Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Stolen Heart, A Mother's Revenge
My five-year-old daughter, Lily, was dying. I used my entire tech fortune to secure a donor heart, a last-ditch effort to save her. The only surgeon I trusted to perform the transplant was her father, my husband, Graham. But on the day of the surgery, he vanished. He diverted the heart I bought to another child-the daughter of his mistress, Bella Savage. Lily died. As her heart monitor flatlined, Graham called not to console me, but to celebrate the successful surgery for his lover's child. He blocked my number as I screamed for him. He didn't even come to the funeral. He called me selfish. He said I didn't deserve to be a mother. He stood at our daughter's grave and asked her to forgive the little girl who now had her heart. My love for him died with our daughter, replaced by a cold, surgical rage. He thought he had destroyed me. He had no idea he had just created the monster who would incinerate his entire world./1/102748/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b0a3a7250e452352d584569f658758a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancé's Cruel Deception
I was kidnapped with my fiancé, Charlton Morris. In that dark, damp room, he was my hero, shielding me from our captors and whispering promises of safety. After our rescue, he proposed in front of the world's cameras. But the fairytale was a lie. The kidnapping was a sham he orchestrated with my own father, a cruel plot to ruin my reputation. I was just a pawn, a public pariah to make his family accept his true love, Giuliana. They humiliated me with a degrading video, had me committed to a mental asylum where I was nearly assaulted, and then discovered I was pregnant. They forced me to abort the child I was secretly carrying-his child. They thought they had broken me, that I would disappear quietly with my shame after they had taken my dignity, my reputation, and my baby. But on the day of their wedding, I sent them a gift: the preserved remains of the child they made me kill. Then, I burned my old life to the ground and bought a one-way ticket to London. They thought the story was over. They had no idea my revenge was just beginning./0/99150/coverorgin.jpg?v=09c7e1306c6b9ebe024b1e0449d56974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Times, Then No More
This was the ninety-ninth time I caught my husband, Chase Vargas, with another woman in our five-year marriage. I stood in the hotel doorway, numb, tired of the cheap perfume and his cold, familiar eyes. But this time, his mistress, a blonde woman, hissed, "He told me all about you. The pathetic wife he's stuck with because of some business deal. He said he can't stand the sight of you." Her words, meant to hurt, were things I already knew, things Chase had made sure I understood. Still, hearing them from a stranger felt like a new humiliation. She lunged, scratching my face, drawing blood. The sting was a surprising jolt in my numb world. I wrote her a check, a routine part of this pathetic scene. Then my phone rang. It was Chase, calling from across the room. "What are you doing? Are you making a scene? Clean it up and get out. You're embarrassing." He thought I had orchestrated this, that I was the embarrassing one. The betrayal was casual, complete. "I'm tired, Chase," I said, the words finally coming from a place I thought had died. "I want a divorce." He laughed, a cruel sound. "A divorce? Elena, don't be ridiculous. You love me too much to ever leave me." I hung up. He then handed me a signed divorce agreement, telling me his true love, June, my adopted sister, was back. He wanted me to play the dutiful wife for her welcome-home concert. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a final, crushing blow. He wasn't divorcing me because I wanted it. He was divorcing me for her. I signed the papers. The ninety-ninth time was the last time he would do this to me./0/80534/coverorgin.jpg?v=85ba89e2a6d571b8fc98bb46c37522b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiance's Betrayal: A Sister's Fury
After years hidden away, recovering from the fire that stole my old life, my meticulously crafted new identity as Ethan White was finally ready for a fresh start in Chicago, a surprise apartment from my sister, Sophia, waiting. But the key had barely turned in the lock when men burst in, led by Sophia’s fiancé, Rick Harrington, who saw not a brother returning home, but a stranger to be eliminated. Fists flew, bones crunched, and the man who was supposed to be my future brother-in-law sneered about Sophia’s "pet project," convinced I was just some con artist. Every desperate plea for my sister to recognize me, every mention of my true name, Evan, was met with another blow, another sneer, my new face cementing their conviction that I was an imposter. Even Mac, Sophia's head of security who’d known me since I was a kid, only saw a trespasser, his eyes blank with no recognition despite my desperate cries. As darkness swallowed me, battered and unrecognizable, the cruel irony was a bitter taste: the new identity Sophia had painstakingly crafted to keep me safe was now the very thing sealing my doom at the hands of her own fiancé. How could the security measures meant to shield me become the weapon used against me by the one person I was supposed to trust, the one who was about to marry my sister? Little did Rick know, a shattered phone with a single photo and a mother's heirloom would soon unravel his web of lies, bringing Sophia face-to-face with the brother she thought was safe, and unleashing her terrifying fury for justice./0/85853/coverorgin.jpg?v=646c79d7e606cb5a26235e755ff8df02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeance, His Broken Heart
They called me Liam Miller, the luckiest man in New York City. My son, Leo, was the center of my universe, and my wife, Sarah, seemed to worship us both. Our perfect life shattered one rainy day on the highway, a blinding flash of light, twisting metal, and then, nothing. I woke to the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, a rhythmic beep the only sound, Sarah by my side, her face pale, her grip tight. "Leo," I rasped, the word a physical wrench from my raw throat. "Where' s Leo? I need to see my son." Her face crumpled as she squeezed my hand, "There was an accident. He… he lost too much blood, honey. He died at the scene." The world spun into a gray vortex; panic choked me, then, mercifully, blackness. The next time I woke, I heard voices near the door-Sarah and the attending doctor. "Ms. Jenkins, your son could have been saved, but why did you…?" Sarah' s response was chilling, utterly devoid of emotion, "Liam Miller' s son, from the day he was born, was meant to save Alex' s daughter." Alex? The name struck me as foreign, out of place. "If he lived," Sarah continued, her voice like ice, "how could I legitimately take his organs? I' ve supported Liam and his son for years; now it' s their turn to repay me." The words struck harder than the truck, poisoning every memory, every cherished moment. The private island, the Fortress of Solitude – all a lie, a calculated investment, my son a resource, his life a debt she had come to collect. The grief didn't vanish; it transformed into a cold, hard resolve. My body was broken, but my mind had never been clearer. She wanted repayment? Fine. I would give her what she wanted./1/114481/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dc55963921eb4201a1fa31e47c26f0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Baby, My Strength, Our Future
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below. I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty. Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first. I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated. Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child? I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape./0/82255/coverorgin.jpg?v=96a7ec7192f29abfe65adbfa4ceba5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Charm Turns Toxic
I was Ava Sharma, a scholarship student focused on acing my pre-med degree and securing a coveted Johns Hopkins fellowship. My world, filled with textbooks and ambitious dreams, also included Liam Walker, the charming campus king. He pursued me relentlessly, filling my life with sweet gestures that made me finally let my guard down. But one afternoon, after a moment of intimacy in his dorm room, Liam casually hinted at an accidental pregnancy, advising me to slow down my career. Then, I overheard him and his cronies laughing: the entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie, a scheme to distract me and sabotage my fellowship for his ex, Jessica Hayes. The betrayal felt like a gut punch, turning every cherished memory into a violation. He even orchestrated highly realistic AI deepfakes of me, flooding the campus gossip forums, threatening my hard-earned reputation. My future, my parents' immigrant dream, was crumbling because of cruel manipulation. How could anyone be so monstrously calculating, fabricating such a horrifying lie to destroy me? But as Liam planned one final public humiliation, a crucial anonymous audio message revealed the chilling depths of his and Jessica' s deceit. That night, I made a choice: I deleted the message, walked away from the public spectacle, hailed a cab, and headed to the airport for a new life./1/115889/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c62af78ca19af3041b8a192122828c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Fiancée: The Tech King's True Queen
I returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years. Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy. He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully. "She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her." He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess. For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally. I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act. He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention. But he was wrong. He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me. He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art—I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole. I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett. "Yes. I'll marry you."/0/81160/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b7b7f4aa3b8e162dea29fad2189dab7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Stolen Six
For eight long years, a dull ache lived in my heart. I' d endured six stillbirths, each a crushing blow. My husband, Mark, always seemed supportive, telling me we' d get through it. Desperate for him to be a father, I even hired his ex, Chloe, as a surrogate. Their son, Miles, had just been born. Then, at the hospital, a simple blood donation for my niece Amelia shattered my world. My brother-in-law, Robert, panicked. Trembling, he confessed: "Lily is your first baby, Sarah. The one you were told was stillborn eight years ago. Mark… Mark gave her to us." My first daughter, alive. Stolen. When I confronted Mark, he gaslit me, calling it "compassion" for his childless siblings. His family begged me not to "destroy" Lily' s life. Chloe, now living with Mark, subtly undermined me. Mark dismissed my pain, giving me an ultimatum: leave if I couldn't be "reasonable." He watched me grieve through six "stillbirths." His family systematically stole every single one of our babies. The man I loved betrayed me in the most monstrous way. My entire life, built on his lies, disintegrated. A cold, burning rage ignited within me. His cruel ultimatum didn't break me; it forged me. I wouldn't be reasonable. I wouldn't calm down. I grabbed my phone, dialing my lawyer. I was going to fight for my children – plural./0/83663/coverorgin.jpg?v=956a39dd958c24490b4b88506bf98f85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Was Reborn
On the day my son died, I was reborn. The morning light of Chicago streamed through the blinds, just like before, a painful echo of a day I never wanted to live again. My son, Leo, was supposed to have his scholarship interview at Northwestern today, a full ride, his entire future. In my previous life, that future ended with the sound of his body hitting the pavement. Then they came for me. My husband, Mark, told the cameras I was a monster, a controlling mother who drove her son to suicide. My best friend, Chloe, Leo' s godmother, provided the proof, a doctored video of me ranting, shoving papers, painting me as crazed. The police found "abusive" scratches on Leo's arm matching a gardening accident on my hands. My career, my name, my entire life were destroyed by their fabricated narrative. I ended it all in a cold, empty apartment, the media' s condemnation a constant ringing in my ears. To my dying breath, I couldn't comprehend the depth of their betrayal, swallowed by an unjust accusation from the people I loved most. But now, I was back, sitting up in bed, my heart a steady, cold drum. Everything was the same, except for me. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would expose every single one of their monstrous lies./0/84289/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1ae91184791e1672d0501ce99f3ed4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO'S Contract Bride
Should I blame them-or myself? I was born into wealth but starved for love. So when the charming Henry Desmond swept me off my feet, I fell-hard. Then he vanished, leaving me pregnant and heartbroken. Now, with my father on his deathbed, I've inherited a billion-dollar empire... and a shattered heart. To protect my name and the child I carry, I agree to a contract engagement with Shaw Molton, my father's loyal right-hand man. But when pretend feelings blur into something real and Henry returns with secrets that could destroy everything, I'm faced with an impossible choice: confront the past that broke me... or fight for a future I never dared to dream. In a world built on lies and betrayal-can true love still win?/1/112917/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d71f0565a47930857a63cc114e6373c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Temptation: No Escape From My Brother-In-Law's Obsession
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust. Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state. She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."/1/115420/coverorgin.jpg?v=8efc1c868cf515a293d09882a18ed13f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Betrayal: Watch Me Shine Now
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle. She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party. When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress. Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite. I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen. In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled. During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool. My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water. I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage? After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets. I didn't shed a single tear. "I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again." I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night./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./0/42364/coverorgin.jpg?v=90b85e9c5f6c22e86de8e39c839c0710&imageMogr2/format/webp)
YOUNG BLOOD 1
Beautiful face makes this high school girl often bullied by her friends. The transfer student from Jakarta did not expect that she would be bullied at a school in the village. Maybe that was Ariana's destiny. Because back in Jakarta he often bullied quiet girls. It turned out that the quiet girl's revenge was really cruel. Ariana's parents fell into poverty and caused her family to live in the village. It turned out that in the village he met a quiet girl who had been bullied when he was in Jakarta. Her name is Bulan, the girl moved from Jakarta to the village because she could no longer stand being bullied by her friends in Jakarta. When they meet at the same school again but with their different economic conditions. That actually makes the moon feel very lucky because time has turned. The moon is currently over and that makes it easy to get revenge on Ariana. At that time, Ariana was bullied every day by the Moon and her friends. Bulan has many friends in the village. So he can do anything to Ariana. Meanwhile, Ariana has no friends at all in the village. Ariana was still a brave girl when she was bullied by the Moon and her gang. Every day Ariana tries to fight the moon and her gang but unfortunately the Moon's camp is more. Even Ariana didn't have any friends at all at the school in the village. Ariana's life in the village was miserable. Poor and bullied. It was karma for Ariana and the bullying was revenge from the Moon. Bulan is not in the same school as her boyfriend, so her boyfriend doesn't know that he is bullying Ariana. But finally the King found out that Bulan was bullying Ariana. Even though Bulan tried to convince the King that Bulan did not bully Ariana. But Raja has evidence of Vidio when Bulan dragged Ariana and beat her and even flushed Ariana with sewer water. The video made Bulan afraid of being expelled from school. Bulan finally apologized and will not repeat her evil deeds. He promised his girlfriend. But that's all already. Because the King has fallen in love with Ariana. It made Raja want to be Ariana's lover. This made Bulan want to take revenge on Ariana even more cruelly. Because according to the Moon, Ariana had stolen the King from her. Once upon a time, the Moon wanted to kill Ariana by mixing poison into Ariana's drink. But the King knew about it. The king changed their drinks and the moon finally drank the poison he made himself. The moon died with a feeling of revenge still left. Meanwhile Ariana felt very sad because the Moon and revenge for her actions and Ariana now realized that bullying was not good. At the end of the story. Ariana's child was bullied by a childhood friend of Ariana's. Gladys was an elementary school friend who had been bullied by Ariana at the time. Gladys' arrival with her child was to bully Ariana's child. No matter how small the bad thing we do, it will definitely fall back on us. So we should do good from now on otherwise we will be in the valley of evil that will kill ourselves./0/23748/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f85afa4490c79063a81c3e683ec7769&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BET!(The all fell for her)
Meet Emily Brown, seventeen year old highschool drop out who lost the only people she called her parents. She was taken from the streets by her late guardian. When they died, she was back again on the streets again. Working as a pizza deliverer. She was kicked out of her workplace cause of a little misunderstanding....... And she found a work vacancy at a big place, With the people she's been dreaming to work with when she makes it. Will she get the job? Will fate be of help to her? There are good and bad moments. Sweet and sour moments Memories that can never be forgotten.... Find out in this intrudging story......./1/108224/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c1641a8a0473b79178eefa423a4d5ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Trophy Wife's Lethal Comeback
I was the invisible trophy wife, a silent liability who just signed away another two years of my life for a monthly allowance and a closet full of clothes. My husband, Holmes Wilson, didn't even look at me as he dismissed me like a servant, his voice a cold baritone that made the room drop ten degrees. Everything changed when he suddenly threw a divorce agreement at me, offering twenty million dollars to walk away forever. That night, I shed the mask and went to a club to celebrate my freedom, only to end up dismantling three men with the surgical efficiency of a spec-ops soldier to save my friend. I didn't know Holmes was watching from the shadows, his eyes locked on the "lifeless" wife he thought he knew. The next morning, the divorce was gone, replaced by a predatory ultimatum that turned my world into a gilded cage. "Withdraw the papers," Holmes commanded, his gaze now filled with a terrifying curiosity. "We're going to the Hamptons." My family-in-law cornered us, demanding an heir for board control, while my secret handler went completely dark. Holmes trapped me in his penthouse, suspecting I was a corporate spy, his touch becoming a possessive trap as he realized my entire background was a "ghost file" that shouldn't exist. I didn't understand how my carefully rehearsed theater had failed so spectacularly, or why the man who had ignored me for years was now obsessed with breaking my secrets. As the world outside hunted for the data I carried, I realized the man I feared most was now my only shield. "There's nowhere left for you to run," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with a dark, dangerous obsession. "You're mine now."/0/83820/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa16595e3fce82a075074c2965b63c9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman They Thought Was Dead
I woke with the violent jolt of the plane landing, but it wasn't the impact that shocked me deeply; it was the chilling, immediate memory of icy black water filling my lungs as an anchor dragged me down. My husband, Captain Mark Vance, watched from the boat with eyes as blank as a winter sky-the last sight before my first life ended ten years ago. Miraculously, incomprehensibly, I was alive, but the life I' d returned to was a meticulously crafted lie built on my erased existence. My husband and best friend, Ashley Barnes, had stolen my identity, swindled my parents, and even sent my brilliant young daughter, Chloe, to a brutal camp, twisting her trauma into a story of her mother's "psychotic break." Now, they flaunted a lavish life built on my ruin, with my very own child reduced to a bruised, silent servant in her own home, while guests used my family heirlooms for cheap hors d'oeuvres. The betrayal was a deep, burning wound, but the sight of Chloe' s thin, bruised arms ignited a pure, glacial rage within me, a fury that promised a reckoning far colder than any Alaskan winter. How could they stand so proudly, so shamelessly, after committing such unspeakable atrocities against me and my child? This was no longer a scientist returning home; it was a ghost resurrected, armored by ten years of accumulated savings and a thirst for justice. I walked into their opulent party, not for revenge, but to reclaim what was mine, armed with the truth and a fury that would shatter their carefully constructed world. Tonight, the perfect facade they' d built would be exposed, and they would finally face the woman they thought they' d killed./1/107442/coverorgin.jpg?v=78f1d959f2d13af63b2301df297f12bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Bride: Rising From The Shadows
I was hired to be the "cure" for the Stuart family’s reputation, a wife whose only job was to manage the emotional risks of Casper Stuart’s cold-blooded empire. My life was governed by spreadsheets and compliance reports, and my value was measured solely by my ability to remain a silent, perfect asset. On our second anniversary, Casper didn't come home for dinner; instead, a Page Six alert showed him with a Victoria's Secret model at Soho House, his hand possessively on her back. When he finally returned, he didn't offer an apology, but a clinical reminder of my "obligations." I soon discovered he had given my three-million-dollar anniversary bonus—a pink diamond necklace—to his mistress, while tossing me a cheap bracelet his assistant had picked out. When his mother offered me a two-hundred-million-dollar settlement to disappear, Casper tore the contract to shreds in front of me. He whispered that he had bought up every cent of my family’s medical and gambling debts, turning my marriage into a life sentence of indentured servitude. To prove his power, he kicked me out of his car in a rainstorm twenty miles from the city, leaving me to walk home barefoot while he drove off with my dog. "Tell her you want to stay," he had commanded in front of his mother, using my mother’s life as leverage to keep his "portfolio" intact. I stood in the mud, shivering as the rain washed away the mask of the supportive wife, realizing that to the Stuarts, I wasn't a human being—I was a line item that could be liquidated or crushed at will. But Casper forgot one thing: I am an actress, and I’ve finally landed the role of a lifetime. I’m done managing his risks; I’m about to become his greatest liability./1/106347/coverorgin.jpg?v=239ad82dc8a1e36f5de64083e4e7f71b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
