Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/1/117747/coverorgin.jpg?v=c56f6fe0b40c03e47e209bd1eeee9c30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced By The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine
For three years, Aria Beaumont lived as a ghost, sacrificing her identity as a bestselling author to be the secret wife of billionaire Julian Vanderbilt. On their third anniversary, instead of a celebration, Julian handed her a cold, legal document. "I want to end our marriage. I am in love with someone else." He was leaving her for Isabelle Vance, Hollywood's reigning sweetheart. Aria didn't beg or cry. She signed the divorce papers, threw her platinum wedding band into a koi pond, and walked away to rebuild her life. But her quiet surrender wasn't enough for the new couple. Isabelle orchestrated a paparazzi ambush, lured Aria to a secluded resort under the guise of a peace offering, and drugged her tea. As the heavy sedative pulled Aria under, Isabelle smiled and let two hired thugs into the room. She planned to film a sordid, drug-fueled assault to utterly destroy Aria's reputation and frame her as an unstable ex-wife. Fighting through the haze, Aria slashed her way out with a shard of broken glass and barely escaped with her life. Waking up in a sterile hospital bed, Aria was consumed by a chilling confusion. She had given up the marriage without a single fight. Why were they still trying to push her to the brink of death? Before she could process the trauma, her cousin rushed into the room with a pale face. "Aria, no one has heard from your brother in forty-eight hours. He's missing." The divorce wasn't just a betrayal. It was a calculated hunt, and Aria was finally ready to strike back./1/125210/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf8c550f1b18774120b9307878697c45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years A Shadow, One Day A Prize
For seven years, Jessie buried her elite quantum physics career to be Garrett's quiet, overlooked housewife and mother. She tolerated his emotional distance, sacrificed her dreams, and even survived major surgery entirely alone to keep his perfect family facade intact. Then an accidental call from a wedding planner exposed his lie. Her husband of seven years was marrying his young protegee, Brittnie Rivera, in a lavish vineyard wedding. Jessie watched her famously cold, reserved husband shower another woman with tender devotion-affection he had never once given his wife. His mother and his own six-year-old son openly adored the mistress, erasing Jessie's entire existence from the family. The worst betrayal came when Leo, her flesh and blood, stood to defend the other woman. "You're mean! I want Aunt Brittnie to be my new mom!" When Jessie confronted him, Garrett insisted the wedding was just a fake arrangement to protect his student. He blamed Jessie for ruining his plan, demanded she apologize, and threw out the cruel lie that she had trapped him into marriage. Seven years of silent devotion meant absolutely nothing to them. Jessie did not beg, cry, or break down. She slapped his arrogant, ungrateful face without hesitation. She walked away for good, filed for divorce, and reclaimed her throne-accepting the long-awaited Director position at her quantum research institute./1/133646/coverorgin.jpg?v=2097a0981fec0102e018288021892191&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tomorrow Never Happens
What would you do if you knew your husband would betray you tomorrow-and the only way to stop it was to hurt someone you love today? Every night, Victoria wakes with the memory of tomorrow's worst moment: a betrayal, a death, a secret that could destroy her family. Then the day resets. Everyone else forgets. Victoria doesn't. At first, the gift feels like a way to protect herself. She prevents her husband Daniel's affair with her best friend Lena, then tries to stop him from poisoning her. But each change sends new consequences crashing into their lives-and every reset takes something from Victoria. A cherished memory. A piece of her past. Eventually, even the faces and names that make her who she is. Then Daniel reveals he remembers, too. So does Lena. Their competing versions of the same day twist love into leverage and rescue into betrayal, while a child Victoria can barely remember becomes the center of a terrifying bargain. Victoria can keep changing tomorrow. But each time she does, someone else pays. And when she finally gets one chance to end the loop, she must choose whether to reclaim the life she lost-or let tomorrow happen./1/116451/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca80ab150c8518486ee3db5662e5f013&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage
Ila, a fallen Beverly Hills heiress, was working as a lowly waitress to keep her dying father's life support machines running. But at a luxury mansion party, her former friends intentionally tripped her, poured red wine over her head, and shoved her into the pool. Her ex-fiancé, Jaret, just watched her humiliation in deafening silence. Desperate for cash, she took a degrading gig at an exclusive yacht party, only to be cornered by Flint Keaton, a ruthless Hollywood mogul. Flint violently assaulted her, ripped off her mask, and revealed a sickening truth to the laughing crowd. "Did he tell you?" Flint mocked loudly. "It was Jaret's signature that authorized the short-selling of the Meyers trust." Jaret's family had profited millions on the exact day her father had his heart attack, and now Jaret stood by while Flint threatened to drag her to his private cabin. Cornered against the yacht's railing with the churning ocean below, Ila's heart shattered completely. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could orchestrate her family's total destruction, leaving her to be torn apart by these elite wolves. Through the flashing strobe lights, her panicked eyes locked onto a solitary figure watching from the VIP balcony. Conner McCormick, the terrifying billionaire who had previously demanded her absolute submission in exchange for his protection. Shedding her last shred of pride, Ila broke through the crowd, scrambled up the metal stairs, and threw herself at his feet. "I accept your proposal!" she screamed over the ambient noise, begging him in front of the entire party. "Marry me! Own me! Do whatever you want with me! Just save me from him!"/1/116452/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dd2519bdf860b90b68bfc3662139193&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Less than two hours after Brooklyn pushed a baby out of her body, her husband walked into the VIP delivery room. But he didn't come to hold their newborn. Instead, his assistant tossed a thick stack of papers and a ten-million-dollar check onto her trembling legs. It was a divorce settlement. Baron looked down at her pale, exhausted face with pure, clinical detachment. "Agnes is back. I needed a wife to secure my company shares, and you needed a roof over your head. The transaction is over." He didn't even glance at the crying infant in the incubator. He just checked his luxury watch, complained about being late for a board meeting, and walked out. Minutes later, the head nurse barged in, her eyes dripping with contempt. She announced that Baron had revoked Brooklyn's VIP privileges and ordered her to move to the general ward immediately. Brooklyn stared at the ceiling, her core muscles screaming in agony from the delivery. Her three years of total devotion, their marriage, and their child were nothing but a cheap, insulting joke to him. In his eyes, she was just a pathetic, poor girl who could be easily bought off and thrown away like trash. The last ember of love in her heart turned to ash, replaced by a terrifying coldness. She calmly ripped the ten-million-dollar check into tiny pieces. Then, she ripped out her IV needle, picked up a heavily encrypted phone she hadn't used in three years, and dialed a number. "I need the chief legal counsel and the tactical security team at Mount Sinai Hospital in exactly thirty minutes." It was time for the real billionaire heiress of Beverly Hills to go home./0/18144/coverorgin.jpg?v=277bfd548f10f193d7c8c2da8978189a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My BabyGirl
Sequel to 'His BabyGirl' this can't be read alone or nothing with make sense so I recommend reading the first book for it to make sense!! ------ She belonged to him, whether she, or anyone else, liked it or not. That was the way it was. Ted. Shelby. Both gorgeous but both troublemakers. Sound like a perfect couple, right? Ted wanted Charlotte and Shelby wanted Tyrell. But Charlotte wanted Tyrell and Tyrell wanted Charlotte. Watch the two deal with jealous, arguments and fighting as they are also being pressured into doing things they weren't ready to face just yet./1/104772/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5a75f7f633a5f4b51a21840a6d86381&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret
For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."/0/45398/coverorgin.jpg?v=993d0e8798c05f0a4f013131e1ddf5ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresistible Attraction: Fated to the Cold CEO
Scarlett entered into a flash marriage with a man whom she had never seen before. One year later, she filed for divorce from her mysterious husband, hoping to lead a peaceful life as a single woman. She had no idea that it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Elias, the CEO of a million-dollar company, was said to be a man who had no interest in women. Strangely, he took an interest in Scarlett. Scarlett tried all she could to get him off her back, but he just wouldn't stop. When she couldn't take it anymore, she showed him her marriage certificate and said, "I'm a married woman. I can't date you!" Elias snatched her marriage certificate and pointed to the photo on it as he smiled. "Even better! It's high time I introduced myself. Hey, I'm Elias Roberts, your husband!" Scarlett was shocked to the bone. She couldn't believe that her mysterious husband was actually the CEO of a top company! How the hell did this happen?/1/116453/coverorgin.jpg?v=63718efd3e1d5a99d2d905af2c88f5b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Heiress Strikes Back Hard
Evelyn Beaumont signed the heavy divorce settlement, severing her marriage to billionaire Kalen Sterling. She thought giving up her title as his wife would finally save her family's empire from his hostile takeover. But Kalen didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to completely destroy her. He orchestrated a media circus, letting his rumored new mistress humiliate Evelyn in front of a swarm of paparazzi. When Evelyn fought back and secured a critical business deal to ruin his plans, Kalen's retaliation was devastating. He crashed her high-society birthday gala and plunged the massive ballroom into darkness. "But, as your former husband, how could I show up tonight without bringing you a very... special gift?" Under a blinding spotlight, he unveiled a grotesque statue of a naked, chained woman wearing Evelyn's crown, begging at the feet of a faceless master. The base was painted in dripping red letters: To my loyal ex-wife, who always kneels for the wrong master. A wave of horrified gasps swept through the elite crowd. Evelyn's pride was publicly crushed into dust as hundreds of eyes burned into her skin with sick amusement and pity. She couldn't understand this absolute psychopath. He had already used their marriage as a bargaining chip to steal her shares. So why was he looking at her with such dark, twisted hunger? Why was he so obsessed with humiliating her? Driven by pure, homicidal rage, Evelyn broke into his pitch-black penthouse that night with a steel golf club. But instead of a fight to the death, Kalen pinned her to the sofa and smashed his mouth against hers with a brutal, desperate hunger./1/112885/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f89f9aa5575fef2797c90ec3c631a8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride For The Comatose Billionaire
After surviving twenty-one years in a brutal orphanage, I finally returned to my billionaire biological family with the silver pocket watch that proved my identity. But my relatives didn't care about me; they only loved Corie, the fake daughter who had stolen my life after our mothers switched us during a hospital fire. On my very first day home, the family faced total ruin over a thirty billion dollar debt. The creditors demanded a Dunlap daughter marry their comatose, vegetative heir to settle the score. Without a second thought, my grandmother and uncle pointed their fingers at me. They claimed Corie was too delicate and precious to spend her life nursing a corpse with a heartbeat. "You're used to hardship and deprivation," my grandmother sneered, demanding I fulfill my so-called family obligation to save them all. I looked at these strangers who had ignored my existence for two decades, expecting me to sacrifice my future just so a thief could keep enjoying my stolen wealth. They thought they were tossing an unwanted orphan into a living hell. But when I saw the medical file of the comatose heir, a cold thrill ran through my veins. It was Andres Gillespie. The man who had taken my innocence during a mountain storm four years ago, and the secret father of my hidden twins. I calmly set down my coffee cup and smiled at my arrogant family. "I'll do it. I'll marry him."/1/115157/coverorgin.jpg?v=28cacbebdab42eeace41d9a8922733a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. CEO: I Am Unstoppable
Seven years ago, I gave up a Supreme Court clerkship to marry the billionaire CEO, Jaret Burns. Today, he dragged me into a Manhattan courtroom by my wrist. He accused me of hiding cocaine in the trunk of my car. He stood protectively near Chelsie, the woman crying fake tears in the gallery, and hissed that I was a jealous disgrace dragging his family name through the mud. Dozens of eyes stabbed into my back as the prosecutor loudly read the felony charges. Jaret took a deliberate step away from my chair, crossing his arms to distance himself from a criminal. He looked at me with blind arrogance, completely trusting the woman who had actually framed me. He had no idea my defense attorney was holding a USB drive with time-stamped security footage of Chelsie planting the drugs. As the chilling realization wrapped around my heart, the ashes of my seven-year sacrifice blew away into nothingness. I had buried my brilliant legal mind to be his unpaid maid and trophy wife, only to be thrown away for a pathetic lie. When the judge saw the video, dismissed my charges, and had the bailiffs drag a screaming Chelsie away, Jaret finally panicked. "Nora, wait, I didn't know!" I didn't even look at his regretful face. I went home, left my three-carat diamond ring on top of the signed divorce papers, and scheduled an interview with the most ruthless litigator in New York./1/116455/coverorgin.jpg?v=63e16bee786247f3f4eb121f770be7ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Possessive Billionaire Boss
I carefully hid my terrifying reality to protect my fragile little brother. By day, I was just a poor, invisible foster kid trying to survive in a chaotic home. Then, my foster parents brought home Jadyn. He flashed a flawless, sunny smile, but he was a manipulative sociopath who charmed everyone while secretly targeting us. He stole my brother's art prize money to buy a luxury guitar, crushed his heartfelt drawings, and played the humble victim perfectly. My foster parents treated him like the perfect son, while I was painted as the jealous, angry villain. At school, he became the golden boy, destroying innocent girls who liked him and throwing them to the wolves to build his saintly reputation. I endured his midnight torture and twisted psychological games just to keep my brother safe. I thought if I kept my head down and suffered in silence, I could survive his torment until graduation. I thought Jadyn was the worst monster I had to face. But I was wrong. During the school's spring festival, while Jadyn was soaking up everyone's worship on stage, a deafening roar filled the sky. A sleek, black helicopter landed right on the field. Eduardo Olsen, the ruthless billionaire who secretly controlled my life in the shadows, stepped out. He completely ignored the frantic principal and walked straight past a stunned Jadyn. He grabbed my wrist and kissed my hand in front of the entire school. My carefully hidden hell was just dragged into the blinding light./1/119700/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a8ce45af482e11474920a3def357baa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire
I placed the 12-week ultrasound report on the coffee table, hoping for a shred of support from my family. Instead, my mother snatched my wallet, stole my last hundred dollars, and kicked me out into a freezing thunderstorm. "There's no place for you or your bastard child here. Get out!" With nowhere to go, I tracked down the baby's father—a hotel concierge named Christopher. To my shock, he proposed a cold, seven-month marriage of convenience to get his family off his back. I signed the contract, trading my freedom for a safe roof over my baby's head. But the nightmare didn't end. My mother tracked down my new workplace, extorted my entire life savings, and caused a massive public scene. When Christopher found out, his eyes turned to ice. He didn't offer comfort. Instead, he delivered a devastating ultimatum. "If you cannot demonstrate that you are capable of protecting this child from your family, I will seek sole custody." I was stripped of everything, terrified, and suffocating. Why was my own mother a bloodsucking monster? And how could I fight a cold, calculating stranger who had the power to take my baby away from me in an instant? Looking at my tear-streaked face in the mirror, I wiped my eyes. I was done being a weak, frightened girl. For my baby, I was going to become a fortress./0/90501/coverorgin.jpg?v=476da2d11230df9bd923c939626f1e60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN HE FINALLY KNEW.
Elena Reyes returns to Manhattan with nothing but ambition, a five-year-old son, and a vow to never look back. After years spent rebuilding her life in New Orleans, she's focused on one thing-launching her creative agency and giving her son the future he deserves. Love? Distraction? Off the table. But then she crashes into Dylan Harper. He's the CEO of Harper Corp. Ruthless. Composed. Untouchable. Until a spilled coffee, a fearless pitch, and one woman's unapologetic fire knock him off balance. He's intrigued. She's cautious. What begins as a professional spark turns into lingering stares, late-night talks, and a slow unraveling neither of them can stop. But Dylan isn't the only one watching her. When Veronica Lancaster, Dylan's calculating ex, reappears with quiet malice and a buried agenda, Elena's carefully guarded world begins to crack. Secrets surface. A familiar smile. A missing name on a birth certificate. One lie. One truth. And a child caught in between. Because Dylan doesn't know. Not yet. But when he finds out... Will he still choose her? Or will everything fall apart just when she finally thought she was safe?/1/116457/coverorgin.jpg?v=21eee895d1457fdf6a26a0915abbf903&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows
Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway. Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him. "I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood. "Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared. Die, for all I care." The line went dead. The silence was heavier than the twisted metal crushing her. As she flatlined in the back of an ambulance, memories of her pathetic life flashed before her. She was just the orphaned daughter of their driver, a charity case they bullied, used, and discarded. His sister stole her designs, and Brenton's love was nothing but a manipulative chain to control her. She had given that family her entire life, her talent, and her heart. Why did her absolute devotion only earn her a cruel, lonely death while he celebrated his new marriage? When Khloe opened her eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone. She was standing in the Waldorf Astoria suite, wearing the pristine white silk gown from her engagement party a year ago. Staring at the drugged champagne Brenton expected her to drink, she picked up a heavy crystal decanter instead. This time, she would make the rules./1/117755/coverorgin.jpg?v=c069836a352c897cf7c900094fff850b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Bride: Four Extraordinary Fiancés Are Fighting Over Me
Instead of a love story, my second life began with a choice: four fiancés handpicked by my grandfather. One was a conglomerate heir, one a top movie star, one a genius doctor, and one a piano maestro. In my last life, I fell for a gentle mask, then spent thirty years widowed after his staged "accident." Only on my deathbed did he return with my half-sister and their three children. Now, reborn at the choosing banquet, I watched him smirk, certain I'd pick him again. I faced the four powerful men instead. "Whoever destroys that scumbag first gets the first date."/1/115160/coverorgin.jpg?v=88c8cf2d3dbc24cd0e69b27c44b37afd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss
Alena landed at JFK, eager to call her fiancé of three years. But a sudden message from her best friend shattered her world: a high-resolution photo of Darrin passionately kissing another woman. The woman was Katrina, her older sister. Alena rushed to the grand ballroom and confronted them in front of New York's elite. Instead of an apology, her own mother slapped her across the face. "You jealous, spiteful girl. Trying to ruin your sister's happiness because you can't handle your own failures." Darrin coldly wrapped a protective arm around Katrina. The nightmare worsened when they ambushed Alena at her apartment, demanding she sign an NDA to cover up the affair and save their family's failing business. If she refused, her father threatened to tell her frail grandfather the truth, knowing the shock would trigger a fatal heart attack. Alena was suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Her family was weaponizing the only person who truly loved her, treating her like a disposable pawn to protect the sister who stole her life. How could her own flesh and blood be so sickeningly cruel? Cornered and entirely out of options, Alena pulled a matte-black business card from her pocket. It belonged to Andrew Spencer, the ruthless billionaire who had rescued her from the freezing rain, and the apex predator Darrin feared most. He had offered her a transactional marriage. If her family wanted to destroy her, she would become their worst nightmare. She picked up her phone and dialed his number./1/119378/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bad6016b528e3abe903d9d3ae97978e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape
Amelia sat on the sofa with her pregnancy report, waiting to share the miraculous news with her husband. But Hunter returned smelling of floral perfume and crimson lipstick, coldly demanding an early end to their marriage contract. "Audra's back in New York," he stated flatly. When Amelia desperately held up the hospital document, Hunter laughed, violently tearing it to pieces and throwing the crumpled ball at her face. He accused her of forging the papers for a bigger payout, warning her that even if the child were his, he would force her to abort it. Minutes later, his phone rang. Audra was on the line, crying that she was pregnant. Hunter's merciless face instantly melted into overwhelming joy, and he softly promised his ex the perfect family she deserved. Watching him cherish another woman's pregnancy while threatening the life of their own child, the twelve years Amelia had loved him turned into a sickening joke. The man standing before her wasn't her husband; he was a monster. Her heart completely dead, Amelia calmly interrupted his tender phone call. "I agree to the divorce, and I'll leave with nothing." The next morning, she signed the papers without hesitation, rejected his fifty-million-dollar severance check, and walked out of his penthouse. While Hunter waged war against his own family to protect a mistress's lies, Amelia touched her flat stomach and prepared to disappear from his life forever./1/112890/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ddadcc385973e76e5f713d0f5b18c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Booth
I was eight months pregnant with triplets, waiting for my husband in his private office. Instead, his "childhood friend" Jaida walked in and threw divorce papers at my pregnant belly. "He doesn't need you anymore. I'm the one who gave him a kidney five years ago, and now he's giving me his family." But I was the one who secretly gave him my kidney. Before I could expose her lie, she pushed me hard against a glass table. I went into premature labor. In the blood-soaked operating room, I heard Jaida give a cold order to the corrupt doctor. "Secure the heirs, whatever the cost to the incubator." They told me my two sons died, leaving only my frail daughter. I barely escaped the burning hospital with her, faking our deaths to survive. Four years later, I took my daughter to a top cardiologist for her rare heart defect, only to run into my ex-husband and Jaida. They had a four-year-old son with them. His name was Jacob—the exact name I had chosen for my "dead" baby. What completely shattered my world was the doctor's secret revelation: their son and my daughter shared an impossible, one-in-ten-million genetic mutation. My sons didn't die in that operating room. Jaida had stolen my baby and my life. I immediately ordered a secret DNA test. This time, I wouldn't just run; I would make them pay for everything they took from me./1/108024/coverorgin.jpg?v=742ef2fc31267ccce40f5935df99689b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
