Modern Books for Women
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Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling
For years, I, Ethan, poured my family's wealth and my own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating them into tech prodigies destined to lead our industry. Their acceptance to MIT, cemented by their victory in the National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crowning achievement, our shared golden ticket to the future. Then the email dropped: they'd deferred MIT for some 'unremarkable' junior developer, Alex. My attempts to reason with them were met with empty excuses, until a chilling blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatening a "career-ending injury" if the "male lead" interfered with the "plot." I was forced to comply, to watch them choose a path I knew would lead to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, the very foundation of their genius, quietly slipped from their grasp. They didn't realize that without me, they weren't prodigies; they were just two smart girls about to compete on their own. Their rage was palpable when they realized their access was revoked. "Are you punishing us?" Emily accused. I met their eyes. "This isn't punishment. It's policy. You made a choice. These are the consequences." Later, I overheard them. "He's just trying to make us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He thinks because his family paid for things, he owns us." Then the true venom of their betrayal struck me: "We'll flatter him... hint I might reconsider the marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the competition, and then dump Ethan and his whole arrogant family for good. He's just a stepping stone." "Stepping stone." My stomach clenched, the years of gratitude replaced by entitlement. How could they betray everything we built?" When they brazenly invaded my home with Alex, demanding my office for their "male lead," the holographic text flickered back, labeling me an "obstacle" to their "plot." But just as Emily, her gentle facade shattered, grabbed my arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physically enforce their warped reality, a cold resolve settled in. I stared at the red mark blooming on my cheek, the pain a searing clarity. They would hurt me to get what they wanted. "No." My voice was calm despite my throbbing cheek. This wasn't just about them anymore; it was about reclaiming my life. I would not be a stepping stone. I would not be an obstacle. I would not be written out of my own story./0/42396/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230902222835&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEEVANO
High school students who are smart and achievers are highly praised by all teachers. But for other students no one dared to approach him. Because of its closed and quiet nature. He will only speak when necessary. The thing he likes the most is taking pictures. No matter how small it is in the eyes of a Devano, it will look beautiful if it is photographed by him. Unfortunately both parents did not support their own child's talent. His father was only obsessed with making Devano an international math champion like himself. Meanwhile, the mother really wants to make Devano a celebrity. His parents often quarreled over this problem. Devano continues to be forced to take various lessons. Language lessons, math lessons and even model lessons. Everything Devano does. He absolutely could not refuse the wishes of his parents. Until in the end he met a woman who was different from the others. Transfer student named Bea Miller. Her arrival stunned a school because of her mixed-German and Indonesian beauty. It's a thousand pity, even though she's beautiful, Bea is really very naughty. He even moved to school because of his bad behavior at the previous school. It turned out that Bea had just realized that Devono was her neighbour. Even just past one house. They both have met. At that time, Bea left her house secretly to attend a concert. When he settles down and manages to get out of his house. He walked past Devano's house. Suddenly his ears heard the noise in the house. Beapun's feet stopped out of curiosity and he saw beside the house that Devano was seen leaving quietly. It's possible to avoid his parents who are fighting. Finally from there they started to be friends. Even though previously Devano was very uncomfortable with Bea's behavior. But Devano is very happy to have found a friend like Bea. They are very different. Bea looks extroverted while Devano is completely introverted. That difference actually makes them feel like they have found the friend they have been looking for. They often meet in the garden of his house complex. Their meetings are also always over twelve o'clock at night. Because they don't want their parents to know. They discuss whatever they like. Devano also became talkative when he was with Bea. Reveals everything he feels to Bea. Because Bea can be a good listener. Sometimes they also study together. Bea will only study if there is an exam. Bea was very happy to get a high test score because Devano taught it. This made Bea really want to give a gift to Devano because she was happy to get good grades. Finally Devano wants to ask for a gift that is a request. Devano's request was very easy for bea. Devano really wants to just go to the beach one day. For a full day. From morning to night. Because all this time Devano's days were full of busy learning. Bea agreed and promised to grant the request. Bea tries to lie to Devano's parents. Bea lies that there will be a special camp event at her school and Bea manages to lie to Mama and Papa Devano. The two of them finally enjoyed the beautiful beach atmosphere until the evening. That evening Devano came home and his parents did not suspect anything. Until the next day Devano was sick. His parents became very angry. Because Devano is sick. That caused Devano to be unable to take part in the national level math competition. Mama papa Devano got angry until they found out that the cause of it all was because of Bea. Bad boy who is in the same class as Devano. Devano finally moved to a new school at the behest of his parents. Meanwhile, Bea was devastated to part with a friend like Devano. But the breakup actually made both of them better. Devano, who at first could not refuse his parents' wishes. Now Devano manages to be himself. It was all because of Bea's motivation when she was in high school. Now Devano is an international photographer whose services are very expensive. Meanwhile, Bea is now very smart. He became foreign minister./0/91361/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae246ac3af7f69c0ca2de39bf502b979&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mysterious Fortune Behind My Surprising Husband
Hoping to break free from her greedy family, Kaitlin rushed into a marriage with a man she barely knew. She assumed she'd wed a plain salaryman, until he handed her keys straight to a luxury penthouse. When her scheming stepmother tried marrying her off, he quietly bought an entire company and gave it to her. A furious parent at school? He snapped up the academy overnight. One wild night, he ripped his shirt and announced, "Let me be your husband tonight or I'll tell the world you're mine!" Kaitlin pushed him away, but soon, the whole internet exploded with their headline romance./0/21903/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220303135910&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CLOSER
A young woman with a tortured past finds help in the kindness of a rich matron. She struggles with the darkness of her past, trying to control her demons all on her own until she learns that one does not have to fight all alone. She learns this when she makes contact with the only man who is capable of healing her bruises and silencing the dark voices forever. Can she allow him mend her or is the damage far worse than it seems?/0/84165/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203835&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire
My mother-in-law, Maria, was crying silently at my kitchen table, her shoulders shaking with a defeated kind of grief. My husband, Ethan, barely glanced up from his phone. "Dad had another one of his episodes," he said, dismissively. This meant Maria, our lifeline for childcare, was being sent back to her abusive husband. A cold dread settled in my stomach; this was the beginning of the end for my paralegal career. Then, the strange incidents started with the nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a gas knob turned on, a back door found wide open. Terrified, one by one, they all quit, forcing me to give up the job I loved, the independence I cherished. Ethan, now a newly promoted Regional Director, gloated. "See? It' s a sign. You' re meant to be home with Maya." He cut off my access to our joint account, then tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like an allowance, questioning every single purchase. Our home became a cage, and he was the gatekeeper. But I wasn' t stupid. I knew his control was tightening, and I saw a way out. One night, after he threw a wad of cash in my face and called me a leech, my phone buzzed. A photo appeared, then quickly vanished: Ethan, arm-in-arm with another woman. My hands shook with a potent mix of humiliation, rage, and a terrifying clarity. That night, I hit record on my camera, pouring every ounce of my defiance into my 100th baking video. The next morning, it went viral./1/112793/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528035911&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret
Four years ago, Ashlee Maddox was ripped away from her wealthy Boston family and forged into a lethal black-ops commander. Now, her estranged parents were suddenly begging their long-lost daughter to come home. But the heartwarming reunion was a complete lie. They didn't love her; they just needed her grandfather's massive trust fund to save their failing company. The moment she arrived, the setup began. Her parents hired paparazzi to capture her looking unhinged, treating her like a stray dog while treating her adopted sister, Averi, like a princess. Averi faked injuries, tried to steal Ashlee's car, and threw tantrums to play the victim. During a family dinner, her father tried to trick her into signing away her entire fortune. When that failed, Averi planted a diamond necklace in Ashlee's coat, screaming for help to frame her for theft. They planned to declare her mentally unstable to legally seize control of her assets. They thought she was just a naive, broken girl they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea they were trying to gaslight a top-tier military predator who had just blown a ghost operative off a cliff with a heavy sniper rifle. Ashlee didn't panic or cry. She calmly shoved the diamond necklace into Averi's mouth and shattered her father's leg with a single vicious kick. "This is the last time you try to touch my money." Leaving her family terrified and broken in the hallway, she walked out of the mansion. The family trash was dealt with; now, it was time to hunt down the real enemy hiding in her city./1/113106/coverorgin.jpg?v=b70454f09f2d58e4babb2e2a5ad4313e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise
Flora Sawyer was backed into a corner by a wealthy, married doctor who relentlessly harassed her at the hospital. Desperate for a way out, she signed a prenuptial agreement in a rundown diner to marry a complete stranger. Josiah Vance claimed to be a bankrupt, failed IT programmer. He offered to be her legal shield, and in return, she let him sleep on her cramped apartment couch. But the nightmare only escalated. Grant, her wealthy tormentor, cornered them at a dinner party. He poured red wine all over Josiah's cheap thrift-store shirt, mocking him as a pathetic parasite living off a public nurse's meager salary. The entire room laughed, watching Flora's new husband endure the ultimate public humiliation. They didn't know that to help Josiah start over, Flora had just emptied her entire life savings of fifty thousand dollars, leaving herself with exactly eighty-four dollars. Watching the man who had offered her a lifeline be treated like garbage, something inside Flora completely snapped. She couldn't understand why money gave these arrogant people the right to crush others. Her chest burned with a fierce, undeniable rage. She stepped directly in front of Josiah, shielding him with her own body, and slammed a stack of papers onto the table. "My husband might be broke, but you are the real parasite." What Flora didn't know was that the silent, bankrupt man standing behind her was actually a trillionaire, and his game to destroy her enemies had already begun./0/85886/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211032&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ruin, A Family's Rebirth
The hum of my hydroponic pumps was the sound of success, a constant thrum in the Harmony Springs warehouses I' d brought back to life. I was Ethan Miller, the tech kid who' d poured every fortune back into this dying town, promising jobs and prosperity. Then the celebration died the moment the angry shouts from outside drowned out the pumps. A mob, half the town, stood in my gravel lot, their faces twisted with an anger I couldn' t grasp, led by Chad Thompson, a man I' d hired, trusted, and considered family. "There he is! The millionaire!" someone screamed, and the wave of accusation focused on me. Chad laughed, a short, ugly sound. "This is a town meeting, Ethan. You' re the guest of honor. We' re tired of you getting rich off our backs." They called me a parasite, a thief, accusing me of exploiting them, despite the jobs I'd created and the wages I'd paid. They saw my success and interpreted it as a betrayal. They demanded an insane increase in rent, 50,000 dollars per warehouse, and 20% of my company' s profits, with Chad as chairman. It wasn't about money; it was about control. "No," I said, my voice quiet but final. "I will not be extorted." The shouts became threats, a violent crescendo. "Get out of our town, you thief!" Then, the first rock slammed into the metal siding of my warehouse. They swarmed, shattering windows, overturning equipment, trampling my plants into mud. My dream, my life' s work, was being systematically destroyed by the very people I had come home to save. My wife, Sarah, and daughter, Lily, arrived, just as a brute backed out of the warehouse, nearly hitting Lily with a metal shelf. I lunged, taking the blow myself, crumpling to the ground as Lily screamed. Chad smirked over me, "Looks like you had a little accident." Sarah' s fury erupted. "You! He treated you like a brother! He came back to this dead-end town because he believed in it!" The betrayal solidified into an icy resolve. "They can have it," I rasped, defeat in my voice. "They can have this whole damned town." But they weren' t getting my technology. That night, under the cover of darkness, I orchestrate a silent, complete extraction, leaving Harmony Springs with nothing but an empty shell, unaware of the financial trap I laid./1/108413/coverorgin.jpg?v=a808f2d21c25bedc02817d08e89c55c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Runaway Wife and Secret Heir
I was Hart Whitney’s "contract wife" for three years before I vanished, taking nothing but a secret and a scar that would never heal. Now, the billionaire CEO had tracked me down to a rainy suburb in Seattle, ready to drag me back to New York just to get the signature he needed to unlock his family trust. But when he stormed into my small house, he didn't just find a runaway employee; he found a three-year-old boy with his exact gray eyes and a nervous habit of spinning a pen that was a mirror image of his own. "He’s not yours," I lied, clutching my son to my chest as Hart looked at him with cold, cynical disbelief. He forced us onto his private jet, treating me like a corporate thief and my son like a scandalous mistake. In New York, his socialite fiancée, Isadora, tried to poison my son with a "gift" of hazelnut chocolate and publicly humiliated me by exposing the jagged burn scar on my back—the very scar I earned saving Hart’s life in a fire three years ago, a heroic act Isadora had stolen credit for. I couldn't understand how a man so brilliant could be so blind. He believed a faked DNA test over the evidence of his own eyes. He let his fiancée torment the woman who had bled for him and the child who shared his soul, all while I sat in the corner of his office, invisible and broken. It wasn't until my son lay dying in a hospital bed, needing a blood transfusion so rare it only ran in the Whitney family, that the truth finally broke through Hart's icy exterior. As Hart watched his own blood flow into our son's veins, he finally realized he hadn't been hunting a traitor—he had been destroying the only people who ever truly loved him./1/102312/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222303&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Forced Marriage To A Coma Knight
Eleanore POV: My family forced me to marry Kayson Knight, a man who'd been in a coma for five years. It was a sacrifice to save our family's legacy, a life sentence I accepted for their sake. But on my adopted sister Josie's birthday, she framed me for stealing a family heirloom. My parents, who had always favored her, didn't hesitate. "Guards! Search her!" my father roared. They pinned me down in front of all their guests. My brother held my arms while my childhood sweetheart looked away. They had already pushed me down the stairs and left me for dead once before. They had taken my kidney for Josie. This was just the final humiliation. But they didn't know my secret. I had been recording Josie's lies for weeks. As the guards' hands closed on me, I screamed, "You want the truth? Let's hear it then!" and pressed play on the hidden recorder./1/106223/coverorgin.jpg?v=633d8cdd190aa7ec6baf13c60c829d2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billion-Dollar Mix-Up: Pregnant With The Mysterious CEO's Baby
After the crash erased any hope of recovery, Vivian chose IVF to honor her fiancé's wish to have a child. A mistake during the procedure changed everything, and the baby turned out to belong to William, a billionaire known more for mystery than presence. Faced with the fallout, William offered her a hundred million dollar contract. "Carry the child to term, and the money will be yours." At first, Vivian refused because she believed her dignity could not be bought. That resolve collapsed when she saw her fiancé, barely out of the ICU, entwined with her stepsister. Crushed by betrayal, she signed the contract and married William. The public mocked her choice and claimed she had married nothing more than a pretty face. Time proved them wrong. Doctors later praised her work for reshaping medical research. Among hackers, her code became legend. On an international stage, Vivian's brilliance held an entire forum in awe. Amid the stunned crowd, William stepped forward and wrapped her in a gentle embrace before kissing her softly. "Have you enjoyed yourself enough? It's time for us to go home." The audience erupted in disbelief. Meanwhile, the man who once scorned her now begged for another chance./0/80411/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The PR Guru and The Predator
I was Ava Miller, Hollywood's top PR guru, thriving at my firm, happily pregnant with my fiancé Ethan's child. One ordinary evening, Ethan's familiar tea tasted odd. Darkness. I awoke tied to a chair, dimly lit, only to see Rex Donovan, my volatile client, standing there. And Ethan. My Ethan. My blood ran cold as Ethan, with chilling casualness, exposed his betrayal, blaming me for an intern’s past disappearance. He fed Rex a grotesque lie, fueling the rock star's rage. The pain was unimaginable; Rex ensured I knew he was killing my baby first, tearing my world apart. As darkness embraced me, my last sight was Ethan, watching, his face a mask of pure hatred. "Why?" I choked, blood filling my mouth, grappling with this unfathomable betrayal. Then, a jolt. I gasped, bolt upright in my office chair, my stomach flat. The calendar showed it was *that* day – the day Chloe Sanders first walked in, asking for the Rex Donovan case. I was back./0/61795/coverorgin.jpg?v=b30cbfd63b4a13c548a5c05cf867c133&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"/0/85417/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bad38a19019375c1b2c6f5988d0b436&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Love, Rebuilt By Fate
The award felt heavy in my hands, a testament to my genius as Ava Monroe, the best structural architect in the business. But the triumph was short-lived. Overnight, the newly completed Olympia Skyscraper collapsed, and suddenly my stepsister, Chloe Vance, was on every news channel, her face a mask of tragic sorrow. "I had a vision. A premonition of the collapse," she declared, looking directly into the camera, her eyes seeming to find mine. "I tried to warn Ava Monroe. But she did nothing. She said she needed to wait. To let the problem get worse so her firm could charge a higher fee to fix it. It was about the money." The world stopped. My firm fired me, Liam, my fiancé, abandoned me, and my father, Mr. Monroe, disowned me, siding with Chloe. My mother' s memorial garden was vandalized; the cornerstone, a piece of my heart, ripped out and thrown into the river. I dove in, desperate to get it back, but the current dragged me under, the cold despair a crushing weight. Then I gasped, sucking in clean, dry air. I was in my bed, sunlight streaming through the window. It was the morning of the collapse, before the accusations, before my world ended. This time, it would be different./0/80724/coverorgin.jpg?v=05b6cecf4741669e8ed70e6966afd1ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To A Lie
I was just shelving books in my tiny New York apartment, my parents, renowned investigative journalists, chasing a big story in New Orleans, and my engagement to City Councilman Ethan Bellweather just around the corner. Then, the call came: a car bombing, my parents gone, their names slandered as villains in the news. Ethan, my fiancé, publicly abandoned me for their intern, Alexis Thorne, right on live TV, shattering my world. In my despair, Ethan's older brother, Marcus, the chief forensic pathologist, became my only anchor, vowing to uncover the truth about my parents, and I married him, desperately clinging to his promise. Five years of hollow vows and polite silence passed, our sterile marriage echoing with unasked questions, until a chilling conversation revealed Marcus had actively covered up the military-grade details of my parents' murder and fiercely protected Alexis. My world shattered once more: the man who swore to find justice was part of the very conspiracy, meticulously hiding the truth about Alexis, the daughter of the magnate my parents exposed, and her deep, shared past with him and Ethan. Pregnant with Marcus's child, I endured his attempts to 'reconcile' me with Alexis, before overhearing Alexis confessing to the murder and thanking Marcus for his years of cover-up. At a charity gala, Alexis shamelessly faked an attack, causing my miscarriage, with Marcus choosing her over me, cold contempt chilling his eyes as he cradled her instead of me. Left alone and bleeding, my baby lost, I gathered every damning piece of evidence, tipped off the FBI, and vanished, finally ready to tear down the empire of lies they built on my parents' graves./0/83227/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202204&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband Who Vanished
I, Sarah, a government scientist, finally returned home after three years buried in advanced aerospace tech, eager to reunite with my husband, David, at LAX. But instead of David, a greasy stranger grabbed me, claiming to be my husband, Kevin, while David and my best friend Jessica appeared – not to save me, but to validate the lie, treating me like I was insane. My entire life was twisted: photos morphed, a locket changed, and my own parents whispered for me to accept "Kevin," as I was publicly branded a delusional homewrecker, prompting a horrifying first timeline that ended in tragedy. How could every single piece of my reality be rewritten overnight, my very memories gaslighted by those closest to me? Reeling from the unimaginable betrayal, I refused to break, and with one critical detail – a distinct mole on "my" shoulder in a fake wedding video, a mole only my best friend possessed – I found the crack in their perfect digital prison, ready to fight for my stolen truth./1/114358/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528104803&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Escape
Blair's family dynasty crumbled overnight. Her father suffered a massive heart attack and was put on life support, requiring a hundred thousand dollars just to keep the machines running. When she desperately called her husband, Blackburn, his phone went straight to voicemail. Instead, she saw a trending video of him at Disney World, tenderly wrapping his coat around a nurse named Kala. To save her father, Blair pawned her wedding ring and handed Blackburn the divorce papers. But Blackburn just tore the papers to shreds. He pinned her down, mocking her bankrupt family, and threatened to send her brother to federal prison if she dared to leave. "You wanted to be a trophy. So sit on the shelf and be quiet." He even dragged her out of the hospital by force just because an old friend caught her when she fainted. He aggressively claimed she was his property, demanding her absolute obedience. Yet, the moment his mistress Kala called crying about a minor injury, his face turned pale with panic. He dropped everything and abandoned Blair in the empty penthouse without a second thought. Blair didn't cry. She just realized how ridiculous this execution block of a marriage was. The final string connecting them snapped. Blair calmly blocked his number, opened the digital divorce agreement, and signed her name, waiving her rights to every single penny. Leaving the pink diamond ring on the table, she walked out the door and never looked back./0/81037/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194633&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Second Choice
My Charleston dream wedding to Ethan, my fiancé of ten years, was just days away. Our future together felt set, a lifetime hand-in-hand. Then, my smart home security feed played a horrifying, silent film. Ethan, my fiancé, intimately with Chloe, my stepsister, right there in our house. An undeniable, sickening betrayal. A decade of devotion shattered, revealing I was merely a placeholder. Ethan enabled Chloe's every cruel stunt, from public humiliation to outright wedding sabotage. He dismissed my pain, protected her lies, and left me invisible, even after injury. My world crumbled. Grief gave way to a cold, burning rage. How could I have been so blind? So carelessly used? The truth hit hard: I was just a prop in their long, illicit affair. But the wedding would still proceed. Only, it wouldn't be their triumph. It would be my grand exit, a public act of devastating defiance. I would ensure their world came crashing down around them. My countdown to liberation had officially begun./1/104659/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527180308&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir
I spent three years being the perfect, quiet wife to Julian Sterling, dimming my own light to fit into his cold Manhattan penthouse. On our anniversary, I sat in the dark with a secret that would change our lives forever—I was finally pregnant with the heir he always wanted. But Julian didn't come home to celebrate. He threw divorce papers on the table and told me his first love, Harper, was dying of stage four cancer. "It is her last wish," Julian said, his voice cold and detached. "She wants to be Mrs. Sterling before she dies. It is the only thing she has ever wanted." I signed the papers and walked away without taking a dime of his billions, but fate wasn't done with me. A few days later, our paths crossed in a crowded hospital lobby. Julian, blinded by his need to protect Harper from the paparazzi, saw me as an obstacle in their way. To clear a path for her, he shoved me aside with enough force to send me flying. I hit the sharp corner of a marble desk and collapsed. As I lay on the floor, I watched Julian hesitate for a fraction of a second before choosing to comfort a wailing Harper instead of helping me. He held her hand while I bled out on the cold stone, losing the child he never even knew I was carrying. In the operating room, the truth finally came to light: Harper wasn't dying. She was faking her symptoms with bribes and stage makeup, and Julian had sacrificed his own son’s life for a performance. When he showed up at my bedside crying and begging for a second chance, I realized that the woman he married was gone. I pulled off my platinum wedding ring and dropped it onto the metal tray with a hollow clink. "Take it," I whispered. "It is too heavy. I cannot carry it anymore." Julian thinks he has lost a wife, but he has actually created a storm. I am no longer the quiet girl he broke; I am a Vanderbilt, and I am going to burn his entire world to the ground for what he did to my baby./1/109665/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260228164914&imageMogr2/format/webp)
