Modern Books for Women
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We Meet Again, After All These Years
Ten years ago, her family was destroyed. Alya Rivas broke off her engagement with Archer Garcia and fled without a word.Ten years later, she returns to the capital, hoping to live quietly in the shadows-only to run straight into him, now a man of immense power and influence. He traps her in his world, his eyes dark with obsession and possession:"You ran for ten years. Now it's time you came back."Old grudges linger, old love burns bright. In this glittering, cold capital, nights will no longer let her rest./1/105656/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0a48de4dc2378387e9f2eada4f60fa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Drove His Mute Wife Away, Now He Regrets
For three years, Adrian's heart belonged to another, and his wife Jessica-mute and unloved-endured his coldness. Realizing she deserved better, she quietly left him, divorce papers on the table. Adrian tore them up, accusing her of childish games, but Jessica had no interest in wasting more of her life. After their split, her voice returned and she was suddenly surrounded by admirers. Adrian, blinded by jealousy, begged her to come back. Jessica only laughed, repeating his own words, saying, "Didn't you say love is the most worthless thing in the world?" Now, she'd never look back./0/21493/coverorgin.jpg?v=4029ce04ff53b1134ccdebe71e6bb578&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prologue: Loving Blake Coster
Prologue Blake Coster One of the richest Billionaire in America. He got the face, the money and fame. He always get what he wants and now he wants the heritage that his grandfather, he has to find a bride but love is his number one enemy, he hates it. Love ruins his family and he doesn't want it ruin him. Jean Verodine a Victoria Secret model, she's a ball of sunshine. Everyone loves her, who doesn't? She's sweet, smart and beautiful. Life is not that perfect because her past kept chasing her./1/115981/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c6b9337bc98b30036d9467c410d2ca6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire
Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study. In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir. Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor’s billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown. When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter. "You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!" They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire? Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun./1/116451/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca80ab150c8518486ee3db5662e5f013&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage
Ila, a fallen Beverly Hills heiress, was working as a lowly waitress to keep her dying father's life support machines running. But at a luxury mansion party, her former friends intentionally tripped her, poured red wine over her head, and shoved her into the pool. Her ex-fiancé, Jaret, just watched her humiliation in deafening silence. Desperate for cash, she took a degrading gig at an exclusive yacht party, only to be cornered by Flint Keaton, a ruthless Hollywood mogul. Flint violently assaulted her, ripped off her mask, and revealed a sickening truth to the laughing crowd. "Did he tell you?" Flint mocked loudly. "It was Jaret's signature that authorized the short-selling of the Meyers trust." Jaret's family had profited millions on the exact day her father had his heart attack, and now Jaret stood by while Flint threatened to drag her to his private cabin. Cornered against the yacht's railing with the churning ocean below, Ila's heart shattered completely. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could orchestrate her family's total destruction, leaving her to be torn apart by these elite wolves. Through the flashing strobe lights, her panicked eyes locked onto a solitary figure watching from the VIP balcony. Conner McCormick, the terrifying billionaire who had previously demanded her absolute submission in exchange for his protection. Shedding her last shred of pride, Ila broke through the crowd, scrambled up the metal stairs, and threw herself at his feet. "I accept your proposal!" she screamed over the ambient noise, begging him in front of the entire party. "Marry me! Own me! Do whatever you want with me! Just save me from him!"/0/72023/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7bc6df8293c209656403725d858c2fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When A Marriage Of Convenience Sparks A Dangerous Passion
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"/1/116452/coverorgin.jpg?v=90a7ab735adbf4921acd8898e0d25a00&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./0/79220/coverorgin.jpg?v=d14ac1c63eace9d1b5e1f443831e23b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Love and Revenge: Return of the real Heiress!
After her mother's mysterious death, Ava Fletcher's world shattered. What began as a young woman's dream turned into a mission for vengeance which is to bring down the Cross family empire and uncover the truth behind her mother's fate. Until one reckless night in Florida changes everything. A fiery one-night stand and Ava walks away believing it was a mistake she will never repeat. Until she starts her new job and discovers her boss is none other than Jace Cross,the powerful CEO, her one night stand and the son of the man she plans to destroy. Caught between passion and vengeance, Ava hides her true identity while Jace grows dangerously obsessed with her.Ava finds an unexpected ally in Liam,a charming friend who seems to support her mission. Yet the deeper she goes, the more she realizes Liam's intentions may be far more dangerous than Jace's secrets,the Cross family, and the shocking truth that she might be the real heiress of the empire she came to ruin./0/72024/coverorgin.jpg?v=1854d3a6d458926d736e303954652c50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Is The Devil Himself
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."/1/114106/coverorgin.jpg?v=47b807d352f6e6ed69368be159207266&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comatose Billionaire's Shotgun Bride: Now They Kneel to Me
Natalie got pregnant accidentally, but her boyfriend's first love returned and turned her into the town's favorite joke. Everyone called her useless while praising her adopted sister, never realizing Natalie was the hidden mind behind her family's rise. Their designer fame, film awards, hit songs, and idol careers all existed because of her. Still, they betrayed her and forced her to marry a comatose man for profit. When her identity came out, regret arrived too late. Her ex begged for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. Can you forgive me for the child's sake?" But a powerful man held Natalie close. "Our child has nothing to do with you."/1/116453/coverorgin.jpg?v=63718efd3e1d5a99d2d905af2c88f5b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress Strikes Back Hard
Evelyn Beaumont signed the heavy divorce settlement, severing her marriage to billionaire Kalen Sterling. She thought giving up her title as his wife would finally save her family's empire from his hostile takeover. But Kalen didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to completely destroy her. He orchestrated a media circus, letting his rumored new mistress humiliate Evelyn in front of a swarm of paparazzi. When Evelyn fought back and secured a critical business deal to ruin his plans, Kalen's retaliation was devastating. He crashed her high-society birthday gala and plunged the massive ballroom into darkness. "But, as your former husband, how could I show up tonight without bringing you a very... special gift?" Under a blinding spotlight, he unveiled a grotesque statue of a naked, chained woman wearing Evelyn's crown, begging at the feet of a faceless master. The base was painted in dripping red letters: To my loyal ex-wife, who always kneels for the wrong master. A wave of horrified gasps swept through the elite crowd. Evelyn's pride was publicly crushed into dust as hundreds of eyes burned into her skin with sick amusement and pity. She couldn't understand this absolute psychopath. He had already used their marriage as a bargaining chip to steal her shares. So why was he looking at her with such dark, twisted hunger? Why was he so obsessed with humiliating her? Driven by pure, homicidal rage, Evelyn broke into his pitch-black penthouse that night with a steel golf club. But instead of a fight to the death, Kalen pinned her to the sofa and smashed his mouth against hers with a brutal, desperate hunger./1/114263/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2eb475f06b1312fa94e416bf91c4ca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
To the world, I was the perfect, placid wife of Giovanni Baldwin, the King of Wall Street. But at the pinnacle of New York's social calendar, he deliberately flicked his wrist, splashing his red wine all over my white silk gown to publicly humiliate me. When we got back to the penthouse, he shoved me to the cold marble floor in front of a life-sized portrait of his dead lover. His fingers wrapped around my throat as he ordered me to clean up the stain like a servant. To break me entirely, he froze my accounts, aggressively targeted my secret fashion company, and heavily sedated my disabled brother to maintain legal control over him. When his dead lover's sister committed massive corporate fraud, Giovanni ruthlessly framed me for the crime, forcing me to stand before flashing cameras and take the fall just to keep her out of prison. Looking at his triumphant smile backstage, the last ember of the girl I used to be turned to ash. I finally understood that our marriage was nothing but a hostile contract, and I was just a disposable scapegoat for his endless grief. "This is no longer about escaping. This is about justice." I took off my wedding ring, liquidated every cent of my hidden personal assets, and ordered my team to launch a ruthless hostile takeover of his entire empire./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."/1/105816/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1aeb8a5a033c91eedd0a96d9c9876b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress: Rising From Betrayal
I woke up in a sterile hospital bed with the smell of antiseptic burning my throat, having just had my stomach pumped six hours ago. Before the sedatives even wore off, my mother called, not to ask if I was alive, but to demand I show up at my sister’s birthday gala in two hours. To her, I wasn't a daughter; I was a three-hundred-million-dollar signature needed for a corporate merger. She didn't care that I was suicidal, or that my fiancé, Franco, was currently at a luxury hotel with his "secretary" while I was hooked up to an IV. At the gala, the humiliation only deepened. I watched my fiancé walk in with his mistress, the air thick with her cloying perfume. When my grandmother’s "lost" emeralds—my rightful inheritance—spilled out of the mistress’s purse, my mother didn't flinch. Instead, she hissed at me to give them back to avoid a scene. My sister, the "perfect" golden child, took the stage and told the elite crowd that I was mentally unstable and "confused" due to my medication. I stood there, drenched in champagne and bleeding from a glass shard, while my own family gaslighted me in front of the world's press. Franco didn't even look at me as he shielded his mistress from the cameras, leaving me to stand alone in the wreckage of a life they had dismantled. I realized then that my parents didn't want a daughter; they wanted a pawn who wouldn't talk back. Why was my life worth less than a line item in a budget? How could a mother hand her daughter’s legacy to a mistress just to keep a contract intact? As my sister lunged at me in a fit of rage, I kicked her into the infinity pool and watched the "perfect" family mask finally shatter. I didn't wait for them to pull me down; I let the weight of my gown drag me into the dark water myself. Let them think the broken Kalea Alexander is gone. When I surface, I’m not coming back as a daughter—I’m coming back as their worst nightmare./1/105660/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8c4e516668aeabaae4d8ae5d6ff2c51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Hundred Years Later: The New Era Belongs To Me
Alice, a government-trained genius scientist and surgeon, vanished overnight. She woke a century later to find her once-clingy baby boy now the nation's richest man-a frail centenarian on his deathbed. Her grandkids were older than she was. She forced the iron gates, removed his brain tumor, and finished in five minutes. However, the grandkids aimed guns. "Impostor!" "Fraud!" "Arrest her!" Then the comatose tycoon sat up, slapped his son, and growled, "Who allowed you to be rude to your grandmother, you ungrateful brat?" The security agency stepped in. "Please cease all disrespectful actions." The academy announced, "Her return is our greatest blessing." The top medical school pledged support. "We are all committed to unconditionally supporting Dr. Wright."/0/97056/coverorgin.jpg?v=128c16c8379657d0702c7998eb1f69ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Our Little Cupid: The Tycoon's Child In My Arms
After being forced out of her marriage because she could not have children, Allison's heart broke into pieces. She left for a sleepy town, hoping to find peace and mend her wounds. One day, she stumbled upon an abandoned baby boy and chose to raise him alone. Four years slipped by. One morning, a fleet of luxury cars rolled up to her modest house. A well-dressed man stepped out, holding a card. "Here's two million. Take it for raising my son." With a sly grin, the man replied, "Then both of you come home with me." Allison drew the child close. "He's my family. I will not let him go!"/1/115985/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded9d452198242189d1e3b6c3dc9c5cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room. Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art. The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature. "You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly. Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls. Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards. When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor. She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life. Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier? Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire? Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch. And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow. The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate./1/115516/coverorgin.jpg?v=cff57b76141ef298c83a7d1427d48ed2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scumbag's Regret: My Lethal Comeback
When Karina opened her eyes, she had transmigrated from a blood-soaked war zone into the body of a despised, D-list Hollywood "vase." Before she could even process the glaring lights, the lead actress went entirely off-script, swinging a vicious slap right at her face. Karina's muscle memory took over, nearly crushing the woman's wrist in a steel grip, but a much harsher reality was waiting for her back home. The original owner had maxed out every credit card to buy a Ferrari and Rolexes for a scumbag idol named Kole, leaving Karina buried under a staggering three million dollar debt. To make matters worse, Kole and the lead actress were teaming up as the main couple on a hit wilderness dating show. Her agent told her she was contractually obligated to join the cast as their pathetic, obsessed ex-girlfriend, while millions of rabid fans spammed death threats online, waiting to watch her cry and break. To a warlord who had crawled out of mass graves, this cyberbullying was a joke, but the crushing capitalist debt was a real threat. "I'd like to see how hard the bones of these greenhouse flowers really are." Karina chopped off her cheap blonde hair, scrubbed off the hideous makeup to reveal a lethal, flawless face, and packed her tactical survival gear. If they wanted to use her as a stepping stone, she was going to show them what a real massacre looked like—while a certain untouchable A-list actor secretly listened to every bloodthirsty thought echoing in her mind./1/105817/coverorgin.jpg?v=c748f1ef66f8ecd37797fe4917fb7ef3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns
I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress. The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton’s "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed. Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so." The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position. I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night. Easton thinks I’m a penniless housewife who won’t last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I’m Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I’m returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees./1/115047/coverorgin.jpg?v=978f0eeb18bb77125ad019c654b60d6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
