Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Sweetheart's Cruelest Betrayal
My childhood sweetheart, Bryce, swore he'd never leave me, even after he was revealed as the long-lost heir to the Larson crime family. He was my home, my future, my protector against his ruthless new world. Then my sister, Diana, reappeared as the polished daughter of a rival Don, and he fell for her instantly. When Diana was "poisoned," Bryce didn't hesitate. He ordered doctors to take my blood for the antidote, a rare transfusion that could kill me. When she framed me as a rat, he had me thrown in a cellar. There, I was beaten, branded like an animal, and left for dead. The man who swore to protect me had me tortured and broken, all for his new love. His final act was to marry me off to a powerful stranger, a political move to get rid of me. But as the black armored car carried me to my new life, he finally came chasing after me, begging for forgiveness. I looked at the man who destroyed me and delivered my final vow. "My name is Callie Benton. And you, Bryce Larson, are nothing but a stranger from a life I no longer remember."/0/85844/coverorgin.jpg?v=2df2c81404d85a95eef25d824d68c61c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Loss, and Vengeful Hearts
The phone rang, an unrecognized number, pulling me away from a routine check-up on a golden retriever. My life, for a moment, felt normal, calm. "Sarah… it' s me." Mary Johnson, my former mother-in-law. We hadn't spoken in three years, not since the funeral. My heart pounded as her strained voice stumbled: "Tomorrow… it' s Ethan' s..." I cut her off, the name a raw wound. Then she dropped the bomb: Mark, my ex-husband, wanted to visit the grave of the son he had killed. The calm shattered. I hung up. I blocked her number. The past, which I had so carefully buried, clawed its way back, a monstrous memory that began with a white leather handbag. Mark' s assistant, Chloe, obsessed with her new Celine, watched as my five-year-old son, Ethan, tripped and spilled juice all over it. Instead of comforting his sobbing child, Mark glared at Ethan, his voice cold: "You need to be punished. You need to learn a lesson about respecting other people's things." That was the excuse. The next day, he took Ethan to his office for a "father-son day." I kissed my boy goodbye, told him to be good for his daddy. It was the last time I saw him alive. The call came when I was thousands of miles away: "Ma'am, there's been an incident involving your son, Ethan. You need to come home immediately." At the hospital, Mark was nowhere to be found. Only his parents, Mary and David, stood by the operating room, their faces pale. The doctor emerged, his face grim. "We did everything we could… We couldn't save him." My world imploded. Then came the police officer, his voice low, detailing the horror: Ethan was found locked in a soundproofed server room at Mark' s office, dead from severe heat stroke. And Mark? He and Chloe left the office for an impromptu trip to Napa. My brain refused to process it. Mark locked our son in a hot room and just left him to die? With her? I fumbled for my phone, needing to hear him deny this monstrous story. His voice, annoyed, answered: "What? I'm busy, Sarah." I choked back tears: "Ethan… Mark, Ethan is dead." Just "Oh." Then Chloe's syrupy voice in the background: "Mark, honey, who is it? Come back to bed." My blood ran cold. "Are you with her?" I asked, my voice a dangerous whisper. He hung up. He blocked me. Our son was dead, and he had blocked my number to avoid ruining his trip with his mistress. The phone clattered to the floor. The world went black./0/62535/coverorgin.jpg?v=7147996fe8a2b7b0596af0768d26af97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REKINDLED FATE
Lila a young orphaned girl who was employed as a maid at a wealthy household thought her life would finally turn around for good. But As her fates tangled with that of the blind young master who took a liking of her, tragedly her life took a very dark turn resulting to her sad dismiss. 10 years later they meet again, this time with different identity and different agendas.../0/46422/coverorgin.jpg?v=06380e0a99ed8e98c202de39254eab44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pact Of Destiny: My Secret Zillionaire Husband
Imagine marrying a poor man only to discover that he wasn't actually poor. Katherine didn't know what else to expect after she got dumped by her boyfriend and ended up marrying another man the very next day. Her new husband, Esteban was handsome, but she thought her marriage life wasn't going to be special at all. It came as a surprise to her when she discovered that Esteban was actually so clingy. Strangely, all the problems she encountered after the marriage were solved with ease. Something just wasn't adding up. Suspiciously, she asked him, "Esteban, what's going on here?" With a shrug, Esteban replied, "Maybe luck is just on your side." Katherine believed it. After all, she had gotten married to Esteban when he was about to go broke. She was the breadwinner of their family. They continued to live life as a simple couple. So, nothing prepared Katherine for the shocker she received one day. Her simple husband was not so simple! She couldn't believe that she was actually married to a zillionaire. While she was still processing the shock, Esteban hugged her and smiled. "Isn’t it great?" Kathrine had a million questions for him./0/81777/coverorgin.jpg?v=032d8eb06d2bdc6ad24724ab1bdd8b7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal in the Family Home
Carol and Frank, a retired principal and fire chief, were weeks away from their 50th wedding anniversary, enjoying the quiet comfort of their Connecticut home. They valued respect and genuine affection far more than material things. Then, their son Michael and his materialistic wife, Tiffany, "gifted" them an extravagant smart refrigerator. Just days later, Tiffany called, her voice sharp, flatly demanding $8,000. This "gift," she declared, was something Carol and Frank now owed them for. Carol was left utterly aghast by the audacious bill. But the true betrayal unfurled when Tiffany, brandishing stolen emails, wickedly accused Carol of secretly funneling her son's inheritance to a "secret daughter," Izzy, demanding $8,000 as compensation. The shock and venom triggered a severe panic attack, sending Carol to the hospital. How could her own son stand by, silent and meek, as his wife spewed such vile lies, claiming his mother had betrayed their entire family? The bitterness of this ingratitude, this monstrous accusation, cut Carol deeper than any pain. Lying vulnerable in her hospital bed, a cold, hard resolve began to set in. Then, Izzy herself arrived, the successful lawyer Tiffany branded a "gold-digger," casually mentioning the antique sapphire pendant she'd couriered as Carol's anniversary gift. A gift Carol had never received. This wasn't just about money or betrayal anymore; it was about theft and desecration. And Carol, the retired principal who knew manipulation when she saw it, was ready to teach a final, devastating lesson./1/112908/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0cf8ad8d2745a93c15f7628254324f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Total Destruction: A Game Of Fatal Obsession
I worked as a surgeon at NewYork-Presbyterian, scrubbing into eight-hour shifts just to pay my father’s mounting medical bills. Then Anton Corbett, the man I had secretly loved for seven years, cornered me in a dark hospital corridor with a demand that shattered my world. He tossed a velvet box open, revealing a diamond necklace, and told me he intended to pursue my best friend, Hayden—the woman currently engaged to my own brother. He didn't ask for my help; he commanded it, using my father’s life-saving treatment as a bargaining chip to force me to betray the people I loved most. When I refused, he didn't just walk away; he systematically dismantled my life, framing me for medical malpractice to strip me of my license and career. My brother was arrested on trumped-up charges, my mother was digging through trash to survive, and Anton sat in his penthouse, watching my family burn while waiting for me to crawl back to him. I had spent my life trying to be invisible, but how could I stand by while the man who owned my family’s debt destroyed everything I held dear? I stood in the freezing midnight rain outside his hotel, broken and desperate, finally surrendering my soul to the devil to save the only people who mattered./1/103209/coverorgin.jpg?v=49f56441ede8d8be0d127b3b8d6448cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Ex, My Bed: The Ultimate Betrayal
I'm a neurosurgeon who makes seven figures. I support my husband, Jackson, and his entire family. For months, I planned the perfect St. Barts vacation for all of us, paying for every last detail. Two days before departure, Jackson dropped a bombshell. He gave my first-class ticket to his ex-girlfriend, Amber. My new itinerary? A series of budget flights, ending with a plane known for crashing into a cliffside. His family, living off my money, agreed. "You're resilient," he said. "Amber's more delicate." My own mother-in-law, whose safety concerns got her a first-class upgrade I paid for, told me Amber "needs this more than you do." I wasn't family. I was just their ATM, and my life was a small price to pay for their comfort. That night, I found Amber sleeping in my bed. The rage was cold and clear. I canceled the trip. I froze their accounts. And I called my lawyer. "File for divorce. And prepare to collect on the multi-million dollar loan they owe me."/1/115724/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1a0d897dcea4cf2ef1dc7f1a4e51e3f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Savior
Charlotte checked her location-sharing app when her fiancé Bradly claimed he was stuck in bridge traffic. Instead, she found him parked two blocks away, letting his first love playfully twist his silk tie. "Charlotte is just a safe backup plan." Hearing him say those words shattered her completely, but throwing the ring in his face was only the beginning of her nightmare. Her parents stormed into her apartment, furious that the broken engagement ruined their corporate funding, and tried to physically assault her. When that failed, her family rushed to the hospice where her grandmother was dying. They dragged the frail woman up by her armpits, forcing a pen into her trembling hand to steal her only apartment building. When Charlotte threw herself over the bed to protect her, her own mother clawed her neck, and her father swung a metal IV pole at her head. The sheer terror was too much, and her grandmother's heart monitor flatlined. Charlotte wept on the floor, unable to understand how her own flesh and blood could trade her for investments and torture a dying woman out of pure greed. But at the funeral, when her parents smugly handed her a lawsuit to seize the assets, Charlotte didn't shed a single tear. "If you don't drop this suit by tomorrow, I will counter-sue you for malicious prosecution." She pulled out a ten-year-old property deed with her own name on it, crushing their greedy dreams instantly. Then, she put on her sharpest black suit and headed to her ex-fiancé's company to completely dismantle his family's empire./1/103522/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad303d43634d6e3f66f4599b2885d788&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix From The Ashes He Created
My boyfriend Jax and I were San Francisco's golden couple, our futures perfectly intertwined. Then his long-lost half-sister, Cinda, arrived, and he began choosing her endless, manufactured crises over me. The night my restaurant caught fire, he abandoned me in the smoke to comfort a whimpering Cinda. "Can't you handle your own drama for once?" he sneered, as my life's work burned. He left me to nearly drown, accused me of faking a concussion after Cinda pushed me down the stairs, and called my pain a pathetic game for attention. I couldn't understand how the man I had loved since high school could become so monstrous. I thought I had lost him to her. But then I overheard his confession. Cinda was just a pawn, a tool he was using to "teach me a lesson" and ensure I'd come crawling back. In that moment, my heartbreak turned to ice. He hadn't just betrayed me; he had proven our entire love story was a lie./1/102427/coverorgin.jpg?v=26a4e55baee6ce23ae85bb6f73fb5a12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Heart Turned To Stone For Him
I was New York's "wild child" artist, sold by my father into a marriage with the powerful Camden Winters. It was a cold transaction-my freedom for a life-saving drug from my family's company. But the drug wasn't for him. It was for Brianne, his fragile childhood sweetheart, the "unforgettable love" he swore to me on our wedding day didn't exist. When we both ended up critically injured in the hospital, the doctors asked my husband who to save first. He didn't hesitate. "Save Brianne." He chose to let his own wife die. After all the lies and betrayals, I finally understood I was just a tool. My heart turned to stone. So I divorced him and vanished. But he hunted me down, destroyed the new life I had built, and dragged me back, discovering I was pregnant with his child. He thought he had me trapped forever. He was wrong. I made him a promise, and then I broke it, leaving him with nothing but the ashes of his obsession./1/102740/coverorgin.jpg?v=02850e2d0ef5f14e437c378f6d869bb1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Brother's Twisted Cruelty
For five years, I paid for a crime my brother never committed. I believed he was in prison and our family was ruined, so I endured homelessness, starvation, and constant torment, all for him. But after my third suicide attempt, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. My suffering wasn't a tragedy; it was a "lesson" orchestrated by my own brother, Ashton. I found him celebrating at our family villa, throwing a lavish party for his girlfriend, Kecia. He called me dramatic and ungrateful. When I finally fought back, he slapped me to the ground, admitting they'd been traveling the world while I begged for scraps. My five years of hell had been their vacation. My life was nothing but a twisted game to teach me humility. So I decided to teach him a final lesson in return. As I bled out in my filthy apartment, I made one last call. "Ashton," I whispered, my voice fading. "Is the punishment over now?"/0/86627/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c287c623c19e1a7c35270e82ab2ae4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn For Vengeance, Not For Love
The sterile scent of the morgue was the last thing I remembered, watching my own lifeless body while my mother sobbed for someone else. My death, labeled a suicide after pushing my foster sister Ashley down the stairs, was a lie. No one cried for me, Chloe Chen; only for Ashley Miller, my mother Sarah' s "precious" foster daughter. My mother's betrayal had been a slow poison: she' d stolen my inheritance, my future, even fabricated a criminal record for my decorated NYPD father to disqualify me from a prestigious government job, all for Ashley. The final blow was discovering the truth in my mother's safe: a secretly altered birth certificate listing Ashley as her biological daughter, and me as erased. The grief consumed me, and my final confrontation ended my life. Lingering as a ghost, I saw Ashley' s faint, triumphant smirk, very much alive, playing the tragic victim. Rage consumed me-a tearing force demanding justice, revenge. Then, the world twisted violently, dissolving into white light, pulling me backward through time. I gasped, sucking in a real breath of warm, lemon-scented air. I was in my childhood bedroom, my phone buzzing with the date: the day my background check for the government job began. I was alive. I was back. This wasn't just a second chance; it was a chance to fight. I heard my mother' s cheerful voice downstairs, cooing over Ashley: "Ashley, darling, come see what I bought you." She presented Ashley with an expensive designer bag, then offered me a cheap knock-off. In my past life, I' d forced a smile, but now, I saw the deliberate cruelty. "No, thank you," I said, my voice clear and firm. My mother' s smile faltered, her face hardening as I called out her insult and Ashley' s fake concern. When I denied Ashley was my sister, her fury erupted, culminating in a violent slap that left me bleeding. Any shred of hope for my mother vanished with that blow. She blamed me for Ashley's feigned injury, demanding an apology. "You hit your own daughter to defend a fraud," I spat, revealing I knew about Ashley' s true parentage, the truth about Jake Miller. Leaving their shattered lies behind, I contacted Officer Thompson, my father' s best friend, to uncover everything about Jake Miller and their scheme. He revealed the horrifying truth: my mother, a victim of human trafficking by Jake Miller at fifteen, had given birth to Ashley and abandoned her, consumed by guilt. Now, that guilt had been weaponized into a calculated criminal conspiracy by Ashley and the recently released Jake Miller. I was done being manipulated. At Ashley' s lavish "victory" party, poised to celebrate her stolen job, I delivered my counter-punch. As the clock struck 8 PM, Ashley' s name was missing from the State Department list. Mine was at the top. Then, the doorbell rang. Two NYPD officers, with David Thompson, delivered the crushing blows: my mother was arrested for fraud and bribery. Ashley' s meltdown began. I silenced my condemning relatives, exposing my mother' s hypocrisy and her scheme to slander my father and erase me. On the living room TV, I projected the forged birth certificates, revealing Sarah' s deceit and Ashley' s true parentage: the daughter of a human trafficker. "This is my father' s house," I told a stunned Ashley, opening the door. "Get out." She retorted with a threat: "My father will hear about this." Knowing Jake Miller' s greed, I set a trap, luring him into a confession that led to his re-arrest. I sent Ashley a photo of her father in handcuffs. I never heard from them again. The past was behind me. I was Chloe Chen, no longer a victim, but finally free./0/80526/coverorgin.jpg?v=1030e217a1160a467ef73c226a5ca81d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sister Who Tried To End Me
Our wedding night. The acrid smell of smoke choked me as roaring flames consumed the beautiful new home I’d bought for Chloe. A heavy vase smashed against my skull. Through the blinding pain, I heard her voice, sharp and cold: "You and Mom and Dad ruined my love. I’ve given everything to Ryan. You destroyed my life. Now you can die with me.” The searing heat enveloped me, then, nothing. I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my own bed, not the master suite, entirely free of smoke or the ominous red decorations. My heart hammered against my ribs; disbelief warred with the dizzying joy of being alive. But then my eyes landed on the digital clock: 11:03 PM. June 12th. This was *the* night. The night Chloe was drugged, the horrifying prelude to my murder. A chilling whisper snaked down my spine as Chloe’s strained voice drifted from next door: “Ethan… I don’t feel good…” The phantom pain of shattered ceramic returned, a stark reminder of her betrayal. My first instinct screamed for me to flee, to escape her, to get out while I still could. But a cold, sharp thought pierced through my fear: Chloe was reborn too, and she was still entangled with Ryan. This time, I wouldn't just run. I would expose their schemes, break free from her toxic grip, and ensure my family’s actual tragedy never happened./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./1/114473/coverorgin.jpg?v=b63057ca022a7515fda6434d728b0600&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Husband, She's Hope
Eliana, once a billionaire heiress, had given up everything to become the perfect ordinary wife for Dustin, meticulously erasing her elite past for him. She cooked, cleaned, and mastered the art of espresso, pouring all her energy into their quiet life. But as she brought him his coffee, she found a bottle of bright pink nail polish and a delicate shark-bone bracelet on his desk, jarringly out of place, instantly shattering her carefully constructed world. Dustin’s cold dismissal stung, yet her corporate upbringing kept her questions silent. Then, her phone buzzed with an anonymous text: "He likes my taste," followed by a photo. It was a woman's pink-nailed hand, intimately on Dustin's thigh in his car, his Patek Philippe watch with its tell-tale scratch mocking her—a watch she had nearly ruined her health to buy him. The elaborate birthday dinner she’d spent hours preparing burned, filling the kitchen with acrid smoke as her marriage turned to ash. Slumped on the freezing floor, a chilling clarity replaced her despair. She clutched the unopened pregnancy test, once a symbol of hope, now a cruel joke. Then, from Dustin's study, came a rare, indulgent laugh. He was on speakerphone with his mistress, Jami, promising her the bracelet, and then, the poisoned blade: "Her? She can't even remember what date it is. She just sits at home all day studying broken recipes." Today was Eliana's 30th birthday, forgotten and weaponized against her. The sorrow evaporated, replaced by cold, absolute resolve. Eliana stepped out from the shadows, her hand flat against the heavy wood, and shoved the mahogany door open with a resounding thud. "Is that so? I didn't realize my recipes were so boring."/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?/0/18108/coverorgin.jpg?v=b75bc606cc2480bbdc48d57780e23432&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA COLLATERAL (Mafia series 2)
"Do you wish to die, Dr. Sadia?" He inquired all of a sudden, catching her off guard. She was taken aback with his question. What the hell type of question was that? "Of course not." She mumbled through my tears. "Will you do anything to live?" "Yes." She immediately said without thinking. "Alright then," he lowered the gun. She let out a breath that she hadn't even realised that she was holding in. He walked towards her and caught her arm and began to drag her back to the car. She was relieved beyond belief. 'Is he letting me go? He didn't kill me that that means he's letting me go.' She thought innocently. "Are you letting me go?" She inquired in a hushed voice. He scoffed and pulled opened the passenger seat door and shoved her inside. "No," he stood by the door and leaned inside so that he was inches away from her face. "You said you'll do anything to live, right?" "Yes." she gulped, not liking the sound of this. He smirked as his eyes flashed and she saw his expression change from deadly lethal to mischievous. "Welcome to the world of the Mafia Dr. Sadia. You've just become our most important collateral at winning many battles in this Mafia war." Dr. Sadia Rehman is taken as collateral by Zameer Sheikh, in order for him to redeem himself and prove his loyalty and devotion to his boss. A SEQUEL TO MAFIA INDEBTED. COVER CREDITS @Uzmyyhere/0/80370/coverorgin.jpg?v=96d80467064b3f577562902934a4ed22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Act of Kindness, One Blacklist
Fresh out of grad school with a hefty education degree and crushing student loans. I tweaked my resume, dropping the master's, just to get a job as a domestic. My first gig was for the ultra-rich Davis family. I quickly discovered their nine-year-old daughter, Chloe, wasn't a "terror" but a traumatized child, neglected and abused. Her parents, especially her mother, ignored her cries for help, then punished her for every slight. I couldn't stand by. I protected Chloe, showed her kindness, and slowly, a bond formed. But the moment their cruel matriarch caught wind of it, she used my falsified resume as an excuse to destroy me. I was fired, blacklisted from every wealthy family in the city, and left penniless, deemed a liar and a troublemaker. How could showing a suffering child an ounce of compassion lead to me losing everything? I was stranded, my career shattered, all for daring to care where others wouldn't. The injustice burned, leaving me with nothing but despair. Just when I thought this was the end, Chloe, the very girl I was accused of "manipulating," ran away from her gilded cage and found me. Clinging to me as her last hope, she whispered, "I have a plan."/0/82873/coverorgin.jpg?v=5185b72329a6b0cd4dc8f3877aef66a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
