Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Broken Canvas, Unbroken Spirit Rises
I had just sold my entire art collection, a massive sum that was supposed to be our new beginning. I couldn't wait to see the look on my husband Axel's face. But when he walked through the door, he didn't see a successful artist. He saw a cheater. "Who did you sleep with for that money?" he spat, his words fueled by his mother's poison. His rage exploded. He tore my studio apart, shredding my life's work. Then he turned on me, kicking my pregnant belly until I miscarried our child on the floor of my ruined dreams. As I lay there, bleeding and broken, a call came from the fertility clinic. The paternity test was positive. The baby he had just killed was his own. He fell to his knees, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. But the man I married was gone. He had destroyed my art, my mother, and my child. Now, it was my turn to destroy him./1/100283/coverorgin.jpg?v=78accfeb6ad9532e834ede44dc426138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married At Gunpoint: The Mafia Boss Chose Me
Riley Collins had never planned on an arranged marriage, but family duty-and the desperate need to save her comatose younger sister-pushed her to the altar. Halfway through the vows, her fiancé's identical twin burst in, claiming he was the real groom now. A gunshot split the air, guests dove for cover, and Luca Black dragged Riley off, ordering his brother dumped in the back row to watch their wedding. When the night came to its end, she wore a ring from the twin who ran a criminal empire, a man with her groom's face but a darker soul, and nothing about her life felt safe again./0/83075/coverorgin.jpg?v=ade98cc850e83748d7961fade94e7a99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Chef Who Refused to Break
Sarah Miller was the golden child of the Culinary Institute of America Prime, her perfect knife cuts and innovative dishes earning her an easy path to culinary stardom. Then, out of nowhere, Brittany, the clumsy, struggling student, presented a dish that was not just extraordinary, but impossibly perfect, far beyond her capabilities. My own critically acclaimed duck was overshadowed, then my skills mysteriously vanished, causing me to fumble even the simplest techniques. Dean Antoine, my mentor, publicly accused me of fraud, expelling me from the prestigious CIAP in front of baffled critics. I was left broken, my career ruined, cleaning grease traps in a rundown diner, while Brittany became a national sensation. How could her sudden genius be so flawless, so familiar, borrowing my very ideas before I could even develop them? Was I going crazy, or was this calculated? Then I remembered the tiny, almost invisible blinking device Brittany wore. A cold realization hit me: her "genius" wasn't her own; it was stolen. Whatever it was, it was also actively draining me. They wanted me gone, but they had awakened something far more dangerous: a chef who understood true skill wasn't about flashy tricks, it was about rock-solid fundamentals, and I would master every single one to expose the truth and reclaim my name./1/113111/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe21e4e5a8945ed6d5e6415ab821e1bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Partner Who Stole My Life
For fifteen years, I sacrificed everything for Innovatech, the tech company my partner Grayson and I built from nothing. I lived on a shoestring budget, believing every penny saved was a step toward our shared future. Then a property deed for a mansion arrived, addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Carrillo. The Mrs. wasn't me. I found him with his secret wife, Kacey. The truth unraveled: a six-year affair, a secret marriage, and a baby on the way. He had gaslit me into living frugally while using my sweat equity to fund her lavish lifestyle. He claimed he did it for me that he married a younger woman to carry a child because I was getting older. My entire life with him, my sacrifices, my love it was all a calculated deception. But he forgot one thing: the betrayal clause in our company's founding documents. I took everything. The company. The money. The future he stole from me. He thought losing his fortune was his punishment. He was wrong. Because for the next fifteen years, he did everything to win me back. Letters. Billboard apologies. A bestselling memoir. A scholarship in my name. Even a café across from my office, hoping I'd walk in. I never did. And on the night I received my Lifetime Achievement Award, he appeared on stage with one last letter. I took it. I read it. Then I tore it into pieces and let them fall at his feet. Some betrayals can never be forgiven. Some loves can never be reclaimed. This is the story of how he spent a lifetime learning that lesson./0/85891/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9d72e5d28184156d0b5846402d6ca63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Landlord’s Game of Control
Mr. Henderson' s smile, wide and greasy, never reached his eyes. "What is it now, Sarah?" he' d asked, after ignoring my pleas for two weeks to fix the heater in my drafty apartment. He dismissed the strange, sweet smell coming from the vents as just an "old building" problem, scoffing that "You women are always worried about something." But the real insult came when my 72-year-old mother, who' d arrived for the holidays, collapsed, pale and confused, her words slurring, from what I suspected was that very smell. "She' s probably faking it to get some attention," Henderson sneered when I banged on his door in a panic, calling for an ambulance. "You' re a single mom, right? Always struggling. Maybe this is some kind of scheme to get a discount on your rent. A sick old mother, a dangerous apartment. It' s a classic." His cruelty hit me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling and powerless as paramedics wheeled my barely conscious mother from our apartment, declaring the CO levels "off the charts" and the place a "death trap." My mother was fighting for her life in the ICU, while Henderson was on the phone, his voice warm and accommodating, promising to immediately fix a torn window screen for "my best tenant," Dave. "Are you serious?" I whispered, trembling with fury. "You' re going to fix his window screen right now, but you couldn' t be bothered to fix the heater that almost killed my mother?" His voice dropped, menacing. "That\'s none of your business. Dave is a model tenant. He understands how things work. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him." He hung up, confident in his power over "hysterical women." But as my mother' s doctor grimly told me she was being moved to the ICU, and I recalled every ignored complaint, every dismissal, every woman Henderson had mocked and endangered, the helplessness burned away, replaced by a roaring, determined rage. He thought I was just an emotional woman. He was about to find out just how hysterical I could be./1/103412/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bfa3b995d81f173be87a7dba08d1ce1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secretly Cherished: From Forgotten Bride To The Mafia Boss's Queen
After three years of marriage, Ashley had only seen her so-called husband twice. The first was for their marriage registration, just before she left for her overseas studies, barely exchanging a handful of words. The second was at the chaotic scene of a car accident-she saved the injured underworld boss, never realizing he was her legal husband beneath the blood and confusion. As his personal doctor, Ashley kept hearing stories about his unwavering devotion and extravagant gifts to his beloved wife, never suspecting she was that woman. On divorce day, everything changed forever. She was shocked to discover that her aloof boss was actually her husband!/0/86204/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f14ac708615e35f0a597831f2128cd5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, Her Son, His Lie
The silence in our living room was heavy, broken only by my ragged breathing. On the coffee table, a single photograph lay between us: my wife, Chloe Davis, holding a child, a man I' d never seen before, Alex Reed, his arm possessively around them. The anonymous email was simple: "Everything you believe is a lie." I stared at Chloe, my wife of five years, the celebrity I had helped build, the woman I loved with every fiber of my being, as she calmly confessed. "His name is Alex Reed. And that' s our son, Noah." Their son. The son I was told I could never have. The pain I had carried for us, the infertility I had accepted as my truth, was nothing but a calculated cover story. Her mother, Eleanor, rushed to my side, not to comfort me, but to smooth things over, to sell me on a lifetime of complicity. "Ethan, you know you can' t have children. This has happened. What' s the point of making a scene? Be a father to the boy. It' s a blessing in disguise, really." The sheer audacity, the cold dismissal of my pain and betrayal, left me speechless. Chloe, the woman I thought I knew, looked at me with chilling pragmatism. "It' s the most practical solution, Ethan. We can keep Alex and Noah hidden. This can just be our secret." My entire marriage, a lie. My love, a tool. My supposed brokenness, a convenient cover for her betrayal. The devastation burned away all confusion, leaving behind a stark clarity. "No," I said, quiet but final. Chloe blinked, as if the concept was foreign. "I want a divorce." Then came the storm. Not from Chloe, but from a social media post crafted by Eleanor, turning me into the villain. "Some people can't handle a strong woman. Chloe deserves a man who can give her a real family." My fabricated infertility, their weapon. The woman I sacrificed everything for had joined her mother and her secret family to paint me as the inadequate, abusive monster. They thought I was weak. They were wrong. My fingers, no longer trembling, found my phone. "I need to file for divorce. And I want to be prepared for a fight."/0/63990/coverorgin.jpg?v=71750998cc5fca9105e8d8ab6056a347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Post-Breakup Bliss: Spoiled by CEO
Source: When Howard was kissing his secretary, I handed him a room card. His brothers cheered, "Sister-in-law has great poise." Howard gave a sarcastic look and said, "Chu Yu, you've become so understanding." I left calmly. Just as I closed the door, Song Ran called, sounding aggrieved. "You gave him the room card, so what about us?" I gently reassured him, "He just mentioned that the Cullinan has a starlight ceiling; let's give it a try tonight." Target:/0/85109/coverorgin.jpg?v=f37bd24cfd5754bb831c9369c973f79b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scarred By a Simple Purchase
The emerald silk dress was my quiet celebration, a well-deserved indulgence after years of hard work. I clicked 'confirm purchase,' a simple act that should have brought joy. Instead, it launched a nightmare. The boutique owner, a Mr. Thorne, called, accusing me of theft and fraud, claiming a refund request for a dress I never even received. My world shattered when he weaponized social media, branding me a "THIEF" with my face and workplace plastered online, unleashing a torrent of vitriol that bled into my office, jeopardizing my career. How could a simple purchase turn into public humiliation, extortion, and the complete destruction of my reputation by a man who was clearly lying? And why was everyone so quick to believe him? Cornered, abandoned, and facing an ultimatum from my boss, a cold rage ignited within me-I decided then and there, I wouldn't just make this go away; I would burn his carefully constructed world to the ground./0/18154/coverorgin.jpg?v=a95b98928aa99ecc33a81b25fda56a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback
Chloe almost died in a massive fire that reduced her childhood home to ashes. Lying on a stretcher, choking on smoke, she desperately called her billionaire husband, Julian. He sent her straight to voicemail. Sitting alone in the emergency room, she looked up at the TV and saw the breaking news. Julian was at another hospital, standing vigil for his ex-girlfriend, Ashley. Ashley was just feeling a little cold, so Julian dropped everything to drape his coat—the very coat Chloe had saved up for six months to buy him—over her shoulders. When Chloe finally dragged her burned, exhausted body back to their mansion, Julian returned only to sneer at her angry red burns. "What's this? A new performance to get me to come home?" He pinned her to the bed, reeking of Ashley's perfume, and demanded she fulfill her wifely duties. For three years, Chloe had buried her identity as a talented screenwriter to play his perfect, docile wife. Yet, her near-death experience meant nothing compared to another woman's minor discomfort. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She was nothing but a convenient shield to him. The last shred of her love turned to ash. She slapped him hard across the face, packed a single suitcase, and transferred every dime he had ever given her back to his account—adding exactly one cent for interest. Then, she dusted off her old laptop to accept a massive Hollywood movie deal, and sent a courier to publicly serve Julian divorce papers right in the middle of his elite Manhattan club./0/87925/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a06bbc4611dac70bc379094911a1499&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Bewitching Madness Of His Heart
For four years Madelyn had been with Bryson, yet he never once claimed her in public. Barely a month after meeting that other girl, he surged from casual dates to announcing her as his fiancée. He lavished her with gifts and praise, going on about her innocence and simplicity-subtle digs meant for Madelyn's ears alone. She merely smiled, quietly planning her escape from his world. But when the other guy woke up, Bryson came to her doorstep, falling apart entirely. He clutched Madelyn's hand, his voice raw with panic. "Think you can run back to your ex? Dream on-you're mine, now and always."/0/53196/coverorgin.jpg?v=acc51b31b5f765a4791cb997e86ee570&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Suffering His Love
How does one torture another person? For Vincent, it was to trap her in a loveless marriage and fill her days with endless humiliation and misery. He was convinced that the treacherous Kaitlin deserved it all, and never regretted his actions—until he was standing before her grave. Kaitlin was twenty years old when she fell in love with Vincent. She spent the next three years as his humble and docile wife, helping him rise to glory while enduring his ruthless spite. “Love?” he sneered at her during her final moments. “There was never any love between us.” How does one destroy another person? For Kaitlin, it was to make him realize that he had wrought tragedy upon himself. When Vincent learned the truth about what he always longed for, he had already ruined it with his own hands./0/84327/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bbf42f7ad59a13f1384bf41d4b7b847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wrongfully Convicted Agent
I lay strapped to a gurney, a cold chemical cocktail flooding my veins, my last sight the man I loved for seven years, FBI Special Agent Matthew Scott, watching my execution. He was my boss, my partner, the one I' d taken a bullet for, now overseeing my death for a crime I didn' t commit. Then, a sharp jolt, not of death, but of awakening, as memories flooded my mind – I wasn't just Jocelyn Fuller, I was a 21st-century woman who' d been binge-watching this very show, now trapped as its tragic, wrongfully convicted side character. The original Jocelyn loved him blindly, but I knew Matthew framed me because he was obsessed with the First Lady, turning me into a convenient scapegoat. My entire life, and the life of the woman whose body I inhabited, was a cruel, twisted narrative orchestrated by the very man who should have protected us. But then, a voice echoed in my head: "System Activated. Main Mission: Survive. Flip the script." And I knew my story was just beginning./0/39899/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce185f7fb8d083dc745822a25499ce12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Is More Than Words
Cassidy gave Franklyn her all. She built her whole life around him for five long years. She thought all was well until she heard the news of his engagement to someone else. In spite of the heartbreak, Cassidy chose to leave in secret. She was done loving someone who clearly didn't love her back. She started a new life somewhere else. Little did she know that the aloof and distant CEO would search for her everywhere. When their paths crossed again, she looked a hundred times more beautiful and had another man by her side. Her smile was also brighter than it was in the past. Franklyn almost sank to his knees as regret flooded his heart. He said sincerely, "I have been searching everywhere for you. I miss you a lot. Please come back to me. I promise to treat you right. I can give you anything you want. Cass, I can't live without you." Cassidy laughed out loud. She then looked at him with a disdainful smirk. "If you can't live without me, how come you are still alive? You know what? I don't want to have anything to do with you ever again. Get lost!" Franklyn's heart broke into smithereens. When he saw her glaring at him, he covered her eyes and said in a choked voice, "Please don't look at me like that, Cass. It breaks my heart. Something tells me you still love me." "How delusional!" Cassidy commented and slapped his hand away. She stared at him with complicated emotions in her eyes. Want to find out what the future holds for Cassidy and Franklyn and how they would surmount the hurdles that stood in the way of their love? Well, read this book!/0/20188/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1b3f1e369497e78adc2befb475c912c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Doted On By The Mafia Boss
Out of humanity she saved his life but what did he do to her; instead of thanking her he took her in as his prisoner. But, she had no problem with it. She was more than just happy as long as she could adore this stone faced Adonis from a close radius. "Mr. Nguyen, can you buy me a teddy?" "Mr. Nguyen, can you change the curtains to pink?" "Mr. Nguyen, can I take your heart?" Little girl, the man you are fooling around with is the ruthless leader of the Mafia gang which rules over the shady underground community? Her acting with ignorance was bearabel but what made them have a jaw drop was when their heartless boss, who hardly let any woman near him, was especially doting and caring towards this little prisoner. But... Why this little fool who didn't even have an identity. Did she really move his heart or... resembled someone hiding in his heart. A funny and warm story of a dominant mafia boss and... a girl he picked up from street./0/99658/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cb4dd5def961555e627da086767af12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Saw My Soul, Not My Scars
My husband, Jeremiah, let me die from an allergic reaction because he couldn't pause his video game. He dismissed my kidnapping as a prank and refused to come to the hospital when I was miscarrying our child. But the final straw came when he ordered doctors to carve skin from my body for his mistress's minor burn. He thought he had broken me, but he was wrong. I exposed his affair, took his company, and left him with nothing. Years later, he crashed my wedding to another man, begging for a second chance. "Elena lied to me! She manipulated me! It was always you, Celina!" I looked at the monster who had destroyed my life, my family, and my child. Then I picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over his head./1/103569/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd370cab2eeafc7d8274c21b483e263d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Faked Death, True Revenge Begins
For five years, I was the devoted girlfriend of a corporate heir, Alden Stone. He gave me a single red rose every month, a symbol of his love. But it was all a beautifully crafted lie. On our anniversary, I discovered the truth: the roses were named "Gabriella," for the woman he was obsessed with. He didn't just break my heart; he stole my life's work-a revolutionary cancer formula-and gave it to her to secure their family alliance. At the gala celebrating her supposed genius, I confronted him. "Don't make a scene," he hissed, his eyes cold. "Gabriella is pregnant. If you try to expose her, I will personally see to it that your career is over." From the stage, Gabriella gave me a predatory smile, flaunting a diamond bracelet I had designed for myself. My love, my future, my life's work-all sacrificed for his obsession. He had played me for a fool and left me with nothing. So I faked my death. I recorded a video exposing their lies, set it to go viral, and sailed his yacht straight into a storm. The world would believe Katelynn Walls was dead, but I was just getting started./1/117492/coverorgin.jpg?v=5de6e0d13c75f7021f0e0d4377e55f87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Heiress And Her Billionaire Patient
After two years of being missing, Scarlett Sinclair returned to her wealthy family's estate in a beat-up cab. But instead of a tearful reunion, her biological mother stood in the foyer, glaring at her with cold fury. "I thought you'd died in some ditch." Her mother sneered, turning to lovingly hold the hand of the adopted daughter, Ashley. During dinner, her mother relentlessly mocked Scarlett's manners and disastrous past grades. Ashley played the sweet sister while secretly waiting for Scarlett to humiliate herself. They all thought Scarlett was a worthless disappointment who had come crawling back because she had nothing. They had absolutely no idea who she really was. How could they know that in those missing years, Scarlett had become the legendary "Miss M" and "The Surgeon"? While her family fought over petty allowances, she was controlling a life-saving serum coveted by Wall Street titans and treating dying billionaires. The disconnect was so vast it was comical. Why would she care about the approval of a family that treated her like garbage? So, when her perfect-score acceptance letter to the country's most elite academy arrived and shattered their illusions, Scarlett didn't stay. "I'm moving out." Ignoring her mother's hysterical threats to cut her off financially, Scarlett packed her single bag and walked out to her own luxury penthouse. The ties were severed, and her real life was just beginning./1/103100/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6bc15252b80407a69c5f580bd17f0fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
