Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Stolen Legacy: A Genius Heiress Returns
I was a top-tier CTO in Boston, but I threw it all away the moment my grandmother’s heart began to fail. The only doctor who could save her was in Manhattan, protected by a wall of money and power I didn't have. Then the real blow landed: the man who destroyed my family was now a billionaire at Zenith BioTech. Conrad King hadn't just stolen my grandfather’s company; he had orchestrated the hostile takeover that led to my grandfather's stroke and left us with nothing but debt and a broken name. We moved to New York, but the city was a nightmare. The elite specialist's office laughed at my pleas, and I was nearly trampled by Sean Sterling, a cold-blooded mogul who looked at me like I was a glitch in his perfect world. My grandmother gripped my hand in her hospital bed, weeping as she begged me to stay away from the man who had ruined us. "Promise me you won't go to him," she rasped through her oxygen mask. "He'll chew you up." I promised her, but it was the biggest lie of my life. I watched the news as Conrad King smiled at charity galas, living the life that belonged to my family. The unfairness of it burned in my chest like acid. How could a thief be celebrated as a hero while we were left to die in the shadows? I'm done being the victim. I’ve sanitized my resume and applied for a position at Zenith BioTech. I’m going to infiltrate his empire, take back what he stole, and burn his smile off his face./1/117620/coverorgin.jpg?v=d87bf082505888583d34ece4289d1ade&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Husband By Contract, Lover By Heart
After one reckless night, Juliana woke beside Adrian-the husband she had not seen once in three years. Panicked, she ran, leaving behind her late father's keepsake. Society called Adrian a terrifying recluse, but he was elegant, noble, and untouchable. When Juliana kept appearing near him, he had her thrown out. "I'm married. Leave." Once their contract expired, he sent divorce papers, exactly as she wanted. That night, however, he appeared at her door and claimed her fiercely. She threatened to call the police. Adrian only smirked and showed their certificate. "Sleeping with you is my legal right."/1/116323/coverorgin.jpg?v=4099b7791a4d297eca180f1649f7ea06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Office Romance With My Husband
Breanne was secretly married to Gabriel Baldwin, the icy and ruthless CEO of Aura Design. To the rest of the company, they were nothing more than bitter professional enemies. But during the most important executive board meeting of her career, Gabriel completely crossed the line. He ruthlessly tore apart her eco-friendly resort design, publicly rejecting weeks of her sleepless nights as financially unviable and forcing her to start from scratch. The public humiliation instantly made her a target. Vicious office rumors spread like wildfire, claiming Breanne had plagiarized her designs and was sleeping with partners to climb the corporate ladder. While she fought off toxic colleagues, Gabriel's private behavior grew dangerously possessive. When a wealthy client sent her roses, Gabriel cornered her in a stalled elevator, leaving a bruised bite mark on her neck. "You belong to me, Breanne. I don't share." Breanne was pushed to her absolute breaking point. She couldn't understand why the man who shared her bed was intentionally destroying her professional reputation, only to act like a jealous, suffocating dictator in private. Why was he torturing her like this? Just as she was ready to snap and walk away from it all, Gabriel summoned her to his top-floor office. Instead of another reprimand, he slid a highly classified, red-stamped file across his mahogany desk. He hadn't rejected her project to humiliate her-he had brutally killed the pitch to protect her from a career-ending corporate spy./1/101074/coverorgin.jpg?v=52a77558f0c5d2cc3a3fa45a8ec0a7db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once The Bride He Discarded, Now The Love He Can't Forget
Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"/1/117621/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0a34fa38fd8d2c1b2c3a770fb6121bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mocked Wife To A Sister No One Dares Touch
For three years, Caroline humiliated herself chasing a love she would never receive. The day Isaac's first love returned, she signed the divorce papers and walked away without hesitation. Everyone mocked her, convinced she would be left with nothing. Instead, Caroline stepped into a life no one expected. Three powerful men appeared and revealed the truth-she was their long-lost sister and the real daughter of an elite family. Her eldest brother was a shadowy business titan, the second a world-famous surgeon, and the youngest a lawyer so fierce he made people tremble. Surrounded by love and protection, Caroline finally shone. When Isaac later knelt, begging for another chance, she smiled coldly. "Why don't you ask my brothers first?"/1/121190/coverorgin.jpg?v=17128cc9dfe99ad46243609b6b1325a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband
For three years, I was the secret wife of Bishop Reynolds, living like a ghost in a loveless marriage to fulfill my dying father's wish. Then, his true love, Janae Rose, came back to New York. The moment she returned, my mother-in-law dragged me to a clinic for an invasive fertility check, determined to expose my "barrenness." When Bishop burst into the room, I thought he had come to save me. Instead, he looked at my trembling, humiliated body with cold accusation, his eyes only softening when Janae appeared at the door. Later that night, trying to hide from them at a restaurant, a waiter accidentally spilled a tureen of scalding soup all over my back. Bishop carried me into his car to treat my severe burns, but halfway to the hospital, Janae called, crying about a broken lock at her apartment. Without a second thought, he ordered the driver to turn around, leaving me alone on the rainy street with my agonizing wounds. Standing in the freezing downpour, the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow chasm in my chest. I finally understood that no matter how much I bled for him, I would only ever be an ugly obstacle in their perfect love story. Returning to our empty mansion, I pulled out our marriage contract from the deepest drawer. The next morning, facing his furious family who demanded an explanation for his scandalous photos with Janae, I smiled calmly. "Please don't be angry with Bishop. It was my idea to keep our marriage private." As they stared at me in shock, I sent a text to my best friend. "I'm ready. Give me the name of that divorce lawyer."/1/115999/coverorgin.jpg?v=d17bf390b24eb819f7569b39aaeb2c78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced The Billionaire, Married His Boss
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth. After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money. Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out. To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club. Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort. Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job. But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold. The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company. Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer. "Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously. Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy. "Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."/0/70252/coverorgin.jpg?v=f19edd236badcc00e103bab63c2fcbe2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Wait For You, My Love
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again./0/74470/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a731ca7cddeb136445a3188cb17eba7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBORN IN VENGEANCE, REWRITTEN IN LOVE
Elena Hart once had everything, money, beauty, and a kind heart that trusted too easily. But her perfect marriage to the charming Liam Blackwood ended in betrayal and even murder, planned by him and her best friend, Serena Cole. Her whole world fell apart. Yet death wasn't the end for her. One day, Elena woke up in her 22 year old body, seven years before the day she was meant to die. Her memories were broken, but she was filled with a strong will: this time, she would write her own ending. Reborn, Elena was no helpless princess. With the knowledge of what was to come and a clever, quick mind, she stepped into a world of secret business deals, hidden family stories, and a love triangle that made her quest for revenge even more complicated. There was Adrian Voss, the mysterious rival CEO whose cold look hid a past linked to hers, and Noah Grant, her childhood friend whose quiet loyalty showed deep, unspoken love. As Elena fought against Liam and Serena's evil plans, she uncovered even darker secrets, Hart Industries was really a front for a criminal empire, her mother's death was no accident, and maybe her second chance at life was part of a strange, bigger bargain. With every twist and turn, Elena had to choose between seeking revenge or forgiving, between following love or standing on her own. But in a game where enemies wear smiles and allies hide daggers, trust could be her downfall... or her redemption./1/108213/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fc17a3e7a4bef79af1de91e164a9c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Asset: Sold To My Enemy
I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive. Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly. I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel. The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price. I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours. "I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat. I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite./1/114378/coverorgin.jpg?v=abea1747a685533ca6f862e2f131d353&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company. Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file. He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his. When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren. I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house. I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me. My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie. The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know? Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets? As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance. I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name. The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret. This time, I didn't cry or beg. "You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption." Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room./1/114054/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5915428266efc2999864db3fd8096ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Abandoned Daughter's Secret Golden Fortune
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family. But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust. "I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this." He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets. Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark. But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice. "I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan." She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold./1/121192/coverorgin.jpg?v=913a2a62fa9dd1bff948d516349e2b7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Fatal Secret Diagnosis
I was just diagnosed with terminal kidney cancer. Holding the diagnostic report, I forced myself to go home and act like everything was fine. But the moment I walked in, my husband of three years threw a manila folder at me. "Sign it. Hayleigh is back, and I made her a promise." They were divorce papers. I swallowed my grief and agreed. To protect his image, I even covered for his sudden disappearance when his strict grandfather demanded his presence. But the stress triggered my illness. While I was enduring agonizing cancer cramps to rush his grandfather to the ER for a sudden heart attack, I saw my husband in the VIP ward of the same hospital. He was tenderly holding Hayleigh in his arms. When his grandfather saw them, the old man flew into a rage, beat him with a cane, and collapsed from another severe cardiac arrest. My husband didn't check on his dying grandfather. Instead, he glared at me with pure hatred. "You did this." I stared at him in disbelief. I had silently endured a loveless marriage, covered his tracks, and was literally dying of cancer, yet he thought I orchestrated a heart attack just to frame his mistress. The last shred of my love for him shattered completely. I calmly knelt down to save the old man, deciding that after signing the papers tomorrow, I would take my medical report and vanish from Jonathon's life forever./1/128979/coverorgin.jpg?v=5bf4e279145ddbf553c5a9ad20bbd40e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress
For eighteen years, I was the Tucker family's adopted punching bag, while their biological daughter, Jessica, was treated like royalty. The moment I graduated college, they kicked me out. Brenda Tucker sneered, calling me a jinx who was bankrupting their company. But I knew the truth. They were erasing me to ensure I wouldn't ruin Jessica's chances of seducing Beckett Sinclair, a billionaire hockey heir, at an upcoming high-society banquet. She threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at my feet like I was a beggar, ordering me to never claim I knew them. My adoptive father, who had ruined his own company with terrible investments, actually grabbed my arm and demanded I beg the Sinclairs for a bailout on my way out. When I refused, they cursed me, screaming that I was destined to rot in some backwater town forever. I walked into the cold New York night with my two scuffed suitcases, feeling completely hollow. I thought I was just a discarded orphan, thrown away by the only family I had ever known. But then, an older man pulled up to the corner. He handed me a faded photograph of a woman who looked exactly like me. "Miss Chloe, I am here to take you home." That was how I found out I wasn't an abandoned orphan. I was maliciously switched at birth, and my real parents—the billionaire owners of the New York Monarchs—had been searching for me for twenty-two years./1/116650/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0b74208a1c0e3366f47f0509db43899&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Man Behind The Mask
She kissed a stranger to spite her cheating fiancé. Now the stranger has requested her by name. Iris Sullivan is nothing but a bargaining chip to her adoptive parents, who are determined to marry her off to a wealthy heir. At a masquerade ball, she catches her fiancé with another woman and, in a moment of cold rebellion, drags a masked stranger into a reckless kiss. He kisses her back with brutal intensity, sees straight through her bravado, and leaves her humiliated and breathless. The next day, she learns the stranger's possible identity: Camden Kirk, a paralyzed billionaire recluse rumored to destroy anyone who crosses him. The problem? The man on the balcony stood tall and walked. The man in the wheelchair cannot. Iris can't prove the connection, but the scent of winter cedar that clings to Camden is unmistakable-and now he's personally requested her for an interview. Camden Kirk doesn't grant interviews. He's chosen her for something else entirely./1/114379/coverorgin.jpg?v=d79e9d44bb1a2cf7a96f7869085b415d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoiling The Unfiltered Goddess With My Wealth
Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien. She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults. Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss. "You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera." Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her. But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin./1/122166/coverorgin.jpg?v=86a5f01b31c19fb19e78dd5cef38c202&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Her Love Ended, His Obsession Began
The day Hannah discovered Colton was engaged to someone else, the love she'd fought to protect broke inside her. For three years, he had adored her with devotion so fierce it almost felt real-but Hannah had never forgotten the truth: his world stood far above hers, and she was never meant to stay in it. So she ended things first. She cut off his number, left the home they once shared, and tried to rebuild a life without him. But Colton refused to vanish. He kept finding his way back, haunted by the woman he couldn't let go. Then one day, Hannah returned, with a truth that tore his world apart.../1/118273/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b9cd38c241ff1b9f2cb67310bdd90bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Bonds: The Ruthless Heiress Returns
Arlena woke up in a sterile hospital room, exactly one month before the apocalypse would unravel the world. Her grandmother and uncle were looming over her bed, shoving a clipboard into her face. It was the Bone Marrow Donation Consent form for her cousin, Brandi. They had deliberately booked her parents on a cheap European tour, isolating Arlena so they could force her to sign. In her previous life, she had given in. The donation completely crashed her immune system right before the extreme weather and societal collapse hit. While she lay weak and suffering, her family had drained her trust fund and occupied her home. Her aunt had snatched her last loaf of bread with a triumphant sneer, leaving Arlena to freeze to death in a dirty alley. Now, when Arlena rasped out a firm "No," her uncle locked the hospital door and lunged for her throat. "You need to be taught a lesson! Your parents are too soft on you. I'll do it for them!" He roared, ready to take her marrow by brute force. She stared at the monsters she called family. They never cared if the procedure would cripple her. To them, she was nothing but a spare part, a blood bag to be used up and discarded so they could steal her inheritance. But the compliant niece died in the snow. Arlena grabbed a pair of surgical scissors and plunged them straight into her uncle's hand. Tearing the consent form to shreds, she escaped the hospital to unlock her grandfather's hidden pocket dimension. This time, she would build an impenetrable doomsday fortress, and let them rot in the coming hell./1/106593/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a12edcaa0bd51bd81fda0c1d3c289ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
