Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Betrayal, My Unborn Child
The sterile white of the hospital waiting room was a grim backdrop to my sister Jessica' s desperate pleas; her son, Ethan, was dying, and my eight-year-old Lily was the only match for a kidney. I refused, unwilling to risk my daughter' s life, but my husband Mark, seemingly my protector, assured me he' d handle it, his words a comforting balm. The next day, Lily vanished from our secure backyard as if swallowed by thin air, plunging me into a suffocating panic that clawed at my chest. Mark, my supposed rock, mobilized his endless resources, fueling our desperate search with promises of justice. Days blurred into weeks of relentless searching, handing out flyers with Lily' s smiling face, each call a jolt of terrifying, empty hope, until the unspeakable happened: her small, broken body was found in a waste pit on the city' s outskirts. My world imploded, a black hole of grief and confusion, magnified by Mark' s seemingly shared devastation and vows to find the monster responsible, leaving me broken, wondering how such evil could touch our perfect lives. But the monster was closer than I imagined; five months pregnant with our "new hope," I stumbled upon a donor consent form for Lily' s kidney, signed by Mark the day before her disappearance, revealing a chilling truth: my husband orchestrated her death, and my unborn child was merely a spare part in his twisted scheme, igniting a cold fury that would fuel my terrifying path to justice./1/116225/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a2f47d1d43c41cdeba896ee19c05656&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fake Wife Is A Genius Hacker
I was married to the city's celebrated FBI hero, Harrison Phelps. But when I was bleeding out on our floor from a miscarriage, he stepped right over me to attend a welcome-home party for his female partner, Brooke. "It’s not a baby yet. It’s just a clump of cells." He delivered those cold words and walked out the door. Later, during a live-broadcast bank hostage crisis, both Brooke and I were held at gunpoint. The hijackers made him choose one to live. Without hesitation, he chose Brooke, declaring her a "national asset," and left me to take a bullet to the neck. I barely survived the surgery, only to discover that our six-year marriage was a complete sham—he had never even legally filed the paperwork. He had also been intercepting my messages for years, systematically isolating me from my only brother. I had given up my brilliant career to be his obedient wife, only to realize I was nothing but a disposable pawn. Digging deeper, I uncovered an even more horrifying truth: Brooke's incompetence had caused my mother's death years ago, and Harrison had used his power to cover it up. Having narrowly escaped death, my grief was completely burned away by a cold, absolute hatred. I dragged out the sealed, dust-covered case containing my old digital arsenal. Under my old hacker alias "Pandora," I calmly began to dismantle the FBI hero's life, piece by piece./1/102615/coverorgin.jpg?v=36115b21b91c2aeb4fad2a436e4c3cc2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lies, Betrayal, And The Baby I Hid Away
I stepped into our penthouse for my baby shower, caressing my eight-month bump, expecting balloons and laughter. But instead of joy, I found my husband, Michael, cradling a newborn that wasn't ours. Beside him sat his assistant, Serena, looking far too comfortable. Michael looked me dead in the eye, his expression cold and flat, and introduced the infant as his firstborn son. They didn't apologize. Instead, Serena mocked my high-risk pregnancy, calling me a mere "incubator" for the spare heir. When I demanded they leave, Serena shoved me. I hit the floor hard, screaming in agony as pain ripped through my belly. But Michael didn't help me. He stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her, accusing me of being dramatic. He walked out with his new family, leaving me bleeding alone on the nursery floor. Lying in the hospital later, I overheard Michael on the phone. He wasn't worried. He laughed, revealing his plan to use my family's connections for his IPO before divorcing me and taking full custody of my child. He didn't love me. He only wanted the heir. That was the moment the old Olivia died. I knew I had to deny him the only thing he truly wanted. I wiped my tears, touched my stomach where my son was still kicking, and made a decision that would sever us forever. I told my lawyer to deliver a simple message to Michael. "Tell him the baby didn't make it."/1/117633/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ea7bc41efdaac22a82a1778a526fee9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Ex-Husband
Seraphina was locked in a sterile psychiatric facility, treated as a compliant, living blood bag for her husband's mistress, Lila. But today, Lila walked in with a Cartier bracelet and a newspaper, revealing that Slade had orchestrated the complete ruin of Seraphina's family. Slade had used Seraphina's pillow talk to bankrupt her father's company. He tampered with her brother's brakes, framed her other brother for insider trading, and arranged the fatal car crash that killed her mother. Their entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to harvest her rare Rh-negative O-type blood to keep Lila and her unborn baby healthy. When Seraphina lunged at her in agonizing realization, Lila simply smiled and staged a fake attack. She watched helplessly as the nurses rushed in and injected her with a lethal sedative. As her heart monitor flatlined, she stared at the white ceiling, her soul consumed by regret and pure hatred. She had defied her loving family for a monster who slaughtered them all. She vowed to the darkness that if there was any justice, she would strip them of everything and make them beg for a death that would never come. Gasping for air, Seraphina opened her eyes. She was back ten years ago, sitting in a luxury hospital room, right as the nurse approached with a needle for Lila's very first blood donation. This time, she smashed the tray to the floor. "Under federal law, drawing my blood without explicit consent is assault." In this life, she would be the butcher./1/114035/coverorgin.jpg?v=acf62438de5b11edc8ffeacb132197b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Genius Wife's Spectacular Return
After three years of marriage, Kasie's husband forced her to sign a divorce agreement leaving her with nothing. He destroyed her academic career just to protect his adopted sister, Calista, from a lab accident she had caused. Forced to return to her hometown, Kasie found her biological family had also been completely brainwashed by Calista. Her brothers dragged her to a clinic to donate bone marrow for Calista's fake illness. When Kasie struggled, they pushed her down the stairs, breaking her arm, while her ex-husband watched and called her pathetic. They tore up her only job offer. When she was attacked by a drunk in an alley, her own brother drove right past her desperate screams just to answer Calista's phone call. The final blow came when Calista stole Kasie's life's work, published the research as her own, and cried on national television. "My own sister... she was jealous. She tried to claim my research as her own." Penniless, publicly ruined, and evicted by her own brothers, Kasie was thrown out into a mob of angry reporters. She didn't understand why her own flesh and blood treated her like a monster, or why Calista's fake tears were worth more than Kasie's actual life. But as she unlocked the door to a secret apartment she had rented years ago—the one safe haven they didn't know about—the tears finally stopped. She had nothing left to lose, which meant it was time to make them pay./1/115443/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b725cf97c85ae1bfb14c5c78efb19dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blackmailed Into The Ruthless Tycoon's Bed
Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty. But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire. Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner. But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away. Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker. "Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms. She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself./0/81027/coverorgin.jpg?v=1572121ce64e0b869de73072ccaf60f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning
I woke up staring at the familiar water-stained ceiling of my teenage bedroom. My SAT scores and a local community college acceptance letter sat on my desk, marking the day I was supposed to fill out college applications. Just weeks after high school graduation, this was it. Except, it wasn't just a day. It was the day. The starting point of a previous life filled with relentless hunger, brutal beatings, and my family' s chilling neglect. A life that led, eventually, to my agonizing death. I remembered everything: my mother Brenda' s venomous hate, my father David' s chilling indifference, and my brother Kevin' s endless demands. I remembered the pregnancy, my mother's deliberate cruelty, letting me bleed out until it was too late. I died. A loud bang on the door shattered the quiet. "Sarah! Get those damn applications filled out!" Brenda's voice, a dreadful screech, tried to drag me back into the nightmare. The old fear coiled, sharp and cold, but the memory of my death and lost child burned hotter. Not this time. I would not live that life again. Unsteady on my feet, I walked to the door. "I'm not going to community college," I declared, my voice surprisingly steady. "I'm applying to a four-year university. A good one. Far away." This time, I would save myself./1/102459/coverorgin.jpg?v=18837f26674d1271ead63c27c2004d24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Thousand-Day Streak of Lies
For ten years, I believed my long-distance relationship with my architect boyfriend, Griffith, was unbreakable. I was building a successful career, convinced our love was the one constant I could count on. That illusion shattered the day I saw his phone. A thousand-day Snapchat streak wasn't with me. It was with his intern, a girl he called Kallie Sunshine. His apology was a cold, duty-bound marriage proposal, followed by him taking the fall for her career-ending mistake at his firm. In the middle of the chaotic company lobby, as he was sacrificing everything for her, she delivered the final blow. "I'm pregnant with his baby!" she shrieked, a triumphant smirk on her face. "And you're just a bitter old hag who couldn't keep her man!" Ten years of my life, my love, my future-all reduced to a humiliating public spectacle. He chose to protect his "little muse" while I was just collateral damage. I slapped his face, threw the ring at his feet, and walked away. This time, I wasn't just going back to my apartment. I was leaving the country for good./0/56623/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd2a993b2f1b96378143c491a7dbbaf4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Deceived, Disowned, And Suddenly Filthy Rich
"Cast out when the true heiress appeared, Eleanor was shoved back into her birth parents' cramped slum apartment and slapped with a bill for millions. Undaunted, she exposed her hidden identities and vowed to flip their fate. First, she gifted her swindled eldest brother a trillion-dollar conglomerate. Next, she wiped every smear on her canceled actor brother, shoving him to stardom. Then, she defended her youngest brother's design integrity. As wealth and fame piled up, the ""real"" heiress stormed back into her life, stirring chaos. But Eleanor effortlessly climbed to the top of the global wealth rankings. But how could she shake off that relentless, crazed mafia boss who was hot on her trail?!"/1/123891/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7005f14e5c1e74b36d949d3f4fe5acf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold as a Substitute Bride, Claimed by the Ruthless CEO
To pay for my grandmother's medical bills, my stepmother forced me to be a substitute bride for a notorious, ugly old man from the wealthy Holloway family. When I tried to escape, my stepsister deliberately tricked me into entering the wrong hotel suite. Instead of the old man, I stumbled into a hostage situation and was saved by a terrifying, icy billionaire—Branson Holloway, the king of New York. He didn't let me go. Instead, he pinned me down, his cold eyes locked onto a hidden childhood scar on my wrist as if he recognized me. Back home, my stepmother showed me photos of a hired thug standing over my frail grandmother's hospital bed, warning me to obey. I was completely trapped, a pawn in their cruel game. Then, Branson unexpectedly demanded that I attend his birthday banquet as his personal date. Insanely jealous, my stepmother and stepsister conspired to drug my wine at dinner, hoping to ruin me so my stepsister could take my place in Branson's bed. I didn't understand why this dangerous, powerful man was suddenly so fixated on me. Why did he know about my secret scar? What did he want from a pawn like me? I secretly swapped the drugged glasses, watching my stepsister make a complete fool of herself. But my small victory vanished when Branson cornered me in a private study, declaring that the marriage deal had changed. He wasn't just a powerful stranger; he was my new groom. Trapped beside him in a dark, empty movie theater later that night, I slowly pulled out my phone, ready to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse to escape the devil himself./0/80871/coverorgin.jpg?v=b64a675cb5720f00231fa9c0840be423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man They Underpaid
Alex Miller had dedicated eight years to Sterling Creative Solutions. Eight years of pouring his talent into the agency, faithfully earning a modest three thousand dollars a month. He was the bedrock, making campaigns work, building client trust. All he wanted was a fair raise. His boss, Vicky, always dismissed his requests, claiming the market was "terrible." Then, a job ad blindsided him: Sterling Creative was hiring a "Creative Intern" for $30,000 a month – ten times his salary. A week later, Vicky’s smirking nephew, Bryce, arrived to claim that role… and Alex’s very own desk. Alex found himself exiled to a hot, noisy corner by the server room, ordered to "train his replacement." The humiliation was constant. Bryce was incompetent, botching client calls, yet Vicky doted on him, even promoting him to "Lead Strategist" after just two weeks. When Bryce infuriated their biggest client, Vicky snapped at Alex: "This is *your* responsibility." For his eight years of loyal service, Alex received a single, insulting hundred-dollar bill. The knot in his stomach tightened into a vise. Eight years of dedication, now reduced to training an overpaid, talentless nepo-baby. Every day was a fresh assault on his dignity. But it was Vicky’s final, bizarre, and venomous accusation – implying he'd "mooned over her" – that snapped something inside him. The misplaced loyalty, the years of swallowing pride, shattered. "I quit," he declared, the words quiet but firm. He didn't look back. But how does a man rebuild his professional life when his foundation has been so cruelly undermined, and his reputation potentially tainted?/1/103398/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fbd8eb90c6e08ff01274b05cf52ea21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress's Scars: A Vengeful Return
A week before my wedding to my childhood sweetheart, Derek, I was kidnapped. I was a wealthy heiress, and the ransom was set at $80 million. But Derek refused to pay. Instead, he and his assistant, Krystal, used the money to launch their business empire. While they cut ribbons at galas, I was brutally tortured for fifteen days. When I finally escaped, I stumbled upon their charity event, naked and broken. He pushed me away, furious that I had ruined his public image. He then used a secret DNA test to turn my family against me, had me committed to a psychiatric hospital, and left me there to rot for three years. He built his success on my ashes, leaving me with nothing but scars and a broken mind. Now, after years of healing, I've found peace with my adopted daughter, Lily. But he's back, begging for forgiveness. He doesn't know the torture left me infertile, and he has no idea what I'm willing to do to protect the only family I have left./0/85095/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ca39d09bcc88cd8d4ed56e2dd798191&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Art of Torment: A Captive's Defiance
The cold, sharp edges of the resin necklace dug into my skin, a constant, physical reminder of Alexander Vance' s twisted grasp. Just hours ago, I, Scarlett Hayes, had almost tasted freedom, only to be dragged back to this gilded cage. He didn't yell, he never did, not at first; his silence was always more terrifying than any scream. "Why do you keep trying to leave?" he would ask, his voice a smooth vibration that set my teeth on edge, entirely oblivious to the torment he inflicted. I longed to tell him that his control was suffocating, or that the fractured pieces of my destroyed art embedded in the necklace were a constant agony. Instead, I met his gaze with a defiant chin, "Maybe I like the exercise." But Alexander Vance was never fooled, not the man who saw me only as a broken bird to be possessed. My wrist still carried the faint scar from the day he broke my drawing hand, a brutal lesson in his twisted love. "Don' t lie to me," he whispered, his thumb pressing down on the mark, "You met with someone. You think there' s a single breath you take in this city that I' m not aware of?" The accusation hung thick and suffocating; he was right – I met Marcus Thorne, his rival, my only hope for escape. But what if my hope was just another cage? What if the man I thought was my savior was just as monstrous and possessive as my captor, seeing me not as a person, but as a prize to be won? The question gnawed at me with chilling certainty, just weeks before Alexander' s grand "Aion Project" launch, a monument built on the ruin of my family' s dreams. This elaborate trap, this calculated play for freedom, was not just about survival anymore. It was about discovering how deep the treachery went./1/106214/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b1aac86e39d8e5fd7ced44118405277&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Killed Our Unborn Baby to Save his Beloved Woman
Three years after Theo Hayes and I got married, I finally conceived his baby. Yet, around Valentine's Day, he personally performed an abortion on me. With reddened eyes, he told me that my heart couldn't withstand the burden of pregnancy. I was consumed with guilt and felt my body was not good enough and disappointed in Theo's deep love for me. Behind a curtain, Theo was washing the blood from his hands. "Theo, actually, if Dolores's current health is meticulously nurtured, there's a chance she could give birth to the baby. Why did you insist on..." "I need the umbilical cord blood," Theo said coldly. "Teresa's condition requires a stem cell transplant from newborn umbilical cord blood. Dolores's child is the best source, but a full-term delivery is too slow. Teresa can't wait so long. So... I expedited the fetus's growth and induced labor at five months. Although the baby won't survive, the cord blood can be used. Dolores wasn't going to live long anyway. It will be her final contribution to the Powell family that we used her baby to save Teresa. Don't let Dolores know I expedited the fetus and induced it. Just tell her it was a stillbirth." Dolores closed her eyes in despair, and tears streamed uncontrollably. Her husband, Theo, killed their baby and even drained the last value from it. He just used the baby's umbilical cord blood to save Soren Powell, my half-sister./1/111533/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fca712b79838a2da7d2b598e946673e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Forgot Me, I Married His Brother
After three agonizing months, I finally found my fiancé, Barnett Spencer, at a gala at The Plaza. He had vanished without a trace, and I was on the verge of losing my mind. But when I saw him on stage, my blood turned to ice. He had a strange woman tucked into his arm, and a lawyer announced that a recent accident had erased the last six years of his memory-our entire relationship. In front of a sea of reporters, Barnett looked right through me with freezing hostility. "Miss, you have the wrong person." He then declared that the woman beside him, Joslyn, was not only the person who saved his life but also his new, legal wife. The news hit me like a physical blow, and the camera flashes swallowed me whole as reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking how it felt to be publicly dumped. The man I had loved for six years had turned me into a national joke, a delusional stranger trying to cling to his wealth. That night, as I was drowning my humiliation in a martini, his ruthless younger brother, Dixon, found me. He slid a marriage contract across the bar. "Marry me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want his shares. You want his pain. We both get what we want." Fueled by alcohol and a burning need for revenge, I grabbed his pen and signed my name. I was no longer the abandoned fiancée. I was about to become my ex's worst nightmare: his new sister-in-law./1/126551/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef1f560bef5b09eb7d1ee906ab7726c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Him, Claimed By His Brother
Kyra was seven months pregnant when she realized her perfect marriage was a carefully constructed lie. As a therapist, she had been counseling an anonymous client who constantly boasted about her wealthy lover and their secret newborn son. It turned out, the lover was Kyra's endlessly devoted husband, Kieran, and the client was his ex-girlfriend. While Kieran claimed to be working late to secure a better future for their baby, he was actually at the hospital NICU, tenderly caring for his illegitimate child. He even packaged his secret business merger with his mistress's family as a loving "gift" for Kyra. Trapped by his flawless lies and lacking concrete proof, Kyra was forced to play the blind, understanding wife, all while enduring her aristocratic mother-in-law's calculated humiliations. She couldn't understand how the man who had built a flawless five-year marriage could be so monstrously deceitful. She was completely isolated in a powerful family that viewed her as disposable. How was she supposed to protect her unborn child when her entire reality was a suffocating trap? That was until a tense family gathering, where her mother-in-law forced her to act as a servant and deliver tea to Kieran's terrifying, legendary adoptive brother, Easton Cain. Standing in the dark garden, Kyra accidentally overheard the ruthless billionaire coldly ordering someone's legs broken. The teacup shattered on the stone floor, and as she looked up in terror, Easton's predatory gaze locked directly onto hers./1/112941/coverorgin.jpg?v=17e08b95be9e3ce8d142323bd5bd8373&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Who Erased Her Billionaire Ex
For three years, I lived in the shadow of Axel Carroll, playing the part of the devoted girlfriend while serving as his high-end errand runner. I thought we were building a life together, but tonight, the truth hit me with the force of a wrecking ball. I showed up at his private club, soaking wet and clutching the suit he’d demanded I deliver, only to find him lounging with the woman he truly wanted. As he draped his arms around the new heiress, he looked at me not with love, but with the cold, bored irritation one reserves for a fly buzzing around the dinner table. He didn't even apologize. Instead, he signaled for his friend to call security and told me he was "done" with his little charity project. He offered me a payoff, expecting me to fall to my knees in tears, begging for a scrap of the affection I’d spent years trying to earn. Everyone in that room—his sycophantic friends and his new lover—waited for the show, waiting for the pauper to break down in front of the prince. I stood there, feeling the iron cage I’d built around my own heart finally click open. I didn't feel the sting of humiliation or the heat of anger; I just felt incredibly, painfully stupid for ever believing a man who only understood transactions could ever understand love. I didn't give them the tragedy they wanted. I walked out, erased every trace of him from my life, and realized that while he thought he was holding all the cards, I had been holding the lens. I had spent three years capturing the rot behind his golden life, and it was finally time to show the world the truth./0/23772/coverorgin.jpg?v=85604601430b1735a6eda244f88a266f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Law and justice
Formerly known as law and order Book 2 of the past series Mecianda; A country ruled by the rich and powerful elite called the six feathers. Their preys we're the weak and poor, nobody could question them because they held more power than the president of the country but............ Someone decided to bring them to justice. Jeremy Akinsola, a renowned lawyer, who had a tragic event in the past came back to mecianda after twenty years to find and get his revenge on the killer of his family. But, he did not expect to meet a lawless and injustice country. Along the line, he met Lara Johnson, a detective who believes in justice and order for the weak. Jeremy fought to find justice for those who had been involved with the feathers. Alongside his trusted friend and bodyguard Yomi, Lisa his assistant, Mary a reporter, and James a criminalistic and Others who wanted justice for those who had been wronged. It wasn't going to be an easy task but there was nothing bad if they tried. Will they succeed? Will they bring law and order to the country? What would happen to the six feathers? Find out in this story. A thriller and action story. Let go catch some bad guys😹😹/1/104963/coverorgin.jpg?v=eadc210d5b6541dc891b6638a6a3bcb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
