifying coldness. She calmly ripped the ten-million-dollar check into tiny pieces. Then, she ripped out her IV needle, picked up a heavily encrypted phone she hadn't used in three years, and dialed a number. "I need the chief legal counsel and the tactical security team at Mount Sinai Hospital in exactly thirty minutes." It was time for the real billionaire heiress of Beverly Hills to go home./0/75467/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2835093054a46d30abf3a1af03e9ad0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce And Shine: Too Late To Say Sorry
For two years Caitlin quietly wore Isaac's ring, trying to melt the frost from his heart-until his first love returned, pregnant. Devastated and hiding her own pregnancy, Caitlin presented divorce papers. Isaac ripped them apart with a sneer, "Tired of your games already?" Later, Caitlin stormed back into the spotlight-a billionaire designer with endless admirers. Desperate, Isaac pinned her to the wall, pleading, "Honey, give me one more chance."/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./1/122164/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a4b1b88d7382cc74820e71d0cb0d809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrath Of The Phoenix: She Came Back From The Ashes
Gracie died in a fire her fake sister Cathy had set, listening as Cathy laughed that her parents, brothers, and fiancé would soon belong to her. Reborn soon after being brought home, Gracie stopped begging for family love and refused to be trampled again. Accused of pushing someone down the stairs? Fine-she'd make it real. Steal her place? Crush her pride? Fine-she'd take back every single thing her fake sister treasured. After taking back her stolen room, she found a hidden phone and uncovered the filth: Cathy had used Gracie's photos to lure rich heirs, including Aiden, the cold, untouchable magnate. If Cathy loved using her looks to charm men and claw her way up the social ladder-then fine. This time, she'd play the game herself. Those men Cathy had collected? She'd reel them all in. So Gracie deleted Aiden's contact and waited for him to return and swear to protect her forever./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./1/121814/coverorgin.jpg?v=5475f1b87ea0ef47dd7f2fbf933bebab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Let Her Bleed, Now He Begs For Her Love
In the second year of their marriage, Elianna became pregnant. She was overjoyed, but her happiness was shattered when she received a divorce agreement. A car accident left Elianna lying motionless, her body drenched in blood. She begged him to save their child, but all she could do was watch helplessly as he walked away, holding another woman in his arms. Overwhelmed by despair, she closed her eyes. Later, it was said that there was a name that no one dared to speak of in front of him. At her wedding, he fell to his knees. "You want to marry another man while carrying my child?"/0/92811/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6a58467c814dabe499538a9b77737c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."/1/120274/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f300b789b9c1876c1d6ee3a9c80c8e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
