Modern Books for Women
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I Became His Contract Wife, But He Wants Forever
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You're mine. Now and always."/1/120289/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed8a1aebbfa86a5bf3e5a0e84ac1a9a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mortician's Contract Marriage
The Hayes family took me in, raised me, and I owed them everything. For fourteen years, I repaid that debt by silently working as a mortician and agreeing to marry their insufferable son. Until I heard the truth. To him, I was a "freak who smells like death." Their ‘gratitude’ was a plan to steal my inheritance. They thought they had me trapped. But my grandfather's will only said I had to be married. It didn’t say to whom. I traded their son for a man who could buy and sell their entire world a hundred times over. The cold, untouchable Caden Blankenship. They wanted my fortune? Too bad. Now, I’m about to inherit his./0/28470/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ab436c74892e222dfe90a543af34310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vampire King's Obsession
Lilly, a young schoolgirl has always wanted nothing, but to make her poor family proud, and be with someone that loves her for who she is. After suffering heartbreak at the hands of the man she love, Raymond, who left her with a broken heart, she vowed never to fall in love with any man. Her hatred for him increased after she found out that he was a vampire. Lilly decided to give love a chance after a while, as she found herself developing feelings for Kai Ryder, her mmafiasCeo boss. She was scared that what happened earlier would repeat itself, but then, she was already in love with him. What happens when she found out that her boss is not who he appears to be? Who is Kai?.../0/22630/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e65fc852d49921f59247d9c5b3e35cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Bound To A Scarred Billionaire: Can Love Bloom From Ashes?
Carolina Navarro was married off to Maximo Castillo, a man ruined by a plane crash that left his face scarred and his heart sealed shut. Once charismatic and destined for everything, Maximo lost far more than his looks; he lost trust, tenderness, and the life he thought was his. Now he wanted only a wife and an heir. Carolina gave him vows under pressure, never expecting anything more than a loveless arrangement. But as their bitterness collided and their loneliness deepened, one question refused to fade. Could something real rise from the wreckage they both carried?/1/118667/coverorgin.jpg?v=3413731f00a735facb881b3bc86c6a91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle
To celebrate the end of her ten-year marriage, Isabelle Wells got blackout drunk and used a hotel keycard gifted by a friend to find an "escort." She poured out her heart about her husband Bradford cheating on her with her best friend, then dragged the handsome stranger into bed. But the next morning, the "escort" was wearing a tailored Armani suit. He wasn't a paid professional. He was Grayson Lloyd, the ruthless billionaire head of the Lloyd empire—and her ex-husband's untouchable uncle. Grayson trapped her against the door, showing her the scratch marks on his back, and coldly demanded she marry him as "compensation." Terrified, Isabelle fled, only to receive a devastating phone call. Bradford had framed her mother's small business for food contamination, threatening her with prison time. When Isabelle desperately rushed to beg Bradford for mercy, he and his mistress laughed in her face. "Get on your knees and tell everyone how you failed our marriage." Bradford sneered in the crowded bar, demanding she take the blame publicly just to save her mother. Isabelle stared at the man she had loved and supported for a decade. He didn't want to help; he just wanted to completely break her spirit and prove she was nothing without him. The despair burned away, leaving behind cold steel. Instead of kneeling, Isabelle poured a glass of champagne over Bradford's head, doused her former best friend, and walked out. Pulling out Grayson Lloyd's black business card, she dialed the devil's private number. She was going to marry the uncle, and they were all going to pay./1/103418/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2c34007ef689ea4d0238f423681901a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prisoner In Silk Sheets: A Wife With No Way Out
Anna Hart had no choice. To keep her family business from bankruptcy, she married Julian Ashford-heir to a financial empire and still in a coma after a wreck. It was meant to be a marriage on paper, a deal that existed in name only, until Julian opened his eyes. Awake, he wasn't gentle or grateful; he was cold, controlling, and relentless. With a plotting mother-in-law and wars inside the Ashford family, Anna learned to fight back. When she had twins, the rules changed. Caught between forced affection, secrets, and ruthless power grabs, she battled for her children-and her own survival./1/100498/coverorgin.jpg?v=07db19a071fa7712dc1c6b94b3e50aa6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Let Her Go, Now She's Unattainable
To repay a debt, Elliana hid her real abilities and married into a powerful family, quietly helping her husband conquer the business world. Three years later, he coldly announced, "She's back. We're getting divorced." Elliana dropped the act. No longer willing to pretend, she stepped out as a legendary healer, a supermodel, the head of a global conglomerate, a top luxury designer, and a master restorer. Her ex begged for forgiveness, but Elliana never looked back-she chose his far more impressive uncle instead. "You're just not worth it."/0/82329/coverorgin.jpg?v=61400d2403f7ab5adf724d492c2a3dc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding Day They Forgot
My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, but the front row of seats remained eerily empty. My parents, my brother Ethan, and my fiancé Mark were all missing. Mark' s call confirmed my worst fears: they were at the airport, celebrating the "surprise visit" of my sister, Ashley. They' d chosen her-the family's dazzling star-over my wedding, dropping everything for her. Humiliated, I faced the murmuring guests alone, my heart sinking with the weight of their betrayal. Ethan called me a "victim" for having a journal titled "The 99 Times My Heart Broke." Then Mom demanded I make lasagna as an "apology" for Ashley, despite my severe dairy allergy blistering my hands. That night, Ashley faked an allergic reaction, earning me a violent slap from my mother and Mark' s immediate loyalty to her. The ultimate insult: I overheard my parents planning for Mark to marry me just so he could remain close and "look out for" Ashley. Was my life truly just a calculated tool for their golden child's convenience? Every painful entry in my journal screamed for justice. My breaking point had turned into a launchpad. I coolly played a recording of Ashley's manipulating confession for my stunned family. Then, I packed my bag and walked out, leaving their toxic charade behind for a full scholarship to Stanford and a life of my own design./0/85898/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8740ff421bab3bf8944ad6bf25931d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Father's Day: A Slap In Public
Father' s Day usually means family, gifts, and forced smiles. As an architect, I build strong foundations, but my relationship with my father felt like glass. This year, I was going to his studio apartment, not just with a gift, but to retrieve my mother' s vintage watch-the last thing I had of hers. But before I even got inside, a call shattered the fragile peace. "Brenda," my father' s new, live-in girlfriend, was already on the offensive. She claimed the watch was hers, a "payment" for her "service." My father, when I finally reached him, only sighed-that familiar, weary sound of avoidance. He defended her, told me to calm down, and refused to get involved. "Just… not today, Olivia. Let' s not fight on Father' s Day." The humiliation only escalated a few days later, at my daughter Lily' s elementary school art fair. Brenda and her sullen son, Chad, launched a public attack, accusing me of trying to steal from my "poor, sick father." Their performance drew stares and whispers, painting me as the heartless, ungrateful daughter. Then, with my daughter trembling by my leg, Brenda threw herself to the ground, screaming that I had pushed her. Chad lunged, ready to strike, but my husband, Mark, intervened. Just as I was trying to leave, Brenda grabbed my ankle, shrieking, "You' re not going anywhere!" Suddenly, my father appeared. Relief surged, thinking he would stop this madness, defend me. Instead, he rushed to Brenda' s side, asking, "Are you okay, my love?" Then, his eyes cold with disappointment, he turned to me. "Olivia, how could you do this to Brenda?" -and he slapped me. In public. In front of my daughter. As I stood there, reeling, Brenda, clinging to his arm, cooed, "Tell her, darling, tell your ungrateful daughter the truth." My father looked at me, his face hard, unforgiving. "Brenda is not my girlfriend, Olivia," he declared. "She' s my wife. We got married last month." The world tilted. My own mother' s watch, a wedding gift to this woman? He actually looked me in the eye and said, "If you want to remain my daughter, you will respect my wife and you will forget about that watch." "Or you can keep fighting, and you can consider yourself disowned," he paused, letting the threat hang. "The choice is yours." A cold, clear calm settled over me. There was nothing left to fight for. I pulled out my phone, opened my banking app, and looked him dead in the eye. "How much is it worth?" I asked. "The watch. How much do you want for it? Name a price. I' ll buy it from your wife." His face went pale as Brenda whispered a price in his ear. "Fifty thousand dollars," he choked out. "Done," I said, showing him the confirmation screen. "For my own mother' s watch. Now it' s mine again." The gift, the illusion, the pretense of family-all gone. My father made his choice. Now, it was time for me to make mine./0/86547/coverorgin.jpg?v=00752e116defef06d8cf64ab5dc677ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Blood, Claimed By Fury
I drove into my driveway, expecting a peaceful Christmas homecoming, but instead, a woman I' d never seen before was screaming at me. "Who the hell do you think you are? This is my truck!" she shrieked, yanking on the door of the Ford F-150 I' d bought with my bonus to help my brother Tom start his landscaping business. Then Tom emerged, a panicked look on his face, trying to soothe his "serious" new girlfriend, Brittany, as she claimed my property was hers. He just stood there, letting this stranger insult me, my property, and our family, seemingly oblivious to the predatory glint in her eyes or the audacious demand for a $26,000 "engagement fee" they levied on my widowed mother. The brother I had tirelessly supported and protected his entire life, the one I had sacrificed everything for, was gone, replaced by a spineless puppet. A cold, hard resolve settled in my heart. "Get out of my house," I told them, my voice low and clear. They just scoffed, but they had made a critical mistake. They had underestimated me, Sarah Miller. "You want to play this game?" I said, a humorless smile touching my lips. "Fine. Let' s play. But be warned, I' m going to take back every single thing I ever gave him, starting with that truck." They thought they could walk all over me, but they were about to learn that some lines, once crossed, unleash a force they never saw coming./0/82654/coverorgin.jpg?v=eea44847c5f52cf378c3ecc6cfb6994c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Family Betrays: A Scholarship Stolen
Sarah Miller, a struggling widow in a dying Rust Belt town, clung to one fragile hope: her brilliant daughter Lily's full-ride STEM scholarship to Caltech. It was their ticket out, a future her late war hero husband, David, would have wanted. Then, David' s seemingly helpful brother, Rich-a man Sarah always mistrusted-offered to "streamline" Lily' s scholarship application process. But instead of the acceptance Lily deserved, a thin rejection letter arrived, quickly followed by a public announcement: Rich' s academically mediocre stepson, Chad, had won the exact same prestigious scholarship. When Sarah confronted Rich at his lavish party, he sneered, publicly shaming Lily and accusing Sarah of seeking handouts. In a vile display, he snatched David's revered Distinguished Service Cross, flinging it to the ground where it shattered, scattering the emblems of her husband's ultimate sacrifice like garbage. As Chad mocked Lily with his acceptance letter, Sarah' s grief turned to a cold, burning rage. This wasn't just about a stolen scholarship; it was a desecration, a profound insult to David' s honor and Lily' s future. How could family betray them so cruelly? Then, a forgotten memory resurfaced: David' s words, "If you ever face an injustice so great, contact General Peterson. He' ll remember me. He' ll help." Clutching David's broken medals, Sarah told Lily, "Pack a bag. We' re going to Washington." Their fight for justice had just begun./0/96930/coverorgin.jpg?v=cde5cc8994e5817173d4d9dc4399111a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Escape From His Poisonous Love
For seven years, my husband, Dwight, was a saint for publicly forgiving me for letting his mother die. Today, he let my father die. And I learned his forgiveness was just a seven-year-long lie. He refused to send a medical helicopter, choosing instead to listen to his new, twenty-two-year-old lover, Charity, preach about the universe's plan. At my father's funeral, she crashed the service in a wedding dress, drew a clown smile on my father's face with lipstick, and announced she was pregnant. "You're a barren wasteland," she sneered. "A broken woman he can't stand the sight of." That's when I understood. His forgiveness was never real. It was a slow-burning revenge for a crime his own mother had orchestrated against me-a crime that left me unable to ever have children. He thought he had taken everything from me. He was wrong. He left me one thing: revenge. And I was about to burn his entire world to the ground./1/103419/coverorgin.jpg?v=330069f15131b55e8458ca823e9b4046&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years Lost, Now Truly Free
I gave my boyfriend, Blake, eight years of my life. I was his loyal paralegal and devoted partner, sacrificing a promotion and even a child for the future he promised us. Then I overheard the truth from outside his office. He called me "damaged goods," laughing with the woman he gave my job to. His cruelty escalated. He publicly humiliated me, then banished me to the firm's basement archives. When intruders attacked me there, I called him, bleeding and begging for help. "You're being dramatic," he said, and hung up. He left me to die. The trauma caused me to miscarry the baby I never knew I was carrying. Lying in a hospital bed, I saw his social media post: a smiling selfie with her, captioned #Blessed. That was the moment I decided to disappear. He thought he had broken me. He was wrong. He had just set me free./1/100499/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6dabf2e59aade71f4bdaab7cb07f1f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She's Back, With The World In Her Grasp
Bound by a promise to her savior, Kaelyn hid her true self and dedicated everything to supporting Leland as his housewife. When his first love reappeared, however, she was tossed aside without a second thought. Heartbroken, Kaelyn left and reclaimed her true identity-a miraculous doctor, racing champion, and the mastermind behind the very project that Leland obsessed over. Seeing her brilliance, Leland begged for another chance. But his uncle had Kaelyn in his arms, their wedding shocking the world. Only then did everyone learn the big shot had loved her in secret for years!/0/85250/coverorgin.jpg?v=79f328435558156a570dbab23c6bf0a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crowned By Brilliance: Her Revenge Starts Now
Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?/0/86548/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ad224b85795523eeaf448e65926afa2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Erased Us
My life was simple, if a little messy, running a tech repair shop, but I had everything that mattered: my wife, Olivia, and our five-year-old son, Leo. Then, Olivia left for her sister' s funeral, promising to return. She didn' t. I later found her living a new, lavish life, engaged to her dead sister' s wealthy fiancé. When I confronted her, begging for answers, her bodyguards brutally beat me. In the chaos, Leo darted into the street and was struck by a car. He died in my arms in the pouring rain, while Olivia watched, emotionless. "He was a mistake," she said, her voice like ice, offering me a paltry sum to disappear. Daniel Thorne, her fiancé, then stabbed me, leaving me for dead beside my son' s body. As darkness consumed me, I felt nothing but utter despair and a burning hatred for the woman I had once loved. But then, my eyes opened. I was in my own bed, in our small apartment. And from the other side of the room, I heard a small cough. Leo was playing with his blocks, alive and well. Olivia walked in, suitcase in hand, ready to leave for that funeral. I had been given a second chance, a do-over. This time, Olivia Reed would pay./1/126131/coverorgin.jpg?v=95d4e6214d90e4f9db32136e918b10af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ruthless Ex Demands Me Back
After three hellish years in a psychiatric facility, Kyra was finally released. She just wanted a quiet life, but her billionaire ex-husband, Julius—the very man who had locked her away—refused to let her go. When she rejected his demand to return to his side, the retaliation was swift and suffocating. His new fiancée faked an injury to frame Kyra, instantly making her the target of a vicious national cyberbullying campaign. Fired from every job and treated like a damaged asset by her own parents, Kyra was forced to scrub plates in a greasy diner just to survive. But even there, the fiancée's brother tracked her down, publicly tearing her clothes and attempting to drag her away. Julius suddenly appeared to "save" her, but his method was chilling: he orchestrated a brutal accident that shattered the brother's leg forever. He then tossed Kyra a keycard to a high-security luxury apartment, calmly stating it was for her own safety. Kyra stared at him in pure, primal terror. He had destroyed her reputation, disposed of her dead mother's only photograph, and violently crushed anyone who dared to help her. How could he call this sick, monstrous obsession "protection"? "I don't need it!" she screamed, shoving the car door open and fleeing into the dark. She had thought she was escaping a cage, but now she knew she had to fight her way out of a nightmare./1/113802/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ca40a3f306bfe625b22c771ddabf189&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Came Back, I Broke Him
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left./1/104393/coverorgin.jpg?v=340784a2feab006f23eb0f796780e09b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
