Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Wife He Tried to Erase
My doctor told me I had two weeks before a cerebral hematoma erased all my memories. I called my husband, Griffith, my rock, desperate for his comfort. He hung up on me. A text message followed: Come to the Aurora Gallery. Now. There, I was drugged, stripped naked, and put on a rotating pedestal as a live art installation for his mistress, Beryl. He watched from the crowd, smiling, and kissed her as the audience applauded my humiliation. When I discovered I was pregnant, he hid the sonogram. Then, for Beryl's next "art concept," he had his men drag me to a hospital and forced me to abort our child. He put our baby's body on display in the gallery. After I was kidnapped by men Beryl hired, I called him one last time, begging for my life as they held me over a cliff. He was with her. "Stop this nonsense," he said, annoyed, before hanging up. They cut the rope, and I plunged into the icy sea. But I didn't die. I woke up in Florence with no memory, a new name, and a kind man named Conner who nursed me back to health. Two years later, I returned to New York on Conner's arm, ready to attend our engagement party. And I saw him in the crowd, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Adelia?" he whispered, his face a mask of hope and horror. "Is that really you?"/0/50526/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8e8bcaa10aa732663f3c417521a4385&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Revenge: It took a wrong turn
Unlike other children who grew up with their parents, Williams smith was an exception. His mother, who was the only parent he met when he came into this world, was murdered in cold blood while he was much younger. He was the only witness to her death and had barely escaped from the murderers. The incident was reported at the police station but the case was closed in a short while. Seeing how much power the murderers had to have even bribed the police, Williams smith sought power, and after 10 years when he had become a billionaire, he came back to his hometown to seek his revenge. While he was still at it, he met and fell in love with Ava Claire, a practicing medical doctor who was sent to be his doctor since he had a psychological illness that came up every once in a while. Little did he know that her dad was the perpetrator of his mother's murder. What happened after he found out? Did he continue with his taste for revenge or did he let love prevail? Find out the aftermath of "The billionaire's revenge, it took a wrong turn"./1/117687/coverorgin.jpg?v=9adb97e7946b008bf34b95b096e402a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback
I woke up in a squalid apartment with a splitting headache, realizing I had lost an entire year of my life. For twelve months, my body had been piloted by someone else. Before I could even process the agony in my brain, the family butler dragged me back to my wealthy, toxic home. That's when I found out my "other self" had publicly drugged Clay Tate, a prominent heir, turning me into a desperate, unhinged laughingstock. My father didn't care about my blackouts or the blinding pain in my head. He froze all my accounts and threatened me. "You will get on your knees, and you will apologize to their son." My stepmother fanned the flames of his rage, while my stepsister Blair played the perfect, concerned angel, secretly ensuring the whole school gossiped about how pathetic I was. When I went to school, everyone looked at me with pure disgust, treating me like a diseased pariah. I didn't even remember doing any of it. Why had the other me targeted Clay so obsessively? And to make matters worse, the only cure for my neurological torture—a rare Ghost Orchid—was snatched right in front of me by my cold-blooded arranged fiancé, Julian Astor-Vance. I refused to be their helpless scapegoat for another second. I tracked the billionaire down to a dingy convenience store and blocked his wheelchair. "Give it back to me." This time, I was taking control of my own life./0/85891/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9d72e5d28184156d0b5846402d6ca63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Landlord’s Game of Control
Mr. Henderson' s smile, wide and greasy, never reached his eyes. "What is it now, Sarah?" he' d asked, after ignoring my pleas for two weeks to fix the heater in my drafty apartment. He dismissed the strange, sweet smell coming from the vents as just an "old building" problem, scoffing that "You women are always worried about something." But the real insult came when my 72-year-old mother, who' d arrived for the holidays, collapsed, pale and confused, her words slurring, from what I suspected was that very smell. "She' s probably faking it to get some attention," Henderson sneered when I banged on his door in a panic, calling for an ambulance. "You' re a single mom, right? Always struggling. Maybe this is some kind of scheme to get a discount on your rent. A sick old mother, a dangerous apartment. It' s a classic." His cruelty hit me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling and powerless as paramedics wheeled my barely conscious mother from our apartment, declaring the CO levels "off the charts" and the place a "death trap." My mother was fighting for her life in the ICU, while Henderson was on the phone, his voice warm and accommodating, promising to immediately fix a torn window screen for "my best tenant," Dave. "Are you serious?" I whispered, trembling with fury. "You' re going to fix his window screen right now, but you couldn' t be bothered to fix the heater that almost killed my mother?" His voice dropped, menacing. "That\'s none of your business. Dave is a model tenant. He understands how things work. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him." He hung up, confident in his power over "hysterical women." But as my mother' s doctor grimly told me she was being moved to the ICU, and I recalled every ignored complaint, every dismissal, every woman Henderson had mocked and endangered, the helplessness burned away, replaced by a roaring, determined rage. He thought I was just an emotional woman. He was about to find out just how hysterical I could be./0/64153/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb48a5367597c8891931ccdce39fa3df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed: Turn to Embrace for Love
Here is the translation of the text into English: "My boyfriend Zhao Wei'an had a huge argument with me over my childhood friend. Three months later, he came knocking on my door. 'Weiwei, it’s been three months. Do you realize your mistake? This time I’ll forgive you, but next time you can’t do that again...' Me? Behind the door, I was passionately kissing his cousin. After three days of cold war, I had already taken it as a breakup. You can’t say Scorpio men aren’t patient, right? The reason I agreed to be with Zhao Wei'an in the first place was because he looked like his cousin. Now that the white moonlight has returned, who still remembers the stand-in?"/1/107954/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b0acc2f6ebe8e27216ac4a2e59dbdb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the Coldest Media King
My father was the King of Wall Street until he was branded a fraud, turning the Maxwell name into a lead weight dragging me to the bottom of the Hudson. I walked into the Brennan Media Tower with blood-red lipstick and a desperate proposal, offering myself as a "paper wife" to Garland Brennan, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. Garland didn’t even look at me as a human being; he tore my term sheet in half and called me "radioactive" before having security toss me out like trash. I returned to my rotting apartment in Bushwick only to find my roommate’s cousin, a debt collector named Jax, waiting to break my bones. He pinned me against the wall, his hand heavy on my throat as he sneered about selling me to a club to pay off my father's debts. With my ribs aching and my back against the radiator, I had to leak corporate secrets on Twitter just to summon Garland’s private mercenaries to stop a predator. The humiliation didn't stop there. At the Met Gala, the elite mocked my dress made of construction tarp, and my father’s creditors began harassing my senile grandmother in her nursing home. I was a cornered animal, and Garland Brennan was the only hunter offering a cage instead of a grave. I realized then that in this zip code, you are either the predator or the prey, and I was tired of being hunted. Garland offered me a marriage contract that demanded total submission—no equity, no voting rights, just an employee with a wedding ring. I signed the four-hundred-page document with a steady hand, but not before hiding a legal poison pill in the fine print. He thinks he bought a silent asset, but I just secured a front-row seat to his downfall./0/82647/coverorgin.jpg?v=53f5ab4ecb961edcc675bf38b76be2f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Their Cruelty, Her Conquest
The wind howled around me, as frigid and sharp as the searing betrayal that had relentlessly driven me to the precipice of this towering high-rise balcony. My own brother, Ethan, stood directly in front of me, his once-familiar face horribly contorted by the insidious and manipulative lies of Chloe, our adopted sister. "You did this, Sarah," he snarled, his voice raw with manufactured rage, "You drove Chloe to try and kill herself, you always hated her." Without another word, his hands clamped onto me, shoving me with devastating force. The world lurched violently, a choked scream tearing from my throat as I plunged downward, the glittering city lights rushing up to meet me in a horrifying blaze of agonizing pain and absolute terror. My very last, agonizing thought was of my beloved mother, left all alone, and the crushing, utter injustice of everything. Then, absolute blackness. Until a sudden, skull-rattling jolt. I gasped, air burning my lungs as my eyes snapped wide open, finding myself in a car, my mother Eleanor gripping the wheel, moments before the sickening, unavoidable crunch of metal on metal. This was it: the exact day, the precise moment, everything began to unravel in my previous, tragic life. The vivid, searing memories of Ethan' s unparalleled betrayal, of Chloe' s relentless, insidious poison, all crashed over me with chilling clarity. No. This nightmare would not, could not, happen again. I was undeniably alive, inexplicably reborn, and this time, fueled by an unbreakable resolve, I would not be the same weak, manipulated girl. This time, I would absolutely protect my mother, and this time, without a shadow of a doubt, justice would finally be exacted for all their cruelty./0/86865/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e74aaac0d20b465f259fd04d1dc84dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak and Hope: A Quiet Rebellion
The doctor' s words hit me like a cold gavel: six months left to live. My life's purpose, my son David, would inherit everything I' d worked for. My life was dedicated to him, every penny saved, so he and his family would never worry. On Christmas Eve, after preparing a giant feast, David called, claiming they were stuck in traffic. Then I overheard his wife, Jessica, and David himself, laughing about my "stuffy little house" from his biological father Daniel's mansion, discussing how they needed to ensure David was in my will. A cold dread seeped into my bones as I listened to them tear me apart. Jessica hissed that I held David back, keeping him from his "real, successful father." David, my son, replied with a deep resentment, wishing he were a Hayes, not a Miller. The phone clicked dead. The love that had defined my existence went cold. I had worked two jobs, sold my mother' s jewelry, and sacrificed my retirement for him, only to be called selfish and an obstacle. If I was just a will to him, then I would write a new one. My quiet rebellion had begun./1/106332/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f51cf5661ad7c74d61b7b5a80bc0adb&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./1/103412/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bfa3b995d81f173be87a7dba08d1ce1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secretly Cherished: From Forgotten Bride To The Mafia Boss's Queen
After three years of marriage, Ashley had only seen her so-called husband twice. The first was for their marriage registration, just before she left for her overseas studies, barely exchanging a handful of words. The second was at the chaotic scene of a car accident-she saved the injured underworld boss, never realizing he was her legal husband beneath the blood and confusion. As his personal doctor, Ashley kept hearing stories about his unwavering devotion and extravagant gifts to his beloved wife, never suspecting she was that woman. On divorce day, everything changed forever. She was shocked to discover that her aloof boss was actually her husband!/1/101141/coverorgin.jpg?v=f92b8921848248fa872b036928a90adf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Coach's Lie, My Final Truth
My husband and coach hadn't answered my calls in five days. I was home, sick and nursing a career-ending injury, when I found him on another woman's social media, his arm draped around her shoulders, a smile on his face I hadn't seen in years. The next time I saw him was at the hospital. She was with him, pregnant with his child. When my bad ankle gave out and I collapsed, he ignored me on the floor to protect her. My medical reports scattered across the tiles, and she deliberately stomped on them with a smirk. He didn't defend me. He just called me pathetic for making a scene. "You got injured, Aria," he sneered, his voice cold. "You fell apart. You're a mess." But that report she stomped on held my terminal diagnosis. I had months, maybe a year, left to live. With nothing left to lose, I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to see the world. My life was ending, but for the first time, I was going to live it for myself./1/127097/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c0f8f090f1f6b49245bae52a0705f5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lost Luna: Hunted By Two Savage Alphas
After watching her boyfriend of five years propose to another woman, Alexis fled with a shattered heart. Then, she crossed paths with Caden, the battered Alpha of the Ash Pack, whose wolf-head necklace and haunted stare hinted at secrets. What she didn't know was that she looked exactly like his dead Luna. Gunfire soon dragged her into the brutal world of werewolves, where Caden became her silent protector. But rival Alpha Damian was hunting her too, convinced she was the woman he had lost two years ago. As vengeance closed in, Alexis uncovered a deadly conspiracy: what happened two years ago-it was no accident. It was a meticulously crafted scheme. And buried deep inside her, an ancient bloodline, awakened. Two men-sworn enemies-were bound together by the same dark obsession./0/85892/coverorgin.jpg?v=b492e7b511ee0f34cf1f3a5603142533&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Love, Reborn In Vengeance
The biting cold was the last thing I felt, a numbing seeping into my bones as I lay dying in our remote mountain cabin. My husband, Mark, had left me here to freeze and starve, locking the door and cutting the phone line, his eyes devoid of any love. He did it for my groundbreaking eco-city designs, which he planned to steal and present as his own, aided by my own sister, Chloe. I had confronted them, screaming and crying, showing them the printed evidence of their betrayal, but Mark merely looked at me with terrifying calmness. "You can't prove anything, Ava," he' d said, "It's your word against mine. And Chloe's." Then, like a fool clinging to the last sliver of hope, I had agreed to his suggestion of a trip to the cabin to "talk things out." The same cabin where he' d previously dismissed our miscarriage as "bad timing," letting our baby die for his ambition and covering his tracks with Chloe's scent. Now, shivering under a flimsy blanket, my fingers numb, all I could think of was the hidden hard drive containing irrefutable proof of their treachery. But what good was it? I was about to be just another tragic story, while they would have everything. Then, a sudden, violent jolt. My eyes snapped open. I wasn't in the cabin. The air was warm, stuffy, and smelled of stale coffee. I was at my desk at the firm. It was two weeks before the confrontation, before the blizzard, before my death. Impossible. A dream? A hallucination? Yet, it was undeniably real. A miracle. I was back. And this time, there would be no foolish hope. No direct confrontation. A slow, cold smile spread across my face. Mark and Chloe thought they could destroy me. They were about to find out how wrong they were. This time, I' d be setting the trap. This was for revenge./0/64154/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa90d194d5a4e49cab3956d8eaeaa4bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bar Encounter: The Ex-Husband Regret
Here is the translation into English: "I am Oliver Xingyi’s wife, in a marriage of convenience. I heard that he has started dating another girlfriend again. I saw her once, and she looks 90% like his short-lived first love. This time, I’m tired, so I filed for divorce. With the divorce, I can get half of his wealth, and thinking about it no longer makes me sad. That day, Oliver Xingyi was at the bar, looking carefree with his new girlfriend. He caught sight of me sitting on another man's lap, drinking. He went completely mad and smashed the bar. With rage in his eyes, he questioned me, 'Who is he?' 'He is my boyfriend.' 'Ji Anran, then who am I?' 'You are my husband.' Zhou Yanli, standing next to me, laughed and corrected me, 'A husband in the divorce cooling-off period, considered an ex-husband!'"/1/107955/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb80f1df5f34186d6647cb9ec7f6ed1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife
I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf. Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I’d sold his company secrets six years ago. Kingsley didn’t save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father’s illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife. "I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life." The marriage was a cold, calculated war. He forced me into his glass fortress, banned me from contacting my friends, and treated me with a distilled hatred that felt like a physical weight. When I accidentally broke his grandfather’s vintage watch during a nightmare, he didn't see an accident—he saw a crime, threatening to destroy my father if I didn't "charm" his board of directors into submission. I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company’s server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it. I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he’d secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he’d go to keep me from leaving./0/81026/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c24fefeec61fb32eed08e0ebd5da560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Husband's Payback
My wife, a radiant pop star, stood on stage next to her indie darling, River Stone. I was in the front row, proud of her success, despite our marriage being a secret. Then the words echoed through the arena, crushing my chest: "We're expecting a baby." My world imploded. I confronted her backstage, my voice shaking, but her eyes were cold, a stranger's. "It's for River's career, Ethan. Just for show." A brutal, casual lie. Devastation consumed me, a physical blow. In my rage and pain, I leaked our secret marriage certificate. Her career imploded. River couldn't handle the hate and died. But Sera blamed me for everything. For River. For her ruined kingdom. Her revenge was absolute: the fire. My mom, my dad, Chloe, my little sister. The heat, the smoke, then nothing. My first life ended in flames, my family gone, all because of her betrayal and my desperate act. Why did she betray me with such cold calculation? Why did she value image and another man's fleeting dream over our seven years, over our vows, over our very lives? The injustice burned, the pain of losing them all was unbearable. I couldn't fathom how someone I loved could be so monstrous, so casually cruel. Then, I woke up. Sunlight streamed through the window. My phone buzzed: "Zenith Music Awards - 7 PM." Today. The day they died. But I was alive. I knew what was coming. This time, I wouldn't just survive. This time, I'd make them pay./1/103413/coverorgin.jpg?v=2abe4a2a946a4f844fd4f2597b1b6c55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeful Heart: Dangerously In Love With The Dark Prince
Five years ago, my fiancé and stepsister murdered my parents and stole our fortune, leaving me-eight months pregnant-to die. Now I'd returned under a new identity, hiding my beauty and marrying into the richest family. People whispered that I'd soon be cast out, but when I shed my disguise, layer after layer of my true self stunned everyone. My ex-fiancé's family crumbled, and he begged on his knees for mercy. My husband, powerful in both business and the underworld, pulled me close and declared to my ex, "Do you really think my wife needs your love?" Headlines revealed: I was his true love all along. My stepsister's face contorted with fury as she shrieked, "What are you so smug about? You're just a stand-in! Once his true love comes back, you'll be the town's laughingstock, just like I am!"/1/100493/coverorgin.jpg?v=287b6ec994517136f227fe44256d6dac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, My Love
My fiancé Brett and I were building a design empire. When he broke his leg, he hired a temporary housekeeper, Glenda, while I was away on business. I thought she was there to help; I didn't realize she was there to replace me. She systematically took over my home, turning Brett against me piece by piece. The final straw was finding my cat, Apollo, locked in a cage, bruised and starving. When I confronted them, Brett defended her. He called me a monster and told me to get rid of my cat for the sake of the baby I was secretly carrying. The shock of his betrayal was so profound that I miscarried that night. He never knew. He just screamed that I was a cold, calculating bitch and that Glenda was a "good woman" who truly loved him. So I left. I took my cat, liquidated my half of our company, and disappeared. Three years later, I walked into an industry gala and saw him across the room-a broken man. He looked at me with desperate regret, but I just smiled. My revenge wouldn't be loud; it would be my success./0/44039/coverorgin.jpg?v=931e5ccb02dac5cfe201e22949f76acd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fiery Passion: The Guilty Wife Of The CEO
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her- "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"/1/114120/coverorgin.jpg?v=d48d8d2d45c9ada8c336529892c386d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
