Modern Books for Women
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Shotgun Wedding: Married To An Undercover Billionaire
Rhonda was a lover girl to a fault. After her boyfriend of many years lost his job, she didn't mind paying his bills. She put his needs before hers. She also babied him so he wouldn't feel depressed. And how did he pay her back? He cheated on Rhonda with her friend! Rhonda was so heartbroken. To spite her cheating ex, she seized the opportunity to get married to a man she had never met. Eliam—her husband was a traditional man. He told her that he would be responsible for all the bills at home and she didn't have to lift a finger. Rhonda sneered at him, concluding that he was one of those men who loved to boast about their ability. She thought her marriage life would be a living hell. On the contrary, Eliam turned out to be a doting, clingy, and understanding husband. He cheered her on to climb the corporate ladder. More so, he helped her with the housework and gave her the free hand to decorate their home. It didn't take long before they began to lean on each other like a team. Eliam was a problem solver. He never failed to come through for Rhonda whenever she was in a dilemma. At a glance, he seemed like an ordinary man, so Rhonda couldn't help but ask him how he was able to do so many difficult things. Eliam humbly brushed it off. In the blink of an eye, Rhonda rose to the top of her career with his help. Life was beautiful for them until one day. Rhonda stumbled on a global business magazine. A man on the front page was staring back at her. He had the face of her husband! What the hell! Was he a twin? Or was he hiding a big secret from her all this while?/0/93751/coverorgin.jpg?v=b32d359657e0e0873e956dba6efbd8b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lies, Love, And Letting Go
On the day Caroline was diagnosed with stomach cancer, she discovered a pair of lace panties in her husband's suit pocket. After three years of a hidden marriage, she received neither love nor public recognition from him. She gave up her own happiness for her adopted brother, only to see him return and embrace another woman, dismissing her completely. Her husband's rival treated her like a toy and wouldn't leave her alone. Caroline finally understood that men could not be trusted. She broke every tie and vanished without a word. Soon, the men who wronged her lost control, one by one./0/54329/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a174fdd78a63b09a916afaac92fe0ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let's Divorced
3 years old, Naya was married to her cousin, Calista. The husband — Yudha promised to be fair. But it turns out that Yuda spends more time with Calista. His second wife. Naya survived in the hope that her two daughters would not lose their father. Treatment for her second daughter's leukemia also requires a lot of money, so Naya absolutely survives for the sake of her children even though she is hurt. But unexpectedly, her first daughter, Yesi, asked for a divorce. If divorced... What about the treatment of her second daughter, who needed 2-3 dialysis treatments in one week. Naya is afraid that after the divorce the man will lose his responsibility because most men, once divorced from their ex-wives, forget about the children from their previous marriage. Will Naya agree to her daughter's proposal?/1/117686/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b8daa54942578a907ebb905abf607f7&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."/1/117687/coverorgin.jpg?v=9adb97e7946b008bf34b95b096e402a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback
I woke up in a squalid apartment with a splitting headache, realizing I had lost an entire year of my life. For twelve months, my body had been piloted by someone else. Before I could even process the agony in my brain, the family butler dragged me back to my wealthy, toxic home. That's when I found out my "other self" had publicly drugged Clay Tate, a prominent heir, turning me into a desperate, unhinged laughingstock. My father didn't care about my blackouts or the blinding pain in my head. He froze all my accounts and threatened me. "You will get on your knees, and you will apologize to their son." My stepmother fanned the flames of his rage, while my stepsister Blair played the perfect, concerned angel, secretly ensuring the whole school gossiped about how pathetic I was. When I went to school, everyone looked at me with pure disgust, treating me like a diseased pariah. I didn't even remember doing any of it. Why had the other me targeted Clay so obsessively? And to make matters worse, the only cure for my neurological torture—a rare Ghost Orchid—was snatched right in front of me by my cold-blooded arranged fiancé, Julian Astor-Vance. I refused to be their helpless scapegoat for another second. I tracked the billionaire down to a dingy convenience store and blocked his wheelchair. "Give it back to me." This time, I was taking control of my own life./0/53235/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3accc007f3da756c54752e1efc481d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tycoon's Beloved Future Cousin-in-law
Carly, reeling from the shattering discovering of her fiance's infidelity, brought home a striking male model. The next day, at a family gathering, she encountered the same "model", Kristian, who turned out to be her future cousin-in-law. He intercepted her departure, taunting, "Where are you rushing off to, dearest cousin-in-law?" Gossip soon spread as Kristian was often seen frequenting Carly's room. When questioned if he had feelings for her, Kristian dismissed it, claiming he was just toying with her. Yet Carly sensed a deeper connection, especially as Kristian had defied the odds to attend her wedding. Now, with her pinned against the wall in her bridal gown, Kristian demanded, "Are you truly going to marry my cousin?"/0/97351/coverorgin.jpg?v=4bc3a5acda17d4c1b981a33c5f9ccae7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crossed Fates
Leonard Cross has built an empire on precision, ruthlessness, and control. As the CEO of Cross Industries, his name commands fear as much as respect. To his board, he's a visionary; to the world, he's a self-made billionaire; but behind the sleek offices and power suits lies a man hollowed out by secrets - and guilt. Years ago, a hostile takeover of a smaller tech company ended in tragedy when the owner, a man named Daniel Hart, lost everything... and then his life. Leonard buried the incident and his conscience along with it, telling himself it was just business. Now, years later, Leonard runs his company like a fortress - until she walks in. Stephanie Reed arrives one morning as his newly appointed executive assistant, recommended by an elite agency. She's efficient, poised, and impossibly capable. She anticipates his every need before he even voices it. Coffee exactly the way he likes it. Meeting notes already summarized. Calls screened before he even asks. Leonard, who's fired three assistants in a month, finds himself begrudgingly impressed - and unsettled. From the very first day, there's something about her that feels too familiar. The curve of her handwriting. The way she watches him when she thinks he isn't looking. Her calm, unreadable expression when his temper flares. She never flinches - even when others do./0/93753/coverorgin.jpg?v=350f060672ad6ee6a8c2deb1972a7fdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nowhere To Run From The Cold-Hearted CEO's Obsession
Aurora didn't cry when Grayson dumped her; she vanished after his line, "Wherever I am, you can't show up." Three years on, she returned as the city's star anchor; he watched nightly, haunted. Five years on, free of his family's leash, he staged a dinner to win her back. She met him like a stranger and refused. Learning she was engaged to his nephew, he dropped restraint. By any means, he would reclaim her. As she walked away, his voice shook. "Until I die, I won't let go." In college she'd chased him, not knowing he was a Rockefeller-until his father's snub proved the gulf she'd never cross. Whether it was five years ago or now, they were never meant to be, she thought./1/113777/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c9d1da076ddba0fc40c9e17cdbb180b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Assistant's Revenge
For three years, Christina was Jackson Booker’s flawless executive assistant by day and his secret lover by night. That was until she overheard him planning his high-profile marriage to heiress Carson Wall, casually telling his partners that Christina would be easily disposed of. "Once the merger is finalized, I'll cut her a severance check. It's a non-issue." When she tried to resign, Jackson tore up her letter, forcefully assaulted her in his private elevator, and declared she was his property. The nightmare only escalated. At a corporate gala, Jackson literally handed her over to a sleazy, violent client just to secure a logistics contract. "Mr. Boggs is a VIP guest, Christina. Don't disappoint him." While Jackson walked away, the client dragged her into a hotel room and attempted to assault her. She barely escaped with her life, saved only by Jackson's powerful rival, Gaston Carter. But the ultimate humiliation came the next morning. Jackson's new fiancée, Carson, cornered Christina in the office. Carson knew everything. She deliberately pressed her manicured fingers into the fresh, dark bruises on Christina's shoulder, smiling sweetly. "You are a stress-relief toy, Christina. A dirty little secret he keeps on the payroll. And now that I am here, your playtime is over." Christina couldn't understand how the man she loved could treat her like a disposable animal, allowing his bride to torture her for sport. As she sat on the cold floor, her phone buzzed with a text from Gaston. "Let me know when you are ready to stop being a victim." The crushing despair in her chest ignited into a hot, burning fury. She picked up her phone and typed back. "I'm ready. Where do we meet?"/0/98760/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5587e60f2d631e37cd5167b05bbe374&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Doormat: Dump The Fiancé, Snag The Underworld Emperor
Clara had to die once to see who truly surrounded her-traitors and opportunists everywhere. After her rebirth, she swore to make her enemies pay. Her fiancé mocked, "You think you deserve me?" She punched him and ended the engagement. Her stepsister played innocent, but Clara shut her down with a cold retort. "Stop pretending! I'm tired of your little act!" They called her a loser, but Clara didn't bother defending herself. Instead, she revealed her real power: superstar, racing champion, and secret mogul. When her masks fell, chaos erupted. Her ex begged, and the crime lord claimed her, but Clara had already conquered them all./1/116594/coverorgin.jpg?v=2810bd4b25ff5a32cbbbe6ee89abf6a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The Tycoon's Dark Love
Chloe Sullivan finally thought she had escaped her high school nightmare. She was a successful Manhattan corporate lawyer, celebrating a massive case win. But the lounge lights flickered, and there he was. Axel Sinclair, the billionaire who had relentlessly controlled her ten years ago. He hadn't just found her; he had secretly bought her apartment building just to ambush her in her own hallway. The nightmare escalated instantly. The police refused to help, terrified of the Sinclair name. He cornered her at work, forcing her law firm to make her his personal counsel by threatening to destroy her colleagues' careers. He tracked her phone, monitored every bite of food she ate, and even bought entire restaurants just to control her diet. When the stress made her physically collapse, his bodyguards threw her into an armored car equipped with military signal jammers. "Your life is mine. I don't give you permission to die." Ten years of running, studying, and building an independent life, all shattered in a matter of days. How could the American justice system she dedicated her life to be so utterly useless against one man's capital? Why was he so sickeningly obsessed with her that he would manipulate all of New York just to cage her? As she woke up in a private hospital bed, heavily sedated and physically trapped in Axel's arms, Chloe realized a terrifying truth. He was changing his tactics, wrapping his violent madness in a suffocatingly gentle package. The physical hunt was over, but her desperate war for survival had just begun./0/76390/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef53bd18849670370ea677dd4cfed391&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered./0/93755/coverorgin.jpg?v=101be2aec5bfac867564fc041ecb6ab3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Will He Love Me When Time Runs Out?
Madelyn devoted sixteen years to loving Noah, and after finally marrying him, she believed her happiness would last forever. Instead, she faced relentless tragedy: a diagnosis of terminal brain cancer, her family's financial collapse, and her father's heartbreaking suicide. The woman Noah truly loved suddenly returned, leaving Madelyn with nothing left to hold on to. Noah dismissed her divorce request as a tantrum, but when her medical report and the signed papers landed in his hands, he was plunged into utter panic, realizing what he was about to lose./1/109399/coverorgin.jpg?v=71eacddce77e238e4c2f124b48bced09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silent No More: The Genius Ex-Wife's Revenge
The hospital ceiling was a blinding white, and I was losing my baby in a pool of rusty red. Because of my selective mutism, I couldn't scream as the doctors demanded a next-of-kin signature for the emergency surgery I needed to survive. With trembling hands, I called my husband, Julius. The line clicked open to the sound of cheering and a baby's first cry. Julius wasn't at work; he was in a delivery room, holding another woman's hand. "I'm right here, Chanelle. One last push. You can do it." When he finally realized I was on the line, his warmth vanished instantly. "Elinor? I'm busy. Don't call just to breathe on the line." He hung up while I was hemorrhaging on the gurney. Minutes later, my mother-in-law appeared not with comfort, but with a lawyer and a legal waiver. "Sign away any claim your lost child gave you, or you don't get a cent for this procedure." I signed the paper with a hand slick with blood, watching my child’s existence be erased for a few more minutes of life. When I returned home, Julius didn't ask if I was okay. He called me "barren" and "hysterical" while his mother forced a tray of raw, bloody organs into my hands, demanding I cook a recovery meal for the mistress. They thought my silence was a weakness, a padlock they could keep locked forever. They didn't know I was a forensic accountant with a secret crypto fortune and the original blueprints for every design the mistress had ever stolen from me. I realized then that I wasn't an incubator or a maid—I was the one who held the keys to their entire financial empire. I took off my five-carat ring, tossed it into the fireplace, and sent a single message to a lawyer. "It's time for total war."/1/115031/coverorgin.jpg?v=71c40cfd91771a5a73ba17e7ca86cfa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Healer's Thirty-Day Fake Marriage
Cynthia saved a dying billionaire on a train with a single silver needle, accidentally leaving her broken bracelet behind. Her greedy cousin claimed the bracelet and the credit. Cynthia didn't care. To stop her cruel aunt from pulling the plug on her uncle's life support, she cornered the paranoid billionaire, Dominic Church, into a thirty-day fake engagement. But Dominic was convinced she was a manipulative gold-digger. When his own grandmother secretly laced his mansion with aphrodisiacs to force them together, Dominic's paranoia snapped. He pinned Cynthia against the wall, his eyes filled with absolute disgust. "If you were the last woman on earth, I would cut off my own hands before I touched you." Ignoring her desperate explanations, he coldly ordered his massive bodyguard to throw her into the freezing outdoor pool. The icy water instantly triggered Cynthia's horrific childhood trauma of a deadly plane crash. Her lungs seized. As she sank into the dark depths, thrashing and suffocating, she couldn't understand why the man whose life she had saved was now ruthlessly taking hers. It wasn't until Dominic saw the security footage proving her absolute innocence that his paranoid delusions shattered. Trembling, he dropped to his knees beside her lifeless, blue body. But when Cynthia finally opened her eyes, the thirty-day contract was dead, and she was ready to make him pay./1/116752/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d9e5ad346d96a4a839be9d8ff8a4755&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape
Two years ago, Chloe witnessed a brutal mafia execution in a desolate Vegas alley. To survive, she pretended to be legally blind, clinging to the ruthless mafia boss's leg and crying for her "Uncle" to take her home. She thought her pathetic acting had fooled the grim reaper. But two years later, her best friend was violently kidnapped, and Chloe was blackmailed into wearing a revealing velvet uniform to serve drinks in a deadly VIP suite. Trembling on the floor, she knelt to pour the whiskey, only to lock eyes with the exact same mafia boss, Axel Stone. He recognized his "blind" little rabbit instantly. When a rival gang leader tried to slap Chloe for spilling a drink, Axel effortlessly caught the man's wrist, nearly breaking it. His pitch-black eyes swept over the fresh bruises on her collarbone, radiating a lethal, territorial fury before he coldly claimed her as his own. Terrified, Chloe fled to a cramped apartment and forged an HIV-positive medical report. She didn't understand why this billionaire predator was so obsessed with a random, helpless college girl. She shoved the fake report against his chest, screaming that she was dirty and infected, desperately waiting for the disgust that would finally set her free. Instead, Axel let out a dark, suppressed laugh and pinned her hard against the mattress, his kiss brutal and punishing. "Even if you are rotting from the inside out, you are mine. If you are going to die, I will go to hell with you." The running game was over, and her true nightmare had just begun./1/116753/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcab9be79a10e3b2eae55a6211350a93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captive Bride: Escaping The Masked Monster
To keep my comatose mother's heart beating in the ICU, I desperately needed two hundred thousand dollars. Instead of a loan, my aunt and uncle brought me a proxy marriage contract. They sold me to Julian Montgomery—a billionaire rumored to be a disfigured, ruthless monster—just to pay off their own bankruptcy debts. "Sign it, or they pull her plug right now." I was dragged to his gothic estate, where Julian nearly choked me in the dark on our first night. He trapped me with a fifty million dollar divorce penalty and transferred my mother to a fortress-like VIP hospital, taking absolute control of her life. He forced me to wear humiliating lingerie and play the role of a shameless gold digger to disgust his hostile family. But the most terrifying part was when he peeled off his scarred silicone mask, revealing a flawlessly handsome face underneath. Why was this manipulative psychopath spending millions on my mother's medical care? Why was he going to such extreme lengths to trap me in this hell, only to treat me worse than a maid? The answer came when his sister suddenly kicked open our bedroom door. "You think marrying this cheap whore will make you forget Luna Bloom? She's back in New York!" Feeling Julian's body instantly turn to stone at the sound of his first love's name, the truth hit me. I was nothing but a prop. But if he thought I would just lay down and be his victim, he was dead wrong./1/108149/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac32d64cfe065791dd0774ecc4fc844d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn as the Villain's Wife
I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent. This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance. My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral. The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world. Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming. But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy. "I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral." The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match./0/46200/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fb1e6b197eead13aa8aa67dc6cb74c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once A Useless Son-In-Law
"Laila. It was not about money. Remember our love." "Something more than love has come up, sign the divorce paper." David was once her Romeo, Laila, his Juliet until family members put a knife in what held them together. But none of them knew there would be a second chance. Would Laila act rashly again because more enticing things are on offer Would David be such a nice guy to forget?/0/24925/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220426170324&imageMogr2/format/webp)
