Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Scorned Wife, Sudden Fortune
The world came back to me in fragments of pain, the profound exhaustion of thirty-six hours of labor. They saved me, saved my daughter, and I expected relief. Instead, I heard my husband, Ethan, from the hall, his voice light, conversational, almost cheerful. "She' s completely torn apart down there… it' s disgusting. Like a war zone." My breath caught. "And her stomach," he whispered, "It' s all loose and flabby, covered in these weird purple lines. She looks like a deflated balloon. I swear, I don' t think I can ever touch her again." My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a painful thud of realization. This was the man who had held my hand, told me I was brave. Then the other voice, "What about the kid?" A flicker of desperate hope ignited. He wanted a daughter so badly. "It' s a girl," Ethan said, his voice flat. "Lily. Cries all the time. Just another thing to deal with." The hope died. Then his tone shifted, charming, for a phone call. "I know, I wish you were here instead. I can' t wait to see you." A mistress. The late nights, the secretive calls, the growing distance I' d blamed on pregnancy stress-it all clicked into place. Tears, hot and silent, streamed from my eyes. Not sadness, but rage and a grief so profound it felt like a physical wound. He wasn' t just shallow, he was cruel. Not just a bad husband, but a monster. In that sterile, blood-scented room, I mourned my marriage, the man I thought I knew. A cold, hard decision settled in my soul, listening to him coo at his lover. My daughter would not have a father like him. I would raise her alone. This wasn' t the end of my pain, but it was the beginning of my fight./1/124844/coverorgin.jpg?v=b03d5217cd6e16433ec3055c7fc7e96b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruined Heiress's Fake Pregnancy Bargain
Clare woke up to a frozen bank account, a bankrupt family empire, and a suicide note from her father. To save her father from jumping off a skyscraper, she cornered New York's most ruthless billionaire, Edward Carlisle, with a fake pregnancy test. "I'm carrying your child." She bet everything on a brief encounter from a yacht party weeks ago, hoping to force him into a marriage that would save her family. But instead of offering a ring, the cold-blooded tycoon dragged her straight to a clinic to forcefully terminate the "problem." Even after seeing through her desperate lie, Edward didn't let her go. He forced her into a humiliating contract marriage just to destroy his grandfather's arranged match. He paid off a fraction of her family's billion-dollar debt—just enough to keep her on a tight leash, treating her like a cheap, disposable shield. She was paraded in front of high society, forced to publicly ruin his engagement, and stripped of every ounce of her dignity. She knew he planned to throw her away the second his family stopped pressuring him. Why should she just sit and wait to be discarded by this monster? Wiping her tears, Clare looked into the eyes of the man who thought he completely owned her. "Stop treating me like a liability." She refused to be his obedient pawn. Instead, she proposed a dangerous new alliance to help him destroy his own family—and the real transaction officially began./1/113164/coverorgin.jpg?v=72228bd45b9dc22f355b1ed6ccda47b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Fiancé, Claimed By His Uncle
Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground./0/63199/coverorgin.jpg?v=eec581cb24567494dd8f9ebecbe0cd02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Identity
When Lexi is approached by two private detectives, Jack and Emily, who are searching for Diana Wayne, a missing heiress from a prominent London family, they ask Lexi to pretend to be Diana for six months, as they suspect that someone in Diana's family might be involved in her disappearance. Lexi accepts the offer, as she needs the money for her father's surgery. She flies to London and assumes Diana's identity, but soon discovers that Diana is not who everyone thought she was; she uncovers secrets and lies that put her life in danger./1/114462/coverorgin.jpg?v=150de2d989144632b0522ab5643fcedf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Awakening: His World Falls Apart
My husband Hudson had kept me a medicated ghost for three years, convinced I was unstable. But a cheap pink hair clip, tangled with golden blonde hair in his car, ripped through the chemical haze. The bitter pill he forced me to take wouldn't numb the burning truth, only fuel my awakening. I was an architect once, but now I was just Cora, a docile wife trapped in his suffocating world. When he saw my shock, his concern was sickeningly sweet as he offered another Xanax. I pretended to swallow the poison, letting it dissolve under my tongue, a constant reminder of my awakening. Back at the mansion, his massive car deliberately blocked mine, a crude barricade confirming his control. Then, a message from an old intern confirmed my darkest fears: this was domestic abuse. He urged me to check Hudson’s closet, to record everything. I knew then I was living with a dangerous monster, and my denial shattered. The anger burned, fueled by the bitter taste of that undissolved pill. That night, Hudson walked in, wearing a hideous, sloppily tied red polka-dot tie. It was a clear, undeniable sign of another woman. My architect’s mind was awake, cold and calculating. "Game on, Hudson." I would make him taste this bitterness back a thousand times./0/86235/coverorgin.jpg?v=23f42515b0223a058b48a294023ace10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife They Cast Aside
For ten years, I lived a life that wasn' t mine, sacrificing my scientific dreams to become the perfect wife and mother. My carefully built world shattered when I overheard my husband, Mark, tell our ten-year-old daughter Mia, that her real mother, my sister Sophia, was finally coming back. He then twisted a venomous lie, blaming me for Sophia' s decade-long absence, claiming I was jealous and drove her away. Mia' s face twisted in fury, her blue eyes, once filled with love, now burned with hatred as she screamed, "You're a monster! I hate you!" Before I could react, she lunged and shoved me down the grand staircase, leaving me crumpled and bleeding on the marble, physically and emotionally broken. My parents, witnessing my prostrate form and Mia' s crocodile tears, immediately sided with their 'precious' granddaughter, my mother slapping me and my father lecturing me on duty. They saw me not as a daughter, but as a business asset, a pawn to save their shaky social standing and financial future. How could the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally abandon me so easily, believing such a blatant lie? Why did my years of selfless devotion to a child and a family that wasn't truly mine only lead to such profound betrayal? Lying there, bleeding and discarded, a chilling clarity pierced through the agony: My life as Olivia Reynolds, the aspiring scientist, was violently reclaimed. I would divorce my indifferent husband, leave my ungrateful family, and reclaim the life stolen from me a decade ago./1/109271/coverorgin.jpg?v=20d7ef3b847590b7060ccbd8d6c21993&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surrogate Wife's Revenge Ends In Checkmate
At the wedding, a video flashed: Lindsay was kidnapped, dress ripped. Amid the guests' jeers, Tyler, her fiancé, didn't waver, insisting on marrying her. She clung to him as rescue and spent three years devoted. Then she overheard him say, "I married her for a child. That clip? I staged it. Break her dignity and she'll worship you." Her world cracked. The warmth was an act; she was a tool, a mere surrogate to bear his child. Lindsay wiped her tears, sought Tyler's rival, Ashton, and said, "Help me bring him down. Name your price." The gentle wife vanished, replaced by a cold avenger-until Tyler realized she was beyond his reach./0/81693/coverorgin.jpg?v=4eb849e34c4938ead209d920af45cba1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on the Quarry's Edge
The ground rumbled beneath my worn boots as I washed mason jars, a seemingly ordinary afternoon in my quiet kitchen. Then, Martha' s scream, thin and sharp with fear, shattered the peace: my mother-in-law was frozen, having stepped on something deadly in the old quarry land. I called my husband Jack, an ex-Army EOD tech, but his dismissive voice echoed a past life I' d already endured, confirming he was with his mistress Brenda. He laughed, calling me "hysterical," just as he had when his neglect contributed to Martha' s death once before, refusing to believe his own mother was in danger. A cold wave of memories washed over me: his past betrayal, Martha' s agonizing death, and his self-serving contempt, all replaying this horrific scene. Could I really trust him, the man who owed his life to my parents' sacrifice, to save his own mother now when he' d failed so callously? But this rebirth wasn't just a curse; it was a warning. I wouldn't let Martha die again. Drawing on fractured memories of Jack' s EOD training, I stepped onto the live explosive, taking Martha' s place. A sickening click affirmed my choice, marking the moment I chose defiance and survival – this time, things would be different./1/104080/coverorgin.jpg?v=190fd65d0cd2c3e8217f0a4302491d6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lost My Savior, Found His Pain
For years, I believed my unique blood was a gift to save the man I loved. Now, he saw it as a poison. At the urging of his venomous new lover, Kim, he believed I was a family enemy trying to destroy him. He subjected me to endless torture, draining my life force to treat Kim' s fake pregnancy. Each extraction, which he saw as me faking my pain, was actually pushing my body toward total collapse. I endured it all for one reason: to protect my innocent brother, Benny. But how could the man whose life I'd secretly preserved be so blind to the truth? When they captured Benny and threatened his life, I offered my final sacrifice. I gave Cliffton my entire remaining life force, dissolving into light before his very eyes. And in that instant, as his cured parents appeared to reveal every lie, he finally understood: he had just murdered his own salvation./1/102458/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d33cae79ce1f013aeafda6be79e10b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Exposing His Lies, Burning His Empire
I gave up my tech career for my professor boyfriend, Donovan. For ten years, I was his perfect, supportive partner, but he repaid me by cheating with his student, Brie. On our anniversary, he brought her favorite peanut butter into our home-forgetting my deadly allergy-and then left me to be with her. I finally escaped to Europe, but he hunted me down. Consumed by a possessive rage, he found me with my new partner, Kevin, and brutally attacked him. I had to smash a wine bottle over Donovan's head just to make him stop. As he stood there bleeding, he actually tried to propose, swearing she meant nothing to him. But then my phone rang. A frantic woman on the other end sobbed, "Brie is at his mother's house! She's pregnant with his baby!" That's when I decided leaving wasn't enough. I would use the very skills I sacrificed for him to expose every single one of his lies and burn his entire world to the ground./0/84289/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1ae91184791e1672d0501ce99f3ed4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO'S Contract Bride
Should I blame them-or myself? I was born into wealth but starved for love. So when the charming Henry Desmond swept me off my feet, I fell-hard. Then he vanished, leaving me pregnant and heartbroken. Now, with my father on his deathbed, I've inherited a billion-dollar empire... and a shattered heart. To protect my name and the child I carry, I agree to a contract engagement with Shaw Molton, my father's loyal right-hand man. But when pretend feelings blur into something real and Henry returns with secrets that could destroy everything, I'm faced with an impossible choice: confront the past that broke me... or fight for a future I never dared to dream. In a world built on lies and betrayal-can true love still win?/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./0/81369/coverorgin.jpg?v=8803429e778940f883d1b83ded4ba948&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vanishing $28,000
My fiancé Mark' s mother, Carol, beamed with a chillingly sweet smile as she handed me a debit card, a generous gift of $28,000 for our condo down payment. Settling into their Austin living room, I felt an overwhelming sense of security and belonging, a perfect start to our life together as I thanked them profusely. That warm glow brutally extinguished just days later at Best Buy when the cashier, after swiping the card, simply stated, "Insufficient funds." My heart plummeted; an ATM display confirmed the horrifying truth: a mere $800 remained, $27,200 of our future seemingly vanished into thin air. When I confronted Mark and Carol, their united front delivered a cold slap of denial and insidious gaslighting. Carol cooed about how easy it was to "forget a transaction or two," while Mark casually dismissed my concern, both subtly implying I was either incompetent or lying. The true betrayal came when Carol orchestrated a call to my parents, painting me as a scatterbrained bride overwhelmed by wedding plans, swaying even my own family' s trust. I was completely isolated. How could my future in-laws, and even my fiancé, turn so cruelly, so deliberately, attempting to frame me and strip away my credibility? The initial joy and security were replaced by a bitter cocktail of shock, anger, and a dawning, terrifying realization: this wasn't about missing money; it was about an elaborate, calculated scheme to control me. But a fierce resolve hardened within me; I wouldn't be their victim. With my best friend by my side, I vowed to expose their lies, no matter the cost, turning their game back on them step by calculated step./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./0/86236/coverorgin.jpg?v=93f4f6453dda7fae0732f9400dfb17ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Love, Reborn Stronger
The scalpel felt wrong in my hand, cold and alien. "Sarah, we're ready. It's time." My husband, Dr. Mark Johnson, stood beside me, his voice a smooth, confident hum. This was the moment. The surgery on my own father. The moment that, in another life, had destroyed me completely. I dropped the scalpel. "I can't do it," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. A flash of memory, vivid and real, flooded my mind: an orange jumpsuit, camera flashes, a "Guilty" verdict. I remembered dying alone in a prison cell, my name a synonym for malpractice and murder. A monster who killed her own father on the operating table. Why was I reliving this? I'd changed things. I hadn't operated. I'd deliberately injured my hand, smashing it against a metal basin to avoid that fate. Yet here I was, surrounded by public scorn, branded a "psycho doctor" and a "murderer" by a baying mob, all orchestrated by Mark and my mother, Eleanor. They even produced a manufactured video of me botching the surgery-a doppelganger, a staged performance meant to frame me. This was my second chance, but it felt like a replay of my death. They thought they had me trapped again, burying me under fabricated evidence and public hatred. But I had a secret weapon, a desperate, wild gamble up my sleeve, a suspicion rooted in old family secrets. When the autopsy results came in, Mark and Eleanor believed they had fully sealed my fate. They brought out reports of my fingerprints on the scalpel, a massive overdose of a powerful opioid, and a fake email from my deleted files-a confession to a mercy killing for insurance money. They had built an airtight case. Despair washed over me. I was going to lose. Again. But then, a thought clicked. A distant cousin from my mother' s side. The truth began to crystallize, sickening and monstrous. My only way out was to play their game, just for a little longer. "I'll confess," I croaked, my mind racing. "But I have one condition. One last request. Just let me see him one last time. Let me say goodbye at the funeral home. Alone." They thought it was the last gasp of a defeated woman. They were wrong. This was my opening./0/80396/coverorgin.jpg?v=62d01d564e5969b69250a6a65029205c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Left My Own Wedding
Ethan Miller, a top-tier software engineer, had poured his soul into Innovatech, the company he built alongside his long-term girlfriend, CEO Victoria Hayes, with shared dreams of success and marriage. But when Ethan responsibly exposed a catastrophic flaw in a project plan by Dylan Vance, the investor’s entitled son, Victoria publicly humiliated him, brazenly siding with Dylan and demanding Ethan compromise his ethics to secure funding, even dangling their long-awaited marriage as a cynical incentive. The betrayal escalated as Ethan witnessed Victoria's increasingly intimate relationship with Dylan, both professionally and personally. He came home to find them openly laughing, a cruel mockery of his devotion. Victoria then accepted his resignation with contempt, threatening his career and leaving him financially stranded. How could the woman he loved, his partner in building this company, so casually discard his integrity for a spoiled rich kid and investment money? Was their entire six-year relationship nothing more than a strategic pawn in her corporate ambition? The injustice was a searing blow. With his loyalty shattered, Ethan made a drastic choice. Soaked by an Austin downpour, he walked away from it all and made a decisive call to a rival firm. This wasn’t just about quitting; it was a defiant declaration that his integrity, and his future, belonged solely to him./1/104081/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0f20d663c74edc858b9d805515eafb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hero Husband's Cruel Betrayal
My husband, Greyson, is a celebrated war hero. When the community center caught fire, he saved a child. But it wasn't our son. He walked right past Karter to rescue another boy, publicly claiming the child as his own. That betrayal was nothing. When Karter later collapsed, his rare heart condition triggering a life-threatening crisis, I ran for his life-saving medication. The safe was empty. Greyson had taken it. He' d given our son' s only dose to the other boy to make him "feel strong." While Karter fought for breath, the news hailed my husband as a selfless hero for his "noble sacrifice." For years, I excused his coldness and blatant favoritism, hoping the man I married would return. But watching him smile on TV as he condemned our son to death, I finally understood. He called my desperate pleas "drama" and hung up. He's convinced I'm too weak to leave, that I'll come crawling back like I always do. He has no idea I've already filed for divorce, severed our mate bond, and am driving our son far away, leaving him to the ruin he so richly deserves./1/110570/coverorgin.jpg?v=863e3460e5e303d3cc7d6247cfe09e9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turned To A Grave
When I was pregnant, my husband, Christian, abandoned me. Because he chose my sister, Annabelle. Five years after my tragic death, Annabelle fell critically ill and desperately needed a kidney. That was when they remembered me. He called, demanding that I drag myself back, but I was no longer capable of answering. My five-year-old daughter answered instead. "My mommy passed away a long time ago." He refused to believe the child was his. Until a DNA report proved their paternity. As he dug up my grave, the truth finally broke him. Meanwhile, my soul was tethered to his side, forced to witness his entire world crumble to dust./0/21671/coverorgin.jpg?v=b54931ec7bde000754e846a14fba3ebf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled Up
When his father's life is put to an end; Harry Banks has to take over his father's company as the rightful owner. To tangle things up, Harry has a stepmother; A stepmother whom no one knew her true colours. Everything is tangled; Who will untangle this? Will Harry be able to do so or will he be done away with?/1/102459/coverorgin.jpg?v=18837f26674d1271ead63c27c2004d24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
