Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Her Daughter's Funeral, Their Wedding Night
For years, Elenora lived as the pathetic, loyal shadow of the Montgomery family, desperately craving a single glance from the billionaire heir, Donovan. That blind devotion shattered the day Delphine Vance's luxury SUV slammed into Elenora's four-year-old daughter, Poppy. Elenora knelt in a pool of blood on the asphalt, screaming for help as Delphine stood by the wreckage with a chilling smirk. When Donovan frantically sprinted onto the scene, Elenora thought they were saved. Instead, he ran right past the dying child to wrap his arms around the completely uninjured Delphine. Elenora grabbed the hem of Donovan's trousers, begging him to save her little girl. "Please. Save her. Save Poppy." He shoved her away so hard she sprawled into the shattered glass, slicing her palms open as she listened to Poppy take her last, gurgling breath. With no one to mourn her daughter, a hollow Elenora walked into the freezing Atlantic Ocean, clutching a tiny white urn until the dark water swallowed her whole. As the saltwater flooded her lungs, her sorrow morphed into a suffocating, violent hatred. Why did she waste her life groveling for a monster who stepped over her dying child? But the afterlife never came. Elenora gasped, her eyes snapping open in her old servant's quarters to find her hands unscarred. She looked at the date on her phone and realized she was seventeen again, five years before the crash. Tearing up the diaries of her past obsession, her eyes turned as cold as the ocean. This time, she wouldn't be their prey; she was going to build her own empire and make them pay./1/108220/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd3265a6ff37ac5b2fd7ae1adb340f67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Heiress: Captured By Her Warden
I was a ghost in the rafters of Sotheby’s, five floors above the most expensive pavement in New York, clutching a ten-million-dollar ledger hidden inside a drop of blood-red agate. I had the perfect exit planned, but I didn't count on Harding Bishop, a security predator who could track a shadow through a rainstorm. When the exits were sealed and the tactical teams started swarming, I made a split-second choice to survive. I stepped out of the shadows and looked into the eyes of a billionaire socialite searching for her missing daughter, whispering a single, broken word: "Mom?" Just like that, I wasn't a thief anymore; I was Cassandra Sterling, the heiress who had been gone for five years. But the homecoming was a nightmare. My new "sister" promised to send me back to the gutter, my "father" held a gold-plated pistol to my knee the moment the limo doors closed, and the family patriarch tried to strike me down with his cane just for breathing his air. Every second was a high-wire act. I had to play the part of a traumatized victim while a ten-million-dollar stone was literally sewn into the raw, bleeding wound on my shoulder. If I moved wrong, I’d bleed out; if I spoke wrong, I’d be buried in the backyard of the Hamptons estate. Harding Bishop didn't believe a word of it. He moved into the room next to mine, watching my every breath and checking my hands for gun calluses under the guise of protection. He thinks he’s the warden and I’m his prisoner, but he’s about to find out that a cornered rat is the most dangerous thing in the house. "Sleep tight, Vesper," he whispered as he locked my door, using my real name for the first time. He thinks he’s won, but he has no idea that I’m already reaching for the Agate hidden under my pillow, ready to burn his empire to the ground./0/76424/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f1f00800da35e5cf86ce12ac1f1b225&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love That Was Never Mine
Madelyn spent years in a marriage built on lies, loving a man whose heart had never been hers. It had always belonged to her adopted sister, Rebecca. When the truth came crashing down, everything she believed in shattered with it. Broken and betrayed, she walked away, determined to reclaim the pieces of her life. But just when she thought she was finally free, Jason returned, eyes full of regret, pleading for another chance. "Can we go back to the way things were?" Now, torn between the pain of the past and the ghost of love, Madelyn must decide: trust him again or finally choose herself./1/116332/coverorgin.jpg?v=46189a20acc9921aaf31d86687b727a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Scarred Secret Billionaire
My father was facing immediate arrest for embezzlement, and my stepmother's first reaction was to kick me out. The local boss gave me a sickening ultimatum: marry the town's terrifying, disfigured ex-con, or my father rots in jail and my little brother's future is ruined. Left with no choice, I walked into the freezing woods. I was so desperate that I stripped off my jacket, offering my body to the scarred beast just to stay warm. But Harrison looked at me with absolute disgust, threw my bag into the mud, and locked me out in the cold. When I crawled back home, my stepmother threw me onto the lawn. The local boss then attacked me in the dirt, deciding to sell me to a notoriously abusive family instead. Just as I was beaten nearly unconscious, Harrison appeared with a steel axe, brutally crushing the attackers. "She stays with me. I'll marry her tomorrow to settle the debt." But as I recovered inside his cabin, nothing made sense. He claimed to be a starving, penniless outcast, yet he wore immaculate custom leather boots and a fortune in authentic sandalwood beads. When I tried to put a blanket over his shivering shoulders, he nearly choked me to death in a blind, traumatized night terror. Who exactly was this incredibly dangerous man, and why was he pretending to be a worthless stray? As he turned his back and coldly ordered me to leave his property by sunrise, I wiped the dirt from my bruised face. I wasn't going anywhere./0/24513/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf507028e4f3f79b0285199008acca1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wildest Dream
Marrying a stranger is hard to accept. All women's dream of is marrying the person that they love and achieve their wedding dream. But, because of an unevitable catastrophe in my family, the calvary of my life begins. I am Jasmine Brown, a teenager who married the multi billionaire— it's none other than Billy Johnson. A son of owner a well-known entertainment company, who is a famous teenage actor in Hollywood as well. Would our story lead to a real love or would it just be turned into a nightmare?/1/127039/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a6434caaa3654a1d2155a2cd2d9906&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Genius He Cannot Afford
My billionaire uncle kicked me and my eight-year-old brother out of his mansion, tossing a $50,000 check at my feet. "Take the money and disappear from my world," he sneered, calling us ungrateful leeches who had wasted his charity. We were sent to live with the Hudson family, where we were immediately treated like absolute trash. The wife and daughter glared at our faded jeans, openly calling us country bumpkins and making it clear we weren't welcome. Even Garey Hudson, the arrogant heir and underground hockey boss, dismissed me as a troubled teenage single mom when he saw me on the street. To them, I was just a desperate, poor girl dragging a kid around, someone they could easily step on. But they had no idea who I really was. They didn't know that the legendary "miracle doctor" Garey was desperately searching for to save his grandmother was actually me. Nor did they know I was a top-tier hacker running a global underground network. I tore my uncle's pathetic check into pieces and let it fall like snow on his expensive rug. Then, I hijacked the city's most exclusive secret auction, forcing Garey to bleed fifty million dollars for a useless piece of jade. When he finally tracked down the mystery bidder, he found me standing over the groaning bodies of four rich kids I had just crippled for insulting my brother. It was time to let these arrogant billionaires know exactly who they were messing with./0/54038/coverorgin.jpg?v=76aea42c19a2e85b6ea1727312d5fac2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Remedies: Falling For My Stoic Hero
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."/1/108221/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3d75b7fef76dc85e9d916d9f722d264&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Siren: Seducing My Enemy
I woke up in Augustine Haynes’s high-thread-count gray sheets, my head throbbing and my throat dry. I told him last night wasn't just about the alcohol, but he didn't even look at me as he tightened his silk tie, treating me like a piece of displaced furniture. He thought I was just a girl from the Rust Belt who’d slept her way into his bed to gain leverage after a failed corporate deal. But when I leaned in and whispered the words "Project Chimera" along with the details of his secret offshore accounts, his cold indifference turned into a sharp, dangerous focus. I forced him into a three-month deal: he would stay out of my way and ignore my moves in the city, or I’d leak the data that would ruin him. To execute my real plan, I transformed into "Siren," a masked singer at the Onyx Room, specifically designed to bait Julian Talley. I even threw myself into the freezing black water of the harbor just to let Julian "save" me, trapping the heir to a corrupt empire in a web of manufactured guilt. Augustine watched from the shadows, convinced I was just a gold digger with a flair for the dramatic, while Julian showered me with cash and Hermès bags to ease his conscience. They didn't see the shaking hands I hid every time I remembered my mother’s voice screaming through the smoke of our burning home. I wasn't looking for an affair or a career; I was a ghost using their own greed as a noose. Now, I finally have the invitation to the Talley Family Gala and the encryption keys to their darkest secrets. Julian thinks he’s found a soul to save, and Augustine thinks he’s managing a risky asset. They have no idea that the girl they’ve let into their inner sanctum is about to burn their entire world to ash./1/115035/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fc478675d8cac0ef110580a620ee8ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed VP's Spectacular Corporate Comeback
For nine years, Arianna was the loyal girlfriend and lead engineer who built Gregory's tech company from the ground up. But coming home early from a business trip, she overheard him laughing with his friends about how he would never marry her. "Arianna is useful. She's convenient for my physical needs. That's all it is." He was just using her while waiting for his untouchable stepsister to get a divorce. The betrayal didn't stop there. Days later, she caught him buying Cartier diamonds for a twenty-two-year-old intern. When she secretly checked his phone that night, the truth was even uglier. Gregory wasn't just cheating; he was plotting corporate sabotage. He planned to steal the proprietary code she had poured her life into, kick her out of the company without a dime, and hand her executive title to his mistress. Nine years of blind devotion and endless sacrifices were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke. She had excused his emotional distance for years, never realizing he was intentionally draining her dry while keeping his soul loyal to another woman. But instead of breaking down, the weak, devoted Arianna died in the dark. She quietly locked her core engine code in a biometric safe, hired an elite private investigator, and put on her sharpest suit. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./1/116333/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd2df8f00ca3fa9191831ede80738f1f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Love My Paranoid Billionaire
I ruined my marriage and abandoned my billionaire husband for the man I thought was my true love. But instead of a romantic escape, I found myself cornered on the edge of a yacht by three mercenaries. Through a burner phone on speaker, my lover casually ordered my murder. "Finish the job cleanly. No bodies, no evidence." In the background, my own cousin giggled. My supposed best friend chimed in, demanding they strip the diamond bracelet off my wrist before tossing me into the freezing waves. They were celebrating a massive trust fund payout built entirely on my death. As I was brutally thrown into the churning black abyss, the freezing saltwater filled my lungs. Sinking into the crushing darkness, I realized I had blindly trusted venomous snakes. My dying thought was of Barrett Kensington-the husband I had tortured with my rebellion, and the only man who truly loved me. If the universe granted me one more breath, I swore a blood oath to tear my betrayers apart piece by piece. Then, the freezing water suddenly vanished, replaced by stifling heat. I opened my eyes and found myself pinned against a silk mattress by a furious Barrett. I was back three years ago, on the exact night I first tried to escape him. This time, instead of fighting him, I relaxed my wrists, looked into his paranoid eyes, and softly whispered. "Hubby."/1/108222/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b4b11456c0826b09c4905c42c9446a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Heiress: My Dangerous Double Life
I spent ten years living in a rusted trailer in Upstate New York, enduring the stench of stale cigarettes and the Millers' constant abuse. They called me a useless leech and a parasite, never realizing I was simply a top-tier operative known as "Ghost" waiting for the signal to return to my real life. The breaking point came when the Millers threw my muddy duffel bag into the dirt and shrieked at me to get out. As I walked away, a massive explosion leveled their home behind me, and a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the curb. A man in white gloves opened the door and addressed me as "Miss Vance," announcing that my billionaire parents were finally waiting for me. But my homecoming was far from a fairytale. My biological mother was dying of heart failure, and my cousin Victoria publicly humiliated me, calling me "trailer trash" and mocking my lack of education. To make matters worse, I was forced into an engagement with Julian Sterling, a ruthless CEO who despised the idea of marrying a "charity case" like me. No one knew that the "meek" girl they pitied was leading a double life. While Victoria tried to shame me at dinner parties, I was busy infiltrating elite clubs in tactical bodysuits and stealing encrypted drives from Russian arms dealers. I had to play the role of the helpless, boring daughter while my own fiancé hunted the mysterious thief who had pinned him against a wall and kissed him breathless in the shadows. I thought my cover was perfect until Julian's grandmother collapsed on Fifth Avenue in full cardiac arrest. While the crowd stood paralyzed, I broke protocol and used a forbidden "Ghost Needle" technique to bring her back from the dead before vanishing into the crowd. That evening, Julian watched the viral footage of the miracle rescue, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the "uneducated" girl he was forced to marry. He realized the boring woman sitting across from him at dinner was the same dangerous operative who had outsmarted him at the club, and the hunt for the truth had finally hit home./0/64746/coverorgin.jpg?v=795d8cc5625552b4c899188d4a79cabd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Deal Too Deep: My Stand-In Romance With Aloof CEO
To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton’s side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton’s upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. “Clayton, this is truly the end,” she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. “Yvonne, please, don’t go through with it. Don’t marry him.”/1/122174/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ebee366d01ed71233f2d53d86f56b60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Billionaire's Unwanted Defiant Bride
My family's business was on the brink of collapse, and our only lifeline was my forced marriage to Alaric Roy, the city's most ruthless billionaire heir. I tried to sabotage the arrangement by acting like a vulgar gold digger in front of his grandfather, but the old man saw through my act and forced the wedding anyway. On our wedding night, I expected cold indifference, but instead, I got a warden. Alaric threw a fabricated background check at my feet, his eyes full of absolute disgust. He accused me of being a manipulative predator who conspired with his grandfather to trap him. To teach me a lesson, he called his assistant right in front of me and ordered the immediate, hostile takeover of my family's company. "Now do you understand your place?" he sneered. I was humiliated and terrified. I didn't want this marriage any more than he did, yet I was the one paying the price. He abandoned me that night, and the next morning, his past lover crashed the family breakfast. She waved a cufflink around, crying that Alaric had spent the night with her, waiting for me to break down in tears in front of his smirking relatives. Instead of crying, I took a calm sip of my black coffee and turned to the furious family patriarch. "Grandfather, your guest appears to be unwell. The family breakfast table is not the place for a psychiatric evaluation." If they thought I was just going to be a victim in their twisted family drama, they were dead wrong./0/97516/coverorgin.jpg?v=52f2fa46488d9cfa056cbdb71b6e4065&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cursed Heiress: Now I'm Their Billionaire Nightmare
Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"/0/85187/coverorgin.jpg?v=337f9f70bbd7bc9fdf5ec8931e26e0c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Goddess In Disguise: Divorce, Marriage, Domination
Once Alexia was exposed as a fake heiress, her family dumped her and her husband turned his back on her. The world expected her to break-until Waylon, a mysterious tycoon, took her hand. While doubters waited for him to drop her, Alexia showed skill after shocking skill, leaving CEOs gaping. Her ex begged to come back, but she shut him down and met Waylon's gaze instead. "Darling, you can count on me." He brushed her cheek. "Sweetheart, rely on me instead." Recently, international circles reeled from three disasters: her divorce, his marriage, and their unstoppable alliance crushing foes overnight./1/121201/coverorgin.jpg?v=36a08708aa37697345010ae12ee7ffd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Devil, No Way Out
After trusting the wrong man in her previous life, Justine watched her adopted sister and fiancé steal her family's fortune and destroy everyone she loved. Reborn with a second chance, she changed everything, starting by spending one night with the town's most feared man. She publicly tore up her engagement, exposed her adopted sister's stolen achievements, and crushed every enemy who had ruined her life. But just as revenge was within reach, the powerful man she thought was a mistake trapped her against the wall. "You think you can run after sleeping with me? You're mine for life!"/0/80645/coverorgin.jpg?v=410173822b60b72d457ff2ae22a4274b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Born For Starlight: The Mysterious Wife Who Stole My Heart
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"/1/117308/coverorgin.jpg?v=6228dc0f52019e6c456b509a96a75507&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sir, She's Dead And Will Never Return
Seraphina had loved Damien through three years of marriage, yet she could never outshine the first love Bianca he had cherished in his heart for a full decade. On the very day she was diagnosed with gastric cancer, he was by Bianca's side, accompanying their son for a medical checkup. She made no scene, no fuss, simply took the divorce papers and left quietly - only to be met with far crueler retaliation. She finally learned the truth: he had married her solely to avenge his sister. While she was wasting away from her fatal illness, he gripped her chin cold-heartedly and sneered, "This is what your father owes me." Before long, her family was utterly destroyed. Her father was left a vegetative state. With nothing left to live for, Seraphina jumped from a high building. "The life my father owed you... I've paid it back in full." The always poised, arrogant Damien dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and frantic. Over and over again, he begged brokenly for her to come back to him./1/115686/coverorgin.jpg?v=8693be7d4b7f716faf9f565b0081e3b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Forbes: Watch Me Shine
For seven years, Hayden Simmons lived in the sprawling Forbes Estate, trading her journalism dreams to pay for her younger sister's ICU bills. But her sacrifice meant nothing when billionaire August Forbes planned his engagement to Bridget Blake—the same cruel heiress who had maliciously crushed Hayden's mother's only keepsake under her heel while August defended her. When Hayden finally packed her battered suitcase to leave, August didn't apologize. Instead, he brutally froze the trust account funding her dying sister's life-saving cancer treatments. He cornered her, pinning her against the wall, and ordered his security to lock her inside the estate to force her submission. "You don't get to decide when we are done." He thought she would crawl back to him, crying and begging on her knees. He truly believed he could publicly marry another woman while keeping Hayden trapped in his shadow forever, assuming her desperation made her weak. Instead of begging, Hayden left his limitless black card and Cartier diamonds on the vanity. She walked out the iron gates, went straight to his biggest rival's media empire, and published a viral, front-page exposé tearing his pristine merger to shreds. This time, she wasn't going to hide. She was going to burn his world to the ground./1/119255/coverorgin.jpg?v=385fb609fe1a3ca450a53ab79b683ed4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
