Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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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./1/114581/coverorgin.jpg?v=100d45b7fd9fe27f4cee57b7ce745c11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon
Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie-an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse./1/110901/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef824f8e74525d02a808de96a1088564&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix Of Ruin: My Second Life Comes With A Better Man
Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress. After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay. She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family. Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon. When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you."/1/109886/coverorgin.jpg?v=11866cd7ae1a2e1b2a373b6ca96c7dc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
"Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life." He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him. When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents. The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory. When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!"/1/120274/coverorgin.jpg?v=61d54c1d29cfa683ef2b516fea372434&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Cold Heir: Watch Me Rise
Elena Bailey’s marriage to billionaire heir Barrett Harding had never been a love story. It was a cold arrangement wrapped in diamonds, a beautiful ceremony with no marriage inside it. After months abroad, Barrett returned to New York with a lavish yacht party, champagne, cameras, and socialites hanging on his arm. Everyone knew the Harding heir was back. Everyone except his wife. When Barrett finally came home, he treated Elena like an unwanted inconvenience. At a formal family dinner, he humiliated her in front of his parents, and they watched with cold approval, as if his wife were worth less than the servants who whispered about her behind her back. Then, later that night, he pulled over beside a dark highway exit, unclipped her seatbelt, and ordered her out of his car so he could go meet another woman. That was when Elena finally stopped begging for a marriage that had never existed. But one question refused to leave her alone. If the Hardings despised her so much, why had they insisted Barrett marry her in the first place? When Elena confronted her mother-in-law, the always-composed Eleanor Harding finally cracked. “Name your price, Elena. How much will it take for you to sign the NDA and disappear quietly?” Then Eleanor pushed an eight-figure check across the table. Elena looked at the money and understood the truth. She had never been the lucky orphan who married into power. She had been chosen. Used. Buried inside a secret rotten enough to terrify one of New York’s most untouchable families. So Elena walked away from the money, ordered her lawyer to serve the divorce papers, and made herself a promise. She would uncover the truth. And when she was done, the Harding empire would burn./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."/0/86395/coverorgin.jpg?v=55bb4b33b13d15db79b49aea662af755&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."/1/119867/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d297569aa3ba4887f50b2d12c7bf366&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ugly Wife's Glorious Comeback
Rosalie was the neglected, unwanted "ugly duckling" of the family, while her stepsister was both beautiful and talented-and on the verge of marrying Damian, the darling of high society and heir to the most powerful family. Everyone worshipped her stepsister and treated Rosalie like dirt. Isabelle, in particular, was arrogant and condescending. "Rosalie, you'll always be beneath me!" she sneered. But on the day of the wedding, to everyone's shock, it was Rosalie who walked down the aisle in a stunning wedding gown. Isabelle, in turn, became the laughingstock of the town. The entire city was buzzing with shock. How could this be? No one believed that Damian would ever fall for someone like Rosalie-a so-called "useless and ugly" outcast. Everyone assumed it was only a matter of time before she was kicked out. Yet, as time went on, Rosalie didn't fade into obscurity; instead, she dazzled the world. She was a medical genius, a financial magnate, a prodigy in artifact appraisal, and even the AI pioneer. One revelation after another left her critics utterly speechless. Her family was filled with regret, and even her ex came crawling back, begging for her love. But before Rosalie could even reject him outright, she was thrust back into the limelight. Damian posted a stunning photo of her, which sent her straight to the top of the trending topics!/1/107488/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5c00c2889a2c7185e5bfbb21ab53584&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire
The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."/1/114440/coverorgin.jpg?v=efcbbc58be65c2d91d2c4581edc8548e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Jackpot Husband: I Won The Richest Man Alive
On the day she was meant to marry, Alana's fiancé ran off with another woman without any warning at all. Left with no choice, she entered a random matching system and was paired with a supposedly poor driver. Mocked by her ex and his new wife, she only laughed. "Regret? Not a chance." Everyone thought she was delusional. Until the day of her company's global celebration, when her "broke" husband stepped onto the stage under the spotlight, holding a rare diamond ring. "My dearest wife, it's my turn to take care of you." Only then did she realize-she had married the richest man alive!/0/87013/coverorgin.jpg?v=03a545cda7f62154e8e6e3fea8e07fc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once./1/114003/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9f9048a34e5274a5639377bb7c955a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wild Heiress, Tamed Billionaire
When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing-no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test-and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."/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./0/71279/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e49a76b6b5eef1f9b662f77b9729717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."/1/110647/coverorgin.jpg?v=29beacffc0e96b8cfd2210bc9ec24044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Trophy Wife, The Apex Predator
My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."/1/120586/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b50ab1671d7025bc03a112eb37c2749&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Broke Husband Is A Hidden Tycoon
For ten years, I was nothing but an ATM for my abusive adoptive family. To buy my freedom, I agreed to a bizarre marriage of convenience with a complete stranger in exchange for a $150,000 dowry. I threw the check at my greedy adoptive parents, severed all ties, and walked out, thinking my nightmare was finally over. But my new husband, Aidan, dragged me to a shabby, run-down apartment in Brooklyn, claiming he was just a struggling freelancer. He looked at me with pure disgust, utterly convinced I was a shameless gold digger, and openly mocked my secret career as a romance novelist. "What is it, a how-to guide for marrying rich?" He treated me like a parasite, yet he threw tantrums over instant ramen and wore luxurious silk pajamas that cost more than our rent. To make matters worse, my adoptive brother Leo, who harbored a dark, obsessive desire for me because we shared no blood, was actively hunting me down. I felt completely trapped. I didn't understand why my biological parents had abandoned me to the Kowalskis' hell in the first place. And I understood even less why my supposedly broke husband would casually slap down an exclusive, solid black credit card at Target when I couldn't afford our groceries. Who exactly was the man I had married? Realizing my new husband was hiding a massive secret and my obsessive brother was closing in, I refused to be a victim again. I was going to uncover Aidan's true identity, and this time, I would be the one writing the rules./1/114374/coverorgin.jpg?v=619a76b36a73acfd17c1259149e5277b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Savior He Threw Away
Diana slipped on the penthouse stairs, her body emptying out as she miscarried her first baby. Gasping in a pool of her own blood, she called her husband, Curtis, begging for an ambulance. "Stop being dramatic and call the house doctor. I don't have time for your tantrums right now." He coldly hung up, and later forced her to put on a diamond necklace and attend a high-society dinner while she was actively losing their child. At the party, his mother and sister publicly mocked her pale face, while Curtis watched with absolute disgust. When she finally collapsed, he dragged her to his car, only to kick her out and abandon her on a freezing, dark highway in the middle of the night. His mistress, Carla, had faked a panic attack and claimed she was bleeding too, so he rushed to the hospital to comfort his lover, leaving his wife to bleed out on the asphalt. For three years, Diana had endured this hell, believing she had trapped him into marriage to save her father's dying company. She couldn't understand how Curtis could worship a manipulative fraud who stole the credit for saving his life years ago, while treating his real wife like garbage. But after surviving the night, Diana discovered the devastating truth: her father had willingly gone to federal prison just to buy her the protection of the Alston family name. Stripped of her illusions, Diana signed the divorce papers, giving up every single penny. She was done being their silent victim. It was time to remind them exactly who Diana Wilcox was./0/85678/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a207a63cd0a42212d96a5e751493e4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen
Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."/1/121816/coverorgin.jpg?v=13c08e65be0ed1b33adeadff823e8246&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wives, Swapped Husbands
In her previous life, Ashlyn married Simon. Outwardly, they were an admired power couple. Behind closed doors, however, she was nothing more than a pawn for him. Her tragic end came when she was driven to her death. Meanwhile, her stepsister Valerie married Dylan. But her husband soon left with his true love, leaving her to endure a loveless marriage. Ultimately, her life spiraled into ruin, ending in disgrace and tragedy. Now, after rebirth, the sisters had been given a second chance. Valerie, desperate to replicate Ashlyn's glory, married Simon. But little did she know, she unwittingly walked into a tragic life, suffering in Ashlyn's place. Ashlyn, on the other hand, entered a contract marriage with Dylan. Yet when danger approached, Dylan shielded her protectively. In this tangled web of swapped marriages and rebirth, could Ashlyn break free from the chains of her past life and embrace a new life that overturned her tragic fate?/1/119865/coverorgin.jpg?v=949e8899b358a13d948fe57e411a9113&imageMogr2/format/webp)
