Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."/1/116324/coverorgin.jpg?v=e476f68e3ee54a6ef2316ce5529c716a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected By My Ex, Desired By His Father
After six years together, Joslyn was abandoned before her wedding when her boyfriend chose his first love over her. Then came an unexpected proposal-from Connor, her ex-boyfriend's adoptive father. "Marry me. You'll get everything you want-and you can get back at him." The deal came with its perks: a lavish monthly allowance, abundant resources at her fingertips, a husband who was practically never home, and the sheer pleasure of rubbing her new status in her ex-boyfriend's face. But the distant husband she expected turned possessive instead. While her ex begged publicly for another chance, Connor pulled her into his arms. "Say that again, and you'll be out of the family forever." Only later did Joslyn discover the truth-Connor had spent six years planning to make her his. Believing it was only a beneficial deal, Joslyn agreed. Constant traveling? A complete lie. And the promise that they'd each live their own lives? Another carefully spun deception. On their wedding night, he had her pinned beneath him, his kisses stealing her breath. And night after night, he kept coming home-utterly fixated on her./1/122718/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae746809e936cdf81d1a3fdc82065e2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed by My Husband, Taken by His Billionaire Uncle
After a year of loveless marriage, Olivia had done everything to win her husband's desire, even enduring a mortifying exam because she thought her craving for men was an illness. Then his first love came back, and the truth cut deep: he had saved himself for her. Olivia demanded for a divorce, but he refused and brought her to his powerful uncle. One look made her blood run cold. He was the doctor who had examined every inch of her. "Want revenge?" he whispered, trapping her against the wall. "I'll help you." She kissed him without hesitation. Later, her ex begged, but Olivia smiled. "I'm done wasting time on an impotent man."/1/117309/coverorgin.jpg?v=034a83e0339aa1d065bc0df65014849b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married the Prince While Pregnant
My husband came home overjoyed to announce that we finally had a son. But the mother of the child was his late brother's widow. He claimed it was a noble sacrifice, using his dead brother's frozen samples to carry on the family line. But I had already seen the anonymous photos of them passionately embracing on a hotel balcony. The baby wasn't a clinical procedure; it was the product of their sordid, ongoing affair. When I went to the hospital, I walked in on a picture-perfect family. My mother-in-law swept into the room and pinned the family's priceless Legacy Diamond-a jewel meant only for the rightful wife-onto the illegitimate baby's blanket. She glared at me, mocking my two years of barrenness, and ordered me to wipe the jealous look off my face. A wave of profound disgust washed over me. The entire family had conspired to make a fool out of me. The cruelest irony was the medical report hidden in my purse: my IVF had just succeeded. I was pregnant with his child. But I refused to let my baby become a pawn in their twisted dynastic war. I quietly tore the ultrasound picture into pieces and flushed it down the toilet. Returning home, I put on a mask of heartbreaking disappointment and looked at my cheating husband. "I just want a place to go, in case I'm not welcome here anymore," I whispered. Blinded by guilt, he immediately signed over a multi-million-dollar penthouse solely into my name. He thought he was buying my silence. He didn't know I was building my fortress to ruin him./1/105404/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c3a318487bc37587de38d0646fa9875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten./1/116472/coverorgin.jpg?v=47aa59f8475cfd53316307f4f5031668&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lethal Villainess: Now I'm Their Doom
Evelina gave the Brooks family everything, only to be bled dry and sent to prison for the real heiress's crime. Then a stranger laid the truth before her. She had never been the servant's daughter, and the Brooks family had known all along. Sixteen years of deception. Three years behind bars. It had all been one cruel joke. In a firm voice, she offered herself as his blade-but only as his equal. Once free, she came for every debt. The scheming heiress begged. The Brooks couple fell to their knees. Yet the dangerous man who claimed he only wanted to play kept shielding her instead. "You're mine," he declared, wiping blood from her hand. "And I protect what's mine."/1/106649/coverorgin.jpg?v=b55ff3a1bf4d7bb198689613bf191b01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards./1/107720/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d6583f21b392ea7c76b778b0308381b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable
My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare./1/123894/coverorgin.jpg?v=84bbe99edaa530406ff3a03373a6e228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My One-Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Boss?!
After being set up by her stepsister, Cathleen spent one passionate night with a stranger. By morning, she fled, determined to erase the mistake forever. Instead, she returned home to divorce papers from the husband who had ignored her throughout their three-year marriage. Without hesitation, she signed and chose to begin again. But on her very first day at her new job, she stumbled straight into her powerful boss's arms. The closer she looked, the more familiar he seemed. Could the stranger from that unforgettable night and the man now standing before her be the same person?/1/120257/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0fab50c5094ec394772a417318a93b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, The Tycoon's Unforgettable Obsession
On the day Vivian got the report confirming her husband's cancer, he handed her divorce papers. Everyone thought Vivian was the dying one, and her mother-in-law sneered, "Why waste money if you won't live?" Her husband declared sharply, "She's pregnant. We're done." But the day Vivian signed the divorce, she married a ruthless, untouchable tycoon. As her hidden identities surfaced, he realized she was the woman he had wanted. While the tycoon became obsessed with her, her ex and his family drowned in regret. Vivian only smiled. "You told me to give up treatment? Funny. You're the one who's sick."/1/122164/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a4b1b88d7382cc74820e71d0cb0d809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrath Of The Phoenix: She Came Back From The Ashes
Gracie died in a fire her fake sister Cathy had set, listening as Cathy laughed that her parents, brothers, and fiancé would soon belong to her. Reborn soon after being brought home, Gracie stopped begging for family love and refused to be trampled again. Accused of pushing someone down the stairs? Fine-she'd make it real. Steal her place? Crush her pride? Fine-she'd take back every single thing her fake sister treasured. After taking back her stolen room, she found a hidden phone and uncovered the filth: Cathy had used Gracie's photos to lure rich heirs, including Aiden, the cold, untouchable magnate. If Cathy loved using her looks to charm men and claw her way up the social ladder-then fine. This time, she'd play the game herself. Those men Cathy had collected? She'd reel them all in. So Gracie deleted Aiden's contact and waited for him to return and swear to protect her forever./1/122871/coverorgin.jpg?v=848dce601e527923225109d4c7570fdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
They Mocked Me, Unaware I'm The Trillionaire's Treasure
After a single blind date, Coralie impulsively married a complete stranger. Expecting nothing more than a quiet, ordinary marriage, she was surprised to discover her new husband was endlessly attentive and refused to leave her side. Even more mysteriously, every crisis she faced seemed to disappear the moment he stepped in, though he always brushed it off as pure coincidence. Then everything changed when she watched a televised interview with the world's most influential billionaire. The powerful man on the screen had the exact same face as the husband sleeping beside her!/1/112885/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f89f9aa5575fef2797c90ec3c631a8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride For The Comatose Billionaire
After surviving twenty-one years in a brutal orphanage, I finally returned to my billionaire biological family with the silver pocket watch that proved my identity. But my relatives didn't care about me; they only loved Corie, the fake daughter who had stolen my life after our mothers switched us during a hospital fire. On my very first day home, the family faced total ruin over a thirty billion dollar debt. The creditors demanded a Dunlap daughter marry their comatose, vegetative heir to settle the score. Without a second thought, my grandmother and uncle pointed their fingers at me. They claimed Corie was too delicate and precious to spend her life nursing a corpse with a heartbeat. "You're used to hardship and deprivation," my grandmother sneered, demanding I fulfill my so-called family obligation to save them all. I looked at these strangers who had ignored my existence for two decades, expecting me to sacrifice my future just so a thief could keep enjoying my stolen wealth. They thought they were tossing an unwanted orphan into a living hell. But when I saw the medical file of the comatose heir, a cold thrill ran through my veins. It was Andres Gillespie. The man who had taken my innocence during a mountain storm four years ago, and the secret father of my hidden twins. I calmly set down my coffee cup and smiled at my arrogant family. "I'll do it. I'll marry him."/1/117686/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41dedbd48458fd978afdd8a53b499c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
Isabel returned to her penthouse after a grueling seventeen-hour flight, only to be greeted by the cloying scent of another woman's perfume. Her husband of three years, Darius, sat waiting with divorce papers. He wanted to marry his mistress, Dove, and offered Isabel a measly one million dollars, treating her like a greedy charity case from the Rust Belt who should just take the payout and vanish. But Isabel didn't want his pity. She demanded the four percent equity stake in his family's company that she rightfully owned—a stake worth 1.5 billion dollars. When she revealed this, the wealthy family turned vicious. They refused to acknowledge that she had secretly saved their empire from bankruptcy years ago. Instead, Darius and Dove orchestrated a brutal public execution. They ambushed her at a top law firm, spreading malicious lies that her investment money was stolen from a Ponzi scheme. They even hired a fake victim to scream at her in the lobby, successfully terrifying Isabel's lawyer into dropping her case on the spot. She had quietly rescued their entire legacy, yet they were willing to frame her as a criminal and destroy her life just to keep her rightful billions. As Darius and his mistress gloated over her absolute ruin, the most ruthless and feared lawyer in New York suddenly stepped in front of Isabel, his voice cutting through the dead silence. "Your case, I'll take it."/0/92611/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecd6c1dbaa6bd7adcd60f7e08dc5c829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession
For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."/1/107820/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e86399a40b4939055e49bc447825466&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return
I went to the City Clerk's office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk's pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray's text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we're done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray's life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world./1/121810/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d3c7410894db3653d43fda879744bcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Wife? I Married His Worst Enemy
Madelynn devoted three years to Isaac, only to be discarded the moment his first love returned. Realizing she had been nothing more than a substitute, she walked away without regret. Everyone expected her life to fall apart, until her hidden identities shocked the world. The legendary mentor behind countless prodigies, a woman admired by global elites, and someone even powerful leaders sought, she was far beyond Isaac's reach. As Isaac desperately begged for another chance, Madelynn married his greatest rival Dominick instead, leaving him with nothing but endless regret and unanswered longing. Madelynn rolled her eyes. "Please. Stop flattering yourself. Dominick is my darling, my sweetheart, my one true love!" Isaac cornered her, jealousy burning in his eyes. "Madelynn, you're only doing this to get under my skin. You still care about me."/1/124669/coverorgin.jpg?v=99cd20ef56c6811c06bbd42287c1c57e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison To Prominence: Too Late, Ex-Hubby
Framed by her stepsister and husband, Emma was cast aside by her family and sent to prison to protect their precious name. Behind bars, she endured hell and gave birth to a daughter. Released with nothing, the once-famous celebrity lawyer swore never to see her ex again, only to end up cleaning for a living while he relentlessly tormented her. Then her daughter's identity exploded across high society. Emma ran, rebuilt her life, and drew a crowd of admirers. Her ex finally panicked. "Please, look at me again! Our daughter needs her father!" Emma pointed to the suitors behind her. "Get in line!"/0/73883/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d6648a2866aafa919b160ad5a001afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back./1/120259/coverorgin.jpg?v=e59a58d6c561f62a7203241c8354b1b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
