Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Divorce Denied: Aloof CEO Won't Let Me Go
Everyone was waiting eagerly for Rhett to divorce Jillian, so he could reunite with his childhood sweetheart. But when he finally called for a press conference, it wasn't to announce his divorce, but to proudly introduce his newborn child to the public. "There have been rumors that my wife and I are separating. I’m here to clear things up, once and for all. We are happy and in love, and have recently been blessed with our little angel."/0/65282/coverorgin.jpg?v=513f43e8f6163cc416a9e7c20cd3248e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife's countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. "Let's get married again."/0/79709/coverorgin.jpg?v=dae65ff2a079e79f65a9f29a2bfab3dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Died and Lived Again
Ava Rodriguez clawed for breath, her chest a suffocating vise. Her six-year-old, Leo, watched, his face pale with terror. Anaphylactic shock. Rapidly worsening. She choked out her husband Mark's name, begging him to call 911. “Mommy can't breathe!" Leo cried into the phone. But Mark, busy "networking" with his mistress Chloe, dismissed it casually as a "panic attack." Minutes later, he called back: the ambulance he'd supposedly called for Ava was now diverted to Chloe, who had only "tripped" and twisted her ankle. Ava’s world fractured. Leo, a hero in his small heart, raced out for help, only to be hit by a car. A sickening thud. She watched, a ghost in her own tragedy, as paramedics covered his small, broken body. Her son was gone, because Mark chose Chloe. Devastation. Horror. Guilt. The image of Leo haunted her, a searing brand. How could a father, a husband, be so monstrously selfish? A bitter, consuming regret clawed at her soul. Chloe. Always Chloe. Then, Ava’s eyes snapped open. She was on her living room floor. Leo, alive and well, ran in. It was a terrifying, impossible second chance. That catastrophic future would not happen. She would reclaim her life, protect her son, and make them pay./0/88568/coverorgin.jpg?v=da70b0f9321a2f867ffa3385ef31caf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Refused to Get Back Together with the Guy She Loved
Lanny experienced his first overwhelming desire; in a haze, he ended up in bed with Belen. Over the next three years, though he never confessed his feelings, he became intensely obsessed with her body. Belen believed that with time she could win his heart, but instead received the news of him dating the other girl. "I've been pursuing her for a long time, and she finally agreed to be my girlfriend," Lanny said, looking into her eyes. "Let's not keep in touch anymore." Belen granted his wish and disappeared completely. But Lanny regretted his decision, desperately searching the world for her. He knelt before her in abject humility and pleaded, "Belen, come back to me, please?"/1/124963/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9eed0d156ff29d273e7ce590d4133b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress Deals With The Devil
Alyssa Kirk was supposed to be the luckiest girl in New York, blessed with a massive inheritance and a devoted fiancé. That illusion shattered when she overheard her uncle and fiancé whispering behind a closed study door. "Once she marries Eddie, the shares are secure. Then the life insurance kicks in. A little accident... it's for the best." Her own family was plotting her murder. To make matters worse, she soon discovered her perfect fiancé was secretly having a passionate affair with her cousin. Her entire life was a trap, and her guardians were just greedy vultures waiting to build their fortune on her grave. When they sensed her pulling away, they even hired private investigators to snap compromising photos, attempting to publicly shame and control her. A chilling despair consumed her. How could the people who raised her for fourteen years be so monstrous? She was completely isolated, a lamb surrounded by wolves with nowhere to run. But Alyssa refused to be quietly slaughtered. If she needed a monster to fight off the wolves, she would find the strongest one of all. She walked straight to Ayaan Carter—the most ruthless, powerful, and supposedly infertile billionaire in the city—and slid a medical file across his desk. "I need absolute protection, and you need an impossible heir. Let's make a deal."/1/108149/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac32d64cfe065791dd0774ecc4fc844d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn as the Villain's Wife
I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent. This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance. My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral. The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world. Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming. But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy. "I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral." The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match./0/76390/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef53bd18849670370ea677dd4cfed391&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered./1/113109/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fed4dd05116e0950b94ed32591e7283&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Three Months Gone, Everything Changed
Elena Vance comes home from a three-month assignment in Berlin to find the locks unchanged but her entire life replaced. The Queen Anne townhouse she bought with her own savings now smells of baby powder and another woman's vanilla perfume. In her guest room, a stranger named Misty rocks a newborn wrapped in a blanket Elena's grandmother crocheted. "They said you were divorced," Misty whispers, genuinely bewildered. "Nathan told me this was our home now." Nathan—the husband who encouraged Elena to take the European project. The man who swore he'd "hold down the fort." While she was sleeping in Berlin hotel rooms and closing multimillion-dollar deals, he was moving his pregnant mistress into the house she paid for, filing fraudulent paperwork to add Misty's name to the deed, and draining their joint accounts to fund his secret family. But Nathan has made a catastrophic miscalculation. He expects tears, hysterics, a wife too shattered to fight back. Instead, Elena checks into a hotel, hires a forensic accountant, and starts recording every conversation. She doesn't want revenge—she wants a reckoning. In front of his entire family. And when the paternity test comes back, revealing a truth even Nathan didn't see coming, Elena is already gone. She's building a new life with a venture capitalist who actually deserves her. Nathan is left with nothing but a basement apartment, a ruined reputation, and the slow, excruciating realization that he destroyed the only real thing he ever had. Now he's the one watching her through a rain-streaked window, knowing she'll never look back./1/116472/coverorgin.jpg?v=47aa59f8475cfd53316307f4f5031668&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lethal Villainess: Now I'm Their Doom
Evelina gave the Brooks family everything, only to be bled dry and sent to prison for the real heiress's crime. Then a stranger laid the truth before her. She had never been the servant's daughter, and the Brooks family had known all along. Sixteen years of deception. Three years behind bars. It had all been one cruel joke. In a firm voice, she offered herself as his blade-but only as his equal. Once free, she came for every debt. The scheming heiress begged. The Brooks couple fell to their knees. Yet the dangerous man who claimed he only wanted to play kept shielding her instead. "You're mine," he declared, wiping blood from her hand. "And I protect what's mine."/0/60520/coverorgin.jpg?v=a057ab8a8687139d12c90b9d583b8e02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."/0/98086/coverorgin.jpg?v=74d7dddff985e8321b6da7bc2b2ea411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family iPad's Hidden Secret
A suggestive iMessage on the family iPad was the first crack in my perfect life. I thought my teenage son was in trouble, but anonymous Reddit users pointed out the chilling truth. The message wasn't for him. It was for my husband of twenty years, Anthony. The betrayal became a conspiracy when I overheard them talking. They were laughing about his affair with my son's "cool" school counselor. "She's just so... boring, Dad," my son said. "Why don't you just leave Mom and be with her?" My son didn't just know; he was rooting for my replacement. My perfect family was a lie, and I was the punchline. Then, a message from a lawyer on Reddit lit a fire in the wreckage of my heart. "Gather proof. Then burn his entire world to the ground." My fingers were steady as I typed back. "Tell me how."/1/125402/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1845ffa122c6e6e8ac09ad9dbef5a87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mistaken Night: I'm Carrying My Ex‑Fiancé's Uncle's Baby
After her boyfriend of seven years abandoned her, Nicole pursued his fiancée's powerful uncle. "Marry me, doctor. You can examine me whenever you want," she teased. He rejected her without hesitation, and every attempt to seduce him earned a cold refusal. Eventually, she gave up and agreed to marry someone else. But on her wedding day, the aloof doctor stormed into her dressing room, furious that she'd chosen another man. "You rejected me first. Am I not allowed to marry someone else?" The man's eyes blazed with fury. "Fine. You want me to examine you? Let's do it right now." Everyone claimed Nicole'd married beyond her reach, but only he knew how much pride he'd sacrificed to win her love. That night, his hands found her waist and held on tight, his lips finding hers over and over, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of her./1/117492/coverorgin.jpg?v=5de6e0d13c75f7021f0e0d4377e55f87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Heiress And Her Billionaire Patient
After two years of being missing, Scarlett Sinclair returned to her wealthy family's estate in a beat-up cab. But instead of a tearful reunion, her biological mother stood in the foyer, glaring at her with cold fury. "I thought you'd died in some ditch." Her mother sneered, turning to lovingly hold the hand of the adopted daughter, Ashley. During dinner, her mother relentlessly mocked Scarlett's manners and disastrous past grades. Ashley played the sweet sister while secretly waiting for Scarlett to humiliate herself. They all thought Scarlett was a worthless disappointment who had come crawling back because she had nothing. They had absolutely no idea who she really was. How could they know that in those missing years, Scarlett had become the legendary "Miss M" and "The Surgeon"? While her family fought over petty allowances, she was controlling a life-saving serum coveted by Wall Street titans and treating dying billionaires. The disconnect was so vast it was comical. Why would she care about the approval of a family that treated her like garbage? So, when her perfect-score acceptance letter to the country's most elite academy arrived and shattered their illusions, Scarlett didn't stay. "I'm moving out." Ignoring her mother's hysterical threats to cut her off financially, Scarlett packed her single bag and walked out to her own luxury penthouse. The ties were severed, and her real life was just beginning./1/111114/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0bee29d0cdd7ea0f2b6a47e8fece257&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Reborn Heart
In my previous life, I poured my family's savings into Diego Torres. He was a scholarship student I mistook for a tech prodigy, and I helped him become a billionaire. His way of thanking me was conspiring with his first love, Kiana, to kill me in an explosion. My mistake cost me everything. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the campus cafe, years before my murder. There was still time to fix every mistake. Diego sat across from me, demanding a thirty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance for Kiana, or else he would refuse my funding. In that instant, I knew he had been reborn too./0/80645/coverorgin.jpg?v=410173822b60b72d457ff2ae22a4274b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Born For Starlight: The Mysterious Wife Who Stole My Heart
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"/1/105384/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd4e5dccb29b9b693cef400c2a0084ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Blood Bag To Billionaire Queen
For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife to Bart Brown. On our third anniversary, I stood in the kitchen for four hours, preparing his favorite meal with imported truffles, only to receive a cold text command. "Crysta fainted again. Get to the hospital. Now." My rare Rh-negative blood was the only thing the Brown family valued. Bart didn't want a wife; he wanted a walking blood bank for his "sick" best friend, Crysta. While I was fainting from chronic anemia, Crysta was smirking in her hospital bed, clutching Bart's hand and mocking my "peasant" lifestyle. Even his mother treated me like a servant, demanding I vacuum the floors after I'd already offered my veins for the hundredth time. When I finally reached my breaking point and signed the divorce papers, they didn't let me go quietly. They filed a false police report, accusing me of stealing a multi-million dollar diamond necklace just to watch me crawl. I didn't understand how a family could be so heartless. I had cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and literally bled for them, yet they were determined to ruin my life the moment I stopped being useful. Did they really think I was a nobody with nowhere to go? Standing outside the hospital with a bruised wrist and nothing to my name, I didn't cry. I simply took off my cheap wedding ring and dialed a secure line I hadn't touched since the day I married him. "It's me, Dad," I whispered as a fleet of black Maybachs rounded the corner. "The extraction is a go. I'm coming home."/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?"/0/85731/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa28600b8758c38736d1996cda821bc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: A Wife's Bitter Reckoning
The piercing wail of an ambulance siren was the first thing I heard. I was lying on the living room carpet, the scent of dust and cheap air freshener in my nose. A few feet away, my younger sister, Chloe, clutched an empty bottle of pills, feigning unconsciousness. It was a pathetic performance, but it had destroyed my life once before. This was the day I received my acceptance letter and full scholarship to the nation' s most prestigious art school-the day my life was supposed to begin. Instead, guided by my mother' s frantic sobs and my father' s angry accusations- "Ava, how can you be so selfish? Your sister is trying to kill herself because of you!" -I buckled. My fiancé, Mark, whispered poison: "What' s a scholarship compared to your sister' s life?" I believed them. I gave it all up, watching as my scholarship was transferred to Chloe. The betrayal festered. A month later, I discovered Mark hadn' t failed his exams; he and Chloe had plotted to steal my future. When I confronted them, they locked me in my art studio and set it on fire. I survived, disfigured and broken, only to be forced into a brutal marriage where I eventually died. But now, I was back. Seventeen again. Whole. The future they stole, once again within my grasp. Chloe fluttered her eyelids, a flash of triumph in her eyes as they met mine. This time, the burning rage had cooled into something harder, sharper. They thought this was their victory. They had no idea it was just the beginning of my revenge./0/85394/coverorgin.jpg?v=7947e110daf88cbf003b4545798884a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Betrayal: A Mother's Vow
The memory was a ghost that never left me, a film of a life I had already lived and lost. In that other life, the end was cold and dark: my son, Tom, gave up, worn down by his father Mark' s betrayal and the world turning its back on us. Mark, my husband, the man I' d sacrificed everything for, watched as his wealthy new lover, Jessica, and her son, Kevin, systematically destroyed Tom' s future, stealing his scholarship and publicly humiliating him. When Tom tragically left me alone in a world that had turned its back, Mark was at a gala, accepting an award, uncaring. I drowned in despair, until I woke up, not dead, not grieving, but back. Back to the hospital breakroom, the cold coffee, the smell of cafeteria chili. The day it all started to unravel. This was my chance, a chance I didn' t ask for but would not waste. I tore off my badge, left my hospital shift, and ran ten blocks, the rage fueling my every step. I burst into the high school, just as Mark, the socialite, and her smug son stood there, my Tom nowhere in sight. "Where is my son?" I demanded, my voice raw, ready to set their perfect world on fire. Mark denied everything, calling me "unwell," making me look like the crazy ex-wife. Then, Kevin pushed Tom, and Mark, in front of everyone, coddled Kevin, while my boy bled. He even tried to send us away, telling me to pack our things and disappear. But the final straw was Kevin, burning Tom' s precious family quilt, and Mark, instead of punishing him, blamed me. My son, seeing his father' s utter disregard, declared, "You' re not my father!" And Mark, in a fit of rage, raised his hand to strike Tom. I threw myself in front of my son, taking the brutal slap that echoed the pain of a lifetime of betrayal. I wouldn' t let my son get tired. I would fight. The next morning, I took Tom' s hand, and we marched directly into the lion' s den-General Miller' s office at Fort Connolly Army Base. I knelt, a humiliated-yet-determined mother, begging for help. "My husband is destroying our lives, and we have nowhere else to turn. Please, just give us five minutes of your time." This time, justice would not be denied./0/79035/coverorgin.jpg?v=46cad8489e029631e8427809056743a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
