Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Marry The Ceo Politician
"Which politician will marry a woman who went to prison for murder?" Vivian Shelton just got out of prison and she received the shock of her life – she found her boyfriend in bed with someone else. Her devastation made her end up in the bed of an unknown man but life wasn't about to treat her right. Kurt Nelson is a 47 years old billionaire who has his chains of investments all over New York. The moment he goes into politics, he needs just one thing to win against his opponent. A bride. But he is old, rich and good looking. After his past relationships, Aiden didn't just want any woman, he wants a classy woman that meets his own standard. But having a woman came at a great cost Aiden didn't even have the money to pay for./0/94738/coverorgin.jpg?v=6349b18e21ae72fdf395350c85092221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prisoner No More, Queen Of The Game
Imprisoned at twenty and freed at twenty-three, she spent three years sharpening her skills-enough to crush her enemies. In her previous life, she was betrayed by her parents and brother, taking the fall for an impostor's crime. Tortured in prison while the impostor lived in luxury, she died with hatred in her heart-only to awaken at the start of her sentence. This time, innocence abandoned, she mastered finance, combat, and power behind bars. Three years later, she emerged as a force in business. Her revenge set in motion, a ruthless tycoon appeared. He cornered her against the wall, his fingers tracing her neck as his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. "Let me join your quest for revenge."/1/105063/coverorgin.jpg?v=b90b70bf7c2465a9ef2023d3e7250f3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce
I spent three years as the perfect, silent wife to billionaire Ezequiel Sanford, enduring a marriage colder than the marble floors of our Manhattan mansion. The day I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test was the same day my world burned down. I found Ezequiel at the hospital, but he wasn't there for me. He was cradling his ex-girlfriend, Alexa, with a gentleness he had never shown me, while my own father was being rushed into the ICU after a suicide attempt triggered by our family's bankruptcy. Instead of comfort, Ezequiel handed me divorce papers. He had checked a box that read "No Issue of Marriage," effectively erasing any claim I had to his legacy. He blackmailed me, promising to save my father’s company only if I signed away every cent of alimony and walked away with nothing. When Alexa called him claiming an emergency, Ezequiel shoved me aside so violently I hit the sharp corner of his glass desk. As I collapsed to the floor, clutching my abdomen in sudden, searing pain, he didn't even look back. "Stop acting," he sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "It’s pathetic. I will never love you, Claudia, no matter how many times you fall down." He walked out to be with her, leaving me bleeding on his office carpet with the secret he had spent years trying to avoid. He thought I was a gold-digger faking a crisis, never realizing I was actually carrying the Sanford heir he claimed didn't exist. Now, I’m hiding in a private clinic while my husband’s security team scours the city for me. My childhood friend just handed me a one-way ticket to Paris and a chance to restart the medical career I sacrificed for a lie. The money just hit my father's account. I’m signing the papers and disappearing. By the time Ezequiel realizes what he’s lost, I’ll be a world away, and he’ll never even know my child’s name./1/106471/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c036505d498e02449e73c06276225ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
My husband Kamden and I were the most powerful couple in New York, an unbreakable alliance of wealth and influence. To the world, we were perfect, especially with our new baby daughter, Penny, waiting for us at home. But the illusion shattered at the Jasper Stone gala when Cason Vincent walked in. He wasn't just a rival; he was a dead ringer for Kamden—a cruel, predatory mirror image who seemed to know the secrets of the year I spent in London. In front of the city’s elite, a socialite screamed that I was a fraud, accusing me of using Kamden as a "substitute" for the man I truly loved. The music stopped, and the room turned into a sea of judgmental whispers. I expected my husband to shield me, but the paranoia in his eyes was sharper than any rumor. He grabbed my scarred left hand—the one I had ruined to save his life years ago—and squeezed it until I winced in pain. "Am I just a replacement?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a terrifying insecurity. He didn't see the wife who had sacrificed her world-class piano career for him; he saw a woman who had settled for a copy. The injustice of it felt like a physical blow. I had destroyed my body and my future to keep him safe, yet he was ready to believe a stranger’s lies over three years of marriage. He didn't want the truth; he wanted me to beg for his forgiveness for a sin I never committed. I realized then that my silence wasn't an admission of guilt, but my last shred of dignity. I pulled my hand away and walked out of the gala alone, leaving Kamden standing face-to-face with the man who had come to dismantle our lives./1/105376/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef1db1b43ca908dd55a0bdf9bb4d35d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge
My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call. While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child’s life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora. The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her. Clifton stood by and watched, telling me I was too "hysterical" to be a mother. But then I discovered the real reason they were hiding her. My husband was illegally using my late mother’s rare bone marrow samples to treat Eleanora’s secret blood disorder. Now that those samples are failing, he is taking Lily to a secluded castle in Germany to harvest our daughter’s marrow for his mistress. I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie—it was a biological harvest. They think I’m just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me. They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I’ve stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I’ll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator./1/115701/coverorgin.jpg?v=723cbf8025bac20468b1f6f3bfc56a40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Undercover Heiress: The Ruthless CEO's Trap
Eleonore was the secret apprentice of a master jeweler and the hidden heir to the Pierce family legacy. She spent two years in brutal training, hiding her immense talent from the world. But just as she was ready to step out of the shadows, her grandfather's final masterpiece—the lost symbol of her family—surfaced at an auction. Before she could even place a bid, it was bought in a private sale by Keaton Kaufman, the ruthless CEO of the Carlyle Group and her mentor's greatest enemy. Eleonore desperately tried to buy it back, offering double the price through powerful connections. Keaton coldly refused all offers. Instead, he went on live television and announced that the priceless Pierce family artifact would be used as a mere corporate carrot. "This piece will be the grand prize for our internal design competition," Keaton declared to the cameras. Eleonore's fingernails dug into her palms until they bled. He didn't care about the craftsmanship or her family's history; he was just using her grandfather's legacy as a pawn to stress-test his own employees. The wall between her and her family's heirloom was made of billions of dollars, and she had no way to break it down from the outside. So, she made a reckless decision. She deleted her elite background, stripped away her protective armor, and created a fake resume as a desperate, entry-level nobody. She clicked send on her job application to the Carlyle Group. If she couldn't buy her family's legacy back, she was going to infiltrate his empire and win it back herself./1/106628/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e4f1423cd53f79ae03bf1cc18de25f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
I spent a year hiding my lethal skills behind the stiff polyester uniform of a hotel butler. To the world, I’m just Betsey Madden, a "charity case" scrubbing floors at The Elysium to solve the mystery of my mother’s suspicious death. On the anniversary of her passing, my manager decided to humiliate me by assigning me to the Penthouse to serve Celestino Franklin, a billionaire known as the "Butcher of Wall Street" who supposedly eats staff for breakfast. When I stepped into the suite, I found the pristine white carpet stained with fresh blood and a wounded man lunging at me from the shadows. I didn't scream; I instinctively dropped into a combat stance I hadn't used since my days as a shadow operative in Vienna, pinning the billionaire before he could even blink. I had to choose between letting him bleed out or revealing that I was far more than a girl who folds napkins for minimum wage. I chose to save him, stitching his gunshot wound with a surgical precision that no ordinary servant should ever possess. As he gripped my wrist, the air turned cold. He didn't smell like a typical CEO; he carried the sharp scent of sandalwood and expensive scotch—the exact, intoxicating aroma of the man from the nightmares I’ve had since the night my mother died. "You have good hands," he rasped, his storm-gray eyes seeing right through my pale foundation and fake exhaustion. "You're wasting them on silver polish." I realized then that my cover wasn't just blown; it was the bait that had finally caught the monster I was looking for. I came to this hotel to find a killer, but I never expected my prime suspect to be the man now demanding I become his personal shadow. The hunt for the truth just turned into a deadly dance with a predator who knows exactly who I am, and I’m not leaving until I find out if he’s my savior or my mother's murderer./1/116640/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b7bafaea13c712077e65715c86baf93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife And Her Secret Pregnancy
After enduring brutal IVF injections entirely alone to protect her husband's fragile ego about his infertility, Evelyn finally received a positive pregnancy test. But when she rushed to his Wall Street office to share the news, she found him kneeling on the floor, tenderly icing a microscopic scratch on his ex-girlfriend Gigi's ankle. Gigi had snooped through Evelyn's bathroom, found her old fertility drugs, and casually left them on his desk. Chadwick threw the pill bottle at Evelyn's feet, mocking her for being a barren liar and accusing her of faking a pregnancy just to guilt-trip him. When Gigi deliberately threw herself onto the lobby floor, he roared at Evelyn in front of fifty employees, calling his own wife a vicious monster. He even used her dying mother's cancer treatment to blackmail Evelyn into dropping the divorce for the sake of his corporate image. That night, just as Evelyn prepared a candlelit dinner to show him the official lab report, he abandoned her to rush to the ER because Gigi claimed she was in a horrific car accident. Evelyn followed him, only to watch him fiercely holding Gigi over a tiny paper cut, treating his ex like fragile glass. She finally realized that her years of silent sacrifice and the tiny life growing inside her meant absolutely nothing to him. As paparazzi swarmed the hospital to broadcast his affair, Chadwick's billionaire rival stepped up and shielded Evelyn from the cameras. "Are you finally ready to dissolve the prenuptial agreement?" This time, Evelyn didn't hesitate. She was ready to destroy them both./1/115545/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e71ca324722c318917528f7a2140cbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Paralyzed Husband
I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump. "This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth. "Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant—the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project. I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears. Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist./1/115858/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a22bb4155600255b7cd10d440172992&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day. I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather. They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die. To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor. When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need." Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts. "If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug." Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand. My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left. I didn't cry or beg them anymore. Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card. It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle. If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell./0/45305/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c875b2851e5d393c62be52f94011a8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bride Is Far Away
After facing numerous hurdles, uncovering deep secrets, and battling dangerous adversaries, the protagonist discovers a hidden island that holds the key to unraveling the entire conspiracy. This mysterious island, shrouded in myths and legends, becomes a pivotal turning point in the story. It holds long-lost treasures, but also traps the protagonist and their allies in a dangerous situation where trust is tested and alliances crumble. The island reveals a hidden love story from the past, intertwining the lives of the main characters in an unexpected way. As the protagonist races against time to solve the final puzzle and save their beloved, they must navigate treacherous waters, confront their own vulnerabilities, and make difficult choices to ultimately overcome the final obstacles and find true happiness./1/113668/coverorgin.jpg?v=11c025f44c8e69be65d1a7b123659a93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secretary's Fake Rockstar Husband
For twelve years, Cora lived in silent agony, loving her boss Bennett Hodges while serving as his perfect, invisible secretary. But after one night of drunken despair, she woke up in a stranger's penthouse. The man, an indie musician named Callum, showed her viral paparazzi photos of her ripping his shirt off and demanded a fake marriage to save his career. Cora immediately agreed, desperately needing a legal shield. Bennett had just ordered her to attend a gala as the personal date of a billionaire known for sending women to the ER. When Cora refused and showed Bennett her marriage certificate, he thought it was a pathetic bluff. To force her submission, Bennett froze her entire savings, permanently denied her hard-earned department transfer, and watched with a smug smile as his sister humiliated Cora for being the "maid's daughter." He wanted to completely destroy her life until she crawled back begging. Looking at her ruined design portfolio scattered on the floor, Cora felt her heart turn to ice. She had dedicated her entire youth to a man who saw her as nothing more than a piece of furniture that knew its place. How could she have blindly loved such a cruel, controlling monster for so long? The violent shaking in her hands stopped, replaced by a terrifying calm. "I have documented every single abusive directive from this office." She flashed the massive diamond her new fake husband had given her, threatened to burn Bennett's pristine reputation to the ground, and finally walked away./1/114294/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4c8529eedc889bbfca1c9d4d15dfe1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband
For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe. But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table. He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand—a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago. When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust. "I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of." He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid. Dara's heart completely shattered. She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash. With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever. But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate. When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong. She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror. They had swapped bodies. Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand./0/64860/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b8d4aaa533825c47ddbbfe60b216439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Perfect Bride: A Deal With The Devil In Disguise
Everyone believed that Leyla, inheriting a slyness from her aunt, adeptly drew in married men while presenting an innocent front. Unexpectedly, she became the infamous playboy Colton's wife after just one intense encounter, causing many to speculate about the motives behind their rushed marriage. Initially perceived as a mere transaction, the nature of their relationship took a turn at a party where an emotional Colton grabbed Leyla's wrist and, with a voice laced with raw vulnerability, asked, "Can you love me a bit more?" It was then she realized the truth—he had been pulling the strings of their relationship from the very beginning./1/112887/coverorgin.jpg?v=b11f2726237d58d517f66c7955071760&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Debt: The Billionaire's Captive
On her eighteenth birthday, Elinor thought she was finally an adult. But a single text message reminded her she was just property. Boyd Walker, the ruthless billionaire who dictated her every breath, threw a contract onto her bed. He had bought her adoptive father's medical debt—one billion dollars. And she was the sole collateral. The punishment for even a hint of rebellion was catastrophic. When her disabled friend tried to check on her, Boyd had his good leg shattered in front of a live security feed just to teach her a lesson. When she fought off an entitled frat boy at school and came back with a bleeding arm, Boyd didn't comfort her. Driven by a twisted, suffocating jealousy, he held her under a freezing bath, then tied a red thread with a silver bell around her ankle. "You are a pet that needs to learn its boundaries." Every time she moved, the high-pitched ring was a humiliating reminder of her gilded cage. The billion-dollar debt was a chain she could never break, and the monster holding the leash would destroy anyone who dared to help her. Stripped of her money, her friends, and her dignity, Elinor lay completely still in the dark room for three days, refusing all food and water. If Boyd wouldn't give her freedom, she would take the only thing she had left to control—her own death./0/91456/coverorgin.jpg?v=5158658134ecca19d67bd7e98e72238f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mockery To Makeover: The Ugly Wife Who Redefined Beauty
No one saw it coming when the world's richest man said yes to a proposal from a woman who weighed 200 pounds. People waited for her to become a joke, only for Elijah to marry her without hesitation. The upper class was left speechless. "Who would've imagined he'd pick someone like her?" Soon, the so-called ugly wife amazed them, becoming a striking woman who easily handled troublemakers and outsmarted rivals. They grumbled, "She's nothing like she appears!" Elijah shrugged. "My wife is sweet and gentle. You're making things up." In private, he held the woman in his arms and teased, "Don't let them see what you can do. They'll feel threatened!"/1/106474/coverorgin.jpg?v=9de41172160b7cc774cab30828035d27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ruin: The Discarded Heiress
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my body feeling like a hollowed-out shell. For fifteen years, I had been the "spare part" of the wealthy Kensington family, a foster child kept only as a biological resource for their golden daughter, Jenna. My adoptive mother, Kathryn, walked in with a cold-eyed doctor, discussing me like an old car needing parts. They were planning another bone marrow "harvest" for the next morning, even though the doctor admitted the procedure was risky because my body hadn't recovered from the last extraction. "Passable is fine," Kathryn said, waving away the danger to my life like she was swatting a fly. "Just get it done. It's her only value." Jenna arrived in a wheelchair, putting on a performance of fragile sisterly love while actually glowing with health from the blood I had given her months ago. I watched as the doctor callously jabbed a needle into my arm, missing the vein on purpose, before turning off my pain medication pump as a final act of petty cruelty. They left me there to rot, convinced I was just a dull, submissive girl with nowhere to go. I lay in the silence, feeling the weight of every scrap they’d fed me and every hand-me-down I’d worn while Jenna lived in luxury. I realized I was never a daughter to them; I was an organ farm meant to be drained until I was empty. But as the door clicked shut, the fog of sedation in my brain finally lifted, replaced by a cold, predatory stillness. "Oracle," my mind whispered. "Online." I ripped the IV from my arm and escaped into the night, turning a five-dollar piece of junk into a six-million-dollar fortune in the city's darkest underground markets. By the time I returned to the Kensington Manor, I wasn't the useless foster girl they remembered—I was a predator with a massive bank account and a plan to take back everything they stole from me./0/22311/coverorgin.jpg?v=8597cfdbe90507c7efbbba5da465d52b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Red Dragon's Lair
An orphan girl who was bullied in her childhood, grew up in the slums along with her brother seeing the underbelly of the city full of crime and greed. Her brother intervened when his friends were trying to teach her a 'lesson' and was killed for it. That night she decided she was never going to be weak again and she would be the nemesis of crime. Her most recent case leads to a face off with a drug lord who works in multiple countries and runs human trafficking rings. Will she survive the dangerous drug mafia who stop at nothing? She got in touch with a social organisation and got herself into schooling. One step at a time she completed her education and became a cop. She meets Andy when he visits her police station to file a complaint against Sushant for assault on Mia, his best friend. Andy is an IT professional working with a multinational company. Mia and Andy were best friends since high school. A good looking athletic guy with the best brains, he soon loses his job to office politics. Takes it as an opportunity and creates the most successful startup of the country. Anya is an integral part of his journey. Andy's start up funder is a woman connected with film and drugs industry. What will he have to give up to realise his big dream? His money and Anya's job brings glamour, decadence and dangerous liaisons into their lives. They come together to create a volatile mixture of passionate love, ruthless crime, base desires, human degradation, death and devastation; where his life hangs on a thread. How much will she go through before she breaks?/1/116330/coverorgin.jpg?v=0dcb677fe56c6703c1fb224628e8e2a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villainous Wife's Spectacular Comeback
For two years, Aria was a prisoner in her own body, forced to watch helplessly as a parasitic "System" hijacked her life. The nightmare shattered in a crowded neon club when the System forced her to slap New York's golden boy across the face, before abruptly detaching from her brain. Control slammed back into her limbs, but she was left to face a completely ruined reality. The System had turned her into a malicious, hysterical stalker. It had destroyed her reputation, alienated her best friend, and forced her into a loveless arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle, a ruthless billionaire. When she woke up in the hospital, the tabloids had already branded her a violent psycho. Her powerful mother-in-law threw the glossy tabloid photos at her feet with pure disgust. "If you cannot explain this right now, you will sign divorce papers and get out!" A suffocating wave of injustice and panic gripped Aria's chest. She had lost two whole years to a sick game she never agreed to play, taking the blame for horrific actions she couldn't stop. What exactly was that mechanical voice, and would it ever come back to finish her off? But Aria refused to just roll over and die. Wiping away the heavy makeup of the villainess she never was, she stared at her dangerous husband and made her first move. "I was drugged." With that single calculated lie, she began her counterattack to manipulate the Carlisle family, clear her name, and take her freedom back./1/115235/coverorgin.jpg?v=9efccfa5569d0b388b421d0c6aade868&imageMogr2/format/webp)
