Modern Books for Women
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The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret
Four years ago, Ashlee Maddox was ripped away from her wealthy Boston family and forged into a lethal black-ops commander. Now, her estranged parents were suddenly begging their long-lost daughter to come home. But the heartwarming reunion was a complete lie. They didn't love her; they just needed her grandfather's massive trust fund to save their failing company. The moment she arrived, the setup began. Her parents hired paparazzi to capture her looking unhinged, treating her like a stray dog while treating her adopted sister, Averi, like a princess. Averi faked injuries, tried to steal Ashlee's car, and threw tantrums to play the victim. During a family dinner, her father tried to trick her into signing away her entire fortune. When that failed, Averi planted a diamond necklace in Ashlee's coat, screaming for help to frame her for theft. They planned to declare her mentally unstable to legally seize control of her assets. They thought she was just a naive, broken girl they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea they were trying to gaslight a top-tier military predator who had just blown a ghost operative off a cliff with a heavy sniper rifle. Ashlee didn't panic or cry. She calmly shoved the diamond necklace into Averi's mouth and shattered her father's leg with a single vicious kick. "This is the last time you try to touch my money." Leaving her family terrified and broken in the hallway, she walked out of the mansion. The family trash was dealt with; now, it was time to hunt down the real enemy hiding in her city./0/78077/coverorgin.jpg?v=d01e45e947c02b26fb0aa93ba26228e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Refuse to Be a Slave to my Ex and Husband
Aria, the ambitious heir to a prestigious family empire, has always dreamt of breaking free from her family's oppressive expectations and forging her own identity. But when she uncovers a chilling conspiracy that sees her framed for financial misconduct, her world spirals into chaos. The betrayal runs deep- her charming ex-fiancé, Julian, is not just a casualty but a mastermind behind the plot orchestrating her downfall, alongside her own family members whc prioritize legacy over loyalty Determined to reclaim her freedom and rightful place in the business, Aria embarks on a treacherous journey filled with emotional turmoil and shocking revelations. As she navigates a treacherous landscape of deception, she must build alliances with unexpected allies, face painful truths about ner family's dark past, and confront her unresolvec feelings for Julian, who struggles with his own demons. With each step, Aria transforms from a woman burdened by her lineage into a force of nature, ready to defy the constraints imposed upon her. Yet, as the battle for her identity intensifies, she must grapple with the fine line between revenge and justice. Will Aria rise to claim her power, or will the very bonds that tie her to her family keep her shackled in a life she refuses to accept?/1/104682/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e904d5b853b4af63d26ece556d7223c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife
I arrived at my uncle’s mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian’s stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian’s sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast./1/117660/coverorgin.jpg?v=91754e1cc65f479e507473b68001a2ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Scheming CEO
At the company gala, Chloe caught her boyfriend of two years making out with her best friend in a shadowed alcove. Heartbroken, she got blackout drunk. The next morning, she woke up wearing nothing but a man's dress shirt in a massive, sterile penthouse. The man walking out of the bathroom was Damien Sterling, the ruthless CEO of her company. Instead of firing her, he coldly assessed her and stated, "I don't make mistakes. Chloe, marry me. You are the most suitable candidate." Chloe refused, terrified of the ice-cold billionaire, and tried to focus on quietly plotting revenge against her cheating ex. But Damien wouldn't let her go. He manipulated her into accepting a career-making trip to Paris, subtly showed he knew her deepest secrets, and trapped her late at night in the empty office building. Then, the real nightmare began. The next morning, her department head found highly classified blueprints of their biggest competitor planted on her work computer. The files were downloaded late last night, exactly when she was stranded alone on the executive floor with Damien. She remembered the artisanal hot chocolate he bought her, the way he bandaged her sprained ankle, and the chilling realization that he had been secretly watching her for months. He didn't want a wife. He wanted a perfect, disposable scapegoat for corporate espionage. Staring at the fake evidence that would ruin her life and send her to prison, Chloe's blood ran cold. She wasn't just fighting her cheating ex anymore; she was at war with the most dangerous man in New York./1/117336/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c6ff254903b383f98366cf47084fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety Days Left: The Dying Wife's Revenge
The doctor gave Tessa exactly ninety days to live before her failing organs completely shut down. Stepping out of the clinic, her phone buzzed with a photo from her husband's mistress showing his custom watch on tangled hotel sheets. "Last night was exhausting. He really does not like going home to you, does he?" For three years, Tessa had been treated like a ghost while Lucian showered Vanessa with endless devotion. The cruelty peaked when Vanessa brazenly stole Tessa's masterpiece painting. When Tessa tried to stop the theft, Lucian ordered his bodyguards to pin his sick wife against the wall. "Are you trying to extort more money by staging an assault?" He threw a five-million-dollar check at her face and escorted his mistress away, leaving Tessa collapsing on the floor in physical agony. Why should Vanessa have everything—the love, the health, the future—while Tessa was left to die in pain and utter humiliation? She refused to fade away quietly. She altered their prenup to demand a three-hundred-million-dollar divorce settlement and used his limitless black card to hire the city's most expensive male escort, completely unaware the masked man she bought was her own furious husband in disguise. At the grand society gala, as Vanessa basked in the applause for the stolen artwork, Tessa stepped into the spotlight and held up a silver USB drive./1/105656/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0a48de4dc2378387e9f2eada4f60fa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Drove His Mute Wife Away, Now He Regrets
For three years, Adrian's heart belonged to another, and his wife Jessica-mute and unloved-endured his coldness. Realizing she deserved better, she quietly left him, divorce papers on the table. Adrian tore them up, accusing her of childish games, but Jessica had no interest in wasting more of her life. After their split, her voice returned and she was suddenly surrounded by admirers. Adrian, blinded by jealousy, begged her to come back. Jessica only laughed, repeating his own words, saying, "Didn't you say love is the most worthless thing in the world?" Now, she'd never look back./1/104683/coverorgin.jpg?v=7176332749a5c248328a2a42c1b65790&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground./1/117661/coverorgin.jpg?v=037649572fe533dccb1f1e23972a11a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor
Chloe lay paralyzed on the cold hospital gurney, feeling the steady drain of her blood into an IV bag meant to save her stepsister. Then, through the cracked door, she heard the chilling voice of her fiancé, Arthur. He wasn't just draining her blood; he was waiting to cut out her heart. "It's an honor for her to trade her life for Kaitlyn's health," her adoptive father sneered. Arthur casually added that once Chloe was dead, her mother's trust fund and the family company shares would finally be theirs. To her absolute horror, they even bragged about how they had orchestrated her mother's death, laughing as they called it a perfect accident. The family she had trusted and the man she had loved for years had murdered her mother and were now butchering her for her fortune. A desperate, primal rage flooded her veins. She wanted to scream, to tear them apart, but the drugs kept her trapped in her dying body. With her last ounce of strength, she bit down hard on her own tongue and died. When she opened her eyes again, the smell of blood was gone. She was sitting in the lavish penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Sterling. It was exactly five years ago, the day before her doomed wedding to Arthur. She had been reborn, and this time, she was going to drag them all to hell./1/104684/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b23f2397793c2b8555a19b9627fe6b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated To My Ex's Ruthless Brother
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out. I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess. In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive. I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future. "I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring." I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped. As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral./0/44661/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf50553e5753f649b231f3ced17ff36a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Against All Expectations
Kaylee had high hopes for her future. After spending many years with her adopted family—the Hadleys, she was about to get married to the infamous son of the Stephen family instead of her sister. Elijah—the bridegroom was known to be a treacherous playboy. He was handsome and loaded, but he was far from being husband material. Elijah was the only heir of the Stephens, but he wasn't serious like the heirs from other families. He played around and whiled away time doing everything except contributing to the family's business. His relatives disliked him very much. Forced by his grandfather, Elijah had no choice but to marry Kaylee. The impression Elijah had of his bride was bad from the onset. However, he soon found out that Kaylee wasn't as unpleasant as people claimed. She was such a sweetheart. She had a gorgeous face despite the horrible scar on it. His joy knew no bounds after he found out that she was actually the girl he loved as a teenager. Could this be fate? Or a start of something beautiful? Maybe both! As time went by, Kaylee began to learn about Elijah's secrets. He was much more impressive than people gave him credit for. Why then was he pretending to be a useless heir? What else was he hiding?/1/106631/coverorgin.jpg?v=19abecb9b8b1a323ff070663d24cdaea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted By Prince, Claimed By King
It was the night of the Winter Chalet Gala, the most prestigious event of the year and the night my life was officially supposed to begin. I was the perfect socialite, a Senator’s golden daughter, and the fiancée of Prince Clement. Then my sister, Bailee, handed me a glass of champagne with a sweet, innocent smile. "Just a sip for luck, big sister." Within minutes, my blood turned into liquid fire. In my past life, I didn't realize that "luck" was a drug designed to strip me of my dignity. I had stumbled into a hallway where a planted stranger waited for the paparazzi to catch us. The scandal was the first nail in my coffin. My family disowned me, my fiancé abandoned me for my sister, and I eventually ended the nightmare by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. I died in the freezing bay, realizing too late that my sister’s love was a death sentence and my parents had already replaced me. The betrayal felt like swallowing broken glass, a pain more suffocating than the salt water that eventually claimed my lungs. Why did the people I loved want me dismantled? Why was my suicide their only version of mercy? Opening my eyes again, I was back on that snowy balcony three years ago. The iridescent pearl manicure was back on my fingers, and the drug was already screaming in my veins. But I won't be the carcass for the vultures this time. I kicked off my heels and climbed the stone railing, looking toward the forbidden Royal Wing. I’m not going back to the trap. I’m going to the only man powerful enough to burn them all: King Ignatius Fisher./0/48555/coverorgin.jpg?v=79ef1afb9fea335565c4923e420d958b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A LEGAL REVENGE: THE LAW DOESN'T KNOW LOVE
In this gripping tale of justice and revenge, Dagogo, fueled by the tragic death of his father during the #ENDSARS protests in Naija, takes on his government in the International Court of Justice. However, his quest for justice is marred by mysterious deaths of potential witnesses. Battling personal demons, including a complicated sexual relationship with Amanda, a lawyer from a royal family, and a relentless serial killer named Judas the Psychopath, Dagogo's struggle intensifies. As he becomes the face of renewed protests, his daughter's kidnapping forces him to make a difficult choice. Just when victory seems elusive, an unexpected turn of events propels Dagogo onto the global stage, leading to a shocking revelation about his father and a clandestine government organization. A rollercoaster of suspense and intrigue, this story unfolds in a thrilling journey towards justice and the unveiling of long-buried secrets./1/106632/coverorgin.jpg?v=207e5317f41477a75abdc79b3ce13cfd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Secret: Genius Designer Aria
I sat in the sterile silence of a VIP fertility clinic, clutching my Chanel purse and praying for good news after three years of trying for a baby. But as the doctor told me my body was "pristine," my phone lit up with a Page Six headline: "Garold Chandler Spotted with Mystery Woman at OB-GYN—Heir on the Way?" The "mystery woman" was Jenilee Shaw, and the man in the charcoal suit was my husband. That night, I waited up to show him the news, but he didn't even offer an apology. When I asked if he ever wanted children, he pried my hands off him and looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Not with you," he said, before walking away to take a shower. I packed my bags and left a divorce agreement on his nightstand, but Garold wasn't about to let his "perfect" wife go that easily. He shredded the papers and froze every one of my credit cards, leaving me stranded with forty dollars and a crumbling family estate. He even mocked me when I accidentally texted him for a loan, telling me to come home and beg for my allowance like a child. He thought he had me cornered, but he forgot one thing: I wasn't just his trophy wife. Years ago, I was "Aria," the anonymous design genius the fashion world had been hunting for. I didn't need his money—I had a secret offshore account and a lead designer job at his biggest rival. As I walked into Twelve Bridges for my first day, I ran into his mistress and smiled. "Keep him," I told her. "I'm bored of the three-minute disappointments."/0/18058/coverorgin.jpg?v=a309d9ea07b96e639645bdc18903b2f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving is a SIN
Five Years ago she lost all her memories " Alright I can slowly gain them back while making new ones" she said but sometimes their are things that are meant to be forgotten. What happens when an arrogant, bossy CEO and she who became a waitress working for him comes together? He was named one of the youngest billionaire's in the world; "To repay the favor, Be My Lover!" He said. He was relentless to get her and she was the rabbit in his cage without knowing it; Will Love or Disaster Come About!!!/0/54072/coverorgin.jpg?v=55b682a2ffd6706cdb24095b57ab705a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shrouded Affections: Winning Back My CEO Wife
For two years, Bryan only saw Eileen as an assistant. She needed money for her mother's treatment, and he thought she'd never leave because of it. To him, it seemed fair to offer her financial help in exchange for sex. However, Bryan didn't expect to fall for her. Eileen confronted him, "You love someone else, yet you always sleep with me? You're despicable!" The moment she slammed the divorce papers down, he realized she was the the mysterious wife he married six years ago. Determined to win her back, Bryan lavished her with affection. When others mocked her origins, he gave her all his wealth, happy to be the supportive husband. Now a celebrated CEO, Eileen had everything, but Bryan found himself lost in another whirlwind.../1/105660/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8c4e516668aeabaae4d8ae5d6ff2c51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Hundred Years Later: The New Era Belongs To Me
Alice, a government-trained genius scientist and surgeon, vanished overnight. She woke a century later to find her once-clingy baby boy now the nation's richest man-a frail centenarian on his deathbed. Her grandkids were older than she was. She forced the iron gates, removed his brain tumor, and finished in five minutes. However, the grandkids aimed guns. "Impostor!" "Fraud!" "Arrest her!" Then the comatose tycoon sat up, slapped his son, and growled, "Who allowed you to be rude to your grandmother, you ungrateful brat?" The security agency stepped in. "Please cease all disrespectful actions." The academy announced, "Her return is our greatest blessing." The top medical school pledged support. "We are all committed to unconditionally supporting Dr. Wright."/1/119287/coverorgin.jpg?v=30c5f6de1f2e27ea315d6cee197ec3f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Reclaim My Stolen Triplets
The anesthesia was a useless veil. Gisele felt the searing slice of the scalpel as she gave birth to triplets. But the woman leaning over her wasn't a caring friend. Kasey Mack's eyes burned with triumphant cruelty as she whispered a deadly truth. Caden Sterling—the babies' father—had just issued a global kill order against Gisele. "You and your bastards are going to disappear," Kasey sneered. Caden's heavy footsteps echoed outside the door, his cold voice demanding her corpse. Bleeding and desperate, Gisele forced her way to a narrow linen chute. But her torn body was too weak to carry all three infants. With a heart-shattering sob, she was forced to abandon her firstborn son in the incubator, sliding into the dark abyss with her twins just as Caden stormed the room. An explosion swallowed the clinic, leaving the world to believe Gisele Beaumont had burned to ashes. For six long years, the agony of leaving her child behind and the absolute injustice of Kasey stealing her life to play Caden's savior burned in her veins. Why did he ruthlessly order the death of his own flesh and blood? Now, her scars are gone. Gisele has returned to New York under a new identity: Dr. Thea, a brilliant medical researcher. She is going to infiltrate Caden's empire, cure her sick daughter, and take back the son they stole from her. The reckoning has just begun./1/119936/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fc3825963023763cac0fc416651e54c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Lawyer's Inescapable Arranged Marriage
Drew Sanchez, a top-tier D.C. lawyer from a powerful political family, had just ruthlessly destroyed her cheating boyfriend's life without shedding a single tear. She thought she was the absolute master of her own fate. That was until her grandfather forced her into an arranged marriage with Joseph Barron IV, a terrifyingly powerful White House advisor. Refusal meant financial and political ruin for her family. To escape the trap, Drew played a desperate game at the engagement dinner, acting like a vapid, soulless, and submissive trophy wife to disgust him. But Joseph cornered her in the hallway, his dark eyes seeing right through her elaborate charade with terrifying amusement. Instead of rejecting her, he walked back into the dining room and used her fake submission entirely against her. "I see no reason to prolong the courtship. We should move forward with filing the marriage license immediately." In front of both cheering families, Joseph dropped the bomb. Drew's blood ran cold as she realized her brilliant sabotage had spectacularly backfired. She was completely trapped in an irrevocable contract by a man whose true motives she couldn't begin to comprehend. Why did this apex predator want to marry a woman who was actively trying to deceive him? Staring at the glittering Capitol dome that night, Drew downed a glass of whiskey. Since there was no exit clause, she would have to learn his rules. This marriage was going to be her new battlefield./1/115394/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffa3404937c6975334bcf5c37b03fa15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ruin: The Billionaire's Lethal Roommate
For two years, I was trapped behind my own eyes, a prisoner in my own skull. A crazed fan had hijacked my body after a brutal car crash, wearing my skin like a cheap suit. When my soul finally locked back into my flesh in a cramped hospital room, I realized she had destroyed everything I built. This parasitic stalker had drained my massive fortune to zero, buying luxury gifts for a mediocre actor and turning me into the internet's most hated woman. My phone was flooded with death threats, and the hashtag demanding I go to hell was trending at number one. Even the hospital nurses despised me. One marched into my room, raising her hand to violently slap my pale cheek. "You psychotic bitch, you make me sick!" Worse, my sprawling Beverly Hills estate had been foreclosed and sold to a mysterious billionaire named Kasey Dominguez. I had absolutely nothing left. No money. No reputation. No home. The sheer violation of watching a psychotic stranger ruin my life while I was locked in the passenger seat of my own mind made my blood boil. I refused to let her destroy my legacy. As the nurse's hand descended, my atrophied muscles snapped into action. I twisted her wrist until the joint popped, grabbed the keys to my freedom, and slipped out into the cold Los Angeles night. I was going to take my life back, starting with the billionaire who thought he owned my house./0/40447/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded878750ea15964126550950635141f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
