Modern Books for Women
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Broken Engagement, Unleashed Heiress's Fury
My fiancé, Chadwick Steele, always treated me like a dirty secret-the nerdy brains behind his glamorous tech empire. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Isa, while constantly reminding me I was an embarrassment he was forced to tolerate. That all came to a head in a crowded mall. In front of everyone, he publicly broke our engagement, choosing her over me and leaving me to her mercy. But Isa wasn't satisfied with just winning. She had Chadwick's bodyguards pin me to the floor. She slapped me, kicked me, and then pulled out a silver letter opener. As she carved a bloody gash across my cheek, she laughed about teaching me a permanent lesson for daring to exist in her world. I was bleeding and broken, my spirit completely shattered. I thought it was over. Then, a custom Rolls-Royce pulled up. My mother, Frederica Mooney-the silent titan of Silicon Valley who secretly bankrolls the entire Steele family fortune-stepped out. She took one look at my face, her eyes turning to ice, and gave me the only words I needed to hear: "I give you my full permission."/0/60586/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b8156f9ec3b82318ef5164c57121472&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Deceased Unborn Nephew
My sister-in-law was pregnant. She said that in our village, giving birth was just a matter of spreading your legs and pushing. But I was worried and insisted that she go for a check-up. It turned out that she had a high-risk pregnancy and needed a C-section to save her and the baby's lives. My nephew was born weak and sickly, and every time he got sick, my sister-in-law would blame me for making her go to the hospital and causing him to be born prematurely and injured. He grew to hate me and eventually killed me by poisoning my water. When I woke up, I was back at home and asked for my opinion on the matter. This time, I won't interfere. I want to see what kind of thing she can give birth to./0/64155/coverorgin.jpg?v=b898c983c56c912340f1173996bcea7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Undercover Deception: Love And Torment
When I was undercover in the gang, I disguised myself as a kidnapper and kidnapped the family of wealthy businessman Fu Songchen. I even forced him to strip dance while he delivered the ransom. After the mission ended, I returned to a normal life—delivering food during the day and driving a taxi at night. Fu Songchen monopolized the delivery market and acquired the taxi company, leaving me completely unemployed. With a smirk, he said, "Be my girlfriend, and I'll take care of you." He truly spoiled me for three years, showering me with affection and making me the envy of many. But then, his first love returned. To win her over, he forced me to strip dance in public. Because he had never forgotten the hatred from our days in the gang. He wanted to take revenge on me, deliberately spending three years elevating me to heaven, only to let me fall heavily into hell./1/113147/coverorgin.jpg?v=068b924ed7954adeefef4a96c83598b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mad Wife's Spectacular Comeback
I was accused of pushing my sister down the stairs, facing a highly publicized second-degree murder charge. My billionaire husband, Lachlan, insisted on a private psychiatric evaluation. I thought he was trying to build a medical defense to save me. But through a cracked door, I overheard the psychiatrist talking to Lachlan's crisis PR team. Lachlan had bribed the doctor to officially diagnose me with severe paranoid schizophrenia. The plan was flawless. They were going to involuntarily lock me in an asylum and strip me of my voting rights to steal my trust fund. Worse, Lachlan's team leaked my clinic photos to the press, using my "violent mental breakdown" to perfectly cover up his midnight hotel rendezvous with a Hollywood starlet. I was forced to swallow heavy sedatives while the entire world labeled me a crazy, toxic wife. As the chemical fog dragged me into terrifying nightmares, I realized this family had always used me as their scapegoat, just like my adoptive mother did when I was a child. They thought the drugs, the public ruin, and the isolation would break me into quiet submission. But I secretly recorded the doctor's corrupt phone call. I went home, uploaded my million-dollar custom wedding dress to an auction site for exactly one dollar, and prepared to expose the Langley family's deadliest, bloodiest secret./0/81027/coverorgin.jpg?v=1572121ce64e0b869de73072ccaf60f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning
I woke up staring at the familiar water-stained ceiling of my teenage bedroom. My SAT scores and a local community college acceptance letter sat on my desk, marking the day I was supposed to fill out college applications. Just weeks after high school graduation, this was it. Except, it wasn't just a day. It was the day. The starting point of a previous life filled with relentless hunger, brutal beatings, and my family' s chilling neglect. A life that led, eventually, to my agonizing death. I remembered everything: my mother Brenda' s venomous hate, my father David' s chilling indifference, and my brother Kevin' s endless demands. I remembered the pregnancy, my mother's deliberate cruelty, letting me bleed out until it was too late. I died. A loud bang on the door shattered the quiet. "Sarah! Get those damn applications filled out!" Brenda's voice, a dreadful screech, tried to drag me back into the nightmare. The old fear coiled, sharp and cold, but the memory of my death and lost child burned hotter. Not this time. I would not live that life again. Unsteady on my feet, I walked to the door. "I'm not going to community college," I declared, my voice surprisingly steady. "I'm applying to a four-year university. A good one. Far away." This time, I would save myself./1/103414/coverorgin.jpg?v=aebec728d2bce1d8e74c2086050b225f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Curvy Ex-Wife's Revenge: The Divorce He Gave, The Regret He Earned
Nicole had entered marriage with Walter, a man who never returned her feelings, bound to him through an arrangement made by their families rather than by choice. Even so, she had held onto the quiet belief that time might soften his heart and that one day he would learn to love her. However, that day never came. Instead, he treated her with constant contempt, tearing her down with cruel words and dismissing her as fat and manipulative whenever it suited him. After two years of a cold and distant marriage, Walter demanded a divorce, delivering his decision in the most degrading manner he could manage. Stripped of her dignity and exhausted by the humiliation, Nicole agreed to her friend Brenda's plan to make him see what he had lost. The idea was simple but daring. She would use another man to prove that the woman Walter had mocked and insulted could still be desired by someone else. All they had to do was hire a gigolo. Patrick had endured one romantic disappointment after another. Every woman he had been involved with had been drawn not to him, but to his wealth. As one of the heirs to a powerful and influential family, he had long accepted that this pattern was almost unavoidable. What Patrick wanted was far more difficult to find. He longed to fall in love with a woman who cared for him as a person, not for the name he carried or the fortune attached to it. One night, while he was at a bar, an attractive stranger approached him. Because of his appearance and composed demeanor, she mistook him for a gigolo. She made an unconventional proposal, one that immediately caught his interest and proved impossible for him to refuse./1/100494/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e3f71fa7ba6a4493876c1b75bb7fb1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Promised Forever, Then Left Me
After the crash that killed my parents and stole my voice, my childhood friend Josiah swore he would be my voice. For years, I believed him, my silent world revolving around the boy who pulled me from the wreckage. I was even relearning to speak, just for him. Then I overheard the truth. To his friends, I was just the "town tragedy girl," a burden he was tired of carrying. The cruelty didn't stop. He let his new girlfriend publicly humiliate me, and when she faked an injury, he forced me to my knees to apologize in front of everyone. The final betrayal came during a storm. He abandoned me in the woods, deaf without my hearing aids, leaving me to face the same terror that shattered my life years ago. He chose her. He broke his promise. He broke me. So I left. I found my own voice, my own strength. Three years later, I returned for my first art exhibition, and when I saw his face in the crowd, I knew he was about to hear everything he'd forced me to keep silent./1/110552/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a13c45cb4a6cbb51c798e4581dd9625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mockery Turned Majesty: Her Rise After Divorce
Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet./1/114121/coverorgin.jpg?v=93f1972ea67cf6d185c64b7fd55bebab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride's Comeback: A Billionaire Queen
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away. After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future. Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me. I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call. "Total genius move," he boasted to friends. His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding. Heartbroken, I feigned belief. I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies. He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency. After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first. He even tried to cut me off financially. How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster? His betrayal poisoned every memory. I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty. His audacity left me reeling. But I wouldn’t be his victim. Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed. I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter. I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom./1/127099/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed6db0f0a6e06b6363c7e7deed1791fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Hubby: You're Dead To Me
Sarah left everything behind and spent seven years building a life in another city, only for Shawn to say he no longer loved her. Her father died, her mother fell into a coma, and she barely survived a crash-while Shawn booked an entire hotel for his mistress. She left only divorce papers behind and vanished penniless. Everyone mocked her, but three years later, after exposing the truth and rebuilding her career, Sarah stood among society's elite. The day her family was cleared, Shawn trapped her against a wall. "Divorced or not, you're still mine." Sarah huffed, "Why would I mourn for a man already dead to me?"/0/85894/coverorgin.jpg?v=581b627d6b8092752d79c15f9349de24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wife: A Mother's Fury
The last thing I remembered was the cold, sterile operating room. A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, and my husband Ethan's chilling indifference burned into me. "Sign it, Ethan! The doctor says she's bleeding out. They need to perform the surgery to save her!" I screamed, my voice distant and desperate. But he wouldn't. He stood there, arms crossed, saying, "The doctor said there's a risk to the baby. I can't risk my daughter's life." "There won't be a daughter if I die!" I countered, agony blurring my vision. "The baby can't survive if I don't!" Then, my six-year-old stepson, Liam, holding Ethan's hand, pointed at me. "Dad, Sophia said this woman is just faking it. She said if she dies, Sophia can be my new mom and take care of you and the baby." His words hit harder than any physical pain. My own stepson, a child I'd raised since he was two, was wishing for my death. Ethan didn't scold him. He squeezed Liam' s shoulder in silent agreement as Sophia Davis, Liam's beautiful young tutor, stepped into view with a triumphant smirk. They never signed the papers. I bled out on that operating table, my last sight the three of them-Ethan, Liam, and Sophia-already looking like a happy family. A sharp gasp snapped me awake. My eyes flew open. I was in my own bed, morning sun streaming through the silk curtains. My hand went to my stomach. It was still there, a gentle, rounded swell. My baby girl was safe. I grabbed my phone. The date confirmed it: today was the day my life unraveled. The day Liam brought Sophia home. I hadn't died. I was back. The memory of my death wasn't a dream. It was a searing brand, a horrifying premonition. The betrayal, the pain, the cold finality-all of it clear as day. A wave of nausea washed over me, not from pregnancy, but from cold, hard fury. They would not kill me this time. They would not harm my daughter. This time, I would make them pay for a crime they hadn't committed yet. Just then, the doorbell rang. I heard the housekeeper, then Liam's excited chatter. My heart turned to ice. It was starting./1/124179/coverorgin.jpg?v=232317d35cc16911ffb30ab6c9ed77fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Fiancée's Return To High Society
On her wedding dress fitting day, Iris watched her fiancé leave without hesitation—summoned by a single call from his mistress. She walked home through the freezing rain. When a brutal fever left her barely conscious, she begged him for help, only to get his cold dismissal, with the mistress’s soft laugh clearly audible in the background. No one knew the truth behind their glamorous engagement: for years, he’d refused to touch her under hollow excuses, while showering another woman with all his affection. After pouring everything out to her best friend that night, Iris was done. She blocked his number, moved out of the luxury penthouse, and cut off all her parasitic relatives. She was leaving her man-centered life behind, and finally living for herself. What she never saw coming was a reclusive Wall Street billionaire who’d set his sights on her years ago. The second she walked away, he set his plan in motion—ruin the man who wasted her, and make her completely his./1/121259/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cb92d6becd890807f0282e6a003457a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Orphan: Now A Zillionaire Heiress
Endowed with a billion-dollar fortune, Ira Lopez, the state's top-secret foster daughter groomed from childhood, was finally assigned a set of legal guardians! Unexpectedly, she was sent away by three families in a row, and every social kinship training ended in total failure. It was not until the Vaughn family adopted her that the poor little Ira was showered with endless money day and night by her adoptive parents, who put on elaborate displays of doting parental affection for her. Envious people lost their minds and spread vicious rumors: "Ira Lopez has no real skills at all-she's just faking misfortune to swindle the Vaughns!" Yet the very next day, a president of an Ivy League university greeted her personally: "Professor Ira, your laboratory is fully furnished and ready for use." The richest tycoon knelt down and held out a contract: "Boss, our annual financial report shows a 300% surge in profits!" The international hacker alliance erupted in panic online: "Our supreme leader! If you don't log back on soon, the global financial systems will collapse!" As Ira's countless hidden identities were exposed one after another and the entire internet went wild, Barrett Ferguson, the notoriously cold, ruthless elite newcomer of the capital city, suddenly pinned her against a wall. He brushed the pad of his thumb gently over her lips and drawled, "Mrs. Ferguson, had your fun? It's time to come home and bear our children." Ira's ear tips blushed bright red as she stammered, "I-I don't want to have kids!" The man let out a low chuckle, pulled out the world's one-of-a-kind supreme black card, and pressed it into her palm: "Give me one child, and I'll gift you a private island."/0/64156/coverorgin.jpg?v=62702060894b597b62dad92d719aa54d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After leaving: Love with the Heir
Fu Jincheng saved my life, and for three years, I followed him around like his little shadow. He got into a car accident, and I took care of him with all my heart. Later, I secretly looked at his chat history with a friend, and he referred to me as a “dog” who followed him for three years, saying I was driving him crazy and that I was really cheap. His friend chimed in, teasing me that I wanted to marry him and enter into a wealthy family. Fu Jincheng mocked me to my face, saying I wasn’t worthy of being Mrs. Fu. When I realized I had mistaken my savior, I turned and walked away. But as I left, Fu Jincheng went frantic, searching everywhere for me. Finally, when he found me, his eyes were filled with joy. “Susu, I finally found you.” “Hello, I’m your sister-in-law.”/1/102441/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf296c1ea32ecf994c1fa2e8139a3c5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wish, My Dying Heart
I was dying from a terminal illness, but my husband, Broderick, thought it was just another one of my games to get his attention. He hated me, convinced I had betrayed him years ago for money. As I collapsed in agony, begging him to take me to the hospital, he grabbed my chin and whispered the words that shattered my world. "I will never forgive you. I hope you just… die." He then left me on the cold floor and rushed to the hospital to be with his true love, Kacey-my best friend. She was the one he worried about, the one whose own heart was failing. He never knew that the "betrayal" he despised was actually my sacrifice to save his family from ruin. He never knew the depth of my love, a love so absolute that even his cruelty couldn't extinguish it. So, when the doctors told me I was a perfect match, I made my final choice. I would grant his wish and give my heart to the woman he loved./0/99846/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ac59c03aa4a792ea4f77501c2d22dc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Murdered My Father For Her
My fiancé, Archer, left me at the altar 98 times for the same woman, Kennedy. Each time, she'd orchestrate a new disaster, and he'd rush to her side, leaving me in a wedding dress to face the humiliation alone. But I always forgave him. Years ago, when I was a bullied college student on the verge of jumping off a bridge, he saved me. He became my hero, my protector, the man I owed my life to. Tonight, I overheard the truth. "You used her," Kennedy said. "You orchestrated her father's 'accident' to get me his liver." Archer's reply shattered my world. "She was just a means to an end. It was always you." He didn't just use me; he murdered my father for her. Then, to appease Kennedy's jealousy, he tried to kill me with a seafood allergy, kicked me off a cliff, and left me for dead. But I survived. Rescued by my former mentor, I erased my identity and became a top scientist on a deep-space mission. Four years later, I'm back, and this time, I won't be a pawn in their game. I'll be the one who ends it./1/110553/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2df3001400f560b655bbe604315f560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Begs Now, But I've Become The Prize He Couldn't Afford To Lose
Three years into her marriage, Corinne believed she and Ryland fit each other perfectly-at least in the bedroom. Then the woman he had loved since high school returned from overseas, and Corinne finally saw the truth: his body had been with her, but his heart had never been. Instead of begging for scraps, she asked for a divorce and walked away with pride. Everyone waited for her to fall. Instead, her career soared, powerful men sought her out, admirers crowded around her, and Ryland dropped to his knees, kissing her fingertips as he begged, "I came far to marry you. I won't let you go."/1/117691/coverorgin.jpg?v=1297ca44f611b9dd495443d1dfebcb1f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed Three Times: A Wife's Fury
For the third time, my husband and his COO framed me for cheating. They handed me divorce papers designed to strip me of everything: my shares, my home, and even my son, Bailey. But as I held the pen, my phone rang. My mother was on a hospital rooftop, threatening to jump after they leaked the news of our divorce to her. My husband called it another one of my pathetic tricks. He dragged me into the master closet, taped my mouth shut, and forced me to listen as he and his mistress celebrated on our bed. All while my mother died alone. Even my five-year-old son, twisted by their lies, had already spat in my face. "You're a bad woman!" he shrieked. "You don't deserve to be my mommy!" They thought they had finally broken me. They expected tears. They expected a fight. They got a signature instead. This wasn't surrender. It was a declaration of war./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./0/62535/coverorgin.jpg?v=7147996fe8a2b7b0596af0768d26af97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
