Modern Books for Women
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A Goddess In Disguise: Divorce, Marriage, Domination
Once Alexia was exposed as a fake heiress, her family dumped her and her husband turned his back on her. The world expected her to break-until Waylon, a mysterious tycoon, took her hand. While doubters waited for him to drop her, Alexia showed skill after shocking skill, leaving CEOs gaping. Her ex begged to come back, but she shut him down and met Waylon's gaze instead. "Darling, you can count on me." He brushed her cheek. "Sweetheart, rely on me instead." Recently, international circles reeled from three disasters: her divorce, his marriage, and their unstoppable alliance crushing foes overnight./1/106332/coverorgin.jpg?v=abcc99b5056a8d0c87e08cca38dd87f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scars Behind My Golden Dress
I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind./1/107451/coverorgin.jpg?v=352363b62c0f17fa6a3a17a3e604e875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Brother
I arrived at the hotel with Julian's favorite takeout, ready to surprise my fiancé before our big merger. But the moment I swiped the keycard, the silence of the hallway felt heavy and wrong. Inside, a red-soled stiletto lay on the marble floor-the same one I'd watched my best friend Lila try on at Saks last week. Through the cracked bedroom door, I watched Julian's back arch as Lila looked me straight in the eye and smiled, wrapping her legs tighter around him to mock my heartbreak. I fled to the penthouse to hide, only to find Grafton, Julian's "crippled" brother, waiting in the dark. To my horror, the man who was supposed to be paralyzed stood up from his wheelchair, gripped my chin with cold fingers, and forced me to sign a contract that gave him control of my family's shares. He knew about my mother's secret medical bills and used them to buy my silence, effectively turning my life into a calculated game of corporate chess. The betrayal tasted like acid, and the injustice of it all burned in my throat. My fiancé was a liar, my best friend was a thief, and the man now controlling my fate was a predator who had been faking his disability for years. I couldn't understand how everyone I trusted had turned out to be a monster. I was trapped between a man who cheated on me and a man who wanted to own me, with no way out and no one to turn to. But when Julian came looking for me, Grafton didn't hide; he stood tall, looming over me with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Help me destroy Julian," I rasped, realizing that to survive the Faulkner men, I had to become the most dangerous player of them all./1/115439/coverorgin.jpg?v=9aaebe5bc846c9ca549c72bb4b71aead&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius
For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert. But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle. My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly. "Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom." Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair. When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago. A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed. "Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield." Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar. My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair. For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder. My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife. But he forgot who he was dealing with. As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos. I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile. "Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."/0/37661/coverorgin.jpg?v=59cef53ed5ba1336d4f3fd2d015d64d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, My Love
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust./1/121205/coverorgin.jpg?v=28e52395bddd68010c09fd9f42b12049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Now You End Up Chasing Me, Mr. Playboy
Juliana married the city's most notorious playboy, only to catch him with another woman on their wedding night. Instead of making a scene, she calmly promised to get a divorce after one year and told him he was free to do as he pleased. Certain she meant nothing to him, Sebastian agreed without hesitation. Yet only three months later, the arrogant womanizer became a hopelessly devoted husband, spoiling her, chasing her, and making everyone jealous. As people wondered how she changed him, Juliana simply smiled. The truth was, she had never even tried. He was the one who fell first./1/106586/coverorgin.jpg?v=de567a5cceb7bace5e472a78e65f368c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Wrong Brother
I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur’s cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check—the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground./1/115997/coverorgin.jpg?v=72a93fc23ce1eb9d4c80fd56e04ab75c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback
I woke up alone in a cold hospital room after a near-fatal car crash. My husband of three years, Bryant, claimed he was too busy with back-to-back meetings to visit me. But when I dragged my bruised body into the hallway, I caught him pinning his pregnant mistress against a vending machine. "As soon as my company IPOs next month, I'm dumping my useless wife." "She's so pathetic. She'd be living on the streets if it wasn't for my charity." For three years, Bryant and his mother had humiliated me for being an orphan, treating me like a penniless burden while he secretly bought a multi-million-dollar townhouse for his new family. A cold knot formed in my stomach. I had almost died in that wreckage, yet my husband was disgusted by my very existence, eagerly waiting to throw me away. But Bryant didn't know about the damp, sealed envelope the paramedics had recovered from my wrecked car. The DNA report inside proved I wasn't a nobody from the gutter. I was the biological daughter of the Beaumonts—New York's wealthiest, most ruthless billionaire dynasty. I didn't scream or confront them. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone, recorded their affair in high definition, and dialed a Wall Street financier I hadn't spoken to in years. "I'm done playing the happy housewife. Pull his algorithmic backdoors and drain the accounts."/1/113670/coverorgin.jpg?v=933bee834ffb6da725e41dbdce5c1926&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn At The Altar: Reject My Cruel Groom, Marry A Mysterious Tycoon
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart. On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her. Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately. Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."/1/116873/coverorgin.jpg?v=7537d001b254b13633ad9558e9195841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool
In my past life, I was treated like a mentally defective piece of trash by my family and forced to marry the paralyzed, ruthless billionaire, Charlton Moreno. I thought he would despise me, but when the yacht exploded, this terrifying man threw his massive body over mine. His blood soaked into my clothes as the blast tore us apart. Before I died, the cruel truth finally came to light. My family had been slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin for years, turning his legs into dead weight. They only used me as a filthy pawn to humiliate his bloodline and steal his fortune. And when I was no longer useful, I was stripped of everything and left to die in the gutter. Why did he protect a broken, uninvited stranger like me? Why did I let those greedy traitors destroy the only person who ever truly made me feel safe? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day my family shoved me, wearing a torn wedding dress, into the freezing foyer of the Moreno estate. "This is what you bring us? A mental defective?" I kept my head down, hiding the cold, calculating hatred in my eyes, and let my facial muscles go completely slack. This time, I will play the perfect idiot, I will cure his legs, and I will take back everything./0/77279/coverorgin.jpg?v=f54e8e3918361c612323e930c8073ace&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child
After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!/1/113104/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f87d1a01179952f2e598686fb1bc07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Returns: Too Late For Your Regret
I died in a high-end psychiatric ward, only to wake up gasping for air in the icy water of a Hamptons infinity pool. Three years ago, I had been the naive girl who desperately craved the love of my wealthy brothers, but today, I was drowning while they prioritized the fake sister who was only pretending to choke. My brother Preston didn't even glance at me as he swam past to save her, and my other brother Brock threw a life ring at her while ignoring my struggle entirely. I clawed my way onto the deck, shivering and vomiting water, only to be met with their cold lectures and accusations that I had pushed her on purpose. They hovered over her with cashmere towels and fake concern, while I stood there, a soaked, disposable pawn in their twisted game of favoritism. I didn't cry, I didn't beg for their validation, and I certainly didn't care about their hollow threats anymore. I walked back into that house, packed every expensive gift they had ever used to buy my affection, and dumped it all in a trunk to return to them in front of the city's elite. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum, but they had no idea that the girl who died in that asylum was gone, and the one who returned was done being their victim./1/123742/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ab91bb91d376bab5ea455b161521ead&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold by My Family, Married to a Billionaire
Mia woke up in a stranger's luxurious hotel bed with a splitting headache and a blank memory. The only clue to her ruined night was a sleek black business card left on the nightstand: Julian Carlisle. But before she could process the betrayal, a frantic call from her mother dragged her back to a living nightmare. When she rushed home, a vicious loan shark was sitting in her living room. Her brother had gambled away half a million dollars. The loan shark looked Mia up and down like a piece of meat and offered a sick deal. "Marry me, and the debt is cleared." Mia expected her family to fight for her. Instead, her mother's eyes lit up with greed, and her brother begged her to agree. They were perfectly willing to sell her to a monster just to save their own skins. As if that wasn't enough, her phone rang again. It was the preschool director. Her best friend Audrey—the one who kept pushing drinks on her last night—had lied, stolen her promotion, and taken her job. In less than twenty-four hours, her best friend had drugged and replaced her, and her own flesh and blood had put a price tag on her life. Looking at the greedy, expectant faces of her family, Mia's heart turned to ice. She pulled out the black business card from her pocket and dialed the stranger's number. "I need half a million dollars." She gripped the phone, ready to make a deal with the devil./0/39579/coverorgin.jpg?v=9876056303a9a2024a3db9632122b79f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fox Trap: Eternal Love
Han Quan Du was a fox for thousands of years, only to be able to cultivate to become a human. During a run away, she was injured by a hunter and saved by a man, but Han Jun Du soon had to marry Huo Trieu Vu, the disabled young master of the Huo family in love. state of bewilderment. Han Jun Du was extremely confused, because in this world, humans were almost unaware of the presence of foxes, they lived in a remote area, so as soon as he got married, Han Jun Du got married. caused all sorts of problems. Huo Trieu Vu is known as a cold person, but his actions have caused himself to be slapped in the face. He will always secretly pay attention to his little wife. In a family that always smells of gunpowder, two people give each other the most sincere feelings, warming the other's cold hearts. At the same time, she also used magic to slowly heal Huo Trieu Vu's legs. Love arises, at the same time mysteries are revealed. Han Jun Du is not an ordinary person, will Huo Trieu Vu still love her like before? Besides, what is the identity behind that disabled boy? Unsolved mysteries are gradually revealed, can Han Quan Du and Huo Trieu Vu hold hands to the end of the road? Excerpt: Han Quan Du lay cross-legged on the bed, leisurely looking at the handsome man, the scene accidentally caught Huo Trieu Vu's eyes. He grimaced, two unpleasant words showed clearly in his eyes, the man grumbled: "My husband doesn't look at me next to me, it's full of people somewhere." The air around him smelled of sour vinegar. "What the hell do you know? Ah, but Huo Trieu Vu, you have experienced the feeling of enjoyment, right?" Han Jun Du raised his lips and raised his face, mocking her husband. Whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, Huo Trieu Vu snarled each word: "I am paralyzed in my legs, but other organs are still functioning normally. Do you want to enjoy it? I will let you soar cloud nine!" "..." Please, please!/1/110445/coverorgin.jpg?v=42977c0ced7d68c234461b95b181b1cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dump The Cheater, Marry The King: The Unrivaled CEO Claimed Me As Wife
When Leanna caught her fiancé in another woman's arms, she didn't cry, beg, or break. Instead, she walked straight toward the one man no one dared approach. Leanna had assumed she'd slept with her fiancé's uncle, but she soon realized the dangerously composed man was far more than what he seemed. Behind his calm gaze hid one secret identity after another. Worst of all, she had believed the rumors that he was an impotent man, until he gripped her wrist, pinned her beneath him, and declared firmly, "You will carry my child." Red-faced, Leanna answered, "Okay."/1/113105/coverorgin.jpg?v=60b153d8fc84563874551e2474af58c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica
The anniversary candles were burning down, and the Wagyu beef had long gone cold. I waited for two hours, but Brigham never came home. Instead, a push notification shattered the silence. It was a live video from an exclusive club, showing my husband laughing with Giselle Leach—the woman he claimed was just a business acquaintance. In the footage, he pulled her into his chest to shield her from a champagne spray, his hand possessive on her hip. The humiliation stung, but the printed apology card he sent via his butler later that night was the final insult. He didn't even bother to sign it by hand. My life felt like a hollow performance, a series of lies meant to keep up appearances for a man who kept me as a placeholder while his heart belonged to someone else. I felt like an idiot, holding onto a marriage that had been dead for years. Why did I keep trying to fix something that was never mine to begin with? Then, the email arrived—a three-year research expedition in Antarctica. It required me to cut off all outside contact. I looked at the man who had treated me like a disposable accessory, then at the screen. I didn't hesitate. I typed my acceptance, ready to leave the life, the lies, and the man who never saw me behind forever./1/117329/coverorgin.jpg?v=1583f3559768a35c2964899aba9d5edb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow
I gave up everything to be the perfect fiancée to Jemal and the grateful sister to Claire. But as I lay dying on a cold warehouse floor, I watched them passionately kiss over my bleeding body. "Damn it, look at my suit. This was custom," Jemal complained, flicking my blood from his cuff. "Oh, don't be such a baby. She was always so gullible," Claire laughed, mocking my dying gasps. They admitted every promise and sisterly defense was a lie to steal my inheritance and save his bankrupt company. As my soul detached, the warehouse doors burst open. It was Braxton Shields, the ruthless Wall Street titan whose arranged engagement I had broken off years ago. The famously cold billionaire fell to his knees in my blood, his stoic mask shattering into raw agony. He gently cleaned my face, pulled out a hidden photo of me, and kissed my cold forehead. "I'm sorry, Alex. I was too late. I should have never let you go." Without hesitation, he drank a vial of poison and slumped dead beside me. The shock of his ultimate devotion and my own foolish blindness tore my soul apart. Why did I choose my murderers over the man who loved me enough to die for me? Opening my eyes again, I was back in my eighteen-year-old body. It was the exact day I was welcomed back into the toxic Vargas family from foster care. This time, they would all pay./1/117642/coverorgin.jpg?v=7092aa5bfa0da7ad60df83a95ca6880b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Obsession: Reclaiming His Heiress
After surviving a murder attempt in the freezing ocean, I finally made it back to the wealthy family that abandoned me years ago. I crashed my half-sister Bryana’s lavish 21st birthday party. Instead of welcoming me, my father looked at me with pure disgust, and my aunt—who had married him right after my mother's death—immediately started scheming. "Get this disgusting beggar out of here before she ruins my party!" Bryana shrieked, demanding security throw me out like trash. When they realized they couldn't just get rid of me, Bryana handed me an unforgiving, skin-tight Gucci gown and twelve-centimeter stiletto heels. She set up a harsh spotlight on the grand staircase, fully intending to watch me stumble and become the ultimate laughingstock in front of New York's elite. They thought I was still the pathetic, penniless country girl they had left to rot in Pennsylvania. They thought they could step all over me and keep their dark secrets buried. They had no idea what I had endured to survive, or the ruthless billionaire whose life I had just saved on a deserted island. I didn't panic or cry. I calmly put on the dress, applied my makeup with a surgeon's cold precision, and stepped into the spotlight. As I walked down those stairs flawlessly, silencing the entire room, I knew the real war had just begun. I was going to uncover the truth about my mother's death and tear their perfect lives apart./0/61794/coverorgin.jpg?v=68e5c369771ac539ea50c35191fcd90a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To An Exquisite Queen: My Ex-wife's Spectacular Comeback
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."/0/42396/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f85f4032f499b0b2857d38024b14c1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
