Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Addicted To The Ruthless Surgeon Heiress
The disgraced daughter of the Patton family is back from the countryside.At the news, everyone spurned her with contempt! A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil... Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her. One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness. In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"/0/47560/coverorgin.jpg?v=0aa89923493276d668a57f0b2e66118c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For My Prisoner Wife
Kolton was forced to marry a disobedient young woman. He didn't like her. "In two years, we must get divorced." Two years rolled by. It was time for them to get divorced. Surprisingly, Kolton refused to let Valentina go. Valentina secretly asked someone to handle the divorce proceedings for her. Kolton got wind of it, and he warned, "Anyone who comes in here won't make it out alive. You must never step foot out of this house. If you do, I'll break your legs!" Valentina felt so helpless and she cried. Kolton pulled her into his arms. "Be good. Just do as I say. We won't divorce. Let's have a baby to keep you company."/1/108414/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae7a9a1e216b214936cc0c947c8905af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Daughter's Secret Billionaire Identity
For ten years, I lived as the "grateful orphan" in the Barnes manor, a shadow in their glittering world who endured every silent scoff and cold dismissal. I thought I had earned my place through silence and dedication, but I was nothing more than a charity project they were finally ready to discard. At dinner, Richard slid a thick envelope across the marble table and told me my "biological parents" from a rural wasteland were coming to pick me up the next morning. It was a hundred-thousand-dollar severance package, a final payment to buy my disappearance and ensure their social circle remained untainted by my presence. The exit turned into a nightmare when Mia tried to frame me for stealing a diamond necklace during a fake goodbye hug. Susan shrieked that I was a common thief, and Richard snatched the check back, sneering that I didn’t deserve a single cent of their mercy. They mocked my tattered sweaters and my medical textbooks, laughing as they predicted I would end up begging for scraps on the street. I stood in the driveway with my single, scuffed suitcase, listening to their cruel laughter ring out from the porch. They wanted to see me crumble, to see the "charity case" break down in tears as they pushed me into the gutter, never realizing that the ten years I spent with them was merely a test of their character—one they had failed miserably. The mockery stopped the moment a battered, bullet-riddled Rolls Royce Phantom roared onto the gravel. An impeccably dressed butler stepped out and bowed deeply, his voice booming across the lawn as he addressed me by the name they had never heard. "Miss Pennington, the Board of Directors is waiting for your arrival to finalize the takeover." The color drained from the Barnes' faces as I stepped into the car, leaving behind the girl they thought they knew. I wasn't going to a farm; I was going to the boardroom of the Pennington Group to sign the papers that would strip the Barnes family of everything they owned by sunset./1/103565/coverorgin.jpg?v=6093f7faae28107a13a1c8aa6851c8fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Hope Where Heartbreak Once Lingered
For three years of their secret relationship, Claire was sure Carsten would never let her down. But she overestimated herself and underestimated the hold his first love had on him. Three years of devotion ended with him suggesting she marry someone else, saying, "In six months, after your divorce, I'll marry you." Heartbroken, Claire walked away and vowed to never betray her new husband. What started as an arranged marriage blossomed into something real. Carsten, desperate, searched endlessly for her-only to be met by a nobleman who protected Claire and their unborn child, telling him to let go./1/113577/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b97965cdd0fe8beef48dd081aaac148&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride
Cora thought she was the luckiest woman alive, married to a devoted tech billionaire who showered her with custom haute couture and obsessive care. But his "protection" involved locking her inside their San Francisco estate, forcing her to swallow foul neon-green supplements, and drawing her blood with highly classified veterinary needles. She thought it was just his extreme paranoia, until a cynical doctor cornered her at a charity gala. "Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very fragile medical specimen. You're his personal pharmacy." Terrified, Cora broke into Kendrick's hidden safe and found a medical report approving her total bone marrow and stem cell depletion. Kendrick wasn't a doting husband. He was raising her as a human bloodbag to save his terminally ill cousin. When she nearly uncovered the truth, Kendrick cried fake tears, claiming he only needed her antibodies. "Tomorrow, we are going to my private island in the Caribbean. Just the two of us. No internet. No guards. Just peace." Cora almost believed his vulnerable act, deeply confused by how a man who kissed her so tenderly could plan to slaughter her in cold blood. Then, while packing for the trip, she dropped a wooden box, revealing a hidden flight manifesto. Kendrick's return date was listed. Hers was completely blank. Stapled to the back was a clinical schedule: Intensive Marrow Harvesting - Final Stage. Patient will not require return transport. Hearing his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway, Cora gripped the sharp edges of the broken box. She was not going to be a slaughtered lamb on that island./1/114985/coverorgin.jpg?v=952b1988003275359db350a685b31754&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Doctor's Perfect Fake Death
To escape my psychopathic, controlling lover, I faked my death in a Syrian war zone. Thirty-seven reconstructive surgeries later, the terrified girl he kept locked in a basement was gone. I returned to New York as an untouchable neurosurgeon, Dr. Alivia Clay. I only came back to save his grandfather—the one man who helped me escape. I thought my flawless new face was the perfect armor. But the moment Collis Duncan saw me, he cornered me against the hospital wall. He didn't recognize my face, but he recognized my panic. He trapped me in his arms, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and orange blossom on my skin. "You smell exactly like a ghost I used to know," he whispered. Worse, a traumatized, mute little boy with Collis's exact gray eyes stumbled into me in the hallway. The boy clutched my white coat and handed me a flashcard with a crude drawing of a woman. "Mama." My blood turned to ice. Five years ago, I was told my newborn baby burned to ashes in that medical tent. How could this boy be alive? Why did Collis have my son while I mourned a pile of dust? Now, Collis is ordering a microscopic background check, desperate to tear my fake life to the ground and cage me again. But I'm not running anymore. Once I finish this surgery, I'm taking my son back./1/117488/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6cdd3008c3a40105dbd5959d4e78dd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Walking Blood Bank
For two years, Chloe played the perfect wife to billionaire Julian Sinclair to save her family's business. But she quickly learned she was nothing more than a walking blood bank for his childhood sweetheart, Ava, forced to donate her rare blood under the threat of her family's financial ruin. Julian publicly humiliated Chloe by bringing Ava to her birthday party, letting the mistress flaunt the custom diamond necklace meant for Chloe's anniversary. When Ava deliberately smashed her own head into a table to frame her, Julian didn't hesitate to protect the other woman. "What the hell is wrong with you? I never want to see you again!" He even left a check on the nightstand after a loveless night, coldly ordering Chloe to take a morning-after pill to erase any chance of a child. Chloe couldn't understand why he never took off his wedding ring, or why he tenderly kissed her and begged her not to go when he was drunk. Why give her a fragile spark of hope, only to rush back to Ava the next morning over a faked pregnancy? Staring at his dead eyes as he ordered the butler to throw her packed bags out, the illusion finally shattered. Chloe simply nodded, picked up her suitcase, and walked out into the biting snow to reclaim her life./0/89486/coverorgin.jpg?v=44ed1726c966cc7bd09b6d9b43766a6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FROM MRS. TO ME
"From Mrs. to Me" is a story about Ava, a woman who navigates a tumultuous marriage and emerges stronger and wiser. With the support of her mother, Emma, Ava finds the courage to prioritize her own happiness and well-being. After a divorce, Ava rebuilds her life, focuses on her career, and rediscovers herself. Through her journey, Ava learns valuable lessons about self-love, self-respect, and the importance of prioritizing one's own identity. The story explores themes of female empowerment, personal growth, and the challenges of relationships. Ultimately, Ava's story is one of transformation and liberation, as she finds happiness and fulfillment on her own terms. The book serves as a powerful reminder for women to prioritize their own worth, happiness, and well-being above societal expectations./1/108415/coverorgin.jpg?v=20de5bb9175113555955e665de0106ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Fake Savior: Unmasking The Truth
I was a disgraced heiress hiding as a dishwasher in a high-end club, scrubbing lipstick off glasses until my fingers went numb. One night, I was forced to deliver a bottle of vintage whiskey to the penthouse, only to find the tech billionaire Kenan Cervantes collapsing from a lethal neural storm. I used my surgeon’s training to save his life, holding him in the dark until his fever finally broke. The next morning, the world I knew shattered. My coworker Tiffany, who hadn't even stepped foot in the room, claimed my identity as the savior. She signed a non-disclosure agreement and walked away with a $200,000 check, while I was accused of stealing the whiskey and had my entire month's wages forfeited as punishment. While Tiffany was flaunting Chanel suits and posting photos from his balcony, I was being shoved into the mud by my abusive foster father in a dark alley. I watched from the shadows as Kenan stepped into his luxury car, looking right through me with nothing but cold distaste. To him, I was just "street trash" cluttering the sidewalk, while the imposter was the "angel" who had stabilized his heart. The injustice felt like a physical weight. I had quieted the noise in his brain and kept him from the brink of death, yet I was the one facing eviction and hunger. I didn't understand how he could be a genius and still be so blind to the truth, rewarding a thief while I rotted in the basement. Everything reached a breaking point when Tiffany forced me to sneak into his penthouse to help her maintain the lie. But Kenan returned from Tokyo early, finding me on the terrace with his military-grade protection dog. The beast that had tried to bite Tiffany was now resting its head in my lap, protecting me from its own master. Kenan dropped his briefcase, his eyes locking onto mine as the fragmented memories of the storm finally clicked into place. "You," he whispered./1/110918/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdc00c2dbf71d1765d22b4f9ef5b4e02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scar He Gave, The Queen I Became
I was dragged from the bottom of a pool, soaking wet and freezing, only to be accused by my husband of trying to drown his mistress. He believed her lies completely. He saw her feigned cough and trembling shoulders but was blind to my chattering teeth and the genuine terror in my eyes from my severe water PTSD. "Your jealousy is a sickness," he spat, ignoring my pleas. He threatened me with divorce and financial ruin for my family, all while his mistress, Isabelle, smirked at me from behind his back. He let me collapse onto the cold marble floor, turning his back on three years of marriage to comfort the woman who had set me up. The irony was suffocating. I was the one who had saved his life from a river years ago, an act that left me with a crippling phobia and a permanent scar he never noticed. He thought Isabelle was the traumatized victim. He thought my love was a transaction. That night, the love died. I walked away from his millions and the pathetic wife he thought I was. From the hidden lining of my clutch, I pulled out an encrypted phone he'd never seen and gave a single command: "Execute." My life as Mrs. Mueller was over. My real life was just beginning./1/106225/coverorgin.jpg?v=70a81998e6fd0370e733de999f1d8d28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Caught Him Cheating, I Married Another
I walked into my apartment dripping wet from the rain, only to hear a guttural moan coming from the bedroom. I told myself it was just the TV, but my shaking hands could barely fit the key into the lock. When the door swung open, I saw a pair of red stilettos on the floor and my fiancé's favorite silk tie discarded like trash. I pushed the bedroom door open to find Javon in our bed with another woman, the sheets I had just washed two days ago tangled around them. Instead of apologizing, Javon looked at me with a sneer and barked, "You don't know how to knock?" He claimed he paid the bills, even though I worked double shifts just to keep the lights on while he chased a promotion he'd never get. When I slapped him, he didn't show remorse-he called me a "stupid bitch" and lunged at me with a look of pure malice. My life was a total wreck; my fiancé was a cheater, and my grandmother was about to be kicked out of her nursing home because I was forty dollars short of the payment. I felt like I was falling off a cliff with no one to catch me. Why was the man I loved treating me like a cockroach in my own home? Just as Javon moved to strike me, a shadow fell over the room. A man in an expensive black trench coat stood in the doorway, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the room. It was Carmine Wilkinson, a man I had never met but whose terrifying calm made my heart stop. He didn't look at the trash on the bed; he only looked at me. He handed me a monogrammed handkerchief and asked one simple, brutal question. "Do you want revenge?" I nodded, desperate for any lifeline in the middle of my imploding world. He didn't offer me a shoulder to cry on; he looked me in the eye and gave me an ultimatum that would change my life forever. "Good. Get your ID. We're going to City Hall."/0/49595/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac00ff25dc76c20d3b723aaf557c8ca7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Devil In Disguise.
When Kelvin's mother's phony death triggers a nightmarish chain of events, he's trapped in a sinister web of deception spun by his ex-girlfriend Gloria and former best friend Jeoffery. With vengeance in their hearts, they'll stop at nothing to claim what they believe is rightfully theirs. As Kelvin endures unimaginable torment, his sister Jackie and her unwavering partner Alex embark on a desperate quest to uncover the truth and rescue him. Amidst the chaos, buried family secrets resurface, tearing at the seams of trust and unity. But the ultimate revelation that Jeoffery is no stranger threatens to shatter their identity completely. Set against a backdrop of opulent wealth and urban intrigue, "Devil in Disguise" takes readers on a heart-stopping journey through manipulation, suspense, and the undying bonds of family. Will the Clydes emerge from the shadows of their past, or will their legacy remain forever fractured?/1/103566/coverorgin.jpg?v=937c0c47767b3b201f02590e4b9dec64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Meek For High Society, Too Deadly To Cross
Three years into her marriage, Natalia caught her husband in a secret affair with her own sister-who was already pregnant with his baby. She refused to swallow the betrayal. After the divorce, she kept her head down as a modest nutritionist, while the city's elite waited for her to crumble. They had no idea she was also a miracle healer, a highly decorated special-ops veteran, a ghost-level hacker, and a world-renowned pharmacist. When her ex finally recognized her, he begged. Before she could respond, the formidable magnate tightened an arm around her waist. "You think you can steal my wife?"/0/97465/coverorgin.jpg?v=c44b67b8937ee7a24c7b40a15378f1be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Vows, Sealed In Love
After a year apart, Iris caught her husband, Caden, in what looked like an affair and made up her mind to file for divorce. Caden pinned her to the wall, his breath warm, his tone lazy and cold. "Divorce? Fine. But didn't we agree to have a child? Give me one, then we're done-assuming you can keep me interested long enough to want one. Until then, don't count on it." And so began her desperate, humiliating journey to get pregnant-not out of love, but for freedom. Later, the man who never begged cracked first, voice wrecked with tears. "Forget the kid. Just don't leave me."/1/103879/coverorgin.jpg?v=393cc01b8637d0242c4b46677b90e13e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Marriage Was A Lie, Her Happy Ending Wasn't
Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company. But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along. When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend." Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival. When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate. "She's already married—to me."/0/64770/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dc647c6b397f3b10bf6909d7c5b6c2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Spotlight
Vanessa Harrington, sexy, sassy, beautiful, black, bold, a well-known celebrity and a music artist, is framed with taking drugs and involving in child sexual abuse. This simple allegation tore down her career and took everything away from her-well, not everything because she still got her family and her three best friends in her hometown. She decided to go back to Barnes City to renovate herself and hopefully build back her career, but she disguised herself so she could have a normal life for once in her entire life and so no one would recognise her and call her shitty names. Taking a break from limelight, she takes a drastic turn and moves to Barnes as Nessa Dean; there she meets a sexy churchboy whom she chases around.Liam Kent, who just moved to Barnes a month before Vanessa came back, didn't want anything to do with her, and this infuriated her, and she swore she was going to get him by all means. Would she get him? What happens when her friends make a bet on her getting the guy? Would her new life as a bartender be permanent, or would she get her old life back? Would Liam's religious beliefs get in the way of him noticing this crazy girl with a foul mouth and hood character?/1/103410/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8830d0ba6194ee66e8f8f538b3c5bd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Slander To Stardom: All Eyes On The Unlikely Heiress
On their wedding anniversary, Emma saw her husband holding a pregnant woman in his arms. The man who once promised her forever spoke without emotion. "She's pregnant. Let's get a divorce." With her mother-in-law and the mistress scheming together, Emma cut all ties and left without a second glance. After the divorce, she shed the image of a plain homemaker. Genius doctor, jewelry designer, secret hacker, lost heiress-Emma stunned all as she reclaimed her life. Her ex begged for another chance, but Emma, now holding the richest man's hand, simply smiled. "Who are you again?"/0/74470/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a731ca7cddeb136445a3188cb17eba7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBORN IN VENGEANCE, REWRITTEN IN LOVE
Elena Hart once had everything, money, beauty, and a kind heart that trusted too easily. But her perfect marriage to the charming Liam Blackwood ended in betrayal and even murder, planned by him and her best friend, Serena Cole. Her whole world fell apart. Yet death wasn't the end for her. One day, Elena woke up in her 22 year old body, seven years before the day she was meant to die. Her memories were broken, but she was filled with a strong will: this time, she would write her own ending. Reborn, Elena was no helpless princess. With the knowledge of what was to come and a clever, quick mind, she stepped into a world of secret business deals, hidden family stories, and a love triangle that made her quest for revenge even more complicated. There was Adrian Voss, the mysterious rival CEO whose cold look hid a past linked to hers, and Noah Grant, her childhood friend whose quiet loyalty showed deep, unspoken love. As Elena fought against Liam and Serena's evil plans, she uncovered even darker secrets, Hart Industries was really a front for a criminal empire, her mother's death was no accident, and maybe her second chance at life was part of a strange, bigger bargain. With every twist and turn, Elena had to choose between seeking revenge or forgiving, between following love or standing on her own. But in a game where enemies wear smiles and allies hide daggers, trust could be her downfall... or her redemption./1/106227/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bab4241b23542c41a61aea1fb06819b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Dare: My Secret Husband
I was the "little bird" of the Carlson empire, living a comfortable but caged life under the thumb of my guardian, Francis. To the world, Christ Carlson was the cold, untouchable machine who ran the family business, a man I called "Uncle" but who treated me like a ghost in the hallway. One drunken night in Las Vegas, desperate to finally "poke the bear" and feel alive, I leaned into his shadows and whispered a dare that would ruin me. I asked the most terrifying man I knew if he dared to marry me right then and there. He didn't laugh. He stood up, dragged me to a tacky chapel, and forced a massive diamond onto my finger with a grip like iron. The "asexual" machine everyone feared turned into a predator the moment we reached his penthouse, claiming me with a bruising intensity that left me breathless and broken. By morning, I was trapped in a living nightmare. Christ forced me to hide the marriage, demanding I play the part of the dutiful niece while he owned me in the shadows. He replaced my ripped clothes with thousands of dollars in designer silk, essentially buying my silence and my body in one cold transaction. Now, I’m back at the family estate, hiding a five-carat ring on a chain under my shirt and praying Francis doesn't see the marks on my neck. I thought I was being rebellious, but I didn't realize Christ Carlson had been waiting for me to walk into his trap for years. I am legally his, physically his, and he has no intention of ever letting me go. Every time he looks at me, I feel the cage door slamming shut, realizing I’ve traded a guardian who ignores me for a husband who wants to dismantle me piece by piece. At breakfast, Christ pressed his shoe firmly against my inner thigh under the table, his gaze locked on mine while he discussed my future with Francis. "I think it's time we found her a match," Christ said, his voice a lethal, calm purr. "I was thinking of keeping her in the family."/0/39898/coverorgin.jpg?v=c45a06097daa7da1785e0c60ea460551&imageMogr2/format/webp)
