Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback
I lay on the freezing bathroom floor, my life slipping away in crimson rivulets as I lost the baby Harrison claimed he wanted more than breath itself. In the next room, my husband was laughing into his phone, discussing party decorations with his mistress. When I finally dragged myself to the door to beg for help, he just stepped over me. "Call a doctor," he sighed, annoyed. "I have to go. Brooke's flight lands in an hour." Three days later, during a bank robbery, the gunmen held pistols to both our heads and gave Harrison a choice: save me, or save his mistress. Harrison didn't even blink. "Let the blonde go," he said, his voice void of emotion. "She's vital. Keep the wife. She's just insurance." I took a bullet because of him. But the true kill shot came when I woke up in the hospital. The family lawyer looked at me with pity and revealed the truth: Harrison never filed our marriage license. For three years, I wasn't his wife. I was just a prop. A clean face to front his estate while he laundered money. Harrison thought he had won when he drugged me and put me on a rigged boat to ship me away to an asylum. He watched from the dock as the vessel exploded into a fireball, believing his problem was incinerated. He thinks I'm dead. He thinks he's free to rule his empire with the woman who destroyed my life. But he forgot one thing: you can't kill a ghost. And I'm coming back to burn his world to ash./1/117678/coverorgin.jpg?v=feefcbb7246e43b59e3cf167744c2e2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Heartbreak: The Genius Ex-Wife
I am the Sterling family's "disposable" wife. For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to Heathcliff Sterling, swallowing every insult and giving up my entire life just to earn a shred of his affection. My reward? On our third anniversary, I found him in a luxury suite, wrapped around my ballerina sister, Georgiana. My parents sneered, "Georgiana is a swan; you're just the mud beneath her feet. You should be grateful you were even allowed to be her placeholder." My husband spat, "You're an uneducated parasite. What good are you besides spending my money?" Everyone waited for me to crumble. Everyone waited for me to beg. They were wrong. When the once-timid placeholder finally tears off her mask and returns with a plan to dismantle their world, those who mocked me, betrayed me, and looked down on me will finally learn the meaning of fear. Divorce? Absolutely. But I'm not just leaving-I'm leaving behind a reason that will destroy his reputation. Spending his money? Naturally. I'll drain his accounts until he's nothing but a laughingstock at every gala he attends. "Heathcliff, are you finished playing?" I swirl my wine, watching the color drain from their smug faces. "Because now, it's my turn."/1/102429/coverorgin.jpg?v=b54868f94dfbabbdfca92208d08d9145&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ocean's Grave To Queen
Fifteen years. That' s how long my fiancé, Blake, and I spent building our empire from nothing. On the night he was supposed to propose, a single phone call shattered our perfect future. He publicly abandoned me for a young art student, Hayleigh, who then framed me for violent attacks and faked a pregnancy to win his sympathy. The nightmare ended on a cliff's edge, where our rival forced a choice: save me, or save her. Blake screamed her name. Even my own birth parents, tech billionaires who had only just found me, chose her over their own flesh and blood. As I plunged into the icy ocean, I didn't understand. Why would the man I built a life with, and the family I just found, abandon me for a web of lies? They all thought I was dead. But two years later, I walked back into Miami, ready to take back my city and burn their world to the ground./0/86531/coverorgin.jpg?v=24e22ad953b0ac5addf383624699c9c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Life, Stolen Love
The first thing I noticed was the jarring yellow light, not the soft city gray I expected, and a small boy playing on my bedroom floor. He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes and smiled, saying, "Mommy, you're awake!" My heart hammered. Then my husband, Mark, walked in, followed by my parents, casually talking about "our son, Leo," as if this wasn't an impossible nightmare. They presented a birth certificate, DNA test, and even hospital footage, all with my name, proving I was Leo' s mother, claiming my successful career was a delusion caused by mental illness. They drugged me, gaslit me, and painted me as the unstable one, making me doubt my entire memory and sanity. How could my own body, my own family, betray me so completely? Was I truly losing my mind? Just as I surrendered to this crushing reality, a woman identical to me, my long-lost twin sister Ashley, appeared, triggering a chilling revelation: the lie was real, but it wasn't mine-it was hers. This child, this life, belonged to Ashley, while Mark and my parents had conspired to steal my identity and sanity. I had to play their game, pretending to accept my "illness," to reclaim my life and unmask their monstrous deception./0/80691/coverorgin.jpg?v=9cebbe584ec518d31ed535941d022021&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day My Fiancée Married Another
I was finally marrying Savi, the girl I’d given up my dream tech job for, the one for whom I’d poured years into building software for her family’s oil company. Today was supposed to be our day to get our marriage license, the culmination of a five-year journey, two of them spent dedicated to her father’s business. Then her text came, an hour before the courthouse: a “massive family emergency.” A quick dismissal for our future. Soon after, a plain envelope arrived. Inside: a marriage certificate. Savannah Monroe. Married. To her personal assistant. Today. She showed up later, tear-streaked and with Caleb, who looked suspiciously unwell. "Terminal leukemia," she tearfully explained. "His dying wish. A compassionate act. It changes nothing for *us*." She called *me* selfish for questioning this insane charade, for having the audacity to care that my fiancée just married another man. The sheer, breathtaking nerve of it. Married someone else, spun a ludicrous lie, and then tried to make me the villain for wanting out. This wasn't just a betrayal; it was a brazen insult, a transactional disregard for everything I'd built, for *us*. My gut churned with a cold, simmering rage. When her father’s goons showed up, "insisting" I attend their crucial gala to play the dutiful fiancé for a multi-million-dollar deal, I had a choice. Play along for their empire, or turn their meticulously planned spotlight into their worst nightmare. I decided then and there: they wanted a show? They’d get a show./1/106647/coverorgin.jpg?v=a33a748ee9c104a58e7182c1420a7a87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stoic Billionaire's Secret Family Exposed
I lived in a sanitized mansion kept at a constant sixty-five degrees, governed by a legal contract that dictated everything from our intimacy schedule to my "modest" wardrobe. My husband, Cedrick Fields, was a world-renowned stoic who preached discipline and emotional detachment, treating our marriage like a corporate merger and me like a line-item expense he was tired of paying. The illusion of his "virtuous" life shattered when I found his hidden tablet. I expected corporate secrets, but instead, I found a folder titled "Sanctuary." It was filled with photos of him laughing on yachts and playing with a toddler who undeniably had his eyes. He wasn't a cold machine; he was a devoted father and a passionate lover to socialite Julianna Baird. When I tried to fight back, his assistant threatened to cut the funding for my mother's ventilator, forcing me to sign a document admitting I was "mentally unstable." Then, Cedrick did the unthinkable: he moved his mistress and secret child into our home, relegating me to the servants' quarters and ordering me to play the "reclusive aunt" to protect his public image. I was forced to watch them play "happy family" in the rooms I once decorated, realizing even my own step-family had been on his payroll for years, helping him hide the betrayal. They all knew about his second life while I was being starved of affection and dignity in a house that felt more like a prison every day. But Cedrick's arrogance was his ultimate downfall. He was so distracted by moving Julianna into the master suite that he didn't bother to read the stack of NDAs I placed on his desk. Hidden among the corporate jargon was a petition for the dissolution of our marriage. He signed it without even looking up from his phone, unknowingly handing me the legal victory I needed. I didn't just leave that night; I walked out with his signature on a divorce and a folder full of evidence that would burn his "stoic" reputation to the ground./1/120274/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f300b789b9c1876c1d6ee3a9c80c8e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Cold Heir: Watch Me Rise
Elena Bailey’s marriage to billionaire heir Barrett Harding had never been a love story. It was a cold arrangement wrapped in diamonds, a beautiful ceremony with no marriage inside it. After months abroad, Barrett returned to New York with a lavish yacht party, champagne, cameras, and socialites hanging on his arm. Everyone knew the Harding heir was back. Everyone except his wife. When Barrett finally came home, he treated Elena like an unwanted inconvenience. At a formal family dinner, he humiliated her in front of his parents, and they watched with cold approval, as if his wife were worth less than the servants who whispered about her behind her back. Then, later that night, he pulled over beside a dark highway exit, unclipped her seatbelt, and ordered her out of his car so he could go meet another woman. That was when Elena finally stopped begging for a marriage that had never existed. But one question refused to leave her alone. If the Hardings despised her so much, why had they insisted Barrett marry her in the first place? When Elena confronted her mother-in-law, the always-composed Eleanor Harding finally cracked. “Name your price, Elena. How much will it take for you to sign the NDA and disappear quietly?” Then Eleanor pushed an eight-figure check across the table. Elena looked at the money and understood the truth. She had never been the lucky orphan who married into power. She had been chosen. Used. Buried inside a secret rotten enough to terrify one of New York’s most untouchable families. So Elena walked away from the money, ordered her lawyer to serve the divorce papers, and made herself a promise. She would uncover the truth. And when she was done, the Harding empire would burn./1/104376/coverorgin.jpg?v=188dcabf07f8419997ba932b6bcddd6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Illness Was A Weapon
For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch. Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his mistress-kissing her feet, sharing greasy pizza. His "illness" was a lie, a weapon used only against me. When I confronted him, he chose her. To protect his reputation, he threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving cancer treatment. The price for her life? I had to publicly announce I was barren and welcome his mistress and their child into our home. My six years of sacrifice, my entire life, had been a lie designed to control and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a disposable tool. The next day, in front of a room full of reporters, he handed me the script for my public humiliation. I tore it to pieces. Then I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I am here today to announce that my marriage to Jackson York is over."/0/20993/coverorgin.jpg?v=3585a87db2d26b25fe8857d088ef1193&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pleasuring The Maid
"Let us touch you Ava, let us show you how good we can make you feel princess." It was Ray who spoke, his deep yet erotic voice sending shivers down my spine. "Goddess damn Ava, I want to feel your skin." Bray rasped, already tugging off sweats from my legs. "The Tee goes off too angel." Ray helped me off my Tee, throwing it somewhere on the floor, I couldn't care less. ******* Ava Awino Moreti is an 18 year old girl who is all alone in the world with nobody to run to. After the death of her mother, her only parent, she is offered a job as a maid by the Romans family. There, she gets taunted by two brothers but amidst it all, she finds herself in their arms. As Bryson's traumatic past is revealed, so does her life change completely. The relationship leads to the revelation of secrets surrounding their lives. She realizes that her whole life has been nothing but a lie, including the people she thought she knew. Her aunt Eve turns out to be someone she never expected to be. Her relationship with Ray and Bryson is put into test as everything is shed into the light. Will they stick together or will the never ending secrets destroy them completely?/1/122870/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c0553972b350412218dd8d0c05b2ef0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not The Hideous Bride, Just A Goddess In Disguise
Forced into an arranged marriage with a woman rumored to be hideous, Nolan barely acknowledged his new wife and spent most nights away from home. Instead, he became hopelessly obsessed with a mysterious beauty whose many identities left everyone speechless. She was a medical prodigy, dazzling figure skater, and underground boxing champion, yet she always vanished before dawn. After a relentless search, Nolan uncovered the unbelievable truth. The woman he had fallen desperately in love with was actually his own neglected wife. Now she'd decided to end their marriage contract, and he'd do anything to win her back./1/104701/coverorgin.jpg?v=c469421b3094b1ea4637af2a2dedeb3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Second Chance For Us
For five years, I was tech billionaire Alden Maxwell' s secret. A pretty accessory on his arm, a deal I made to save my father' s life. I played my part, quietly planning my escape for the day our contract ended. But then his first love, Amanda, came back. At a lavish auction, he spent ten million dollars to outbid me for my own mother' s heirloom bangle, only to place it on Amanda' s wrist, calling it a "token of his undying affection." Later, he told me I was just practice. A "little bird" he could use to learn how to be gentle before he went back to his true love. That' s when the last of my foolish hope died. I was never a person to him, just a transaction he could buy and discard. So I disappeared. I took a five-year, off-grid research position and cut all ties. When he finally tracked me down, begging me to name my price, I faced him through the sterile glass of the facility and gave him my final answer. "We' re done."/1/102430/coverorgin.jpg?v=788d741e80ae91302203032f560a9cb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Never Loved
For two years, my husband Hunter flaunted his affair, using his mistress's fake pregnancy to torture me. I endured it all for our daughter, trapped in a gilded cage where he expected me to mistake his strangling for passion. Then his mistress whispered cruel lies to my six-year-old, telling her that her daddy would abandon her for the new baby. My daughter vanished. While I searched frantically, Hunter was unreachable, still with her. When he finally appeared, he shielded his mistress from my desperate rage, his wedding ring glinting as he pushed me away. With our daughter still missing, he pleaded with me. "Krystal, she's pregnant, don't hurt her!" The years of suppressed anger finally exploded. After our daughter was found safe, I looked him dead in the eye and told him the truth he'd been desperate to avoid. "I want a divorce, Hunter. I never loved you. I hate you."/0/86532/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc238c5793f20b75da80777b312f8d90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dancer's Ruin, The Heiress' Rise
The world came back in pieces – white ceilings, antiseptics, and screaming pain in my legs. Just scant hours earlier, I was a dancer, living a dream. I' d secured the lead role with the most prestigious company, my future dazzling bright. Then, the alley. The cold pavement. Shadows that became men, their grunts, their laughter, and the blinding pain that extinguished my world. Now, a steady beep. I was alive, but my body felt like a broken prison. That' s when I heard their voices outside my hospital room. My fiancé, Ethan, and my brother, Caleb. The two men I trusted most. Their words were a poison, chilling me to the bone: "The job is done, Caleb. They did exactly what we paid them to do... She' s out of the picture." My mind reeled. Paid them? The men who did this to me? It couldn't be. Hallucinations from a head injury, surely. But then, Ethan' s voice, sharp and cruel: "Think about what's at stake. The inheritance. Sophia's future... Ava was in the way." My own brother, complicit. The protectors I relied on were the monsters who brutalized me. And the doctor' s grave prognosis confirmed my worst fears: "She will never dance again." Ethan' s sigh of relief, Caleb' s chilling agreement to "standard care only," condemned me to a life of pain and disability, ensuring my ruin. They were chaining me to a fate worse than death itself. I was meant to be their broken doll, a pawn in their twisted game. But as a single tear traced a path down my temple, a silent fury ignited. I wasn't just observing. I was watching. And I was going to make them pay./1/113786/coverorgin.jpg?v=31ad59dc0ebbc0e5855feb2748f4813f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress's Spectacular High Society Comeback
Elliana and her six-year-old daughter Clara were trapped in a horrific, bloody car crash. A private medical helicopter bearing her husband's family crest touched down on the wet asphalt, but the paramedics ran straight past her crushed SUV. They rushed to the sleek sports car that had rear-ended them. Sitting inside were her husband Devontae's mistress and her daughter, suffering from nothing more than a minor scratch and a panic attack. Trapped under twisted metal, Elliana dialed her husband's number with bloody fingers, begging him to save their dying child. "Stop being so dramatic, Elliana," Devontae snapped impatiently over the phone. "I am sick of you using Clara to play the victim. Kyle needs to get to the hospital immediately." He hung up, and the helicopter lifted off into the night sky, leaving Elliana and Clara in the absolute dark. Elliana watched her daughter's tiny hand drop lifelessly. In absolute despair and suffocating hatred, she dropped a lighter into the pooled gasoline, letting a wall of fire consume them both. As the flames blistered her skin, she felt a profound, agonizing injustice. She had hidden her brilliant talents and played the submissive, perfect wife just to protect his fragile ego, but her endless sacrifices had only bought them a fiery grave. Why did her devotion end with her child bleeding to death in the cold rain while the mistress flew away to safety? Opening her eyes, Elliana violently gasped for air in her massive velvet bed. She stared at the glowing date on her phone screen. It was exactly six months before the crash. The phantom pain in her crushed legs reminded her of the hell she had just crawled back from. She got out of bed, her eyes as cold and sharp as broken glass. This time, she would send them all to hell first./0/56683/coverorgin.jpg?v=8788902c13147f8e71c25cef9a09def2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"/0/83288/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3ff5d587af90aa8b0c26d179384da50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Brother, My Vendetta
I remember the Orlando theme park vividly, a chaotic backdrop to the day I, Sarah, believed I saved my younger brother, Kevin, from a suspicious beat-up van and the men within. For twenty-two agonizing years that followed, he systematically dismantled my happiness, turning my very existence into a meticulously crafted hell, blaming me for every one of his pathetic failures and wasted life choices. On my fortieth birthday, as celebratory champagne turned to deadly poison in my throat, Kevin leaned close, his eyes glinting with pure, unadulterated triumph, whispering, "You should have let me go, Sarah; this is all your fault." That agonizing betrayal, that final, calculated act of malice, consumed me entirely as darkness quickly enveloped my world, stealing my breath and my future. I died, drowning in his insidious lies and my own complete helplessness, forever haunted by his chilling words, believing my life was ultimately a tragic, unending consequence of his twisted vendetta. Then, with a jarring jolt, I was miraculously back in that exact moment, the searing Florida sun oppressive, the cheerful theme park music grating, fully transported to the very nightmare where my torment began. There he was again, my sixteen-year-old brother Kevin, a familiar cocky smirk adorning his young face, confidently heading straight for the same beat-up van and its sinister occupants. This time, no frantic screams of warning tore from my throat; no desperate rush to interfere compelled my feet forward, no instinct to rescue him remained. A chilling stillness settled deep within my core, an immediate echo of the grave he' d prepared for me, as I consciously embraced a profoundly different path. I watched him climb into the decrepit van, watched its door slam shut on his ignorant bliss, and understood with absolute clarity that my second chance was not for any kind of salvation, but for a justice far colder and more absolute than I ever conceived./0/86857/coverorgin.jpg?v=9cdd4b5883c340120775c2c12f2b7aad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Farewell To A Wicked Wife
The hospital corridor smelled of disinfectant, quiet except for my wife Sarah's voice through the door. She' d claimed amnesia after a car accident, unable to remember me, her husband of five years. But what I heard next wasn't confusion. "It' s just for seven days. Then I'll say my memory came back. He can't blame a 'sick' person, right?" Mark Davis, a junior developer at our company, responded, "Aren't you worried he'll just cut you off? Financially, I mean." Sarah laughed, a chilling sound. "David? He loves me too much. He'll feel guilty and give me anything I want. This is the only way to get him to step down so you can take over the Alpha Corp project. Once you're in charge, everything will be ours." My world shattered. The woman was a stranger. The next day, Sarah, with a fake bandage, announced Mark as acting CTO, thrusting a temporary leave form at me. Everyone watched, expecting an explosion. They knew I co-founded the company, built its technical foundation from scratch. I signed the papers without a word. "Okay," I said, my voice even, leaving Sarah bewildered. Did they truly believe I was blind to their scheme? She had no idea. The Alpha Corp project, her intended prize for Mark, had a one-hundred-million-dollar penalty for failure. A seven-day time bomb she had just armed herself. This wasn't merely her plan anymore; it was mine too./0/81017/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a039a015ef8fa57b611c1ce135d3fb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex-Wife's Grand Unmaking
Eight months pregnant, I cradled my swollen belly, anticipating the miracle baby conceived after years of grueling IVF treatments and countless tear-soaked nights. But the scent of barbecue smoke suddenly morphed into burning truth when I overheard my husband Mark' s chilling confession from the patio. He' d feigned my infertility, using me as a mere vessel to carry his mistress Jessica' s child, planning to discard me once his "perfect" blueprint was complete. My world shattered as I understood: my baby was Jessica' s, my love a lie, my body a grotesque incubator in his twisted scheme. That night, Mark drugged me, then, with Jessica and his friends, they violated my unconscious form, gleefully filming my humiliation and sharing it online. As I hemorrhaged and lost the pregnancy, they casually dismissed my pleas, leaving me bleeding and broken, just another inconvenient piece of furniture in their sick game. The dehumanizing assault, the profound betrayal, and the agonizing loss of the child that had only ever been a pawn, ignited a cold, clear rage inside me. How could the man who promised me a family inflict such calculated, monstrous cruelty, turning my deepest desires into instruments of my degradation? Lying naked, covered in my own blood, as their mockery echoed, I realized they hadn' t just broken me; they had inadvertently forged me into an unyielding weapon. They thought they had stripped me of everything, but they had just given me a very specific, unbreakable purpose: to systematically dismantle their lives, piece by excruciating piece./1/122871/coverorgin.jpg?v=848dce601e527923225109d4c7570fdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
They Mocked Me, Unaware I'm The Trillionaire's Treasure
After a single blind date, Coralie impulsively married a complete stranger. Expecting nothing more than a quiet, ordinary marriage, she was surprised to discover her new husband was endlessly attentive and refused to leave her side. Even more mysteriously, every crisis she faced seemed to disappear the moment he stepped in, though he always brushed it off as pure coincidence. Then everything changed when she watched a televised interview with the world's most influential billionaire. The powerful man on the screen had the exact same face as the husband sleeping beside her!/1/106973/coverorgin.jpg?v=a70de40fabb9754f87c53d29c1d64537&imageMogr2/format/webp)
