Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Love's Betrayal, A Genius Undone
It was supposed to be my graduation celebration, a dinner hosted by my best friends. Brandon, our class president, raised a glass to me, "The quiet genius." But their smiles felt like traps, and when Chloe, my fiancée, squeezed my arm, her touch was cold, her perfume reeked of secrets. Then I saw it-a text on Chloe' s phone from Brandon: "The laxatives are in the sauce for everyone else. Just make sure he doesn't leave." My celebratory dinner wasn't a party; it was a setup to frame me, leave me with a massive bill, and ruin my future. When I tried to leave, they blocked the exit, and Brandon, with a triumphant smirk, snatched my backpack. He pulled out my sealed Stanford acceptance letter and scholarships, then ripped them to shreds, letting the confetti of my future flutter to the floor. Before I could process the devastation, they dragged me, screaming, into a dark, windowless utility closet-a cruel echo of a childhood nightmare Chloe herself had orchestrated. The walls closed in, and I gasped for air, panic seizing me as their laughter mocked me from outside. "We'll let you out when you learn some respect," Brandon' s voice taunted. How could these people, my supposed best friends, my fiancée, plot such a cruel, calculated destruction of my life? Why did they hate me so much? Clutching my phone, I knew I couldn't just survive; I had to fight back, not with their petty cruelty, but with every weapon I had. This wasn't a prank; it was a war, and I was just getting started./0/51508/coverorgin.jpg?v=4926c811a130a48cb3740b2fd67ab90f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO
"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning.../1/100500/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc824884628637abc55bf835626024e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Healer's Second Chance At Life
My husband told me his true love, Francesca, was dying. As a master healer, I was the only one who could save her. For months, he drained my life force in daily rituals, leaving me a hollow shell of myself. Then he demanded the ultimate sacrifice: a forbidden ceremony that would transfer my entire life force to her. It was a death sentence. "It means Francesca lives," he said, his eyes empty of the love he once had for me. He shattered the wooden bird he carved for our anniversary, forced me to sign divorce papers, and promised to remarry me after I died for his fantasy. Finally, he tied me to an altar and set it on fire. As I burned, my four-year-old daughter screamed the truth-that Francesca was faking her illness. But Kane pushed her away, choosing his lie over our lives. He watched me die. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he first told me Francesca was sick. This time, the only life I'll be saving is my own./1/117696/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8b569c48cf1f7e775a769cdfc2a318e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drawn Blood, A Broken Promise
After six years of failed fertility treatments, my fiancé Blake and I were finally expecting our miracle child. Our shared dream, the one that had held us together through years of heartache, was finally coming true. But then I discovered he was faking amnesia to cheat on me. Heartbroken, I went to the hospital to end the pregnancy we had so desperately wanted. As I lay recovering, his mistress was rushed into the ER, bleeding out. She needed my rare blood type to survive. Blake found me, held me down, and forcibly drew my blood to save her. He called me selfish for hesitating, twisting my pain into a weapon against me. "This is why I don't love you, Eliza," he sneered. "This cold, selfish streak." That was the moment the woman he knew died. Weeks later, at his live-streamed wedding where he begged for my return, I sent him a package. Inside was the aborted embryo of the child he denied, and a recording of him confessing everything./1/124185/coverorgin.jpg?v=b76af4a724f8c55d9f984006629f806c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Came Back Hotter With The Heir's Love
Three-year-old Adria Carlisle was dragged out of a warm car into the freezing rain by her father, Herman Rich. He shoved her small body into the mud outside a dilapidated orphanage, stuffing a crumpled fifty-dollar bill into her teddy bear. "From today on, you don't have a father," he said coldly. He abandoned her in the storm just to steal the Carlisle family's vast fortune for his own wife and daughter. For seventeen years, Herman erased Adria's existence, officially declaring her dead in a tragic accident. Using her stolen inheritance, he elevated his biological daughter, Dolores, to the dazzling heights of New York high society. He even arranged for Dolores to marry Hudson Davenport, the ruthless king of the city's financial empire. Dolores was about to take Adria's rightful place in an ancient, ironclad marriage contract between the two powerful families. Did Herman really think a fabricated death could bury the truth forever? Did Dolores truly believe that stolen wealth and a stolen fiancé could belong to her without any consequences? On the day of the grand wedding, just as the priest asked if anyone objected, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom were thrown open. Adria Carlisle, now a terrifyingly powerful figure, walked down the aisle with the original contract in hand. "I'm not here to cause trouble," she announced to the stunned crowd. "I'm just here to take back what's mine. Including this wedding, and the groom."/1/102447/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4674aea82cc93e0619578779adc3d07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Night He Chose Her
My pregnancy was a high-risk miracle after years of failed IVF. My husband, Aaron, seemed like the perfect partner, driving across town every night for the organic kale I craved. But I soon discovered his nightly "grocery runs" were a cover to visit his dead best friend's sister, Brie. The ultimate betrayal came when I went into early labor. As I was fighting for our child's life, Brie called him threatening suicide. He looked at me, then at his phone, and walked out of the delivery room to save her. I gave birth alone. Our son was stillborn. Aaron returned hours later, not with grief, but with an excuse. "We can have another baby," he said, as if replacing a broken toy. He then announced that Brie, his fragile mistress, would be moving into our home while I was still in the hospital. He truly believed he could have it all: the grieving wife and the mistress waiting at home. But as I looked at the man who chose her over our dying child, the love I had for him died right there. I had a new plan./1/125483/coverorgin.jpg?v=9082f934e9887834ea4a26fa5ebf986f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Waking Up Married To The Cruel CEO
I woke up in a cold, unfamiliar bedroom with a splitting headache, zero memories of the last five years, and my body covered in bruises. The man lying beside me was Kasper Avery, the ruthless billionaire I remembered as my sister's fiancé. But he coldly informed me that we had been married for five years, and the four-year-old girl calling me "Mommy" was our daughter. He looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust. He forced me to swallow birth control pills, made me work as his lowly secretary, and when I tried to resign, he threatened to bankrupt my family's business to keep me on a tight leash. Desperate for the truth, I searched the internet, only to find an old article showing my sister had actually married Kasper's brother. My entire reality was a twisted lie orchestrated by everyone I knew. Why was I married to a monster who clearly hated me? Why was my daughter given my maiden name instead of his? Suffocating in this glittering cage, I secretly called an outsider whose name I found in a file, praying he was the lifeline to my past. "Who is this?" Kasper's icy voice suddenly echoed through the line. He had intercepted the call in real-time. Staring at my bugged phone, I realized I wasn't just a wife, but a prisoner in a digital panopticon-and if I wanted to escape, I had to tear his empire down from the inside./0/81358/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4b62bb2a3b74eaf2e7689b49d21051a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Casual Betrayal, Her Calculated Revenge
The email from the estate manager shattered the calm of my curated life. It announced unauthorized use and damage to my Hamptons beach house, the one my family built generations ago. Then I saw the photos: my custom garden, a year in the making, utterly destroyed. And worse, a priceless Brancusi sculpture, a gift from my father, in pieces by the pool. An Instagram link confirmed my nightmare: my husband Ethan's secretary, Chloe Miller, gloating with a nine-photo spread of a pool party at my house, thanking "her boss" for the "generous gift." His response was chillingly casual: "Ava, don't be so possessive. It's just a house. We have others. She needed a break." His disregard for my property, my family legacy, was a direct insult. I exacted immediate, calculated revenge, selling the house from under Chloe and seizing Ethan's prized classic cars. But the humiliation escalated when Chloe brazenly wore my custom Oscar de la Renta gown to a high-society gala, Ethan beaming by her side. My retaliations, though swift and public, only seemed to fuel his delusion, culminating in Chloe's theatrical, fake suicide attempt. He blamed me, fired loyal staff, and promoted her to a senior position. Then came the ultimate betrayal: in a hospital corridor, as I secretly clutched a sonogram image, he slapped me. Hard. "You toxic, heartless shrew!" he snarled, accusing me of driving Chloe to "suicide." He didn't see the tiny picture slip from my numb fingers. The world tilted, and my last shred of hope for our marriage, for a family, shattered. I picked up the sonogram, tearing it into tiny pieces. He would pay. He would pay for everything./0/65460/coverorgin.jpg?v=c494f8693e60840a14c9565fa412e9ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Confess to Me
Xu Mobei is my senior from university. When I didn't know him, he seemed like a celestial being to me, even his way of speaking had an ethereal quality. Later, I realized that he is not a celestial being at all; it's me who truly feels like a celestial being for agreeing to be his girlfriend./1/113803/coverorgin.jpg?v=49cef794bde8563a08164d1cdbb0eef5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The True Heiress Returns: His Bitter Regret
Ariel woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by five titans of Wall Street. She instantly realized she had transmigrated into the corporate warfare novel she read last night. She was the real daughter of the ruthless Washington family, a family destined to be completely destroyed. And the one who would cause their bankruptcy, imprisonment, and deaths was the crying, hypocritical adopted sister holding her hand—Cherilyn. Knowing the plot, Ariel was terrified. She watched Cherilyn hand her a glass of organic juice and internally screamed about how it was laced with neurotoxins. She expected the cold, calculating family to side with the fake daughter and throw Ariel into the Hudson River. To survive, Ariel planned to play dumb, steal a Picasso painting, and run away to Hawaii before the feds raided their estate. But things got weird. Instead of bullying her, her terrifying father ordered the poisoned juice destroyed. Her ruthless brothers started buying out Michelin-star restaurants for her lunch, dropping off diamond-encrusted pens in military helicopters, and mercilessly crushing anyone who dared to cross her. "Why are these doomed villains suddenly acting like invincible strategic geniuses?" Ariel thought, utterly baffled. She had no idea that her entire family could hear her inner thoughts. And the Wall Street wolves were using her mental spoilers to rewrite their tragic fate./0/51509/coverorgin.jpg?v=52e4aade234ccf90ce9123085eea3163&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crown Of The Betrayed Heiress
Emelia was the rightful heiress to the Hewitt family, but her real parents and four brothers, together with an impostor claiming her place, had almost ended her life. After that experience, she stopped pretending to be obedient and started being her true self. She stood up to anyone who tried to mess with her or bully her, ready to push back and teach them a lesson without a second thought. Revealing herself as a revered doctor and a skilled treasure appraiser, she made a fool out of anyone who tried to put her down. Still, someone dared to mock her, saying, "Being powerful means nothing if your own parents don't love you." Then, the most respected family in the city came to her defense. "She is like a precious jewel to us. Who cares about the affection of those worthless people?"/0/81034/coverorgin.jpg?v=74da4e5b6d4d0f5da093a49564df1733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Comeback
My husband, Ethan Hayes, CEO of Innovatech, ordered me to go. Not a polite request, but a summons from the reclusive billionaire, Mr. Donovan Sterling. My pregnancy made it worse. His eyes were fixed on the stock market, not on me, his pregnant wife. His assistant, Chloe Vance, stood beside him, her own stomach betraying her secret: she was pregnant with his child. It was a chilling replay of a past life, a nightmare I' d been frantically trying to escape. I handed Ethan divorce papers, but Chloe only sneered, then "accidentally" drenched me with water, her eyes fixed on my growing belly. Then Ethan, fueled by Chloe's whispered venom, shoved me into our dark, claustrophobic wine cellar. When Sterling' s men arrived, Chloe handed me a signed divorce paper, gloating, along with a bottle of water. That water was poisoned. It was meant to make me lose our baby, to destroy me, and frame Mr. Sterling. Lying on the floor of Mr. Sterling's mansion, clutching my stomach as my world went black, I wondered: how could they be so monstrously cruel? Did they truly believe they could get away with it all? Could karma truly be so blind? But they underestimated my desperation, and the silent call I made weeks ago. They didn't know I had a lifeline, a secret ally. Now, as they plan their lavish wedding, they have no idea the wronged wife they thought they'd eliminated is about to reclaim everything she ever lost./1/103421/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f0cf8e6fafbeb20ea3828a5f910521f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Buried Alive: Her Unbroken Spirit
Ten years ago, they buried me alive. My fiancé Jake and my adoptive brother Alon had me committed, framing me as insane to cover up his affair with my family's long-lost biological daughter, Corina. They erased me from their perfect lives, painting me as a danger to myself and others. While I was left drugged and broken in a psychiatric facility, he married her, securing his connection to our family's power and launching his political career. But I survived. I rebuilt a quiet life from the ashes, finding peace in a small bookstore by the sea. This was my sanctuary. Until today. They walked through my door, shattering a decade of silence. Jake, now a powerful District Attorney aiming for the Senate, stared at me, his composure cracking. "Chandler?" I met his gaze, my voice cold and steady, the voice I used for any stranger. "Can I help you?"/0/49887/coverorgin.jpg?v=4afdc95e8c43b9b0e9f516c238ace0e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Persistent Ex-husband: Stay With Me
Never in Linsey's wildest dreams did she imagine the first time she met her husband of three years was in bed. She expected that they would begin to live like a real couple afterward, but Bryson didn't recognize her. He mistook her for a prostitute and hated her to the bone. Linsey thought their paths would never cross again after the divorce. However, it turned out that fate was playing tricks on her. She ended up becoming the legal counsel at Bryson's company. Finally, Bryson recognized her. He fell head over heels in love and couldn't help saying, "Stay with me, Linsey." "What?" Linsey couldn't believe her ears. "Mr. Higgins, weren't you the one who showed no concern about me? Besides, I'm just resigning. Why are you making a big deal out of it?" Bryson was torn between swallowing his pride and losing her forever or confessing his love for her. In the end, it turns out that falling in love comes with great battles. Would he win her back against all odds?/1/110559/coverorgin.jpg?v=906bf8e89b21e2b2604e1e38e4e7caaa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Who Died For Him
Three years ago, I sacrificed myself to donate my corneas to my blind lover, Elliot Moon. To spare him the guilt, I had my family tell him that I had abandoned him for a new life. But the credit for my sacrifice was stolen by another woman, Dolly. Convinced that I was still alive, Elliot became obsessed with hunting me down and dragging me back to donate my heart to cure Dolly’s heart disease. He broke both of my brother’s hands. He drove my mother to her death. But I was already dead, reduced to a ghost, unable to do a single thing. That was until his subordinate uncovered the truth: "Mr. Moon, Ms. Kayla died three years ago to save you."/1/124186/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e1057e20e355412d5721fc660157252&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untouchable After Divorce: Her Hidden Thousand Masks
For three years, Georgia devoted herself to being the perfect housewife, only for her husband to hand her divorce papers the moment his first love returned. She erased every trace of herself and vanished from his life completely. By the time she reappeared, powerful men were competing for her attention, and her countless hidden identities had left everyone stunned. Her usually composed ex finally lost control after noticing her baby bump. "Whose child is it?" he demanded. Georgia scoffed. "Some jerk's." Desperate to keep her close, he replied, "Then let me volunteer to be the baby's daddy."/1/102448/coverorgin.jpg?v=de8743b58fb1f20901243336f5358b2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pity Marriage, My Fierce Comeback
On the eve of my wedding, a viral TikTok revealed my fiancé had married another woman a week ago. When I confronted him, Jacob called it a "pity marriage." He dismissed our seven years together, offered me cash to shut up, and when I refused, he slapped me across the face. "You're the other woman now," he snarled, threatening to ruin me if I spoke out. The worst part? I was pregnant with his child. To break free from this monster, I made a heartbreaking choice and secretly terminated the pregnancy. When you have nothing left to lose, you become unstoppable. Tonight, at the live-streamed Tech Innovators Gala where he plans to accept our award with his new wife, I'm taking the stage. I'm not just taking back my company-I'm burning his entire world to the ground./0/81359/coverorgin.jpg?v=b342992dc7ad920ff1e483ae2239fa37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Double Life Exposed
The school admissions office. A new chapter for my son, Leo, a fresh start we hoped for. Then the woman at the desk dropped a bombshell, her voice flat. "Staff Sergeant Mark Johnson already has a child enrolled here." Mark Johnson was my husband, Leo' s father. "His son, Ethan Johnson," she continued, "and his wife, Jessica Johnson, is the emergency contact." Wife? Jessica? The names echoed, cold and sharp, triggering a horrifying flashback. In another life, this exact scenario had already unfolded, leading to an abyss of deceit and despair. I remembered Mark' s smooth lies, his flimsy tales of helping a "hero's widow," forcing Leo to be a whispered secret. Then came the unspeakable: Leo, my sensitive son, vanished from a bus stop. The frantic calls, the police reports, the agonizing silence. Weeks later, a horrifying news item: a child found, badly hurt, "two fingers missing." I never knew if it was Leo. The torturous uncertainty, Mark' s chilling indifference, his brutal concern for his "reputation" over my grief. And finally, the river-cold, dark, an attempted escape from the pain. Now, here I was again, back at the exact start of that soul-crushing nightmare. The same casual dismissal, the same insidious destruction of my life, my son' s future, unfolding again. But then, a surge of icy fury consumed me, hardening my resolve into something unbreakable. This wasn' t a rerun of despair; it was a second chance. This time, there would be no crumbling, no quiet suffering, no drowning. Mark Johnson was going to pay. And I would make sure everyone heard the truth, loud and clear./1/114453/coverorgin.jpg?v=85a2a55858872914c43de281c61cbade&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for. Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive. Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself. But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate. With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."/1/111533/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fca712b79838a2da7d2b598e946673e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
