Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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You Live the Rest of Your Life on Your Own
On the day Colby married Ruben the heir to the Gibson Group, not a single member of the Gibson family attended the wedding to offer their blessings. Only Brenda, Ruben's grandmother, made a phone call to her. "Want to make a bet? If, by the third year, you both are still in love, I will persuade the Gibson family to accept you. On the contrary, you must leave Ruben, and I will find him a woman whose family status aligns better with his." Colby agreed confidently. Ruben loved her as if his life depended on it, even willing to cut off his family for her. How could their love not last three years? But she never anticipated that in the third year of their marriage, Ruben would betray her./0/83389/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8b50f8f0011665e3bfa6fbd9a001303&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Wanted 50/50, She Took 100%
My six-figure tech career was just wiped out, leaving me, four months pregnant, vulnerable and reeling. But nothing prepared me for the chilling "family budget meeting" called by my husband, Kevin, and his mother, Brenda. They proposed a draconian 50/50 split of every expense, from utilities to groceries, and even my pregnancy and delivery costs. Worse, they demanded I pay Brenda $2,500 monthly for her non-existent "household management" services, effectively turning her into a tenant I funded. Then Kevin delivered the gut punch: any extra cost for a C-section would be "my body's issue," my financial responsibility alone. My stomach churned, not from morning sickness, but from the chilling realization that my husband and his mother saw me not as a partner or a parent, but as a walking ATM and a mere incubator. The air in the room felt toxic. My entire being, my baby, my potential medical needs-all reduced to heartless figures on a spreadsheet. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, and his own mother, demonstrate such ruthless greed and absolute disregard for my well-being? Every hidden red flag from our relationship now screamed in my ear. They watched me, triumphant smiles on their faces, as I calmly agreed to their outrageous terms. But they had no idea. They wanted to play with spreadsheets? Fine. A cold, steel clarity washed over me. The deal wasn't off; it was just about to be rewritten – by me./1/103505/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bccbdb5c5448143ff7790f09ef5b35e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming the Empire
At the family banquet welcoming the return of the true daughter, my wealthy adoptive parents publicly announced that I should transfer the shares in my name to the "wronged" true daughter. All the guests praised my parents for their fairness and congratulated the true daughter on her hardships finally coming to an end. Relatives gathered around to persuade me. "You enjoyed twenty years of wealth that should have belonged to her. Giving up the shares is the right thing to do. You should know how to be grateful." My husband Javier Andrews, married to me for only half a year, also stepped forward and gently advised me. "Michelle, this originally belonged to your sister. Give it back to her. From now on, I'll take care of you." Everyone praised him for his deep affection and commended my adoptive parents for their justice, waiting for me to put on a show of sisterly love. Instead, I picked up the red wine from the table, walked over to the pitiful-looking true daughter, and smiling, poured the wine over her head. The entire room erupted in shock. My adoptive father, Kaiden Walsh, trembled with rage, pointing at me and cursing. "You ungrateful wretch!" Javier looked utterly disappointed. "Are you really that jealous of her? Do you have to make such an ugly scene?" I casually set down the empty glass and said lightly. "Ugly? I think this color suits her quite well."/0/36993/coverorgin.jpg?v=9567a839e47ee06a6388cfe86fd1f2e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresistible To My Glamorous Ex-wife
Before the divorce, everyone thought that Belinda was just a housewife who was good at nothing. Even her then-husband, Russell, believed this. However, after the divorce, it was soon revealed that she was the eldest daughter of the Lindfield family. She was proficient in not only designing, but she was also a shrewd businesswoman who knew how to turn a profit. She had several brothers who doted on her. Various handsome men chased after her, determined to win her heart. When she crossed paths with Russell again, she lifted her chin proudly and asked, "Do you regret divorcing me?" Russell replied, "Yes. How about remarrying me?”/0/60678/coverorgin.jpg?v=59aa6ed7993d882da242eecb66f8b426&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beneath the surfaces
ays struggled to make ends meet, working multiple jobs to support her adoptive grandmother, Alice. But when she witnesses a fatal accident, her life takes an unexpected turn. In exchange for changing her statement, Ariana is offered a place at a prestigious private school, where she is thrust into a world of privilege and mystery. As she navigates the elite academy, Ariana uncovers dark secrets tied to the death of a student named Leilani Thompson who died pregnant. What she discovers beneath the surface will change her life forever, intertwining her fate with dangerous truths and forbidden love./1/115510/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dec661a4921cc2ae7836189a2418ad9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Deadly Surrogate Trap
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen. Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check at Blaire's bleeding face, calling her a calculating gold digger. That night, Blaire overheard a conversation in the family study that shattered her entire reality. "Once she gives birth to the Lane family's seed, we'll stage an accident, drain her blood, and transplant her healthy heart into your chest." Her adoptive mother and Danita were celebrating the success of their trap. She wasn't an adopted daughter; she was a living organ bank and a disposable surrogate. Even her adoptive brother, Calhoun, knew everything, trapping her in the dark hallways with a sick, possessive obsession to ensure she never escaped. The horrific truth suffocated her. The family that had taken her in had raised her like livestock for slaughter. How could they smile at her every day while planning to carve out her heart? Terrified but burning with a desperate will to survive, Blaire swallowed a Plan B pill to ruin their surrogate plot and fled the estate. To get the money and power she needed to crush her adoptive family, she pulled out Kamryn Lane's business card. This time, she would make a deal with the devil./0/84363/coverorgin.jpg?v=98688aaa97e4b81475bf19ae096c6e2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Penance, Her Peace: The Quiet Atonement
The day my son, Leo, was born, my $50,000 life savings, carefully scraped together since I aged out of foster care, vanished. My boyfriend, Ethan, Leo' s father, convinced me to transfer every penny for his "European residency," a supposed investment in our future. Hours after Leo' s birth, hormonal and exhausted, I foolishly gave him my nest egg, believing his promises of a brighter tomorrow for our new family. But then, Leo was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, needing immediate, experimental treatment costing hundreds of thousands. When I begged Ethan for the money back, his handsome face twisted with contempt, claiming it was "invested" and gone. He scoffed, accused me of trying to "trap him financially," then threw the few hundred dollars he had at me, humiliating me in front of our landlord. After our son tragically died in my arms in a public hospital, I found Ethan celebrating, buying an expensive sculpture with a wealthy old flame. That' s when I overheard the sickening truth: my love, my life, my son's existence, had all been a twisted, cruel bet to him. What kind of monster would gamble with a new mother' s love and a baby' s life? Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he kicked me, slamming me against a table, sending Leo' s fragile ashes spilling across the floor. That very kick stole my ability to ever have another child, leaving me with nothing but the dust of my son and a searing rage. Broken but alive, I eventually built a new life, found true love, and against all odds, conceived a new child. But the real question is, what became of the man who took everything from me, and can true redemption ever be found after such monstrous betrayals?/1/124595/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ec93b2e21fbfd269e9a51a55daed15f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife's Secret Double Life
Kate's two-year marriage to billionaire Iverson Russo was nothing but a cold business transaction to save her family from ruin. The fragile illusion shattered when she discovered his lie. While he claimed to be in an urgent board meeting, a leaked photo proved he was actually escorting her "perfect" sister, Wendy, into a luxury hotel. When Kate packed her bags and demanded a divorce, Iverson didn't even bother to explain. Instead, he coldly dialed her father on speakerphone. "The next time she mentions divorce, the Mathis Group will be wiped off the map, and you will spend the rest of your life in prison." Without hesitation, her father offered Kate up as a sacrifice, begging Iverson to punish her however he saw fit. To silence her, Iverson casually tossed a million-dollar diamond watch at her feet. "This is for your trouble." Kate stared at the shattered diamonds on the floor, her heart turning to ash. She had given up her dreams and dignity for this family, only to be betrayed by her sister, abandoned by her father, and held hostage by a cruel husband. She locked herself in the bedroom, her tears drying into an icy resolve. Pulling a hidden laptop from the bottom drawer, she turned it on. The screen flickered to life, displaying the login page of a massive, anonymous online empire. She typed in her username: VelvetAcid./1/131084/coverorgin.jpg?v=363737ab7e06e9c46a977a80dfc2946c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Heiress: Waking My Comatose Billionaire
Elodie was finally called back from a remote Montana convent by her biological family, the wealthy Cunningham dynasty. But the moment she arrived, her brother slammed a medical folder onto the table, forcing her to take the place of their adopted sister in a cursed, lethal marriage. The adopted darling, Amira, had deliberately faked a coma just to dodge marrying Damian Steele—a billionaire heir who had been poisoned and was currently brain-dead. To protect their precious fake daughter, the Cunninghams threw their real bloodline to the wolves. Her brother forced Elodie to sign a full legal severance, expunging her from the family registry and liquidating her trust. He sneered, claiming that when Damian finally died, she wouldn't even have a family to collect her corpse. "Once you cross that threshold, don't you dare come crawling back when you're begging on the streets." It was utterly laughable. Her own family had discarded her for a theatrical fraud, eagerly waiting for her to be swallowed whole by the ruthless Steele estate. They genuinely believed she was just a helpless, feral country girl sent to sit beside a coffin. What they didn't know was that Elodie was actually "Kite," a mythical, god-tier physician from the dark web. Stepping into the billionaire's master suite, she locked out the assassins, pulled out her silver needles, and woke the lethal, comatose groom. Now, with the deadliest man in Manhattan by her side, it was time to bankrupt the family that threw her away./0/84039/coverorgin.jpg?v=e351566d6a6947f063614f4951b11619&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison Bars to Platinum Stars
The blue and red lights flashed, and the wail of the siren cut through the Nashville night. My husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face a mask of concern, but his eyes were cold as he painted me a dangerous, jealous woman. The police officer' s notepad was out, a white sheet covered something on the road, and my vintage Mustang was mangled. "No," I whispered, "I wasn't driving. Sabrina was." But Ethan smiled, whispering a chilling confession: "You're pregnant, you see. You get... confused." He twisted my pain into a weapon, using my own history against me, and I was thrown into a nightmare of accusations. My biological parents, the Clarks, disowned me, my "sister" Sabrina watched with a triumphant smirk, and soon I was signing a confession, my only hope to save my unborn child from the ordeal of a trial. I ended up in prison, losing everything-my freedom, my reputation, my child. Every day was a fight, and my only solace was writing songs, pouring my betrayal and injustice onto paper. I even built a fragile connection with a music blogger, a lifeline in my despair. Yet, after my early release, when I returned home, I found Ethan and Sabrina celebrating, living the life I'd lost. Then came the ultimate betrayal: Sabrina abusing Melody, the sight igniting a forgotten fury. And just when I clawed my way back, building a tentative connection with my estranged daughter, Ethan, the man who claimed to love me, orchestrated the theft of my life's work-my entire album, proudly debuted by Sabrina. He wanted me broken, dependent, stripped of everything. Why would he push me to this absolute edge? What dark twisted game was he truly playing? One thing became brutally clear: I wouldn't just survive; I would fight back, not for answers to his madness, but to burn his world down and reclaim my daughter, my music, and my name./0/81119/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a2add673a1eb77201ab7494e4f7f1e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ice Queen's Vengeance
I was Elara "Ellie" Vance, America's golden girl of figure skating, with the Olympics just within reach. My whole life, and my Grandma Rose's dream, was about to come true. Tonight was the final synchronized skating practice, where the Olympic roster would be finalized. But my boyfriend, Ethan, and my rival, Tiffany Hayes, had other plans. First, they conspired to lock me in a storage room, making me miss the team cut. Then, on a secluded track, Ethan, at Tiffany's cruel urging, brought a heavy discus down on my leg, shattering my Olympic dream forever. As I lay broken, Tiffany called my beloved Grandma Rose, taunting her with graphic photos of my injury. The shock of their malicious cruelty caused my grandmother to have a fatal heart attack, leaving me utterly alone. Ethan then helped Tiffany swiftly cremate her body, eliminating any evidence of their vile act, while the media slandered me, accusing me of my own downfall and even provoking my grandma' s death. My life, my legacy, my family – all brutally ripped away by the people I thought loved me, twisted by their lies and narcissistic manipulation. How could the man I loved, my "angel," engineer such a monstrous plot? I was an athlete, a granddaughter, now a broken shell, framed and publicly shamed. The injustice was suffocating, leaving me gasping for air. Yet, just as I stood on the brink of despair, a powerful, unexpected figure burst through the venomous media circus – Marcus Thorne, Ethan' s estranged billionaire uncle, my unlikely savior. He was the key to unlocking the truth, and he created the first real opening for my relentless pursuit of justice./1/113564/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bb11511777065a00980b5d10f4943be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Love: The Genius's Revenge
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room. Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her. At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister. When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death. Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop. Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed. "I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused." She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear. "My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened." As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began./0/81768/coverorgin.jpg?v=b269aa1481040033afdd647de37eab08&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Switched at Birth
When I went to the hospital to celebrate my sister-in-law's birth. I witnessed someone quietly switching my niece with another baby. I secretly switched my niece back while she was gone. Eighteen years later, a little girl with a mournful face knocked on my villa. She said with a choked voice, "Mom and Dad, I'm your real daughter!/0/88906/coverorgin.jpg?v=b226d9899835df8734a86755c480c677&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Philanthropist's Daughter, The Traitor's Wife
Five years ago, my parents, philanthropists who lost everything in a financial crisis, were framed for fraud and died with their names destroyed. My fiancé, Jaydan Beasley, was my only light, my savior, defying everyone to stand by me. Today, I spent my last twenty dollars on roses for him, celebrating our love, unaware that the man I adored was systematically stealing my life's work-a social impact project meant to redeem my family's name-and funneling it to his old flame, Cuba Dawson. I overheard him, his voice chillingly unfamiliar, confessing his deceit to his best friend. He called me "fragile," "trusting," a "charity case," and revealed our entire marriage was a calculated strategy to pave the way for Cuba's success. The roses slipped from my hand, my world shattering. He had meticulously planned to discard me once Cuba's company went public, leaving me with nothing, again. The man I thought was my protector was, in fact, my destroyer, turning my milestones into markers of his betrayal. The love I felt curdled into a cold, hard rage. He had taken everything-my family's name, my work, my love. But he had no idea who he was dealing with. I would make them pay. I would take it all back./0/85013/coverorgin.jpg?v=1822cfe4652b3512a2ae16b18e50d035&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Cruelty, His Quiet Fury
The scent of charcoal and happy laughter perfectly painted our Saturday afternoon, a beacon of the quiet life I' d built for my daughter, Lily, after everything we' d been through. Suddenly, a black sports car screeched into our driveway, and my wife' s brother, Leo, stormed into our backyard, followed by two thuggish friends. He sneered, mocking my life, calling me a "freeloader" and a "parasite," even striking me. My wife, Sarah, appeared, but instead of defending our terrified Lily, she sided with her brother, calling me a "failure" and demanding I leave. Lily, hyperventilating from fear, whimpered, "Mommy... please... make them stop," but Sarah dismissed it, her eyes fixed on Leo. How could the woman I' d sacrificed everything for, the mother of my child, choose this violence, this betrayal, this cruelty? In that shattering moment, as Sarah chose her vile brother over our trembling daughter, I knew I had to unleash the man I' d buried for ten years./0/73333/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a5864a4c1180dfe9b4961c306ecd1f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cupid In Disguise: Winning My Baby Twin's Mommy Back
A fierce fire once devoured Kiera's affection for Colton. Five years later, she stormed back, vowing to reclaim her dignity. Unbeknownst to her, her mischievous son had an even sharper sense of vengeance. With wide-eyed innocence, the little one approached Colton. “Sir, could you help me, please?” he asked sweetly, only to pull a cunning prank. On another day, Colton found his room occupied. “Hey, kid, this is my space,” he said. With a pout, the little one replied, “But I want to sleep with Mommy.” Desperate to win Kiera's heart again, Colton soon realized his fiercest rival wore tiny shoes. /0/84040/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c384056703be1cbff7269afa0d44f85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dog's Vengeance: An Heiress Returns
For five years, my best friend Elyse and I hid our elite identities, pouring our hearts and our immense resources into building my boyfriend Ethan and his brother Wesley' s media empire. Then, just as success was within reach, Ethan's voice, devoid of all warmth, flatly demanded my entire life savings, mirroring the cold betrayal he and his new socialite partner, Sabrina, launched against us. The final blow came when Wesley cruelly sold our beloved dog, Buddy, to a research lab for mere cash, an act of sheer barbarity that forced Elyse to stage her own death to escape their clutches and activate her family' s power. How could these men, whom we believed in and loved, dismiss us as simple baristas, exploit our hidden connections, and then destroy everything we held dear, even celebrating our presumed tragedy for their gain? But as they boasted of their triumphs and prepared to conquer Washington D.C., little did they know the "barista" they thought they'd destroyed was merely shedding her disguise, a powerful Heiress now returning to her home turf, ready to unleash a vengeance they could never comprehend./0/74631/coverorgin.jpg?v=ceab236a5e01f9a4e65d13bafa492367&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Second Husband Was An Untouchable Tycoon?!
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile. Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could. Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together./1/113565/coverorgin.jpg?v=22e84f4c4b8b9805e4a01d4157d0a2f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
