Modern Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Secret Genius Nanny
Maya desperately needed the exclusive nanny position at the Beaumont estate to pay for her sister's life-saving medical care. But when she actually entered the door, she found that this job wasn't that easy to do either—— Because she is too young, the second son of the Beaumont family is suspicious and accuses her of scheming to attract men; Because she was too beautiful, the third son of the Beaumont family was lecherous and kept pressing towards her step by step; Even the man who was blessed with unique advantages and stood at the top of the world spoke coldly, doubting her motives. Maya ignores all of this and only does her job well. Medical skills, Tonic Diet conditioning, early education enlightenment, psychological counseling for puerpera...... Proficient in everything. The babies in her hands are all healthy, chubby, and don't cry or fuss, obedient like fairy babies. All the wealthy families in the capital were shocked and envious, offering sky high prices to poach her! Compete with her! Please her! The Beaumont family, however, began to be unhappy: "You can steal my business, but you can't steal my exclusive nanny!" At this moment, the noble figure also handed over his household registration book - "A 300 month old baby, seeking lifelong care." Maya：……/0/66901/coverorgin.jpg?v=159ba92221ff0fe7738c73b7884c2393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO'S SALVATION : HER HALO
Debbie Griffin, second born of the Griffin's sees herself been drawn to the darkness after the death of her parents . And the continuous torment that keeps her awake at night, she waltz into Alexander Jefferson world a young billionaire who has his own demons lurking in the shadows. What happens when they cross paths? Would she accepts a marriage of inconvenience ? What would be the fate of their lives when Debbie finds out the very secret that led to her torments? Wanna find out? Yallah!! ------------ "I didn't do it- I didn't do it" the voice repeated in distress. She move in that direction. "Who's there?" Debbie asked getting all sweaty,she couldn't help but be drawn to the voice. She moved closer to see a manly figure shaking. He was facing the walls so she couldn't see his face. "I didn't do it, please stop leave me alone!" Alex cries to himself dragging his hair and cutting himself. Debbie fearfully shifts backwards but stood wondering why he was acting unstable. "Hey,just calm down okay you are fine" Debbie said softly moving closer to him having no idea why she's doing this./1/105385/coverorgin.jpg?v=98094d31b6193bed95e5af507a66aec1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Genius Ex-Wife's Cold Revenge
I spent three years playing the role of the perfect, invisible wife to Dillard Bentley, the billionaire heir of Manhattan. While he graced the tabloids with socialites, I stayed in the shadows of our penthouse, waiting for a man who treated me like a piece of furniture. One rainy night, the facade finally shattered. Dillard came home smelling of another woman’s perfume, and I handed him the divorce papers he never expected. But before the ink could dry, a violent pain ripped through me during a family lunch, and I collapsed in a pool of blood on the pristine marble floor. While I was being rushed to the hospital, Dillard’s mother dismissed my agony as a manipulative trick, and Dillard chose to believe her. He didn't follow the ambulance; he went to a gala to protect his mistress instead. I woke up in a cold emergency room only to be told I had lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying. Because of the toxic "vitamins" his mother had been force-feeding me, my blood wouldn't clot, and I had to undergo surgery without a single drop of anesthesia. I bit down on a leather strap, feeling every agonizing scrape as they cleared the remains of my child, while my husband laughed at my pain over the phone. "Stop the drama, Erica. Tell her the divorce terms are non-negotiable. I'm busy." He hung up, leaving me to scream in silence. I realized then that the man I had once loved was the same man who let his family poison me. The "vitamins" weren't supplements; they were a death sentence for my unborn child, and he didn't even care enough to show up. Dillard thinks he’s divorcing a penniless nobody, but he’s about to find out that the world-renowned medical genius he’s desperate to recruit is the wife he left to bleed alone. I walked out of that hospital, threw my wedding ring in the trash, and reclaimed my true identity. Dr. N is coming to the global summit, and I’m not there to save the Bentley empire—I’m there to burn it to the ground./0/57046/coverorgin.jpg?v=4409eb6750bd286ec5d977ae32baad96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Contractual Wife Wants A Divorce
Emilee had never envisioned ending up in bed with Jonny, let alone becoming his wife through a contractual agreement. Yet, Jonny's heart belonged to another. When his true love came back, Emilee was overwhelmed with despair and chose to seek a divorce. But the typically distant and reserved man was unexpectedly firm in his refusal. "Emilee, the moment you married me, your life became mine! In this family, one may become a widow, but divorce is not an option!"/0/22630/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e65fc852d49921f59247d9c5b3e35cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Billionaire's Bethrothed
Bound by riches, betrayal, and a destiny neither of them could foresee, a billionaire and a seemingly ordinary woman are thrust into a whirlwind of secrets and lies. Daniel, desperate to claim his inheritance, must marry a simple girl-but nothing about their union is simple. Arianna is a woman wronged, betrayed by her closest friend, Tracy, and trapped in a game of manipulation. Her friend's envy turned to betrayal as she was replaced and cast into oblivion. But destiny plays its hand, for the child she now carries belongs to the man she is destined to marry. Rescued by a man and his wife, she uncovers startling truths: her true parentage, her twin, and the driver who raised her in secrecy. With a newfound resolve and children in her arms, she returns to confront her past, reclaim her life, and seek justice. Amidst tangled secrets and hidden motives, can love triumph over betrayal and deceit? Or will the weight of their intertwined fates prove too heavy to bear?" A tale of passion, betrayal, and redemption, where love proves to be the most unpredictable force of all./0/51102/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ee0ab275799a2dfa22ea89fec39128a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let Me Go, My Aloof CEO Husband
Averie married Brayden while his company was in turmoil, a decision driven by love rather than careful thought. Yet, no matter how much she devoted herself, he didn't reciprocate her love. The woman in his heart would never be her. Tragedy struck on the night Brayden regained control of the Fowler Group. While he reveled in his victory, Averie endured a heartbreaking miscarriage and nearly lost her life in the freezing sea. Surviving the ordeal, she got tired of all this and resolved to break free from the past through divorce. However, Brayden, unexpectedly changing his heart, refused to let her go. "Averie, our paths were meant to cross. We are bound by fate."/0/64556/coverorgin.jpg?v=d65c6ccc9eeac4e09d3490252eecc21f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpected Tryst: I Thought You Were A Gigolo?!
Vanessa was about to get engaged when she discovered that her groom-to-be was cheating on her with her own sister. Instead of creating a scene, she went to the club and hired the most desirable gigolo she found. After a wild night of passion, she gave him a generous check. "Thanks. I may require your services in the future." The gigolo was mad at her for being heartless, but Vanessa dismissed his words as an attempt to get her attention. It was only later, when she had to seek out the renowned Mr. Fuller to help with her business, that she realized the man she had slept with was no gigolo at all./1/116337/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f3e4f4eab19220ac5bffbeed2459231&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon
My father sold me to Kane Sterling, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire, to save his bankrupt real estate empire. I thought I could just be a quiet, invisible wife, but Kane completely shattered that illusion at my dress fitting. He rejected the simple silk gown I chose, forcing me into a heavy, suffocating, high-neck beaded dress that felt like a literal cage. "This is much more appropriate for a Sterling bride." His absolute control didn't end there. He ordered me to design my own wedding jewelry overnight and demanded I move into his penthouse that very night. When my childhood sweetheart Hudson showed up begging me to run away with him, I had to cruelly break his heart just to protect him from Kane's terrifying wrath. I didn't know Kane was watching us from the shadows, his insane possessiveness triggering a violent, gasping asthma attack in the back of his SUV. I only felt the crushing despair of being nothing more than a liquidated asset, completely at the mercy of a man who looked at me like prey. Why did he insist on suffocating every part of my life when this was supposed to be just a cold corporate acquisition? Dragging my heavy suitcases into his heavily guarded building in the dead of night, I was forced to use my freshly signed marriage certificate just to get past security. As the private elevator doors slid open to his pitch-black penthouse, I stepped right into the monster's lair./0/51103/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ba4ea210ee6009f60674128f5c55155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled with the Mafia Boss
Raymond Estaban is one of the most successful and merciless don in the American Mafia associates. He was taken into the care of his uncle at a very young age after he lost his Mum. He was raised with no love and emotions. After his uncle's death, he succeeded him as a tough and rugged Mafia. He was feared and respected by all. Raymond grew without the love of a mother. His childhood was with guns and gangsters. His uncle Victor once told him "You have to struggle for power or be killed by those with it." He became a cold hearted murderer with little morals. An unforgiving gangster that would shoot a bullet through the brains of his enemy without remorse. To up his game he'd completely forbidden love for himself. Ashley Williams is a beautiful young woman. After completing her education in Italy, She came home to meet her father's demise. An unknown informant had told her that he was killed by Raymond Estaban. This has left her devastated as she was hoping to bond better with her father. Their relationship had deteriorated after her mother's death. He became reckless and only spent time in his gambling house. The need for security became necessitous as he was always making enemies. It was with this reason that he sent his only daughter off to Italy. Ashley swore to avenge her father's death. She knew he wasn't the pinnacle of father's but he didn't deserve such a gruesome death. Their complicated story starts when Raymond almost killed her boss who was in debt to him but she offered herself as his slave in exchange. The first glimpse Raymond had of her left him in utter awe. She struck him dumb and he immediately knew she was there for a reason. After his findings, he discovered his mystery woman was on to him for revenge. The irony of their situation was that he didn't kill her father. Although he agreed to being her master only because he wanted her as his sex slave. Turns out his rival group Marcus king who was responsible for her father's death wanted to do the same with her or worse, make her his sex slave claiming her father was on his debtors list. Raymond decided to marry her to lay his claims and most importantly, protect her. Their difficult bond begins to blossom when Raymond desires more than just sex from her, resulting in a tangling love affair. His anguish heightens as he realizes she's beginning to affect his emotions and work./1/105856/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d18551452996a2859b984f8760a442a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price
I was the "fallen princess" of New York, living in a charcoal silk cage while paying off my father’s millions in debt with my own body. My owner was Braxton Kensington, a man who looked at me with the same cold interest he gave a fluctuating stock graph. One morning, a New York Times alert shattered the silence: Braxton was getting engaged to a billionaire socialite in the merger of the decade. When I demanded my freedom and the five-million-dollar severance promised in our contract, he just smirked and pointed to the fine print. "In a court of law, an engagement is just an intention," he whispered, gripping my chin until it bruised. "Until I sign that marriage license, you belong to me." He flicked a black AmEx at my feet like I was a tragic charity case, ordering me to buy a dress for his engagement gala. To save my dying mother from eviction, I took a secret translation job, only to realize my client was his new fiancée, Caroline. She dragged me to Braxton’s office to humiliate me, and after he hid me in a secret room to avoid a scandal, he branded me a "security risk" and froze every cent I had. I stood in a CVS with my last sixty dollars, swallowing a Plan B pill dry while watching a news report about Braxton demolishing my family’s last legacy. He didn't just want my body; he wanted to erase my entire existence and leave me with nothing. The cruelty was breathtaking, but Braxton forgot that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous player in the game. I reached out to the only man he truly feared—his billionaire half-brother and the boy whose heart I broke years ago, Ansel Neal. "Coffee isn't enough," Ansel replied to my message in seconds. "Dinner. Our old spot. 8 PM." As I walked into the club to meet Braxton's greatest rival, I knew the game wasn't over. I was just changing the rules./1/104761/coverorgin.jpg?v=103e8cdf66acadd292cc24560087527e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: Meet Your Son
I stood at the airport in a worn wool coat, shivering as I waited for the husband I hadn’t seen in seven years. My dented 2014 Camry sat idling nearby, a pathetic contrast to the sleek private jets lining the tarmac of Teterboro. When the Gulfstream finally landed, Julian Sterling didn’t emerge alone. He stepped off the plane holding the hand of Serena Pembrooke, the flawless socialite who had been his "business partner" in Zurich for nearly a decade. He looked at me with the cold assessment of a stranger, his eyes bypassing the luxury SUVs to lock onto my fading paint and cracked phone screen. Julian forced me to drive them, letting Serena claim the front seat while he watched me from the back like a hired chauffeur. When a minor traffic accident left me trembling in the middle of the FDR Drive, he didn't offer comfort; he took the wheel with a look of pure disappointment, treating me like an incompetent child. "A quiet place for a mind like yours to rot," he whispered, mocking the simple life I had built in Queens. The humiliation peaked at a high-society gala where Serena framed me for corporate espionage, accusing me of stealing code from Nebula—the very company I had built in secret. Julian stood by and watched as my reputation was shredded, his silence a deadlier weapon than Serena’s lies. He even went ring shopping for the Sterling family heirloom while I was being investigated by the police. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind. He didn't know I was the lead architect of the AI firm he just invested in. Most importantly, he didn't know I was hiding his son—a six-year-old genius with Julian’s eyes and a lethal talent for hacking. To settle the debt for the car, I sold my mother’s last pearls and threw the check at his feet, finally ready to disappear from his world forever. But as I walked away into the rain, Julian’s phone buzzed with a digitized threat from an anonymous source that stopped him cold. "Stay away from my mother," the voice warned. My son had just declared war on his father, and the secrets of the Aspen Scandal were finally about to explode, forcing Julian to realize that the wife he abandoned was the only person who could save his empire./1/105387/coverorgin.jpg?v=761db4d1c69261a73b03af851ce95b68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife
I sat at a mahogany table long enough to land a plane on, signing the papers that ended my two-year marriage to billionaire Eric Koch. He didn't even show up for the divorce; he was in a private cigar lounge downstairs, sending his lawyer to hand me a five-million-dollar check to buy my silence like I was a discarded employee. For two years, I had perfected the role of the "mouse"—the plain, timid wife Eric looked right past, never suspecting I was actually Rose, the world-renowned designer behind a secret fashion empire. I never told him I was the "angel" who dragged his unconscious body from a burning car years ago, the woman he’d been searching for while he ignored the one across the breakfast table. To celebrate my freedom, I had a one-night stand with a stranger in a penthouse, only to wake up and realize the man I’d just slept with was my ex-husband. Before the ink on our divorce was dry, Eric used his billions to buy my studio, trapping me in a contract that forces me to work for him as a "lowly assistant" or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty. I watched in silence as a fame-hungry actress paraded around his office wearing my stolen heirloom locket—the only proof of my true identity—claiming she was the mystery woman from his bed. Eric looked right through my frumpy disguise with the same cold indifference he showed his wife, never realizing the woman he was hunting was standing right in front of him. I couldn't understand how he could be so obsessed with finding a ghost while treating the living woman who saved him like garbage. Why was he so determined to own every piece of Rose while he had spent two years throwing Aislinn away? "Tell him nothing," I whispered to my reflection as I reapplied the thick foundation that masked my face. "You're dangerous, Ann Reese," he told me later, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar spark behind my thick glasses. I adjusted my bun and looked him in the eye, ready to play the long game. He thinks he’s bought my future, but he’s about to find out that Rose doesn’t just design couture—she designs ruins./0/68155/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7d8c7f82ba3e7be24edd1119ef3f54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Runaway Bride Hid A Million Mysteries
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights./0/50791/coverorgin.jpg?v=806ede9b62453355a089a0e9a88d56d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempting Fate With The Tycoon
One drunken night, Miranda boldly approached Leland, only to be met with his cold and unyielding gaze. He pinned her to the wall, cautioning, "Don't provoke me. I doubt you can handle it." Soon after, her engagement fell apart, leaving her destitute. With no other options, Miranda sought refuge with Leland. Over time, she took on the role of a stepmother, caring for his child. She came to understand that Leland's decision to marry her wasn't just about her being obedient. It was also because she resembled someone he cherished. Confronted with Miranda's request for a divorce, Leland hugged her. "Please reconsider." Miranda just smiled. "Mr. Adams, are you ensnared?"/1/114461/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe80e8e03514525133ccd428e183706c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king./0/45473/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b39b33fdb78d9dc6b6e95aca06deb76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love Trap
In order to get her mother's medical fees, she sold herself and was pregnant with a stranger’s child. Moreover, she was forced to marry to marry a man whom her father set up for her. On the day of her marriage she found that her new husband was with another woman. She originally thought that she would not be affected by anything but as the time passed by she developed feelings for her husband. But just she was about to give birth, her husband threw divorce papers on her face: “I don’t want to be with a woman like you! Get the hell out of her life.” She took both her broken heart and marriage and despaired without any trace. Years later, she again came with a completely changed version. However, when she thought that she would never interact with that man again, the man went to the head over the heels to get her back. When she asked him why he was doing this, the man said with a smirk, "As my children's mother, shouldn't you stay with your husband?"/1/117747/coverorgin.jpg?v=c56f6fe0b40c03e47e209bd1eeee9c30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced By The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine
For three years, Aria Beaumont lived as a ghost, sacrificing her identity as a bestselling author to be the secret wife of billionaire Julian Vanderbilt. On their third anniversary, instead of a celebration, Julian handed her a cold, legal document. "I want to end our marriage. I am in love with someone else." He was leaving her for Isabelle Vance, Hollywood's reigning sweetheart. Aria didn't beg or cry. She signed the divorce papers, threw her platinum wedding band into a koi pond, and walked away to rebuild her life. But her quiet surrender wasn't enough for the new couple. Isabelle orchestrated a paparazzi ambush, lured Aria to a secluded resort under the guise of a peace offering, and drugged her tea. As the heavy sedative pulled Aria under, Isabelle smiled and let two hired thugs into the room. She planned to film a sordid, drug-fueled assault to utterly destroy Aria's reputation and frame her as an unstable ex-wife. Fighting through the haze, Aria slashed her way out with a shard of broken glass and barely escaped with her life. Waking up in a sterile hospital bed, Aria was consumed by a chilling confusion. She had given up the marriage without a single fight. Why were they still trying to push her to the brink of death? Before she could process the trauma, her cousin rushed into the room with a pale face. "Aria, no one has heard from your brother in forty-eight hours. He's missing." The divorce wasn't just a betrayal. It was a calculated hunt, and Aria was finally ready to strike back./1/105858/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb4d0efb29385b98fb46ccdfe47461cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge
My fiancé Javen sent me to a yacht in the middle of a New York storm to finalize a high-stakes merger with Alfonse Wolfe, a billionaire rumored to have ice water in his veins. I did it for "us," shivering in a soaked evening gown and cutting my hand on broken glass just to get the signature that would save Javen’s company. But when I rushed back to the Doyle estate, the manor was blazing with lights for an unannounced engagement party. Javen wasn't waiting for me with open arms; he was standing on the dance floor with Blossom Vega, the daughter of his biggest competitor, announcing their union to the elite of New York. When I stepped forward, dripping blood and water onto the marble floor, Javen didn't try to protect me. He looked at me with pure disgust and told the gathered press that I was a "charity case" suffering from mental delusions. His mother laughed while calling me a cockroach, and his father claimed my family’s lost fortune was a hallucination. To ensure my silence, Javen leaned in and whispered that he would pull the plug on my disabled brother’s life-saving medical care if I didn't disappear. I was hauled away by security and locked in a dark storage room like a stain on his perfect evening. I lay there in the dust, unable to process how twelve years of love could be a calculated lie. How could the man I was supposed to marry use my brother’s breath as a bargaining chip after I had just sacrificed everything to save him? I escaped through a second-story window and went straight to the only predator powerful enough to tear the Doyles apart: Alfonse Wolfe. I didn't just ask for sanctuary; I demanded a marriage license to unlock my mother’s secret trust and protect my brother. Standing in a high-security vault as the new Mrs. Wolfe, I discovered a truth that changed the game. I didn’t just have the money to ruin Javen; the deed in my hand proved I now owned the very land beneath Alfonse’s mansion. "I’m not the prey anymore," I whispered, watching the Doyle stock plummet on my phone. "I'm the hunter."/1/116340/coverorgin.jpg?v=0728337f779e586a9c9ea7a618f08b52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
