Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer
Chloe had just undergone surgery to remove her fallopian tube, but her billionaire husband, Julian, didn't show up at the hospital. Instead, his housekeeper called, ordering her to attend a business dinner. When she dragged her agonizing, stitched-up body back to their penthouse, Julian didn't ask if she was okay. He just threw a limitless black Amex card at her face, telling her to stop playing the victim and name her price. Things escalated when his seven-year-old daughter accidentally spilled scalding water on Chloe's hand. His ambitious assistant, Kara, immediately swooped in, screaming that Chloe had deliberately burned the child out of jealousy. Julian didn't even look at Chloe's blistering skin. He held his daughter, called Chloe a monster, and threatened to destroy her. "You wouldn't survive a day without the Carlisle name," he sneered. Looking at the child she had raised for five years and the husband she had sacrificed everything for, a chilling coldness seeped into Chloe's bones. She had abandoned her Ph.D. at Columbia and her status as a top Christie's auctioneer, only to become a disposable, unpaid nanny and a corporate accessory. She didn't cry or defend herself. She simply took off her five-carat diamond ring, threw the black card at the assistant's feet, and packed a single suitcase. When Julian saw her a week later, she was standing in the spotlight of the Met Gala, holding an auction gavel, ready to make him pay./0/93823/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd8c8387b356ff7f621174e95538a0f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Called Me Gold Digger, Now He Can't Let Go
Three years ago, Scarlett traded her act of saving Asher's life for a marriage. Throughout their marriage, she gave up her own needs to care for him, losing herself in the process. Her devotion never earned her true affection-he saw her as nothing more than a gold-digger, his heart fixed on someone else. When the woman he loved returned, Scarlett quietly chose to step aside, ready to reclaim her own life. But after the divorce, the cold, controlling man she once loved couldn't let her go. He cornered her, his voice low and fierce. "You can only be mine!"/1/108059/coverorgin.jpg?v=393def3477735f731032cfec8cf2028d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Butcher
I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him. Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils. I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past. I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison. We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase. "Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."/1/109467/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e1eaac6e90ff29bb726c826b2566402&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twin Surprise: When Fate Brings Back More Than His Ex-Wife
For two years, Leyla played the understanding wife, knowing their marriage had an expiration date. Still, she wasn't prepared when his first love returned and divorce papers followed immediately without hesitation. Leyla left without protest. Four years later, she came back with twin children. and a life rebuilt on her own terms, stronger than ever before. She tried to avoid him, but fate had other plans. Desperate and unhinged, Shawn demanded, "Come back to me, and I'll raise the two kids as my own." The children could only stare-how could he not see the truth? They were practically his mini versions./0/50021/coverorgin.jpg?v=78521fb75c7f440e6c07795236a4b2ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By CEO's Desire
Richard, a domineering businessman, and Elin, his legal advisor, were entangled in a secret affair. They intended to part ways quietly, but Richard found himself unable to release his hold on her. "Elin, do you really think you can leave me?" he questioned. He had a hand in ruining her career and tarnishing her reputation. Remembering this, Elin replied icily, "To me, you're just an expensive escort." In response, Richard cornered her against a wall, his declaration firm. "You belong to me. I'll see who dares to touch you." Who would emerge victorious in this entangled relationship?/1/105400/coverorgin.jpg?v=52fded96203571f09922884a030aec07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stoic Nurse's Obsession: My Secret Queen
At St. Jude’s Prep, I was the "scholarship waste" in a sea of navy blue blazers and old money. I purposely handed in a blank placement exam, accepting a spot in the remedial track just to gain access to the school's high-speed server backbone. While my teachers mocked my "inevitable failure," I was secretly fighting a digital war. I intercepted a high-level breach by the notorious hacker Black Eagle, bricking his hardware and neutralizing the threat before he could touch the school’s financial records. But at home, the victory tasted like ash. My socialite mother, Inger, called me a "useless stain" and a "waste of space" over a dinner of roast beef and expensive wine. My stepsister Erika mocked my lack of talent, never realizing that the "freak" she despised had just earned a $50,000 bounty for a single hour of work. I lived as a ghost, hiding my genius behind a frayed gray hoodie and a mask of indifference. I thought I was invisible, but the school nurse, Fielding Pickett, saw through my cover, tracing my pulse and my code with predatory precision. "Nice code, Ruiz," he whispered, a warning that my sanctuary was crumbling. The pressure finally broke me. I collapsed in the infirmary with a 103-degree fever, my secret identity hanging by a thread. As I lay half-conscious on the cot, the IT administrator burst in, screaming that the Dark Web had just put a million-dollar bounty on the head of a hacker named "Q." Fielding leaned over me, his eyes dark and knowing, as the world outside began hunting for my life. "I've got you, Q," he whispered, just as the darkness took me./1/115725/coverorgin.jpg?v=c75cdde833052cf9d7cc9500ee5707a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected Heiress And The Ruthless CEO
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family. But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline. Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends. "Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash." She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain. Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse. When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street. At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off. She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily? But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed. "Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone." Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name./0/68794/coverorgin.jpg?v=265bfb709ea1408d27720830b02ca4ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Under My Deceitful Wife's Spell
Despite being an illegitimate daughter, Lena bore a striking resemblance to the young lady of the Evans family. Faced with their threats, she was forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry Dylan. As an act of defiance, Lena seduced Dylan night after night, until she had him completely wrapped around her finger. Using his affections to her advantage, she set out to undermine the Evans family. Over time, Dylan began to notice something odd about his beloved wife.../1/101333/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb7cd928ef844766aa62e7ed43c93b72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival
When she's preparing dinner for him, he's out there dating; When she's drinking with men to get a business deal for him, he is announcing to be single for the price of his stock; When she drags herself to the hospital in high fever, he's at the same hospital, taking care of his ex girl friend. She loved him for ten years. She did everything for him and gave him everything she had. She thought their love can never die, yet it did. She doesn't hate him. She's just tired. She turns and left him, only to see that there was a firm chest that has been waiting for her all this time. She is also the one adored in another man's eyes, and when she finally gets a taste of being loved, she realize-- He has never loved her. That day he gets back home, only to be shocked that the woman who has always been there for him was gone. Regret taking over him as he chases after her, only to see another man saying the scared oath on the alter with their hands holding together. That was when he realized-- The innocent girl who loved him, the most precious treasure that he as ever got in his life, is gone. He lost the best thing that has ever been his. Two broken hearts. One fake marriage. A thousand buried secrets. Eva thought love would be enough to keep them together. Ten years loving Stephan. Five years married to him. And one tragic accident that shattered everything they ever were, she's left with a stranger wearing her husband's face. Until the day she finally walks away. And that's when she meets Micah, her ex-husband's enemy, the man who once set her marriage on fire just by existing. He proposes to her a dangerous deal: a one-year marriage that will make Stephan regret ever letting her go. But what starts as a game to wound her ex soon spirals into something raw, tender, and terrifyingly real. Only, Micah isn't what he seems. Behind his easy smile are secrets she was never meant to find, secrets that could destroy them both. And when the truth comes out, love might not be enough to save anyone. When the lies unravel... will her heart choose forgiveness - or freedom?/0/18265/coverorgin.jpg?v=9944950f46e24832b77b074dd762d178&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Like Your Shoes
"Sometimes, we are so smitten with happy endings, that we believe we'll end up with one too." Ambrosia Bellemore never believed in happy endings, even though the books she read said otherwise. The closest she ever came to magic was when she found the most beautiful pair of ruby red heels on Amazon. "Lives aren't stories. Stories end, happy or otherwise. But lives don't. We die, and there's nothing happy or otherwise in dying." Calum Achorn never believed in magic. The closest he ever came to magic was when he met an infuriatingly wonderful woman on a flight to New York, wearing the most beautiful pair of ruby red heels he'd ever seen./1/117759/coverorgin.jpg?v=670eaa94f97d8d537dcc7d61a57b647f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To My Best Friend's Billionaire Father
For ten years, I gave everything to Abe Hays. I put my architectural dreams on hold and worked like an unpaid maid to build his legacy, believing his promises of a future on my late parents' estate. Then yesterday, he threw me away like garbage for a wealthy heiress, leaving me homeless, jobless, and utterly ruined. When he cornered me on campus today, there wasn't a shred of guilt in his eyes. "My family took you in out of pity," he sneered. "You’re a penniless orphan, Chloe. You are nothing without me." It wasn't just a brutal breakup. It was a calculated heist to corporate-merge me out of my own family's land for his new resort project. But Abe made one fatal mistake. He didn't know that last night, drowned in tequila and heartbreak, I signed a marriage certificate. I accidentally married Alistair Sterling—a ruthless, untouchable titan of industry who controls the entire city's economy. And my best friend’s father. Before Abe could threaten me further, my best friend stepped in with a razor-sharp smirk. "Too bad about your resort, Abe. My dad bought that land yesterday as a wedding gift for his new wife. My new mom." Watching the color drain from my ex's arrogant face, I casually caught the keys to my new husband's Bentley. Abe wanted me to know my place. Now, he’ll have to watch me rule from a height he could never hope to reach./0/50804/coverorgin.jpg?v=3095b30f6ed25ea0c1f046621bfb3329&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Second Design
After three years as a dedicated housewife, Jessica's efforts to save her marriage ended in relentless heartbreak. Resolute, she divorced Aaron. Rising from the ashes, Jessica transformed into a renowned designer and business tycoon, building her empire without relying on her family's wealth. Her success and independence attracted many admirers. With pride, Jessica declared, "I'll never regret my divorce." However, Aaron returned, filled with remorse. "I deeply regret it. Please, my dear ex-wife, let's try again. Let's mend our relationship and remarry." Would Jessica, now empowered and at a crossroads, choose to rekindle love?/1/105557/coverorgin.jpg?v=033b26438bf347bdf0a35be7a8c4170d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge
I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears./1/114474/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8cf1bd1814475ea8abf93ab44dcb0df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Arrogant Ex Is My Gaming Master
Grace finally decided to end her toxic, one-sided relationship with Adelbert, the arrogant heir to a global empire, by texting him to terminate their family trust. His response was a single, freezing word: "Done." When they accidentally bumped into each other in a law firm elevator, Adelbert looked right through her. "I don't know her," he stated coldly to his frat brothers, treating her like invisible trash. Humiliated and completely exhausted, Grace sought an escape in a brutal shooter game called PUBG. But by a sick twist of fate, the random matchmaking threw her into a squad with Adelbert's frat brothers and a god-tier, toxic player named 'Ø'. 'Ø' relentlessly mocked her terrible skills, humiliating her and calling her a "pig" over the voice chat. Yet, during the final shootout, this ruthless player suddenly threw his character in front of hers, taking a fatal barrage of bullets just to keep her alive. Grace soon uncovered the terrifying truth: the top-ranked 'Ø' was actually Adelbert himself. She was utterly confused and furious. Why would the untouchable billionaire who ignored her legal texts and publicly humiliated her suddenly sacrifice himself for her in a cheap video game? Refusing to swallow her pride in both the real and digital worlds, Grace sent a direct challenge to his gaming profile. "I'll prove I'm not a pig." Across the city, Adelbert stared at the notification, a dark smirk curling his lips, and clicked accept./1/116508/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e8615fca488c1a7149ee8fe30607f6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Ex-Wife's Lethal Revenge
Chloe's husband handed her a brutal divorce agreement, stripping her of everything. "Sign it and get out," Carlisle ordered, his eyes like solid ice, declaring he had never loved her before tossing her aside for his mistress, Harper. Fleeing the penthouse, Chloe was relentlessly hunted down in the freezing rain. Harper's massive SUV rammed Chloe's sedan off a jagged coastal cliff, plunging her into the pitch-black Atlantic Ocean. She survived the abyss, but the crash shattered her face, requiring extensive reconstruction that completely erased the old Chloe. Six years later, the nightmare struck again. Her six-year-old son, Leo, lay dying from severe aplastic anemia. "We are out of time. His only chance of survival is a cord blood transplant from a matched sibling," the doctor announced. The sheer injustice of it burned a hole in her chest. Carlisle and Harper had thrown her away like disposable trash and tried to bury her at the bottom of the sea. Why did they get to live perfectly glamorous lives at the top of the world, while her innocent son gasped for his last breaths in a sterile hospital bed? To save Leo, she needed Carlisle's genes. Burying her striking new face behind thick glasses and shapeless gray suits, Chloe infiltrated his conglomerate as his drab, submissive new secretary. This time, she wasn't just surviving; she was returning to tear their perfect world apart./1/108217/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f15e3e125e328929caa5a41ebb4f69d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Quiet Wife Is An Elite Genius
I was the ultimate trophy wife, a polished ornament in Francisco Zimmerman’s billionaire empire. For three years, I perfected the "Zimmerman Wife Smile," playing the role of the devoted partner while smoothing the Egyptian cotton of his shirts. The illusion shattered when I stood outside his study and heard him laughing with his mistress, Annalise. "She’s just a vase that only knows how to smile," Francisco’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "As long as I pay the maintenance fees on time, she stays obedient." I walked out that night with nothing but a canvas bag and the clothes on my back. But Francisco wasn't finished with his "asset." He froze my bank accounts and used his massive influence to blacklist me from every interior design firm in New York. He tracked my phone, watching me struggle from the shadows, waiting for me to starve so I would crawl back to his mansion. He even showed up at the dive bar where I was playing piano for rent money, mocking my desperation. "You have technique, but no heart," he sneered, tossing a silver coin into my tip jar as if I were a beggar. "You're hollow, Iris. Just like your pride." I couldn't believe this was the same man whose life I had saved during a bloody night in Macau. To him, I wasn't a wife; I was a stock price that needed stabilizing. The more I fought for my independence, the tighter he pulled the net, determined to break my spirit until I had no choice but to return to his gilded cage. Then, the morning sickness hit. I realized I wasn't just carrying my own life anymore—I was carrying his heir. If Francisco found out, he would never let us go; he would turn my child into another "performance bonus" for his brand. Looking at the sonogram, I knew a divorce would never be enough to escape a man who thought he owned the world. "I'm not going back," I whispered, staring at his yacht moored in the harbor. "To save this baby, Iris Potter has to die."/1/106653/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7debc7cb3f26bae7fb224d35bddc712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Incubator No More: The Billionaire's Secret Heir
I sat in the VIP waiting room of the fertility clinic, clutching the report that confirmed my implantation was a success. After years of struggling, I finally had a reason to make my marriage with Garnett work. But when I went to find him in the lounge, I heard a woman’s laughter coming from behind the door. It was his mistress, Alison. I froze as I heard Garnett’s cold, dismissive voice. "She’s just an incubator." "Once the heir is born, we kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born to my wife. It doesn't require the wife to stick around afterwards." The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. I soon discovered the clinic had botched the procedure—the baby I was carrying wasn't even Garnett’s. It was donor sperm from Sterling Sharp, the most powerful tech mogul in the world. When my in-laws forced me to move into their estate for "monitoring," I realized I was entering a cage. Garnett and his mistress were paying the family doctor to inject me with hallucinogens to mimic a mental breakdown. They planned to declare me legally incompetent and commit me to an asylum the second I gave birth. I stood in the shadows of the East Wing, realizing my husband wasn't just stealing my child—he was trying to delete my mind. The people I called family were poisoning me daily, waiting for me to break so they could claim a legacy that wasn't even theirs. They wanted a madwoman, so I decided to give them one. I turned the doctor into my double agent, faked every symptom of a breakdown, and began building a secret empire from the shadows. Garnett thinks he’s trapped an incubator, but he’s actually locked himself in with a nuclear weapon./1/108061/coverorgin.jpg?v=30cc17b28487e4afc530d7ddcb2dfe21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Bride's Forced Tech Marriage
I was the "broken" daughter of the Winters family, a mute girl hidden away in a conservatory while our legacy rotted. To my parents, I wasn't a person—I was a liability they couldn't wait to liquidate. The betrayal came in a cold study. My grandfather sold me to Florian Mercado, the most ruthless shark in Silicon Valley, as collateral for a secret ledger. I wasn't a bride; I was a business acquisition. The humiliation started at the courthouse. My mother smeared bloody red lipstick on my face like a brand, and Florian signed our marriage license with enough force to tear the paper. He looked at me with pure disgust, seeing a "defective product" he’d been tricked into buying. He threw me into his high-tech penthouse, a smart-home prison where everything was voice-activated. Because I couldn't speak, I couldn't even open the fridge. I was left starving in the dark for days while he ignored my existence. At a high-society gala, he finally cornered me. In front of a swarm of paparazzi, he forced me to sign a legal declaration of my own mental instability. He didn't just want my family's secrets; he wanted to own my very sanity, publicly branding me a "fragile" bride to strip me of my rights. I sat in that glass cage, burning with a rage they never saw coming. They thought my silence was a weakness, a blank space they could fill with their own cruelty. They forgot that a vault is silent for a reason—it’s protecting the only thing that matters. I shoved my tablet into Florian’s chest, revealing the truth: I had every illegal account number and encryption key from the secret ledger memorized since I was twelve. I gave him a choice: sign my new terms, or watch me leak the data and turn his billion-dollar empire into a federal prison sentence. "Deal," he whispered, finally seeing the predator behind my quiet eyes. The war had just begun./1/109469/coverorgin.jpg?v=08db7bef4d8d776458c9727c3cf6315c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secretly His: May The Best Man Dare To Kiss The Bride!
For ten years, Melanie and Gabriel looked like a fairy tale couple. People envied how he "cherished" her-no one saw the other woman on the side. When the affair surfaced, Melanie slid divorce papers across the table. "Gabriel, you don't deserve my love anymore." She walked away, unaware Rhett had watched her for eleven years. He'd been best man at her wedding, grinning while jealousy chewed him raw. After the split, Melanie buried herself in work and went global. Gabriel found her in his best friend's arms, his gaze burning with fury. "Was it him? Is he the reason you left me?" Rhett stepped in front of her. "You never deserved her. She was meant to be mine."/1/116509/coverorgin.jpg?v=593881365ac37d03d15d17d68a3ad4f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
