Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Wrong Room, Wrong Groom: Now He Won't Let Me Go
Isabella thought marrying into the Evans family would save her and her sister from two miserable marriages. Instead, one wedding-night mix-up threw them into a new nightmare. After ending up in the wrong room, Isabella was switched to stern Alexander, while her sister was paired with his playboy brother, Nathaniel. With the family demanding pregnancies within three months, she clung to hope that her distant husband was warming to her. Then she discovered his secret contraception and a message that shattered her heart. "She's nothing but a burden you can't get rid of." When she chose to leave, Alexander suddenly knelt before her, his eyes flushed red. "Babe, please tell me how I can make you stay..." Her sister shielded her. "Don't worry, sis. I'll help you with the divorce proceedings." Her brother-in-law also support her. "Can you persuade your sister to stay? You know I'm with you on this divorce, right?"/1/114247/coverorgin.jpg?v=9951651ebcc3b7c7280c3bccf0b87368&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye Ex, Hello Billionaire Husband
After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court. He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine. "Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get out of our lives," he sneered, looking at me with absolute disgust. I tore the check into pieces, but my nightmare was just beginning. To access my grandfather's trust fund, I had exactly seventy-two hours to get legally married, so I desperately proposed a one-year contract marriage to a poor insurance salesman I met in a dive bar. When Brad found out, he and his arrogant family cornered me at their estate. Brad mocked my new husband for being a penniless, money-grubbing parasite, while my former mother-in-law slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. "You are trash, just like your mother," she spat, watching my knee bleed onto the sharp gravel. Jenna gleefully kicked my phone away, shattering the screen and cutting off my only lifeline. Lying there in the dirt, I stared at the broken glass in absolute despair. I didn't understand why four years of quiet devotion had earned me nothing but cruel betrayal and endless humiliation from the people I once called family. Just as I thought I had completely lost, a black Lincoln Navigator slammed to a halt at the gates. My "penniless" new husband stepped out, radiating a terrifying, righteous fury that made the entire Patton family freeze in horror./1/112005/coverorgin.jpg?v=1389c8dad72149711f85da3319573029&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Switching Husbands, I Took Back What Was Mine
In her previous life, Eliana took the fall for her adopted sister Iris and lost everything, even being forced into a marriage where her work was stolen to build another man's empire. Meanwhile, her sister's "perfect" marriage ended in tragedy-her husband turned out disabled and died young. Reborn, the sisters swapped their fates, Iris claiming the handsome man for herself while Eliana marrying the allegedly sick billionaire. Eliana only smiled-she knew the truth behind her marriage in the previous life. This time, she chose a different path, bringing her brilliance into the light while using marriage as a mere tool. Yet the man she married stood firmly by her side, saying, "With me behind you, no one will dare touch you."/1/115218/coverorgin.jpg?v=6452e0440505ab4d76d4171a8605a4ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress
On our third wedding anniversary, I waited in our empty penthouse until twenty minutes past midnight. When the private elevator finally opened, my husband stepped out, followed closely by a younger woman who was practically swallowed by his oversized suit jacket. He coldly announced she was staying the night because her apartment lock was broken. When I calmly pointed out her building had armed security, she immediately dropped to the floor, faking a hysterical panic attack. "Don't touch me! Please, keep her away!" she shrieked. Without a second of hesitation, my husband violently shoved me to protect her. My spine crashed hard into the sharp edge of the marble kitchen island. A blinding, white-hot pain knocked the breath completely out of my lungs. "You are vicious! You have absolutely zero sympathy!" he roared, his eyes full of disgust. But as I gasped for air, I saw the crying woman peek out from behind his broad shoulders. Her lips slowly curled up into a triumphant, mocking smirk. The agonizing pain in my back suddenly faded into absolute, freezing numbness. For three years, I had hidden my true identity to play the gentle, loving wife, only to realize my marriage was a pathetic joke. I pulled off my heavy diamond wedding ring and threw it directly at his feet. "I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing rain, where a massive black Maybach was already waiting. It was time to stop playing house and return to my throne as the billionaire heir of the Stephenson family./1/105566/coverorgin.jpg?v=967977487992e234fca9cb41eb5302c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Queen: The Billionaire's Dangerous Asset
I died as the "Queen," an elite assassin who leveled criminal syndicates, only to wake up in a damp trailer smelling of rot and stale tobacco. My new body belonged to Arleen Brewer, a malnourished teenager with a failing heart and a life defined by systemic poverty. A flickering blue light in my mind identified itself as a System, offering a devil's bargain: survive this life, and I could resurrect my dead brother, Dusty. To earn his return, I had to endure my alcoholic stepfather’s rage and a body so weak it struggled to even stand. At my elite prep school, the rich kids treated me like a walking corpse, covering my desk in trash and mocking my heart condition. Even my fiancé, Shen Wenyu, publicly branded me as "unstable" and stood by while the school's golden boy tried to humiliate me. They expected me to wither away, but they didn't realize a wolf was now wearing the sheep's skin. I shattered the bully’s nose with a metal tray and tore up my engagement contract in front of a stunned auditorium, only to be met with immediate threats of lawsuits and expulsion. I didn't understand how the original Arleen survived this suffocating injustice without breaking, but as the Queen, I was ready to turn this school into a war zone. Then Hale Clemons, the most dangerous man in the city, cornered me outside the principal's office. He saw through my mask, realizing his very presence was the only thing keeping my failing heart from stopping. "I’m not buying your loyalty," he said, handing me a gold-embossed card. "I’m investing in a weapon." I took the deal, ready to use his power to bring my brother back and bury everyone who ever looked down on Arleen Brewer./1/116116/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ee3deb22523b0a20277931a2e93dc84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Ex-Wife's Empire
A sharp pain pulled me from the darkness. I opened my eyes to see my husband, Graves, smiling as he introduced his new "intern," Alex. Her cheap handbag couldn't hide the dark hickey on her neck. Looking at them, the cold, sharp memory of my death flooded my mind. In my previous life, my protégé sold me out, and Graves watched coldly as our company crumbled, leading to my fatal heart attack. Back then, when he brought Alex home, I screamed and threw things, starting my long nightmare of humiliation. I endured her lavish birthday party in my own home, watching him gift her the exact sports car he said was "too extravagant" for me. I even miscarried our child due to the stress of his constant affairs. He held my hand in the hospital, swearing he would change. But he lied, eventually orchestrating a hostile takeover that literally killed me. I had built his entire empire from the ground up, acting as the brilliant strategist behind the curtain. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could be such a ruthless monster, discarding me for a cheap mistress and stripping away everything I owned. The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day it all started. A strange calm washed over me. "Of course, the poor thing," I said evenly. "We should take care of her." Then, I pulled out the divorce papers. This time, I won't just walk away. I will become the ghost that tears his kingdom down./1/110552/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a13c45cb4a6cbb51c798e4581dd9625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mockery Turned Majesty: Her Rise After Divorce
Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet./1/114495/coverorgin.jpg?v=352101497c61dc6d3060dd2aa5d857c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Vows, Real Love: The CEO's Wife
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up. The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her. He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction. The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage. So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival. He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. "Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."/0/58462/coverorgin.jpg?v=c904a3bf996c158618a00e307a5a1398&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】/1/102289/coverorgin.jpg?v=93f582bb6dbb65cb172474e8e762b502&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love That Transcends Even Death
On my twenty-fifth birthday, I discovered my boyfriend of seven years and my best friend were having an affair. They gave me matching necklaces-a sea and a mountain-the very set I had picked out for him as a symbol of our love. It was their silent confession, a confirmation of the betrayal I had just witnessed. Later that night, my best friend was attacked. I rushed to her side, only to be met with my boyfriend's fury. He accused me of being selfish and late, then broke up with me, leaving me alone and bleeding in the snow after I coughed up blood from my terminal lung cancer. He didn't see the blood. He didn't know I was dying. He just saw me as an inconvenience. My world shattered. I had been hiding my illness to spare them pain, only to find they were building their happiness on my quiet suffering. I received his call from the hospital, not out of concern for me, but because he had just discovered the truth about my cancer. He was too late. I was already on a plane to Oregon, having sent my final message: "I love you both. Always. Find your happiness. I'll be okay." This was my last gift to them-their freedom, bought with my life./0/65284/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a5613066eaa5dbbe401b59d581b0763&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again./1/101393/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc6dca3fdf81c4ad6b5ec532b3253f33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Wife's Return: Rising From Ashes
I went to the Department of Vital Records to pick up my four-year-old son's death certificate, but I left with a birth certificate for my husband's illegitimate child. The date of birth was August 14th. My son, Leo, had drowned in October. While I was choosing a casket for our child, Eli had been holding his newborn with another woman. I tried to confront him at a charity gala, but his mistress walked in holding their son's hand. The boy pointed at Eli and innocently asked if they were playing the "game" again—the same game they were playing in the bedroom while Leo wandered into the pool and drowned. The truth shattered me. I screamed, lunging at the monsters who let my son die. But Eli didn't comfort me. He shoved me off the stage to protect his mistress, breaking my leg in front of everyone. Later, to silence me forever, his family had me beaten and dumped under a bridge, leaving me blind and broken in the freezing rain. They thought I was dead. They thought they had won. But I survived. I found a doctor who could perform a radical procedure: Targeted Memory Suppression. I chose to surgically excise Eli Stark from my mind completely. Six months later, I stood on stage as a celebrated neuroscientist, my sight restored and my life reclaimed. A haggard, weeping man approached me with a massive diamond ring, begging for a second chance. I looked at him with clear, unrecognizing eyes and asked, "Excuse me, do I know you?"/1/110945/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff746397b06e932b7383499acd41aa65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Father's Betrayal: The Marrow
After years of marriage, Adrian Foster still only spoke to me in bed. The moment he got out of it, the warmth vanished, replaced by cold indifference. I, Nora Bennett, had endured it all in silence, hoping that if I stayed obedient, he might show our daughter, Nina Foster, a little more care. Yet in his eyes, Sophia Graham was his one and only-the woman he put on a pedestal, shielding and indulging her at every turn. For her child, he had even taken my daughter's bone marrow. In that moment, I finally understood. I was nothing more than a pawn in his battle with the woman he truly loved. So I stopped holding on. I took my daughter and left without hesitation./1/111560/coverorgin.jpg?v=18dae6c4e707b66b0f16f410942df23c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me. And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control. During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger—a male doctor—I lost control, soft, broken sounds slipping from my lips. Outside the consultation room, my husband stood beside the woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holding her in plain sight as he called me a "useless burden." The doctor adjusted my skirt for me, his fingertips brushing slowly along the side of my thigh. Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?"/1/116729/coverorgin.jpg?v=42f9f39690a22809df88aa08d304e9ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Abandoned Wife, Now Untouchable
For four years, I played the part of the perfect, pathetic wife to my billionaire husband, Damian Nunez. Bleeding from a gunshot wound I took to secure a multi-billion-dollar deal for his company, I dragged myself to our penthouse, ready to finally end the charade./1/115052/coverorgin.jpg?v=51e51299837e9d176bc8804b6329394c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price Of A Shredded Wedding Dress
My wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. I was in my custom Vera Wang gown, about to marry Jameson Alvarez and merge our two powerful families. But when his high school sweetheart staged a minor accident, he didn't just leave me at the altar. In front of hundreds of guests, he ripped my wedding dress right off my body, leaving me exposed in my lingerie. He used the shredded silk to cover her shoulders, shielding her from the crowd while I stood there, stripped bare for all to see. Later, he sent a text asking me to "be a good sport" and reschedule. He thought the woman who loved him would simply forgive this ultimate humiliation. But the Alannah who loved him died at that altar. My mind, cold and clear, recalled Section 7.2 of our pre-merger agreement. I picked up my phone and made a call to my legal team. "It's a breach," I said. "Activate the billion-dollar clause. Freeze everything."/1/114014/coverorgin.jpg?v=076087d7dcfa68b7fc2d5d86d2a00b7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Ex: I'm Free
Today is my fifth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Ethan, asked me for a divorce for the 38th time. He does this for Ilene, his childhood friend. The woman who crashed her car on our wedding day, leaving her unable to have children. Ever since, he's been repaying a debt of guilt, and I've been the price. For five years, I endured the cycle of divorce and remarriage. But this time was different. Ilene pushed me down a flight of stairs. Ethan found me bleeding and promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay. But days later, the police called. The security footage of the incident had been mysteriously erased. There was no evidence, no case. That night, Ilene had me kidnapped. As her men tore at my clothes in the back of a van, I managed to call Ethan. He rejected my call. I jumped from the moving van. And as I ran for my life, bleeding on the cold asphalt, I made a vow. This time, there would be no 39th remarriage. This time, I would disappear./1/108589/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ba490ee05795383ebc94897477f4efa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Wanted a Doll, I Became a Legend
After three years together, the man who had once promised to marry me, Babur Caldwell, threw me out the moment he got into Redmont University. "Valeria, a pretty little fool who only knows how to dress up, how could you ever be worthy of someone like me, a future elite of Gilded Row?" Later, when I, Valerie Quinn, became the Financial Queen admired by thousands, he knelt in front of me, sobbing, begging for another chance. Holding the bouquet Kearney Smith had sent me, I answered in the same tone he had once used. "Sorry, Babur, someone as short-sighted as you isn't worthy of an elite like me."/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?"/1/113991/coverorgin.jpg?v=4992d43ad99bc3068b2c5b58bdf12c8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
