Modern Books for Women
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The Unwanted Husband's Comeback
Our startup, Veridian Capital, was supposed to be our shared dream-Sarah's and mine. I poured my life, my family's money, everything into it, even as a mysterious, chronic fatigue consumed me. Tonight, at the annual gala, Sarah, now CEO, was radiant. Then, on stage, she didn't just announce a new strategic business partner. Her voice, filled with sickening pride, declared they were expecting a child. With him. My blood ran cold as the room erupted in whispers. She looked at me, the man she' d called her husband, and spat, "This is your fault! Your debilitating negativity! Your lack of vitality!" After I demanded a divorce, her new "partner," a supposed Italian Count, brutally attacked me in our apartment, leaving me broken and bleeding. I lay there, ribs cracked, utterly bewildered. But the true horror hit harder than any fist: My sister, a tough US Attorney, later confirmed that my mysterious illness – the very fatigue Sarah used to justify her betrayal – wasn't natural. It was a slow-acting poison, meticulously administered over two years. By Sarah. The woman I loved, the partner I built everything with, had systematically poisoned me to take my company, my life, and replace me. And now, she was about to learn that Michael Holloway, once discarded and broken, was finally free. And I was coming for everything she held dear./1/105857/coverorgin.jpg?v=50f4f2103cf2105fa35edc2518a96888&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire
I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it-she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother's trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent-or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father's entire empire./0/51508/coverorgin.jpg?v=4926c811a130a48cb3740b2fd67ab90f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO
"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning.../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./0/94198/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106214301&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Sins, My Heart's Revenge
My marriage was perfect. I was pregnant with our first child, and my husband, Andre, worshipped the ground I walked on. Or so I thought. The dream shattered when he whispered another woman's name against my skin in the dark. It was Kaliyah, the young associate from my firm whom I had personally mentored. He swore it was a mistake, but his lies spiraled as Kaliyah's schemes grew more vicious. He drugged me, locked me in my studio, and caused a fall that sent me to the hospital. But his ultimate betrayal came after Kaliyah staged a fake car accident and blamed me. Andre dragged me out of my car by my hair and slapped me across the face. He then forced a nurse to take my blood for his mistress-a transfusion she didn't even need. He held me down as I began to hemorrhage, leaving me to die while he rushed to her side. He sacrificed our child, who now suffers from irreversible brain damage because of his choice. The man I loved was gone, replaced by a monster who left me for dead. Lying in that hospital bed, I made two calls. The first was to my lawyer. "Activate the infidelity clause in our prenup. I want him left with nothing." The second was to Jude Gates, the man who had loved me silently for ten years. "Jude," I said, my voice cold as ice. "I need your help to destroy my husband."/1/109685/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7e47fb1896ac808a5a6123946b175ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her, I Chose Us
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago. That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea. I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive. When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything. "If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you." He didn't know my secret. After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again./0/98410/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260109140448&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ugly Bride, Ruthless Groom: The Ultimate Power Couple
Caitlin married Shawn, a man rumored to be both violent and terminally ill, just to reclaim her late mother's belongings. Their union was the talk of the town-everyone mocked the "ugly woman" and the "dying madman," convinced the marriage was doomed from the start. But after their wedding, Caitlin shocked the elite: she was a brilliant architect, legendary healer, and even secretly ruled the underworld. As the world watched, Shawn's brutal image softened. During a global live-streamed wedding, he knelt and declared, "Caitlin, you are the light in my life!"/1/114279/coverorgin.jpg?v=99e441d4d2023648623281ac8c7ddaab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Penniless: The Billionaire's Secret Heir
On their seventh wedding anniversary, Kiley's billionaire husband, Aden, slid a thick stack of papers across the restaurant table. It was a petition for divorce. He was leaving her for his college sweetheart. Thanks to a ruthless prenup, Kiley was being thrown out with absolutely nothing. That very night, their young son Jules was rushed to the ER, bleeding profusely. The doctor's diagnosis was a death sentence: acute leukemia. When Kiley frantically called Aden for help, he dismissed the emergency as a simple nosebleed. "I'm not paying for this. Deal with it," Aden sneered, the sound of his mistress giggling in the background. To force Kiley to sign the divorce papers, Aden froze all her credit cards and canceled their son's health insurance. He refused to pay a single cent for the chemotherapy. Even Kiley's adoptive parents sided with the wealthy Aden, calling her a burden and telling her to stop fighting him. Driven to the brink of despair, with a dying child and no money, Kiley didn't understand how a father could be so monstrous to his own flesh and blood. Until a news article on a friend's phone caught her eye. It featured a fallen 9/11 firefighter hero from the ultra-wealthy Whitfield family. The man in the photo looked exactly like Jules, down to the very bone structure. Kiley's mind raced back to the fertility clinic and the anonymous sperm donor. Could this dead billionaire hero be her son's biological father? Looking at her sleeping, fragile boy, Kiley wiped her tears and crushed the divorce papers in her hand. She was going to find the Whitfield family, save her son, and make Aden lose everything he held dear./1/110552/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260601202105&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./0/71046/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250331145333&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SHE'S VIKTOR ROMANOV'S.
Anya Petrova has always lived life her way-strong, fearless, and in control. But when she's bought by Viktor Romanov, the most dangerous man in Moscow, everything changes. He says he owns her now, but Anya has never been one to bow to anyone. Viktor wants more than her obedience-he wants her to give in to him completely. But Anya is not the kind of woman to back down, and the tension between them is as dangerous as it is irresistible. Viktor is used to getting his way, and Anya's defiance only makes him want her more. But she's not someone he can easily control. The more she fights, the deeper Viktor falls, and soon, what started as a battle for power becomes something much more dangerous. But Viktor doesn't know everything-Anya has secrets even more dangerous than his own. As desire clashes with control, they're drawn into a world of secrets, betrayal, and a passion they can't deny. But with enemies everywhere, trusting each other might be the most dangerous risk of all. Warning: Mature content, blood, fights, and explosions./1/118358/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2abe3850eae324ffa3d40b4ac815d3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reborn Heiress's Vow Of Vengeance
The clerk handed me the pen to sign my marriage certificate. But as the gold nib hovered over the paper, a brutal reality tore through my mind. I remembered how my life ended. My perfect fiancé, Blaine, and my best friend, Jazmin, had murdered me. In a cold hospital room, Blaine's hands—the same ones now resting on my back—had twisted my ventilator tube, suffocating me. Jazmin had stood beside him, smiling like a razor cut, mocking how much I loved him. They were just waiting for me to die so they could swallow my family's three hundred million dollar fortune and steal the tech company I built from scratch. I had adored him for three years, only to die with my lungs burning and my vision fading to black, betrayed by the two people I trusted most. Why was I so blind to their greed? Opening my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital bed. I was back at City Hall, and Blaine was looking at me with that perfectly loving, fake smile. I dropped the pen and knocked my chair over. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, fleeing into the Manhattan traffic. When a billionaire's luxury car hit me on the street, I didn't panic. I saw my perfect alibi. Lying in the VIP hospital ward, surrounded by my powerful family, I looked at Blaine's desperate face and put on the performance of a lifetime. "I don't know you," I whispered, shrinking away in fake terror. In my last life, I was their prey. This time, playing the amnesiac victim, I am going to destroy them./1/120269/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260615151854&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret
For years, I lived as the meek, invisible orphan taken in by the wealthy Sterling family. But on the night of our class trip, my "sister" Ivy handed me a spiked glass of champagne. I woke up in a hotel bed, paralyzed by drugs, with a greasy man unbuckling his belt and a mob of reporters waiting just outside the door. In my past life, this was the night my reputation was completely destroyed. I was publicly ruined, cast aside by my fiancé Chase, and eventually pushed off a high-rise balcony. As I fell to my death, I learned the horrifying truth. The Sterlings had only kept me around to embezzle my massive inheritance. And my only value to Chase was acting as a living blood bank for his sick true love, Blair. They lived in my house, spent my parents' money, and called it charity. They thought I was just a disposable sacrifice on their altar of greed, completely oblivious to their deceit. "Gisele gets what she deserves," I heard Ivy sneer from the hallway. But as the drug burned in my veins, the memories of my past life awakened, cold and sharp as broken glass. This time, I wasn't going to be the prey. I grabbed the heavy brass lamp cord, wrapped it tight around the man's throat, and waited for Ivy to walk into her own trap./0/81034/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194632&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Comeback
My husband, Ethan Hayes, CEO of Innovatech, ordered me to go. Not a polite request, but a summons from the reclusive billionaire, Mr. Donovan Sterling. My pregnancy made it worse. His eyes were fixed on the stock market, not on me, his pregnant wife. His assistant, Chloe Vance, stood beside him, her own stomach betraying her secret: she was pregnant with his child. It was a chilling replay of a past life, a nightmare I' d been frantically trying to escape. I handed Ethan divorce papers, but Chloe only sneered, then "accidentally" drenched me with water, her eyes fixed on my growing belly. Then Ethan, fueled by Chloe's whispered venom, shoved me into our dark, claustrophobic wine cellar. When Sterling' s men arrived, Chloe handed me a signed divorce paper, gloating, along with a bottle of water. That water was poisoned. It was meant to make me lose our baby, to destroy me, and frame Mr. Sterling. Lying on the floor of Mr. Sterling's mansion, clutching my stomach as my world went black, I wondered: how could they be so monstrously cruel? Did they truly believe they could get away with it all? Could karma truly be so blind? But they underestimated my desperation, and the silent call I made weeks ago. They didn't know I had a lifeline, a secret ally. Now, as they plan their lavish wedding, they have no idea the wronged wife they thought they'd eliminated is about to reclaim everything she ever lost./0/31571/coverorgin.jpg?v=cffe17f0a4b918973ae93c62067364d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Wife Is Pregnant?!
Lenny was the richest man in the capital. He had a wife, but their marriage was loveless. One night, he accidentally had a one night stand with a stranger, so he decided to divorce his wife and look for the girl he slept with. He vowed to marry her. Months after the divorce, he found out that his wife was seven months’ pregnant. Did his wife cheat on him? Scarlet was looking for her husband one night and the two unexpectedly made passionate love. Not knowing what to do, she ran away in a panic, but later found that she was pregnant. Just when she was ready to explain what had happened to her husband, he suddenly asked her for a divorce. Would Lenny ever find out that the strange girl he had slept with was actually his wife? More importantly, would their loveless marriage take a turn for the better—or the worse?/1/114014/coverorgin.jpg?v=56fd3f0f87e05642f0cbfe1861db2795&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./0/31471/coverorgin.jpg?v=02b01ebcb0f73832f53ecdd04cea4870&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband./0/72411/coverorgin.jpg?v=433e2a1ee81d6224c5826748ae6cd429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sinful Temptation: Mr. Playboy Zillionaire Pleads For My Return
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"/1/113104/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528050745&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Returns: Too Late For Your Regret
I died in a high-end psychiatric ward, only to wake up gasping for air in the icy water of a Hamptons infinity pool. Three years ago, I had been the naive girl who desperately craved the love of my wealthy brothers, but today, I was drowning while they prioritized the fake sister who was only pretending to choke. My brother Preston didn't even glance at me as he swam past to save her, and my other brother Brock threw a life ring at her while ignoring my struggle entirely. I clawed my way onto the deck, shivering and vomiting water, only to be met with their cold lectures and accusations that I had pushed her on purpose. They hovered over her with cashmere towels and fake concern, while I stood there, a soaked, disposable pawn in their twisted game of favoritism. I didn't cry, I didn't beg for their validation, and I certainly didn't care about their hollow threats anymore. I walked back into that house, packed every expensive gift they had ever used to buy my affection, and dumped it all in a trunk to return to them in front of the city's elite. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum, but they had no idea that the girl who died in that asylum was gone, and the one who returned was done being their victim./0/85884/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211031&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidney Betrayal, Love's Cruel Deception
Five years ago, I voluntarily gave my kidney to save my daughter, Lily, believing it was a sacrifice born of a father' s love. What I received in return was a meticulously orchestrated public humiliation: forced to wear women' s clothing and clown makeup, starring in a viral video that branded me a pervert and destroyed my career and reputation overnight. My wife, Sophia, and Lily stood by me, their unwavering support the thin thread I clung to, believing their love was real, even as I lived as a social pariah. But that belief shattered when I overheard Lily and Sophia confessing to their monstrous deception: Lily's illness was a lie, Sophia's "kidnapping" was a sham, and my kidney was meant for my bitter step-brother, Daniel, all part of a calculated plot to ruin me and seize control of my family's firm. My life was a cruel, elaborate stage play, and I, the fool, had been their unwitting star, leaving me with nothing but the chilling realization that my sacrifice was a mark of betrayal. I lay in a hospital bed, barely conscious after collapsing from their latest act of public shaming, as Sophia and Daniel plotted to commit me, solidifying their control over my life and what little savings I had left. The man they thought they' d broken was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. I would play their game, let them believe their victory was complete, and then I would disappear. This was not an escape, but a strategic retreat. For the first time in five years, I knew exactly what I had to do, and my vengeance would be meticulously planned, far from their reach./0/69771/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251113185455&imageMogr2/format/webp)
