Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
/1/101139/coverorgin.jpg?v=63d3bb1870978bcb67b8b12c010f9513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge
I was the perfect wife to my producer husband, Braden, enduring his coldness and affairs for one reason: his promise to release my late father's priceless songbook. Then, at a crowded industry party, I watched him kiss his starlet mistress, Destany, for all to see. The humiliation made me collapse, and I woke up in a hospital bed to a shocking truth: I was pregnant. Braden used our unborn child as a leash, playing the role of a devoted husband while secretly continuing his affair. His mistress grew bolder, breaking into our home after taunting me with photos of her and Braden in Tokyo. "That baby is just another obstacle," she whispered, her eyes filled with hate as she lunged at me. In the struggle, she shoved me down our grand staircase. The fall was a blur of sickening thuds and a sharp, searing pain. I lost my child. The one thing that had tied me to him was gone, stolen by his cruelty and her jealousy. The years of his lies and my silent suffering crystallized into a single, cold purpose. When Braden knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I simply picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'm taking back everything."/0/93416/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ff34550bf329ad589a27fea6c0a6d22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Mate The Alpha Left to Die
My mother was in the hospital after a nasty dog bite, so I called my fiancé, Cohen. He was supposed to be my rock. Instead, I got annoyance. He was in Aspen, on a ski trip with my best friend, Hillary. “What do you want me to do? Fly back right now?” he snapped, before hanging up to get back to the “perfect snow.” The dog, it turned out, was Hillary’s. The bite on my diabetic mother’s leg quickly developed into a raging infection. I texted Cohen an update, telling him she was getting worse, that they were talking about surgery. He didn't call back. Instead, Hillary’s Instagram story updated: a photo of her and Cohen, cheeks flushed from the cold, smiling in front of a fireplace. The caption was a single heart emoji. While they were sipping hot chocolate, my mother went into septic shock. As I sat alone in the grim hospital waiting room, staring at my silent phone, I knew he had already made his choice. He had chosen a vacation. He had chosen my best friend. He had left my mother to die all alone. She passed away at 3:17 AM. I held her hand until it grew cold, then walked out into the gray dawn. I wasn't just grieving. I was done. I was going to erase myself from his world and burn everything to the ground./1/112941/coverorgin.jpg?v=17e08b95be9e3ce8d142323bd5bd8373&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Who Erased Her Billionaire Ex
For three years, I lived in the shadow of Axel Carroll, playing the part of the devoted girlfriend while serving as his high-end errand runner. I thought we were building a life together, but tonight, the truth hit me with the force of a wrecking ball. I showed up at his private club, soaking wet and clutching the suit he’d demanded I deliver, only to find him lounging with the woman he truly wanted. As he draped his arms around the new heiress, he looked at me not with love, but with the cold, bored irritation one reserves for a fly buzzing around the dinner table. He didn't even apologize. Instead, he signaled for his friend to call security and told me he was "done" with his little charity project. He offered me a payoff, expecting me to fall to my knees in tears, begging for a scrap of the affection I’d spent years trying to earn. Everyone in that room—his sycophantic friends and his new lover—waited for the show, waiting for the pauper to break down in front of the prince. I stood there, feeling the iron cage I’d built around my own heart finally click open. I didn't feel the sting of humiliation or the heat of anger; I just felt incredibly, painfully stupid for ever believing a man who only understood transactions could ever understand love. I didn't give them the tragedy they wanted. I walked out, erased every trace of him from my life, and realized that while he thought he was holding all the cards, I had been holding the lens. I had spent three years capturing the rot behind his golden life, and it was finally time to show the world the truth./1/114463/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e4e5ce25db8ec20d4edf7c95b1eda0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Buried Me, But I Bloomed
She was dead. Or at least, that's what they thought. Now, five years later, Ivy Richardson stood at her own grave, ready to face the man who put her there. Ivy, in a custom coat, stood at her cold, black marble gravestone. "Beloved daughter and fiancée," the inscription read—a cruel joke mirroring her heart's wasteland. A gravedigger dropped his shovel, face ashen. Trembling, he pointed, gasping, "Oh my God... you look exactly like her." He saw a ghost; Ivy was alive. She paid for silence. Then, Clayton, her former fiancé, appeared, shaking: "Ivy? Where have you been?" She crushed his cheap lilies, her lethal gaze replacing the girl he'd abandoned. He snarled, blaming her, justifying her "Do Not Resuscitate" order for his mistress, Ainsley. Ivy's cold laugh mocked his pathetic lies. "Fiancé?" she echoed, revealing her new wedding ring. "That title expired when you signed the DNR... and Ainsley was watching, wasn't she?" With an icy "Go to hell," Ivy left him slipping in the mud./0/68793/coverorgin.jpg?v=49f56ea99e7d9ac4bb0a16b6ed967a4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage./1/115970/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d91fe752dbe5685da351d9971cf336e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: My Ex-Husband's Ruin
Genevieve was heavily pregnant, holding the legal papers that would transfer her massive family trust fund to her loving husband, Clinton. But as she approached his study, she heard a familiar giggle. Through the cracked door, she saw her cousin Carolynn sitting on his desk, her skirt hiked up, while Clinton smirked and poured bourbon. "Once she signs those papers, we don't need her anymore," Clinton laughed coldly. "The kidnapping is staged for tomorrow. She and the brat disappear permanently." Genevieve gasped, and he spotted her. When she frantically tried to run, her trusted housekeeper blocked the stairs. Clinton dragged her back, beat her mercilessly, and locked her in a freezing, underground cellar. Denied any medical help, she endured agonizing hours of labor alone in the dark, only to deliver a stillborn child. Clinton then walked in, ruthlessly tossed her dead baby's tiny body into a pile of dirty rags, and brutally strangled her. As her lungs burned and the world faded to black, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. She had given him everything. How could they be so monstrous as to murder her and her innocent child just for money? Opening her eyes again, the freezing cellar was gone. She was standing in an emerald silk gown at an elite charity gala—the exact night their original kidnapping plot began, a month before she even announced her pregnancy. This time, the naive socialite was dead, and she was going to make them pay in blood./0/77279/coverorgin.jpg?v=f54e8e3918361c612323e930c8073ace&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child
After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!/0/97519/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4176a8c079c6863544996b991cf7baa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Takes Off At Thirty Thousand Feet
Cornered by her benefactor at a lavish party for another woman, Irene was told in no uncertain terms to remain the stand-in and not wish for more. Tired of her pathetic life, she turned to Henry, the brilliant pilot she was engaged to by arrangement. She seized his tie, kissed him, and suggested a quick, convenient marriage. Henry agreed with a quiet smile. What began as a businesslike union took an unexpected turn. After the wedding, Henry's cool restraint melted away, his teasing-whether in private or at thirty thousand feet-left Irene breathless, questioning if love might finally take flight. "Stay by my side. Or I don't mind letting the control tower hear you beg."/1/114561/coverorgin.jpg?v=189054c7c00a1a8473e8757491f1f7ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret, Her Sudden Marriage
For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big. On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe." Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero." Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy." Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder. I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number. "Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."/1/114525/coverorgin.jpg?v=cccc780fbbc0a86716a092a3aa182069&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife
I was a top cardiac surgeon, trapped in a dead marriage with a ruthless billionaire. One afternoon, he brought his mistress to my hospital, ordering me to perform her high-risk heart surgery. When I refused and handed him our divorce papers, he violently tore them up and threatened to erase my name from the medical community. Worse, I discovered they had a five-year-old surrogate son—bought and born the exact same year I bled out on an operating table, losing our baby. The mistress mocked my trauma, calling me a barren piece of trash who couldn't give him an heir. I slapped her across the face. The next morning, the NYPD publicly handcuffed me in my own hospital. She had framed me for attempted murder, claiming I injected her IV with a lethal dose of potassium. My husband cornered me in the interrogation room. "Just confess to me. I will throw enough money at the DA to make this entirely disappear." I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but raw, unfiltered suspicion. He actually believed I was a jealous murderer. I swore I would rather rot in a concrete cell for the rest of my life than bow down to them. Just as my childhood savior miraculously appeared to bail me out, my phone rang. The mistress had gone into full cardiac arrest. Only I had the surgical skill to save her. I turned around, deciding whether to let the woman who ruined my life die, or pick up my scalpel./0/31571/coverorgin.jpg?v=cffe17f0a4b918973ae93c62067364d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Wife Is Pregnant?!
Lenny was the richest man in the capital. He had a wife, but their marriage was loveless. One night, he accidentally had a one night stand with a stranger, so he decided to divorce his wife and look for the girl he slept with. He vowed to marry her. Months after the divorce, he found out that his wife was seven months’ pregnant. Did his wife cheat on him? Scarlet was looking for her husband one night and the two unexpectedly made passionate love. Not knowing what to do, she ran away in a panic, but later found that she was pregnant. Just when she was ready to explain what had happened to her husband, he suddenly asked her for a divorce. Would Lenny ever find out that the strange girl he had slept with was actually his wife? More importantly, would their loveless marriage take a turn for the better—or the worse?/0/90948/coverorgin.jpg?v=e838ba828708931b8d9c491316d875f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Savage Obsession: The Remorseful Tycoon Wants A Second Chance
A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"/1/112610/coverorgin.jpg?v=4634b292021748ac80300569dc0daa5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Obsession: Catching His Savior
Jessie Compton harbored a lethal, burning secret in her veins, forcing her to live as a ghost on the fringes of society. When her volatile blood spiked to a boiling point, she fled into the woods and stumbled upon a dying billionaire, his veins turned to ice by a synthetic toxin. To stop herself from literally combusting, she made a desperate gamble: she cut their wrists and mixed her fire-blood with his poisoned ice. The insane transaction saved them both, but it unleashed an absolute nightmare. Bryce Hogan woke up completely cured, but violently obsessed with the anomaly that had invaded his system. He deployed a private army, thermal drones, and limitless wealth to hunt her down. He tracked her across state lines, shattered her carefully built new identity, and cornered her in an underground Las Vegas black market. "Find her! I want her found!" His men ruthlessly closed in, leaving her battered, bleeding, and with a cracked rib as she barely escaped his terrifying pursuit. With only three vials of inhibitor left to keep her body from catching fire, Jessie was exhausted and desperate. She couldn't understand why the man she had saved was hunting her with such a predatory, suffocating intensity. What exactly had her blood awakened in him, and why did he look at her with a chilling mix of absolute terror and dark obsession? Sitting on a midnight bus heading into the desert, Jessie tightened her grip on her tactical knife. She was finally out of places to hide, which meant the billionaire was about to find out exactly how dangerous a cornered ghost could be./0/32935/coverorgin.jpg?v=b33a031a6e6d23fe3afbc133a01ae3ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning Back The Heart Of My Cool Ex-wife
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?/0/31471/coverorgin.jpg?v=02b01ebcb0f73832f53ecdd04cea4870&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband./1/114559/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a9d497a6950e67b2d1932e33e801809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chosen Her? Face My Fiery Wrath
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire. The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life. It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences. He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée. His eyes on the screen demanded my submission. "Apologize to Jaden. Now." I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own. "Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."/1/112021/coverorgin.jpg?v=17781581d5e1410777c9aea592bd3d92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife, Hidden Genius: Her Rise As A Tech Queen
Everyone in high society knew Jillian was a doormat-silent, obedient, endlessly tolerant, even as her husband favored another woman. Her home was taken, her wedding ruined, and still she said nothing. Until the day her hard-earned patent was stolen. That was when she finally had enough. "I will take back what's mine. And we should get a divorce." He only laughed, certain she wouldn't dare. But she did. She reclaimed everything and disappeared. Years later, she returned as a world-renowned tech queen. When he begged, "Come back to me..." She held another man's hand. "Step aside. My husband and I are going home."/1/107212/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e3c8ebe7344becf6fe93e30e06e4c85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Almighty Heiress Unmasked: Divorce The Past, Inherit The World
Once the real heiress came back, Katherine was thrown out by her "parents" and ridiculed by her fiancé. She walked away-and claimed the dynasty that had been hers all along. With every mask stripped off, she shocked everyone. "Mysterious illnesses? I cured them." "Hacker attacks? Pathetic." "Luxury brands? I owned the design copyrights." Her former family demanded a fortune for "raising" her. Katherine huffed, "Keep dreaming!" Her ex begged to reunite. "Get lost. You weren't worthy of me." Meanwhile, a tycoon fell hard, thawing from aloof to devoted, finding new ways to pull her close./1/111997/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee5c1f2805a2ab79fd6bf99053edbe31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Room, Wrong Groom: Now He Won't Let Me Go
Isabella thought marrying into the Evans family would save her and her sister from two miserable marriages. Instead, one wedding-night mix-up threw them into a new nightmare. After ending up in the wrong room, Isabella was switched to stern Alexander, while her sister was paired with his playboy brother, Nathaniel. With the family demanding pregnancies within three months, she clung to hope that her distant husband was warming to her. Then she discovered his secret contraception and a message that shattered her heart. "She's nothing but a burden you can't get rid of." When she chose to leave, Alexander suddenly knelt before her, his eyes flushed red. "Babe, please tell me how I can make you stay..." Her sister shielded her. "Don't worry, sis. I'll help you with the divorce proceedings." Her brother-in-law also support her. "Can you persuade your sister to stay? You know I'm with you on this divorce, right?"/1/110904/coverorgin.jpg?v=433f6ef4cd0f0e3343cd171df81aa028&imageMogr2/format/webp)
