Modern Books for Women
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The CEO'S Contract Bride
Should I blame them-or myself? I was born into wealth but starved for love. So when the charming Henry Desmond swept me off my feet, I fell-hard. Then he vanished, leaving me pregnant and heartbroken. Now, with my father on his deathbed, I've inherited a billion-dollar empire... and a shattered heart. To protect my name and the child I carry, I agree to a contract engagement with Shaw Molton, my father's loyal right-hand man. But when pretend feelings blur into something real and Henry returns with secrets that could destroy everything, I'm faced with an impossible choice: confront the past that broke me... or fight for a future I never dared to dream. In a world built on lies and betrayal-can true love still win?/1/112917/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d71f0565a47930857a63cc114e6373c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Temptation: No Escape From My Brother-In-Law's Obsession
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust. Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state. She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."/1/115420/coverorgin.jpg?v=8efc1c868cf515a293d09882a18ed13f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Betrayal: Watch Me Shine Now
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle. She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party. When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress. Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite. I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen. In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled. During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool. My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water. I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage? After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets. I didn't shed a single tear. "I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again." I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night./0/42364/coverorgin.jpg?v=90b85e9c5f6c22e86de8e39c839c0710&imageMogr2/format/webp)
YOUNG BLOOD 1
Beautiful face makes this high school girl often bullied by her friends. The transfer student from Jakarta did not expect that she would be bullied at a school in the village. Maybe that was Ariana's destiny. Because back in Jakarta he often bullied quiet girls. It turned out that the quiet girl's revenge was really cruel. Ariana's parents fell into poverty and caused her family to live in the village. It turned out that in the village he met a quiet girl who had been bullied when he was in Jakarta. Her name is Bulan, the girl moved from Jakarta to the village because she could no longer stand being bullied by her friends in Jakarta. When they meet at the same school again but with their different economic conditions. That actually makes the moon feel very lucky because time has turned. The moon is currently over and that makes it easy to get revenge on Ariana. At that time, Ariana was bullied every day by the Moon and her friends. Bulan has many friends in the village. So he can do anything to Ariana. Meanwhile, Ariana has no friends at all in the village. Ariana was still a brave girl when she was bullied by the Moon and her gang. Every day Ariana tries to fight the moon and her gang but unfortunately the Moon's camp is more. Even Ariana didn't have any friends at all at the school in the village. Ariana's life in the village was miserable. Poor and bullied. It was karma for Ariana and the bullying was revenge from the Moon. Bulan is not in the same school as her boyfriend, so her boyfriend doesn't know that he is bullying Ariana. But finally the King found out that Bulan was bullying Ariana. Even though Bulan tried to convince the King that Bulan did not bully Ariana. But Raja has evidence of Vidio when Bulan dragged Ariana and beat her and even flushed Ariana with sewer water. The video made Bulan afraid of being expelled from school. Bulan finally apologized and will not repeat her evil deeds. He promised his girlfriend. But that's all already. Because the King has fallen in love with Ariana. It made Raja want to be Ariana's lover. This made Bulan want to take revenge on Ariana even more cruelly. Because according to the Moon, Ariana had stolen the King from her. Once upon a time, the Moon wanted to kill Ariana by mixing poison into Ariana's drink. But the King knew about it. The king changed their drinks and the moon finally drank the poison he made himself. The moon died with a feeling of revenge still left. Meanwhile Ariana felt very sad because the Moon and revenge for her actions and Ariana now realized that bullying was not good. At the end of the story. Ariana's child was bullied by a childhood friend of Ariana's. Gladys was an elementary school friend who had been bullied by Ariana at the time. Gladys' arrival with her child was to bully Ariana's child. No matter how small the bad thing we do, it will definitely fall back on us. So we should do good from now on otherwise we will be in the valley of evil that will kill ourselves./0/23748/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f85afa4490c79063a81c3e683ec7769&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BET!(The all fell for her)
Meet Emily Brown, seventeen year old highschool drop out who lost the only people she called her parents. She was taken from the streets by her late guardian. When they died, she was back again on the streets again. Working as a pizza deliverer. She was kicked out of her workplace cause of a little misunderstanding....... And she found a work vacancy at a big place, With the people she's been dreaming to work with when she makes it. Will she get the job? Will fate be of help to her? There are good and bad moments. Sweet and sour moments Memories that can never be forgotten.... Find out in this intrudging story......./1/108224/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c1641a8a0473b79178eefa423a4d5ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Trophy Wife's Lethal Comeback
I was the invisible trophy wife, a silent liability who just signed away another two years of my life for a monthly allowance and a closet full of clothes. My husband, Holmes Wilson, didn't even look at me as he dismissed me like a servant, his voice a cold baritone that made the room drop ten degrees. Everything changed when he suddenly threw a divorce agreement at me, offering twenty million dollars to walk away forever. That night, I shed the mask and went to a club to celebrate my freedom, only to end up dismantling three men with the surgical efficiency of a spec-ops soldier to save my friend. I didn't know Holmes was watching from the shadows, his eyes locked on the "lifeless" wife he thought he knew. The next morning, the divorce was gone, replaced by a predatory ultimatum that turned my world into a gilded cage. "Withdraw the papers," Holmes commanded, his gaze now filled with a terrifying curiosity. "We're going to the Hamptons." My family-in-law cornered us, demanding an heir for board control, while my secret handler went completely dark. Holmes trapped me in his penthouse, suspecting I was a corporate spy, his touch becoming a possessive trap as he realized my entire background was a "ghost file" that shouldn't exist. I didn't understand how my carefully rehearsed theater had failed so spectacularly, or why the man who had ignored me for years was now obsessed with breaking my secrets. As the world outside hunted for the data I carried, I realized the man I feared most was now my only shield. "There's nowhere left for you to run," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with a dark, dangerous obsession. "You're mine now."/1/107442/coverorgin.jpg?v=78f1d959f2d13af63b2301df297f12bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Bride: Rising From The Shadows
I was hired to be the "cure" for the Stuart family’s reputation, a wife whose only job was to manage the emotional risks of Casper Stuart’s cold-blooded empire. My life was governed by spreadsheets and compliance reports, and my value was measured solely by my ability to remain a silent, perfect asset. On our second anniversary, Casper didn't come home for dinner; instead, a Page Six alert showed him with a Victoria's Secret model at Soho House, his hand possessively on her back. When he finally returned, he didn't offer an apology, but a clinical reminder of my "obligations." I soon discovered he had given my three-million-dollar anniversary bonus—a pink diamond necklace—to his mistress, while tossing me a cheap bracelet his assistant had picked out. When his mother offered me a two-hundred-million-dollar settlement to disappear, Casper tore the contract to shreds in front of me. He whispered that he had bought up every cent of my family’s medical and gambling debts, turning my marriage into a life sentence of indentured servitude. To prove his power, he kicked me out of his car in a rainstorm twenty miles from the city, leaving me to walk home barefoot while he drove off with my dog. "Tell her you want to stay," he had commanded in front of his mother, using my mother’s life as leverage to keep his "portfolio" intact. I stood in the mud, shivering as the rain washed away the mask of the supportive wife, realizing that to the Stuarts, I wasn't a human being—I was a line item that could be liquidated or crushed at will. But Casper forgot one thing: I am an actress, and I’ve finally landed the role of a lifetime. I’m done managing his risks; I’m about to become his greatest liability./1/115264/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2245e4f8f4a3dac8bfe6506d8e93b2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Him: Claimed By The Boss
After an exhausting fourteen-hour flight, Katia returned to her Upper East Side penthouse, expecting the quiet comfort of the life she had built. Instead, she found a pair of familiar red stilettos in the foyer and her fiancé, Caleb, tangled in their bedsheets with his twenty-two-year-old assistant. She didn't scream or cry. She simply took off her three-carat engagement ring, threw it at his bare chest, and demanded he buy out her half of the penthouse by Friday. Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite. Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him. The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note. "Good Job." For six years, she had funded Caleb's dreams and built his startup from the ground up, only to be treated like a lifeless ATM. With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work. She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal. But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President. Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train. "You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo./1/105565/coverorgin.jpg?v=26957d8d1df4d787c2990d6ebf3411eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Surgeon: The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument. Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes. I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss. I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor. "Nature will clean up the mess," Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat. The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life. But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014. I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.' This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats./1/106973/coverorgin.jpg?v=a70de40fabb9754f87c53d29c1d64537&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goddess Mode Unlocked: Trash Bride, Hidden Legend
Three years ago, Corinna had been an orphan, taken in by an influential family to marry their comatose heir. Then the groom woke up, and the vows curdled; he treated her like worthless, disposable trash. After her car wreck, she lay bleeding on the asphalt while he cheated with the woman he truly wanted. Something in her snapped, and she asked for a divorce with numb, shattered calm. After walking away from the marriage, her secrets unraveled-a top-tier heiress, a hacker beyond reach, and a once-in-a-generation healer. Her ex came crawling back, begging, unraveling, and losing control. But it was all too late./1/115734/coverorgin.jpg?v=7bbbb4f83872783558b0bcdfd06a2cbc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The President's Dangerous Secret
I was just a urologist trying to survive my first solo VIP consult. The patient was an arrogant, terrifying man who refused a basic exam. But an hour later, I was in the ER, watching his seven-year-old son bleed out on the operating table. The boy had the rarest blood type in the world—Rh-null. And so did I. I gave my blood to save the kid, thinking that would be the end of it. I was completely wrong. The terrifying VIP was Auguste Raymond, the President of the United States. Because the traumatized First Son woke up crying for me, the White House didn't just thank me. They took me. My own mentor blackmailed me with my mother's nursing home fees, threatening to cut off her medical funding if I didn't comply. The Secret Service shoved me into a black SUV, confiscated my phone, and forced me to sign a strict NDA. I was stripped of my medical career and locked inside the West Wing. I gave my blood to save his only son, and in return, the President made me his prisoner. Standing in the Oval Office, facing the most powerful man in the free world, I realized my normal life was over. "Your medical duties are suspended indefinitely. You are nothing but a nanny now," he ordered coldly. I looked at the encrypted burner phone they handed me, typed a single text, and accepted my golden cage. "I'm in."/1/107443/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffb66d1a73dfc31ddf48080ce7028cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge
I was the "crazy girl" my family sent to a survivalist commune in Utah to rot. Four years later, I returned to Manhattan with a titanium USB drive and a heart full of ice, ready to blackmail the one man who could burn my family to the ground. But I underestimated how much they hated me. My fiancé, Preston, was already laundering money through my inheritance and sleeping with my replacement. He didn't even flinch when I showed him the evidence of his crimes. Instead, he grabbed me by the shoulders, smashed my phone, and shoved me out of his moving Lincoln into a midnight storm. I hit the wet pavement hard, my knees scraping against the asphalt as I watched him drive away, laughing about how I was a "dirt-poor exile" that nobody wanted. Within minutes, my credit cards were flagged as stolen and my father’s lawyers were drafting a statement calling me mentally unstable. I was left shivering in a puddle of oily sludge, wearing a ruined Chanel suit, with no money, no home, and no one to hear me scream. I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel. I was their flesh and blood, yet they treated me like a broken toy to be discarded in the trash. I was a "distressed asset" in a city that only valued gold. That’s when a black armored SUV pulled to the curb. King Wagner—the ruthless shark of Wall Street and Preston’s own uncle—looked at my muddy face with cold, calculating eyes. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a leash. "You belong to me now," he whispered, pulling me into the dry warmth of his car. By the next morning, he had announced our engagement to the world, turning me into the very weapon that would slit my family's throat./0/75217/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffd5410f77b2ab48acb5e2ea9693a751&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Defies The Terms
To fund her father's medical bills, Helena stepped in for her half‑sister and wed the city's notorious deaf heir. On their wedding night, as she bared herself, he dismissed her hope with, "This is strictly business." Living beneath the weight of his unpredictable moods, she learned to fear every moment. When everyone bet on her ruin, he became her fiercest protector. But as their contract expired and she gathered her things, tears shimmered in his eyes. "Please… don't leave me."/1/106348/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfdd85cd68ef29c4dbcae8a2558e38f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge
I had spent two years playing the perfect Stepford Wife to billionaire Brittain Kane, acting as the obedient accessory while he built his empire. I played the fool until I found his second phone, the one filled with messages and photos of a nineteen-year-old hostess. Determined to balance the scales, I checked into the Pierre Hotel and spent twenty-five thousand dollars to hire a high-end male escort. I wanted one night of rebellion to wash away the two years of humiliation and finally even the score. But when the heavy footsteps stopped outside my door, the man who walked in wasn’t the professional I had booked. It was Harrison Juarez—my husband’s most ruthless business rival and supposed "best friend." He stood there in a suit that cost more than my car, holding a screenshot of my scandalous booking on his phone. My blood turned to ice as I realized my carefully constructed exit plan was over. He had the proof, the leverage, and the power to leave me with nothing in a divorce. He mocked my "cheap courage" and told me that sleeping with a hired hand wouldn't hurt a man like Brittain; he’d just pay the guy off and buy me a new car to shut me up. The fear inside me snapped, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. I looked at the man who held my life in his hands and realized he wasn't there to expose me. He was there because he was petty, effective, and wanted to destroy Brittain just as much as I did. "If you really want to make Brittain Kane lose his mind," Harrison whispered, his voice rough against my ear, "you don't need a gigolo. You need me." I didn't hesitate. I reached into my bag, pulled out my husband’s black Centurion card, and tossed it at my husband's greatest enemy. I told him to book the most expensive penthouse in the city, because if I was going to ruin my marriage, I was going to do it on Brittain’s dime with the one man he feared most./1/116360/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb37a620dc2a0e469bf88c9fc18b5b2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil
I was working a catering gig under a fake name at the Pierre Hotel, desperately trying to stay invisible after my father’s high-profile financial fraud ruined our lives. Everything shattered when Silas Thorne handed me a glass of drugged champagne and cornered me in a locked restroom, his slurred voice demanding I "thank him properly" as he kicked in the door. To escape a fate worse than death, I lunged across a hundred-meter drop onto the balcony of the city’s most feared billionaire, Everet Adams. But the nightmare didn't end there. When I finally crawled back to my family’s cramped apartment, my father wasn't relieved to see me alive; he was furious I had "ruined the deal." He held my mother’s last gold locket over a flame, threatening to melt it unless I returned to Silas to finish what he started. My stepmother stood by, screaming that my body was the only currency we had left to pay the rent. I stared at the man who raised me, realizing he had orchestrated my assault just to secure bail money for my brother. To my own flesh and blood, I wasn't a daughter—I was a commodity, a piece of meat to be traded to the highest bidder. When Everet Adams tracked me down and offered me a way out, it came with a two-hundred-page marriage contract and a cold demand for an heir. I looked at the live feed of my brother being cornered in a prison yard and picked up the pen. "I'll sign," I told him, stepping out of my father’s shadow and into a gilded cage. As the elevator doors opened to a wall of paparazzi cameras, I leaned into Everet’s cold embrace. The world saw a fairy tale, but I knew the truth—I had just sold my soul to the only monster capable of protecting me from my own blood./0/78033/coverorgin.jpg?v=c969640d13d75284285564c74b2ccee0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Shot With My Glamorous Ex-wife
"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."/1/112919/coverorgin.jpg?v=641590e17e7744716b4e97a7d5df6683&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsessive Pursuit
Gabriella Henson returned to New York after ten years, ready to start her new life as an attending surgeon and finally reunite with her childhood sweetheart, Jerrell. But her fresh start shattered the moment she accidentally got into the unlicensed black Maybach of Emmett Kane, a ruthless, obsessive billionaire who immediately locked his sights on her. He crashed her welcome-back dinner, radiating a terrifying dominance. He grabbed her wrist, ate directly from her spoon, and publicly exposed that she had his personal number to humiliate her. Then, Emmett dropped a bomb that destroyed her world. He casually revealed that Jerrell, the man acting as her perfect protector, was secretly engaged to a wealthy senator's daughter for political power. Jerrell's golden-boy image instantly crumbled into panic, proving the betrayal was real. Meanwhile, Emmett's bulletproof SUV stalked her into the night, his dark eyes filled with a terrifying, quiet rage and an absolute need to conquer her. Ten years ago, Jerrell's elitist mother had humiliated Gabriella and chased her out of the city like trash. Now, the man she trusted had betrayed her, and a psychotic billionaire was treating her like his personal prey. Why was she always a pawn for these arrogant, wealthy families? Just as she swore to cut ties with them forever, her hospital pager flashed a Code Red. The bloody VIP trauma patient wheeled into her ER was Jerrell's mother. "Gabby! Please! Please save my mother!" Jerrell sobbed outside the trauma room, begging Gabriella to save the very woman who had ruined her life./1/108226/coverorgin.jpg?v=64bd472aeb0cc8c29240191b51d3109e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon Heiress's Cold-Blooded Revenge
I woke up strapped to a cold steel operating table, the blinding light of a surgical lamp burning my retinas. I was a doctor, but I wasn't the one holding the scalpel this time. Then I heard the voice of my stepfather, Arthur Bailey—the man who had seized my family’s entire estate after my father’s death. He wasn't there to save me; he was there to sell me. "Just get the kidney on ice for Archer," he told the butcher in scrubs. "Do whatever you want with the rest of her." This wasn't a hospital; it was a slaughterhouse in Queens. To escape, I had to dislocate my own thumb to slip the leather cuffs and use a scalpel to slice my way out of the room. Covered in blood and grime, I crashed Arthur's high-society gala at the Plaza Hotel, only to find my family pretending to mourn my "mental breakdown" while they planned my permanent disappearance into an asylum. Even as I stood before them, dripping with sewer water and rage, they tried to have me dragged away as a lunatic. I was a top-tier trauma surgeon, yet I was being treated like a piece of meat by the people who were supposed to be my family. The betrayal tasted like copper in my mouth, a cold, slow panic turning into a simmering, absolute fury. I didn't understand how they could look at me and see nothing but a collection of spare parts. That's when Cedric Mullen, the billionaire I’d been legally married to while he was in a coma, stepped out of the shadows to claim me. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a legal asset to unlock his inheritance. I looked into his predator's eyes and signed his contract, trading my silence for his resources. I told him, "I want Arthur Bailey destroyed. I want him to feel what it’s like to be cut open and left for dead." I wasn't a victim anymore; I was a reckoning./0/54881/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a2bdb55ea492b8b39f7dda4b4a85cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress' Returns
Tyra runs away at 14 and thinks that she can escape all the responsibilities and family drama behind. But can she really? or will she have to go back and clean up every ones mess and take over the family business and figure out how to get it on the right track. Or will she keep running and deny everything./0/31572/coverorgin.jpg?v=625c67d95885a2fc84ff27df5c47e6ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
