Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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My Birthday, His Cruel Betrayal
On my 28th birthday, my superstar boyfriend, Jarrett, stood me up. He had to comfort his co-star, Kisha. A few hours later, I saw the paparazzi photo that ended our seven-year relationship. Jarrett was in a dimly lit bar, his arm wrapped around a tear-streaked Kisha, her head on his shoulder. The next morning, I confronted him. He insisted it was just "method acting." "She was just drunk," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Confessing her feelings for her character." He called me dramatic and paranoid for questioning him. He said I was throwing away seven years over a "stupid photo." It was the same gaslighting he'd used for years, wrapping his emotional infidelity in a pretty little "method acting" bow. But this time, I didn't cry. I felt a sudden, chilling calm. "I regret every second I wasted loving you," I told him. "We are over."/1/113165/coverorgin.jpg?v=0922893d291716da7534a9e14faba465&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer
For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher. But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER. He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch. "If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked." The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress. When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together. In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn. Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding. Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family. But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel. She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer. Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company. This time, she wasn't going to beg./1/123541/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0d20a982b57c1247ae56c0b2595997e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Marriage? The Billionaire Heiress Has A Thousand Faces
Kylee discovered that her marriage was fake and her husband was already married to someone else. She had been used as a pawn from the very beginning. Worse yet, he had secretly drugged her, causing irreversible harm to her fertility system, and even expected her to raise he and his mistress' child! Reclaiming her billion-dollar inheritance, she walked away without looking back. But fate had other plans—her father's will came with one condition: she had to marry a disabled man?! On her wedding night, Zachary, the so-called "disable" man pinned her down. "Need me to show you how a wedding night works, darling?" She had already inherited billions. Why let a man call the shots? Not a chance! With a cold sneer, Kylee kicked him off the bed and escaped. But Zachary found her anyway, pulling her into his arms. "Didn't I warn you? Run away, and you'll pay for it with the rest of your life."/0/61215/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a469372e47d08e4f91137827cb9c7e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Childhood Sweetheart
Richard is only a year older than me, but he has always used his status as my older brother to pressure me. When we were kids, he would scold me for skipping class, and as we grew up, he would still interfere in my love life. My friends joked, "Your brother can't possibly like you, right? You two aren't even real siblings." Since then, I deliberately distanced myself from him, but during the New Year, he suddenly brought home a girl. "Tricia, call her sister-in-law." That night, I locked myself in my room and cried uncontrollably. He pulled me out from under the covers and gently wiped away my tears. "You're allowed to make me mad by dating a boyfriend, but I can't be upset with you?"/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!/0/60023/coverorgin.jpg?v=4133db199515168714355ad2799de9ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lover's Lament: Please Come Back To Me
Kaitlin fell in love with Alan at first sight, but failed to capture his heart even after three years of marriage. When her life was on the line, he was weeping at his beloved’s grave. It was the last straw. “Let’s get a divorce, Alan.” Kaitlin thrived in her newfound freedom, gaining international acclaim as a designer. Her memory returned, and she reclaimed her rightful identity as the heiress to a jewelry empire, while embracing her new role as the mother to beautiful twin babies. Alan panicked as eager suitors flocked to her. “I screwed up. Please let me see our children!”/1/109808/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce00392f59851ab2a39086ac9c1b5b47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: My Ruthless Tycoon’s Revenge
I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph. "Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger. The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash. I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black. Then, I was screaming. I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen—smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate. I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me./1/107844/coverorgin.jpg?v=373fef407ba575864060c53c12b2887b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Acceptable Service: Tipping The Ruthless Billionaire
I woke up in a penthouse suite at the Pierre with a hangover from hell and a naked man who looked like he'd been carved from marble. Thinking he was a high-end escort I couldn't afford, I left my last hundred dollars and a petty note on the nightstand. "Service was acceptable. Keep the change." But when I rushed home to check on my dying father, I found the locks changed and my boyfriend, Chad, draped over my stepsister on the landing. My stepmother, Meredith, didn't even look up from her coffee as she handed me a legal folder. She told me to sign away my inheritance or she'd stop paying for my father's life support. The hospital called seconds later, demanding fifty thousand dollars by the end of the day, or they'd pull the plug. Meredith had already arranged my "payment": a dinner with Boris Gorsky, a predator who collected young women like trophies. I was being sold to a monster to keep my father alive, standing in a thrift-store dress while my family laughed at my ruin. I didn't understand how my life had collapsed in twelve hours, or how my own blood could put a price tag on a man's life. I sat at that restaurant trembling, waiting for the man who would buy my soul. Then the man from the hotel walked in. It wasn't Gorsky; it was August Sanders, the billionaire CEO of a media empire, and he was holding my hundred-dollar bill. He didn't want an apology; he wanted a contract wife for a year. He slid a confirmation for a five-hundred-thousand-dollar hospital deposit across the table and handed me a fountain pen. "Welcome to the firm, Mrs. Sanders." I signed the paper with a shaking hand, knowing I was trading my freedom for my father's life. But as August handed me his black card, I realized I finally had the weapon I needed to destroy the people who thought I was nothing./1/121810/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d3c7410894db3653d43fda879744bcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Wife? I Married His Worst Enemy
Madelynn devoted three years to Isaac, only to be discarded the moment his first love returned. Realizing she had been nothing more than a substitute, she walked away without regret. Everyone expected her life to fall apart, until her hidden identities shocked the world. The legendary mentor behind countless prodigies, a woman admired by global elites, and someone even powerful leaders sought, she was far beyond Isaac's reach. As Isaac desperately begged for another chance, Madelynn married his greatest rival Dominick instead, leaving him with nothing but endless regret and unanswered longing. Madelynn rolled her eyes. "Please. Stop flattering yourself. Dominick is my darling, my sweetheart, my one true love!" Isaac cornered her, jealousy burning in his eyes. "Madelynn, you're only doing this to get under my skin. You still care about me."/0/47746/coverorgin.jpg?v=332bdfe769cb65a9f8baddf06afd63c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?/1/122871/coverorgin.jpg?v=848dce601e527923225109d4c7570fdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
They Mocked Me, Unaware I'm The Trillionaire's Treasure
After a single blind date, Coralie impulsively married a complete stranger. Expecting nothing more than a quiet, ordinary marriage, she was surprised to discover her new husband was endlessly attentive and refused to leave her side. Even more mysteriously, every crisis she faced seemed to disappear the moment he stepped in, though he always brushed it off as pure coincidence. Then everything changed when she watched a televised interview with the world's most influential billionaire. The powerful man on the screen had the exact same face as the husband sleeping beside her!/1/114436/coverorgin.jpg?v=447a19766ca4433b8bc3ef3dd67c6b8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed for Moonlight, I Married His Rival
Everyone knew Caroline loved Jacob, the frail man in a wheelchair, even giving up her chance at marrying into wealth for him. She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again. When he finally recovered, they were praised as perfect together-until danger came. Faced with saving her or her sister, Jacob chose the latter without hesitation. Only in her final moments did Caroline realize his heart was never hers. Reborn, she made a different choice, choosing power over love. When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."/1/113666/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d5b05761f935e5bf0a7893955d31d60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Fiancée Makes Her Comeback
Banished for seven years. Aubree returns to the Hopkins family, only to be despised and cast aside like trash. Her twin brother bribes her to leave. Her stepsister frames her as a monster. Her arrogant fiancé wants her ruined, caged, and erased forever. They think she's a helpless country outcast. They don't know she's the dark web's most ruthless hacker and strategist. She doesn't beg. She doesn't cry. She strikes a deal with Wall Street's deadliest tycoon. Crush the Prescotts. Ruin her enemies. She's back to take everything they stole./1/108217/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f15e3e125e328929caa5a41ebb4f69d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Quiet Wife Is An Elite Genius
I was the ultimate trophy wife, a polished ornament in Francisco Zimmerman’s billionaire empire. For three years, I perfected the "Zimmerman Wife Smile," playing the role of the devoted partner while smoothing the Egyptian cotton of his shirts. The illusion shattered when I stood outside his study and heard him laughing with his mistress, Annalise. "She’s just a vase that only knows how to smile," Francisco’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "As long as I pay the maintenance fees on time, she stays obedient." I walked out that night with nothing but a canvas bag and the clothes on my back. But Francisco wasn't finished with his "asset." He froze my bank accounts and used his massive influence to blacklist me from every interior design firm in New York. He tracked my phone, watching me struggle from the shadows, waiting for me to starve so I would crawl back to his mansion. He even showed up at the dive bar where I was playing piano for rent money, mocking my desperation. "You have technique, but no heart," he sneered, tossing a silver coin into my tip jar as if I were a beggar. "You're hollow, Iris. Just like your pride." I couldn't believe this was the same man whose life I had saved during a bloody night in Macau. To him, I wasn't a wife; I was a stock price that needed stabilizing. The more I fought for my independence, the tighter he pulled the net, determined to break my spirit until I had no choice but to return to his gilded cage. Then, the morning sickness hit. I realized I wasn't just carrying my own life anymore—I was carrying his heir. If Francisco found out, he would never let us go; he would turn my child into another "performance bonus" for his brand. Looking at the sonogram, I knew a divorce would never be enough to escape a man who thought he owned the world. "I'm not going back," I whispered, staring at his yacht moored in the harbor. "To save this baby, Iris Potter has to die."/0/79558/coverorgin.jpg?v=c840453ae8b47b2f0b7e06885d4304e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Other Woman, My Stolen Life
"Ethan, this is unethical. It's criminal. She hasn't consented." Those chilling words, whispered in the sterile hum of an operating room, were the first thing I heard as consciousness flickered back. My heart pounded, cold dread snaking through my veins. Dr. Ben Carter, Ethan's old friend, was arguing with him. "She's my girlfriend, Ben. Practically my wife," Ethan scoffed, his voice laced with a terrifying casualness. "Chloe needs this kidney. Ava is a perfect match." Kidney. Chloe. My blood ran cold. The beautiful, fragile Chloe Vahn, who had always haunted our relationship, was now taking a piece of me, quite literally. I tried to scream, to move, but my body felt like lead, my throat raw. I felt a sharp tug, a searing line of fire on my side-the scalpel. Ten years of love, of sacrifice, building Ethan Reed and his company back from nothing, all for this. To be carved up like an animal for the woman he truly loved. When I finally regained full awareness, Ethan was by my bedside, a practiced look of concern on his face, spinning a lie about a ruptured ovarian cyst. But then, the overheard nurse's whispered conversation confirmed my nightmare: "Chloe's kidney transplant... he barely left her side." The pieces slammed into place. My despair solidified into a cold, hard resolve. No more. I grabbed my phone, scrolling to one contact I hadn't dared to call. Noah Hayes, Ethan's rival, a man of integrity. My finger trembled as I typed. "Noah," I managed, my voice raspy. "Are you still looking for a COO who knows Reed Innovate's strategies... and perhaps, a wife?" The silence stretched, then his voice, calm and serious, cut through the noise of my crumbling world. "My jet, seven days. LaGuardia."/1/127402/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b6df74295a859963ee106cf47c3e851&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Bride's Dead Groom Came Back To Life
Betrayed by her half-sister, Katherine was forced to marry a man everyone believed was dead. After being thrown into his coffin, she was shocked to discover Wyatt was still alive. Using her medical skills, she saved him, only for him to grab her throat the moment he woke. "Did you do this?" She shook her head and thought, "If I'd known you were such a jerk, I would've finished you off!" Everyone jeered that Wyatt had married a mute, unattractive, and clueless bumpkin from the countryside. But it turned out she was a famous healer, a top hacker, a master designer, an e-sports champion, and a star composer! When everyone accused her of being difficult and vengeful, Wyatt pulled her into an embrace. "I love the way she is-any objections?"/0/86834/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec312b9e9899b3b56d5c5185113adaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Wife's Vengeance
The sterile hospital smell was the last thing I remembered. I was Ava, a successful architect, and I was dying. Through a morphine haze, I heard my husband, Liam, and his identical twin brother, Ethan. "Is she gone yet?" Ethan asked coldly. "Almost," Liam replied, his voice devoid of love. Then Chloe' s voice, sharp and satisfied: "She heard us talking about the miscarriage." My heart seized. My baby. The baby they called a tragic accident. "It was for the best," Liam said. "She was never meant to be the mother of my child. You are, Chloe." A wave of nausea and horror washed over me. "And the hysterectomy?" Ethan asked. "Are you sure it' s done?" Dr. Anderson confirmed it, Liam said. Complications. I' d never carry a child again. My world dissolved. They' d not only betrayed me but orchestrated the death of my child and the end of my womanhood. All for Chloe. Then, nothing. Until I opened my eyes again. I was in my wedding gown, in my wedding bed. Liam walked out of the bathroom, that devastating smile now making my stomach turn. He was an actor, and I had been his most captive audience. I remembered the whispers from my deathbed: the cold, calculated cruelty. This beautiful monster had shared me with his brother. I had died and come back, armed with the terrible truth. The man who had pledged his life to me had been orchestrating my destruction. My baby, my womanhood, my very life-all sacrificed for a twisted game. How could this be real? Why was I back? A new resolve settled in my soul. I wouldn't just survive this wedding night; I would be the architect of their destruction./0/79040/coverorgin.jpg?v=27dd5403f0fe147e87ab1083e16008e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Maxwell Secret
My three-year marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt, New York's golden heir, was a carefully managed illusion of high-society perfection. Publicly, we were the power couple; privately, our Park Avenue apartment echoed with cold silence. I had clung to the belief that, unlike other men in our rarefied circle, Ethan was at least impeccably discreet. That fragile peace shattered when I found an AmEx receipt from a Hamptons hotel I'd never visited. A quick call confirmed "Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt" had enjoyed a romantic weekend there. I, however, was not that Mrs. Vanderbilt. The betrayal felt like a cold knife twisting in my gut. Days later, the situation escalated horrifically when his college-aged mistress, Chloe, stormed my home with her screaming friends. She publicly denounced me as an "old, barren hag," claiming Ethan was leaving me for her, right before they physically assaulted me. When Ethan finally arrived, he didn't shield me; he shielded *her*, his little plaything. He actually told me Chloe was "just a kid" and that I, being "older," should "know better" than to cause a scene. To add insult to profound injury, he later casually mentioned he wouldn't even care if I sought my own "diversions." His blatant dismissal of my assault, my dignity, his casual cruelty, was more painful than the affair itself. He'd give me permission to cheat after allowing his mistress to attack me in my own home? Our entire marriage felt like a sick, twisted joke. That night, a text message illuminated my phone's screen: "Thinking of you. - N." It was Noah, the handsome, kind-eyed stranger from my own impulsive night of rebellion just after I first discovered Ethan's betrayal. Ethan's careless, cold words – "I wouldn't even care" – echoed in the sudden quiet of my mind. A reckless, defiant spark ignited deep within my bruised soul. "My place. One hour," I typed back, my fingers trembling slightly. My silent suffering, my role as the perfect, accommodating Vanderbilt wife, was officially over./1/110102/coverorgin.jpg?v=2cf57932ba1cd53ea83d859ebe684408&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Captive Wife: You Belong to Me, Forever
Kiara Watson had lived an unhappy life with her family, always overshadowed by her sister, Cloe, who stole all the attention with her beauty. However, Kiara's fate took an unexpected turn when, by mistake and out of obligation, she found herself linked to Archie Villarreal, the man who caused a sensation in the most powerful family, the Villarreals. A dirty trick by Cloe awakened the fury of billionaire Archie. For Kiara, being Cloe's twin became her greatest sin. She received cruel punishment from Archie, who would do everything in his power to keep her from escaping, creating a stormy and passionate game of love and vehemence./1/101291/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9bf126d256c945e16b9cc6c4fdac5d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
