Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Stardom's Sweetest Payback: No Room For Regret, Mr. CEO
On their wedding anniversary, Kevan left Ashley for another woman. Tired of a distant husband, Ashley chose divorce. He was dismissive, but she returned to showbiz as a famed agent, taking the industry by storm and dazzling all with her skills. As the manipulative mistress was exposed, Kevan insisted Ashley would come back once she tired of freedom. But the former housewife soared, surrounded by admirers-international stars, persistent CEOs, even a billionaire heir. Kevan panicked, begging for a second chance. Ashley said with a scoff, "I never revisit past mistakes."/0/81651/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195740&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn from Betrayal: The Scientist's Reckoning
Ellie Vance, a brilliant scientist, thought she had it all: a groundbreaking research project nearing completion, and a loving fiancé, Ethan. Her engagement party was supposed to be the celebration of a perfect future. But then, the world stopped. At her own party, Ethan announced he was marrying her cousin, Vicky Croft. And in front of everyone, Vicky unveiled Ellie' s life' s work, presenting it as her own. Ellie' s protests were met with dismissals, even from her own brother, Leo. As Ellie' s world spiraled into grief and disbelief, Vicky' s insidious cruelty secretly targeted Ellie' s ailing mother, accelerating her decline and ultimately leading to her death. Ellie was emotionally and physically broken, effectively "dead." The injustice burned. How could they flaunt her stolen work and celebrate their deceit, while her mother suffered and died from their malice? The betrayal was absolute, leaving Ellie with nothing but shattered dreams and a profound sense of wrong. Yet, a casual, cruel confession from Vicky changed everything. Overhearing her gloating about tormenting Ellie's mother and effortlessly stealing her research ignited a cold, steel resolve. The naive girl was gone. Now, Ellie would attend the grand gala celebrating Vicky, not as a victim, but as a force reborn, ready to unleash a reckoning and expose every single lie./0/85875/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b31b19a2a2e01658b12d44c746c332c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Live Stream Slut No More
The fluorescent hum of the hospital room mocked the silence where my joy should have been. I had just given my son, Liam, a kidney, a piece of myself to save his life. My husband, Robert Sterling, texted me heart emojis, calling me a hero. Then, a detective called, informing me Robert had been kidnapped. An unknown number sent a video: Robert, bruised and tied, a distorted voice demanding a humiliating live-streamed performance from me to save him. For three nights, I became a public spectacle, the "Live Stream Slut," watching my hard-earned reputation, my mother's esteemed design firm, crumble into dust. Robert returned, weeping, promising forever, while the police found nothing, and the world condemned me. I lost everything, my life shrinking to a quiet existence, shielded by what I thought was their love. Five years later, I overheard Liam and Robert. Liam's voice was cold, talking about Scarlett, my stepsister. Robert chuckled, a cruel sound, revealing the "kidnapping" was a fake, a brilliant scheme to destroy me, hand my company to his mistress, and give my precious kidney to her instead of our son. My heart shattered, then hardened. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. I quietly began to mend my wings, searching for jobs far away, connecting with the best divorce lawyer, and plunging into their meticulously crafted financial labyrinth. I wasn't just leaving. I was going to burn their world to the ground./0/61158/coverorgin.jpg?v=14378fe3b1d41625aaeb86de39efd310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresponsible Landlady
After graduating from university, due to financial constraints, I rented a one bedroom apartment in the old city area. On the second day of living, I found a cigarette butt at home. After I explained the whole story to the landlord, she blamed me for making a mountain out of a molehill and bothering her with even the smallest things. He also said, 'What are you afraid of? You should behave yourself and no one will come to criticize you, okay?'/0/82277/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce9646159e015a812179d699c2be45ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Sarah: A Husband's Vow
The last thing Ethan Walker remembered was the bitter taste of pills. His life, once defined by Coast Guard rescues, had been systematically dismantled by his ambitious wife, Sarah, and her manipulative half-brother, Liam. They'd dismissed his debilitating leg injury, isolated him, and even sent their eight-year-old son, Ben, away, claiming it was for his "future." Drowning in pain and despair, discarded as a liability, Ethan saw no other escape. His final, icy thought: "Sarah, if there's another life, I won't love you again." Then, he gasped, bolting upright in his familiar bedroom. The early Alaskan sunlight cut through the blinds, and he saw the date: months before Liam' s arrival, before the crushing betrayals. He was alive. Again. The shock was a physical blow, but beneath it, a burning fury ignited. He' d believed in Sarah, in their life together, only for her to choose ambition and a snake like Liam over everything. How could she have let Liam twist their love, their family, into something so toxic? The memory of his shattered past, the agonizing spiral, the feeling of being entirely powerless and betrayed, hit him with brutal force. He wouldn't let it happen again. This time, he wouldn't be the wreckage left behind. His hand, trembling with cold resolve, reached for his phone. He was calling a divorce lawyer. When Sarah walked in, her composure already cracking, he stared her down, his voice cold. His fight for freedom, for Ben, and for his own redemption, began now./0/85093/coverorgin.jpg?v=01bc223dd9cf4cd8652a9ccffcb7b7d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Abuse, Her Awakening
My father placed the bank card on the table, calling me the "most capable" in the family, entrusting me with their retirement. I knew it wasn't trust; it was a trap, a way to access my money through guilt. My brother, Liam, smirked, reinforcing their expectation that my success was a family resource – primarily for him. The peace shattered less than a week later when Liam demanded $50,000 for another failed business venture. When I refused, citing his past failures, he escalated, claiming I was hoarding family money. My parents, instead of defending me, sided with him, pressuring me to give in. The climax arrived when Liam physically assaulted me in my apartment, and my own father destroyed my phone to cover it up, blaming me for the outburst. How could my family side with my abuser, enabling his irresponsibility while erasing evidence of his violence? The injustice ignited a cold rage, burning away years of fear and restraint. I grabbed the largest kitchen knife I owned, and with a voice shaking with fury, screamed, "Get out of my house!" The next day, they launched a public smear campaign at my office, accusing me of stealing and being a heartless monster. But I was done being their victim; I was ready to fight back. I challenged them to a live stream, promising to expose every financial transaction and reveal the police report for assault. The game had changed, and I was about to unleash a truth they never expected./0/84311/coverorgin.jpg?v=3dc0134af4400beefef4d1e03e6dbdab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deported Mistress, Destroyed Husband
I thought I' d solved my marriage crisis the way any woman from a powerful D.C. family would: I used my influence to get my husband' s mistress deported. My husband, Colonel Ethan Scott, even came home, promising repentance and a fresh start. Two days later, the private jet carrying my father, the former Secretary of State, and my brother, a rising star at the Department of Justice, went down over the Atlantic. As I stood grieving, the man I loved, the man I built, answered a call, casually ordering the disposal of my family' s bodies and discussing the tasteless drug he' d just forced on me – a sterilization agent. He had orchestrated it all. My world shattered as the monster I married carried me into our Georgetown home, convinced I was just another grieving wife. He then publicly humiliated me, having his mistress stage a fall and whipping me with his belt in front of a crowd, leaving me kneeling in the street like a dog. I couldn't fathom such pure evil, nor the depths of my own betrayal. But what he didn't know was about my father' s secret safe, and the blank presidential pardon inside. This wasn' t the end of me; it was the start of my war./0/86814/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212600&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Husband, Unstoppable Man
I stood before my instructor, Mr. Harrison, the polished floor reflecting my tired face. I was the lead dancer at Stone Corp's prestigious company, but it felt like a prison. "I need to resign," I said, my voice quiet but steady. Then, the true reason for my discontent emerged. "I want to divorce her," I confessed, referring to Olivia, the CEO and my wife. She had stopped seeing me as a person, only a means to an end. My world shattered when I overheard Olivia tell her brother that I had "served my purpose." I was merely a distraction, a "replacement" until Derek Chen, her former fiancé and another dancer, returned. I was a ghost, a stand-in-a role painfully evident as Derek sat beside her at dinner, in the seat that used to be mine. Weeks turned into a nightmare. Derek orchestrated a scene, faking an injury and accusing me of assault. Olivia, without hesitation, believed him. "You are vile," she hissed. She then slapped me, the sting nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal. I crumpled to the floor, consumed by a familiar, dark terror, remembering her promise to never let anyone hurt me. Later, I dragged myself from the locked basement where her security team had thrown me. In the hospital, the doctor delivered the final blow: the fall had caused irreversible damage, leaving me unable to have children. The dream of a family, a home, snatched away by the woman who once said, "We are not having children." A quiet, hollow emptiness settled in me. But I wasn't broken. I was done being a victim. I would get my justice. I would escape my gilded cage./0/85719/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4026154190946e0f51675caca7d4a91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Gilded Cage: A Husband's Escape
It was our tenth wedding anniversary, but the party felt exactly like the nine humiliating ones before it. My wife, Vanessa Thorne, a dazzling socialite to the world, was my warden, and tonight, she paraded her newest "toy," a young model named Liam. "Show him the ropes," she purred, her eyes alight with cruel amusement, forcing me, her husband, to mentor her latest conquest in how to "please her." As the guests snickered, the subtext was clear: "Show him how to be my pet, just like you." For ten years, I had been her gilded prisoner, my father's mounting medical bills the chain around my neck, paid for by the Thorne family. But tonight, something inside me snapped. "No," I whispered, then louder, "No. I won't." I met her eyes and declared, "Vanessa, I want a divorce." The room erupted in laughter, and Vanessa sneered, "You always come crawling back. You have nothing. You are nothing without me." She was right; ninety-nine times, I had failed, but this was the hundredth. I pulled out a printed divorce agreement, a symbol of my resolve. In response, she snatched my champagne and flung it in my face, hissing, "Have you forgotten what you are? You belong to me." Then, for her audience, she commanded, "Get on your knees, Ethan. Crawl to me. Bark like the dog you are." Soaked, shaking, and utterly broken, I knelt, the marble cold beneath me, and whimpered, "Woof." That night, locked in my studio, the phone rang: my father was dying. I pounded on the door, screaming, "Vanessa! Let me out! He's dying!" Her reply, cynical and cold, echoed through the wood, "Another trick? It's pathetic." She left me there, and a primal fury ignited. I smashed the window, cut myself on the glass, and fashioned a rope from canvas. I barely made it down, landing hard and breaking my ankle, but I crawled through hedges, alarms blaring. On the street, a sleek black sedan pulled up. A woman, Sarah Jenkins, offered, "You look like you're in trouble." I gasped, "I need to get to the hospital. My father..." "Get in," she said, her voice calm and steady. At the emergency room, I heard it: "Mr. Miller... just passed a few minutes ago." My father was gone. The chain was broken. A strange, terrifying sense of freedom washed over me, a feeling of nothing left to lose. I clutched Sarah's card, a lifeline in my hand, and whispered, "I'm so, so tired of fighting."/1/103240/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1455e8633469b2678f66b03dc0ff11e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After A One-Night Stand with the Billionaire
After getting drunk at a wedding party, Maya had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. Well divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me-not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. "Holding hands? Dream on." After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Charles Darwin?" "Shame? What is shame?"/0/81026/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c24fefeec61fb32eed08e0ebd5da560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Husband's Payback
My wife, a radiant pop star, stood on stage next to her indie darling, River Stone. I was in the front row, proud of her success, despite our marriage being a secret. Then the words echoed through the arena, crushing my chest: "We're expecting a baby." My world imploded. I confronted her backstage, my voice shaking, but her eyes were cold, a stranger's. "It's for River's career, Ethan. Just for show." A brutal, casual lie. Devastation consumed me, a physical blow. In my rage and pain, I leaked our secret marriage certificate. Her career imploded. River couldn't handle the hate and died. But Sera blamed me for everything. For River. For her ruined kingdom. Her revenge was absolute: the fire. My mom, my dad, Chloe, my little sister. The heat, the smoke, then nothing. My first life ended in flames, my family gone, all because of her betrayal and my desperate act. Why did she betray me with such cold calculation? Why did she value image and another man's fleeting dream over our seven years, over our vows, over our very lives? The injustice burned, the pain of losing them all was unbearable. I couldn't fathom how someone I loved could be so monstrous, so casually cruel. Then, I woke up. Sunlight streamed through the window. My phone buzzed: "Zenith Music Awards - 7 PM." Today. The day they died. But I was alive. I knew what was coming. This time, I wouldn't just survive. This time, I'd make them pay./0/19077/coverorgin.jpg?v=68bbdc1516083f44744edaa20a3d7071&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets and Lies series
Lying and holding secrets comes to us naturally, as natural as breathing and looking on either side of the road before crossing. We all do it to protect ourselves because sometimes the truth can hurt us. Some are harmless little white lies, but some secrets hide horrible things. Those lies will always come haunting those who seek to keep their lips sealed. Follow Caroline, Charlotte, Chloe, and Caleb's journey, as their life is turned upside down as they fight to keep their lips sealed about the murder they accidentally committed. Everyone keeps secrets. Everyone lies. You better make sure no one saw what you've done before making up your lies because all it takes is one person with the truth on their lips for your life to be destroyed. ...... "Blood." Caroline stuttered, seeing the blood flowing from her head. Charlotte looked at the steel bat in total shock, a few drops of blood dropped on the ground. " I had to save you," Charlotte explained, looking at Caroline. " I know. Is she breathing?" Care walked closer, holding her injured arm. " I will check," Caleb volunteered. He put his hands over her nose to feel for her breathing. " No, no, no," Caleb repeated in fear. She's dead/1/113565/coverorgin.jpg?v=22e84f4c4b8b9805e4a01d4157d0a2f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Captain's Secretly Pampered Star
Aries Mathis stared at the glowing projector screen, his blood running completely cold. For two years, he thought his mentor and former captain, Elias Beck, had simply left for a massive signing bonus in Europe. But the financial report in front of him revealed a much sicker truth. Elias had secretly sold Aries' contract to the highest bidder, packaging his own prodigy up like a commodity to line his pockets before abandoning him. Now, Elias was back in North America, building a new esports empire from scratch. The betrayal crushed Aries, turning his devastation into a blinding, toxic rage. He spiraled into a self-destructive frenzy, publicly executing Elias's new players in official matches, terrorizing them until their hands physically shook. He hated Elias with every fiber of his being, yet the gaping hole in his chest screamed with agonizing confusion. Why did the man who once saved him from the streets throw him away like a stray dog? Driven to the edge, Aries cornered Elias at a VIP club, lining up ten shot glasses on a table. "One is pure, high-proof whiskey. The rest are iced tea." Aries sneered, knowing Elias had a severe stomach ulcer that could put him in the hospital. "Pick the whiskey, and I sign with your new team for free." Elias looked at Aries' broken eyes, reached out, and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. There was no burn. All ten glasses were sweet iced tea. As Aries fled the club in a blind panic, Elias smiled, pulling out his phone to text his lawyer. "Liquidate my personal portfolio. I am bringing him home."/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./1/104961/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a48e61b5ae5f1b1e1b481cb7d8b4efe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession
I went to The Ivy to return a box of scripts and hoodies, hoping to finally bury my past with movie star Harrison Knox. I just wanted to be a good wife to Julian Sterling and keep my family’s business merger intact. But Harrison had other plans. He staged a paparazzi ambush, pulling me into a fake embrace just as the cameras flashed. By the time I got home to our Bel Air estate, the headline "Harrison Knox Heartbroken? Tearful Reunion with Serena Vance" was already trending worldwide. The fallout was brutal. My father called, roaring that the stock was in freefall and threatening to stop my mother’s medical payments if I didn't keep Julian happy. My movie funding was pulled, leaving me to pawn my Birkin bags just to pay my staff. Even worse, Julian’s cold indifference turned into a sharp, quiet rage. He heard me tell a friend that our marriage felt like a transaction, and his response was to toss a black Centurion card at my feet like I was something he’d bought at an auction. I was trapped between a narcissist who wanted to use my trauma for his next script and a father who saw me as nothing but a bargaining chip. Even Julian, the man who secretly bought my movie rights through a shell company to protect me, believed I was still screaming my ex's name in my sleep. When my family finally demanded I lie and accuse Julian of domestic abuse to secure a settlement, I realized I had nothing left to lose. I walked away from the Vance name, deleted every memory of Harrison, and stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean ready to let the tide take me. But Julian didn't come for a divorce. He found me in the dark, his coat heavy on my shoulders and his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "There is no divorce in the Sterling family," he whispered against my ear. "There is only widowhood. You are mine, Serena, until one of us is in the ground."/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?/1/100268/coverorgin.jpg?v=577a18e346bda5cadbe958f3c7a0ed7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbroken By My Deceitful Savior, Healed By My Arranged Groom
Born into privilege, Cassie grew up shielded and adored, the pampered daughter of a powerful family-until she bolted from an arranged wedding and married her so-called savior, Jordy. For two years she hustled for his dreams, looked after his dying mother, and traded silk gowns for cheap aprons, only to be rewarded with lies, cheating, and cruel humiliation. After their divorce, she rose as a blazing star in business and love, turning heads wherever she went-just in time for her discarded ex-fiancé to reappear. "When you ran from our wedding, Cassie, did you ever see this coming?"/0/38632/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d1081c95cddeb3873b87013222b8f28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets Of His Amazing Ex-wife
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" The first thing Brenda did after divorcing Miguel was to seduce his arch-rival and become his fiancée. Brenda rubbed her new relationship in her ex-husband's face. She made sure to get on his nerves because of how he treated her while they were married. Miguel couldn't catch a break from her constant taunting. While she came at him for everything he got, her secret identities were exposed one after the other. She's the world's most famous pianist? The well-known Designer Elan? And also the mysterious investor? How can one person be so excellent? Unbelievable! Miguel was shocked to the bone to find out that he didn't know all these about her before now. Brenda wasn't a leech like he always thought. She was his dream woman. Could he get her back? Unbeknown to Miguel, another shocker was waiting for him.../0/85876/coverorgin.jpg?v=3aa912d3e257cbbcfc78e391785e390d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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