Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Abandoned Daughter's Secret Golden Fortune
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family. But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust. "I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this." He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets. Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark. But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice. "I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan." She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold./0/86834/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec312b9e9899b3b56d5c5185113adaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Wife's Vengeance
The sterile hospital smell was the last thing I remembered. I was Ava, a successful architect, and I was dying. Through a morphine haze, I heard my husband, Liam, and his identical twin brother, Ethan. "Is she gone yet?" Ethan asked coldly. "Almost," Liam replied, his voice devoid of love. Then Chloe' s voice, sharp and satisfied: "She heard us talking about the miscarriage." My heart seized. My baby. The baby they called a tragic accident. "It was for the best," Liam said. "She was never meant to be the mother of my child. You are, Chloe." A wave of nausea and horror washed over me. "And the hysterectomy?" Ethan asked. "Are you sure it' s done?" Dr. Anderson confirmed it, Liam said. Complications. I' d never carry a child again. My world dissolved. They' d not only betrayed me but orchestrated the death of my child and the end of my womanhood. All for Chloe. Then, nothing. Until I opened my eyes again. I was in my wedding gown, in my wedding bed. Liam walked out of the bathroom, that devastating smile now making my stomach turn. He was an actor, and I had been his most captive audience. I remembered the whispers from my deathbed: the cold, calculated cruelty. This beautiful monster had shared me with his brother. I had died and come back, armed with the terrible truth. The man who had pledged his life to me had been orchestrating my destruction. My baby, my womanhood, my very life-all sacrificed for a twisted game. How could this be real? Why was I back? A new resolve settled in my soul. I wouldn't just survive this wedding night; I would be the architect of their destruction./1/107953/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c19555783cf413b4540f8e117eb32c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rejected Burden: Rising From The Shadows
I liquidated every asset I owned for a single gala ticket, convinced that after twenty years, Grafton Blanchard was finally going to ask me to be his partner. My husband, Kingston Riddle, even hinted that the diamond "Eternity Lock" bracelet I’d been eyeing was gone from the vault, and I was sure it was waiting for me. But when I reached the VIP suite, Grafton didn't look at me with love; he snapped that very bracelet onto the wrist of my rival, Bella Sterling. He stood before the crowd and announced their engagement, laughing as he called me his "little mascot" while I stood there in my best dress, feeling the entire world crumble beneath my feet. The betrayal went deeper when I overheard him telling his friends I was nothing more than a "burden" and a "puppy" he was too kind to kick to the curb. Desperate to fix his image, he lured me to a "peace offering" dinner where Bella theatrically threw herself down a flight of marble stairs. Within seconds, Grafton was looming over me, his face twisted in fury as he accused me of being a jealous, vicious monster. "I'm calling the cops. You want to play games? Let's see how you like a holding cell," Grafton roared, snatching my phone so I couldn't record his cruelty. The restaurant manager and the crowd sneered at me, ready to watch me be hauled away in handcuffs for a crime I didn't commit. I was a pariah, discarded by the man I’d spent my entire life protecting. I stood trembling against the wall, realizing that the man I loved was willing to ruin my life to protect a lie. I felt the weight of twenty years of devotion being thrown into the trash, and for the first time, I stopped wondering why I wasn't enough and started wondering how I could have been so blind. Just as the security guards moved in, the heavy doors swung open. My husband, Kingston—the man I thought was a cold stranger—stepped into the light and demanded the manager play the security footage on the big screen. As the video of Bella launching herself backward played for the entire restaurant, I didn't look at Grafton's pathetic apologies; I looked at the exit and realized my life was finally beginning./1/101852/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdc81a3566cf796f6640b7ad0aaabdd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Trophy To Unstoppable Queen
"You could have hurt the baby," my husband snarled, shoving me onto the cold marble floor of the Met Museum. He didn't check if I was bleeding. He was too busy cradling Alya, the twenty-two-year-old intern I had hired two weeks ago. Bennett Calloway, the ruthless King of New York, was parading his mistress in front of the city's elite while treating me, his loyal wife of fifteen years, like a clumsy nuisance. He thought he was teaching me a lesson in obedience. I later overheard him telling his men, "Kelsey needs to be broken. When she hits rock bottom, she'll come crawling back. That's how you train a wife." He gave her my vintage Hermès scarf. He let her wear my family diamonds. He stood by as she mocked my infertility, claiming she carried the heir I never could. He waited for the tears. He waited for the screaming, the begging, the jealousy. But I didn't cry. I simply went to our bedroom, took the sketch of the nursery we had planned fifteen years ago, and lit a match. I watched the dream turn to ash in the wastebasket. Then, I signed the asset separation agreement, deleted my social media accounts, and threw my SIM card into a sewer grate. Bennett thought he was breaking a horse. He didn't realize he was freeing a prisoner. By the time he realized his mistake and tore the world apart looking for me, I was already in Paris, learning that love isn't supposed to hurt./1/103260/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e2c6b5739a350806ec01f7c2489209a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scientist He Erased Returns
For ten years, I was the silent engine behind my fiancé, the celebrated genius Dr. Alston Scott. I dedicated my life to our research, pouring my soul into a breakthrough that would change the world. But when that breakthrough finally came, he stole it. He put his new protégé's name, Kiara Gamble, on my life's work. At the annual colloquium, to shield Kiara from plagiarism accusations, he publicly dismissed my decade of research. "She performed some preliminary data collection," he announced to the entire institute. In that moment, I understood. I wasn't his partner; I was a tool. A convenient, disposable part he was now replacing. My family had already cast me out for losing my "golden ticket," and now, the man I loved had erased my professional existence. So after he tried to silence me with a kiss, I slapped him, walked back to my lab, and deleted everything. Every file. Every piece of data from the last ten years. Then I booked a one-way ticket to the desert./1/101070/coverorgin.jpg?v=503a8a3b51b6e8162f1923539a1a2b3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chances Denied: From Dull Housewife To Comic Icon
Rylee and Alec grew up together, and she always believed their love was destined. Yet three years into marriage, his indifference chilled her to the core. Wounded and exhausted, Rylee finally let go. "Let's get a divorce." Alec assumed she was bluffing-she had loved him so completely, he couldn't imagine her leaving. But Rylee signed the papers and walked away, shedding her dull housewife image for a life of fame as a celebrated comic artist. No longer orbiting his world, she shone alone. Only then did Alec realize he'd lost her for good-and now he'd do anything to win her back. "Come back to me, darling. I'd do anything for you."/1/103573/coverorgin.jpg?v=1650d76f6aae69e0abef7dcf0cfa0d1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. William, She's Free
Franklin William destroyed my father, then raised me as his ward. For ten years, I loved him, not as a guardian, but as the man who held my world in his hands. On my 18th birthday, I confessed. He crushed me with five words. "Love is a liability, Eliana." His cruelty escalated. He got engaged to a ruthless socialite who publicly branded me his "pet project." He forced me to wear a cheap necklace I was allergic to, the metal burning my skin like a brand of shame. That night, he stumbled into my room, drunk, and violated me, whispering his fiancée's name. My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to scream that I had ruined her social standing before disowning me. I was nothing. A project. A disposable toy. But as I sat in the wreckage of my life, an encrypted email arrived from my long-lost godfather. The subject line was clear: "It's time, Eliana. There's a way out."/0/18002/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ee06944f74070aeb3d5a665521f852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Changed.
Kaitlyn wakes up one day in abolute, searing pain. Her friend refuses to leave her alone and a stranger comes knocking at her door talking crazy about moon phases and knowing strange things about her that even she wasn't aware of. Will she go insane or learn to trust new people? She needs to know how to juggle who she has to leave behind and which people she can't; maybe even learning how to love on the way./0/81359/coverorgin.jpg?v=b342992dc7ad920ff1e483ae2239fa37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Double Life Exposed
The school admissions office. A new chapter for my son, Leo, a fresh start we hoped for. Then the woman at the desk dropped a bombshell, her voice flat. "Staff Sergeant Mark Johnson already has a child enrolled here." Mark Johnson was my husband, Leo' s father. "His son, Ethan Johnson," she continued, "and his wife, Jessica Johnson, is the emergency contact." Wife? Jessica? The names echoed, cold and sharp, triggering a horrifying flashback. In another life, this exact scenario had already unfolded, leading to an abyss of deceit and despair. I remembered Mark' s smooth lies, his flimsy tales of helping a "hero's widow," forcing Leo to be a whispered secret. Then came the unspeakable: Leo, my sensitive son, vanished from a bus stop. The frantic calls, the police reports, the agonizing silence. Weeks later, a horrifying news item: a child found, badly hurt, "two fingers missing." I never knew if it was Leo. The torturous uncertainty, Mark' s chilling indifference, his brutal concern for his "reputation" over my grief. And finally, the river-cold, dark, an attempted escape from the pain. Now, here I was again, back at the exact start of that soul-crushing nightmare. The same casual dismissal, the same insidious destruction of my life, my son' s future, unfolding again. But then, a surge of icy fury consumed me, hardening my resolve into something unbreakable. This wasn' t a rerun of despair; it was a second chance. This time, there would be no crumbling, no quiet suffering, no drowning. Mark Johnson was going to pay. And I would make sure everyone heard the truth, loud and clear./1/102478/coverorgin.jpg?v=056347e7306e8c076d5ad47813032d19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Just A Substitute: The Wife He Failed
At the family dinner, the waiter stumbled, sending a tray of boiling onion soup flying toward the table. My husband, Marcus, moved instantly. But not for me. He threw his body over my cousin Chloe, shielding her completely in his arms. I was left exposed. The scalding liquid hit my chest and arm, burning my skin instantly. While I screamed in agony on the floor, Marcus was frantically checking Chloe for scratches, whispering, "Thank God it missed you. You are more important than her. Always." In the hospital, he handed me a check for fifty thousand dollars. "It was an instinct," he said, avoiding my eyes. "Don't make a scene." He didn't notice my hollow expression. He didn't ask why the doctors were looking at him with pity. And he certainly didn't know that the shock and trauma had caused me to miscarry our six-week-old baby. For four years, I had been his perfect doll. I dressed like Chloe, painted like Chloe, and waited for him to love me. I thought I was his wife. I didn't realize I was just a placeholder until he sacrificed our child to save his true love from a splash of soup. When he left to comfort Chloe again, I pulled the IV from my arm. I placed the signed divorce papers on the bedside table. Underneath them, I left the medical report confirming the miscarriage of his child. Then, I vanished./0/49133/coverorgin.jpg?v=19e5ec428f1e0fa8b94cb70d51b3a168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Addicted To My Two-faced Wife
Julien thought he was getting married to a fragile woman who would need his protection for as long as they were together. Much to his surprise, Kelsey turned out to be the direct opposite of what he thought she was. Kelsey became as tough as a tiger. Time and time again, it was reported that she got into fights. "Sir, your wife beat up your friend's brother." "Get her some medicine to reduce the swelling on her hands," Julien ordered helplessly. "Sir, your wife beat up your cousin." "If he's still alive, send him to the hospital." "Sir..." Unable to take it anymore, Julien asked, "What? Who did she beat up this time?" "Sir, she didn't beat anyone. Actually... she ran away with your child." Julien pounded the table and ordered, "Bring her back right now. I don't care whatever it takes!" Although Julien was tired of all the fights, he didn't know why he couldn't let her go. Like a drug, he was addicted. Would this addiction do him any good?/0/70252/coverorgin.jpg?v=f19edd236badcc00e103bab63c2fcbe2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Wait For You, My Love
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again./1/121407/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2dea4db5dde5a21eaf27e73b5398c57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Wife's Secret Triplet Heirs
For three years, Ellie Mills endured a loveless contract marriage and her mother-in-law's daily torment, all to pay for her sick mother's medical bills. But the moment her billionaire husband's first love returned, he coldly threw a divorce agreement on her vanity table. "This transaction is over." Ellie was cast out like disposable garbage. She signed the papers, left a one-dollar bill on the bed as a mocking tip for his services, and walked away. Soon after, she discovered she was pregnant with triplets. But during a difficult premature delivery in a foreign country, the doctor tragically informed her that her youngest son had died. The loss of her baby became a permanent, agonizing scar. She couldn't understand why fate was so cruel, taking her child away while the man who ruined her life prepared for his grand wedding. For six years, she transformed into a top Parisian designer, vowing never to return to the city that held her deepest grief. That was until her genius six-year-old twins secretly booked them a flight back to Miami. In a hotel hallway, Ellie suddenly bumped into a crying, wealthy little boy who had the exact same face as her son. The child she mourned for six years wasn't dead, and her twins were already executing a master plan to make their jerk dad pay./0/83080/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d5431046d4383340a9de256be938e89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Miller's True Heir
I was a ghost in my own home, the late Senator Miller's biological daughter, overshadowed by my adopted sister, Jessica. My stepfather, Governor Thompson, doted on her, giving her my mother's cherished suite, my fiancé, even the "Senator Miller Legacy Scholarship" that was always meant for me. Tonight, at the glittering gala, they finalized the blatant theft. As Jessica preened on stage, accepting my scholarship, a cold resolve solidified in my gut. I walked, not ran, straight to the podium, my worn dress a stark contrast to the opulent crowd. "That scholarship," I stated, my voice clear, "belongs to me." Jessica's perfect victim act launched instantly, tears streaming as she clung to my enraged stepfather. His face turned to stone. "This is not the time or place, Sarah!" he thundered, but I wouldn't move. "She's just jealous!" chorused Jessica's elite circle, labeling me "unhinged." Even Ethan Vance, my supposed future, looked at me with disdain, offering Jessica a supportive smile. Then, the unthinkable: my stepfather's open hand connected with my face, the crack echoing in the stunned silence. "You are no daughter of hers!" he spat, humiliating me. "Jessica is the only daughter I care to acknowledge!" My eyes burned, not from the sting of the slap, but from the searing, public injustice. How could the truth be so twisted, my very identity erased by the man who claimed to protect me? Was I truly going mad, or was this entire world? Just as Governor Thompson threatened to send me away to an institution, the grand ballroom doors burst open. There stood my Uncle Marcus, a decorated U.S. Army Four-Star General, his gaze piercing through the stunned crowd straight to me. My lifeline had arrived, and their carefully constructed lies were about to crumble./0/24729/coverorgin.jpg?v=176bacc8626aa93366f2ac86e495b145&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assassin- No Can Melt My Icy Heart
“Please don’t kill me, I will give you whatever you demand for” the man am about to kill pleaded. . “OH! You sound nice, gentleman, I have been paid, and the thing is, I don’t collect money twice. And according to what you said, I NEED YOUR LIFE, nothing else, than your LIFE” I said repeatedly and smile sheepishly. And the word LIFE keeps echoing in my brain. “I don’t mean that, please spare my life” he pleaded crying and trembling. “OH! SORRY! It’s too late, maybe when you come back in your next life, I can help you eliminate the person that asked me to terminate your life” I said with a smiling face. “Please I promised to pay you handsomelly if you spare my life” the man said shaking., “Fuck that up man, am a very honest person and never betrayed my partner. But I will give you a chance to say your last prayer and if you don’t have anything to say. I have a message I want you to deliver to my mother and siblings, just help me tell them I missed them a lot. “RIP” I said and pull the trigger, which pump out his brain with blood splitting out all over the place. “Ouch! Did I just killed him?. Ohh MY HEART JUST MELT, but is not my fault am a good girl you know. “I said and look at the man lieing lifeless on the floor” I nod my head in pity “I need to get out of here, I said and jump through the window. I Know people will soon be here cause of the sound of the gun. I will have used my silent pistol but the person, who gave me the job, said, he want his dead to be announced as soon as possible, so I need to draw people attention. Meet Alice Heron nickname TERROR. A very beautiful and smart lady. She’s very cool or should I say dangerous. Did I just say cool. Maybe she’s cool and fun to be with, but you can never predict, she’s the most dangerous and wanted assassin. She’s a comedian not a famous one but a community comedian, she’s makes everyone smile, but when she was sent to an household she makes them cry bitterly. I think she’s cool and at the same time dangerous like I said. None of the people she worked for have ever seen her face, because she’s always on mask wherever she’s out for a mission. Meet Tyler Harry nickname SMART. A very smart and rich military guy. He was choose to figure out the assasin that has been disturbing people’s live. “What happened when a job was given to TERROR to kill SMART. The two smart people are on a mission of each other. Do you think she will succeed in killing him?. Do you think he will succeed in bringing her out to the world, has the most wanted assasin?. Do you also think they will fall in love? Grap your popcorn now and let’s go on a mission to watch the thrilling moment that’s about to be shown on our screen./0/27545/coverorgin.jpg?v=b637a4a50a291557f642d98d7508c165&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Unwanted Wife, Hidden Genius: Her Rise As A Tech Queen
Everyone in high society knew Jillian was a doormat-silent, obedient, endlessly tolerant, even as her husband favored another woman. Her home was taken, her wedding ruined, and still she said nothing. Until the day her hard-earned patent was stolen. That was when she finally had enough. "I will take back what's mine. And we should get a divorce." He only laughed, certain she wouldn't dare. But she did. She reclaimed everything and disappeared. Years later, she returned as a world-renowned tech queen. When he begged, "Come back to me..." She held another man's hand. "Step aside. My husband and I are going home."/1/113429/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a5e06788e64320df046c626f3cbd217&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Comatose Tech Emperor
Gina was locked in Blackwood Asylum for five years, framed as a violent lunatic by her own wealthy family. Her brother suddenly dragged her out, but not to save her. He forced her into an arranged marriage with Kerr Brooks, the billionaire emperor of New York, just to save the Rollins family's failing company. Back at the estate, her parents treated her like a biohazard. They showered her adopted sister, Hailie, with love and luxury, while forcing Gina into a freezing servant's room. They threw a brutal prenuptial agreement at her face and threatened to leak a deepfake scandal video to the press if she didn't play the perfect bride. To ensure Gina's absolute ruin, Hailie even ordered a maid to spike her dinner with a massive dose of LSD. They were ruthlessly sacrificing her to a man who was secretly in a deep, unresponsive coma. "She is just a tool, Hailie. Do not waste your pity on a broken thing." Her mother's cold words echoed in the foyer. They looked at Gina's faded jumpsuit and vacant eyes, fully believing she was a heavily sedated pawn they could easily manipulate and discard. But they didn't know Gina was a master hacker, a lethal underground surgeon, and the secret owner of the world's top luxury brand. She neutralized the poison in seconds and slipped into her comatose fiancé's heavily guarded ICU. Disabling the secret neuro-suppressants keeping him asleep, Gina smiled in the dark. If they wanted her to marry a corpse, she would use his empire to bury them all alive./0/18159/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b32b878f0de95815ea0280a5df56e64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gang Leader's Girl
"Is this what you want Angel?" Axel panted, trailing his lips up my neck to my face. I shivered when I felt his lips start sucking at a spot on my neck. "Come on, tell me this is what you want Mia because I don't think I can keep myself away from you anymore." His voice was deep and laced with desire, his eyes searched mine for permission. I found myself nodding my head, letting him know this was what I wanted, his lips on mine. I nearly passed out when I felt his teeth pull at my bottom lip, gently biting down on it "Use your words Mia." Axel whispered. "I need to hear you say it." He groaned. "I want you to kiss me." ******* Mia Morrison was a girl that was believed to be made out of steel or at least that's what everyone thought. After her mothers death, seventeen year old Mia had been jumping from one foster home to another since she was seven. That was until Child Protection Services remove Mia from a drunk abusive couple, and shipped her halfway across the county, her life just might take a turn for the better. But sharing the same roof with nine other people can be stressful. It's even more stressful when five of them are boys. And it's pretty much unbearable when two of them develop feelings for you. But can Mia overcome her troubled past and allow herself to fall in love?/0/80421/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0ad181bb7e53c0fe00af8ad0c331c3f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
