Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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My Love Towards You
'Are you Bipolar?' A story of a girl whose infinite love for a person who is not part of the human world. Her love is boundless. She has no boundaries when it comes to her love. 'You’re still the one I run to, the one that I belong to, you’re still the one I want for life!!' An unknown creature approaches her because of the past reprisals, but unfortunately she falls in love with him. 'I want to dig your grave next to mine.' His love is an enormous danger for her, but she doesn't have a clue about it. The girl is blind to her love. He saves her from other enemies, but he is her biggest enemy. 'Die for me!' Jung-Kim-Hea is the apple of the eye for her three handsome brothers. She's a weakness to her brothers. She believes her brothers lead a normal life, but she has no knowledge of their mafia world. Her third brother is a foster brother who eventually falls in love with her at a young age, but she is not capable of seeing his love for her. 'You are a danger to my heart.' . . Where does the roller coaster of her destiny get her? A/N: Kindly check the trailer of the book on Instagram I'd: Merry Author./0/64154/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241018090112&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bar Encounter: The Ex-Husband Regret
Here is the translation into English: "I am Oliver Xingyi’s wife, in a marriage of convenience. I heard that he has started dating another girlfriend again. I saw her once, and she looks 90% like his short-lived first love. This time, I’m tired, so I filed for divorce. With the divorce, I can get half of his wealth, and thinking about it no longer makes me sad. That day, Oliver Xingyi was at the bar, looking carefree with his new girlfriend. He caught sight of me sitting on another man's lap, drinking. He went completely mad and smashed the bar. With rage in his eyes, he questioned me, 'Who is he?' 'He is my boyfriend.' 'Ji Anran, then who am I?' 'You are my husband.' Zhou Yanli, standing next to me, laughed and corrected me, 'A husband in the divorce cooling-off period, considered an ex-husband!'"/1/113901/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260624193248&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Midnight Obsession
I was a broke freelance copywriter, tortured for three sleepless nights by an impossible corporate client. Needing to vent, I typed out a wild, highly inappropriate rant mocking the brand's stiff heritage. But in my exhausted, sleep-deprived blur, I accidentally sent the massive block of text to the wrong chat. The recipient wasn't my friend. It was Emerson Beard, the elite, ruthless brand consultant I was supposed to desperately network with. I waited for the professional execution, terrified of the massive five-figure penalty fee hanging over my head. Instead, he didn't block me. He critiqued my unhinged draft. He saved my career through late-night, encrypted phone calls, his deep, commanding voice becoming my only lifeline. But when I heard a woman with a sultry French accent knocking on his hotel door during our call, my ugly jealousy flared. I yelled at him and hung up, completely humiliating myself. I thought I was just a pathetic, annoying workaholic interrupting his romantic getaway. But he texted back to clarify he was entirely single, and in the process, realized I was actually twenty-five, not a fresh-out-of-school teenager like he had assumed. The cold, distant mentor instantly vanished. In his place was a man radiating a raw, aggressive, and predatory energy that bled right through the screen. "Texting is too inefficient. The full integration requires face-to-face communication." He dropped a location pin for an ultra-exclusive Manhattan club, demanding I meet him to save my contract. Wearing a desperately bought emerald silk dress, I pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping right into the trap of a man who had just taken off his leash./0/78077/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250712025514&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Refuse to Be a Slave to my Ex and Husband
Aria, the ambitious heir to a prestigious family empire, has always dreamt of breaking free from her family's oppressive expectations and forging her own identity. But when she uncovers a chilling conspiracy that sees her framed for financial misconduct, her world spirals into chaos. The betrayal runs deep- her charming ex-fiancé, Julian, is not just a casualty but a mastermind behind the plot orchestrating her downfall, alongside her own family members whc prioritize legacy over loyalty Determined to reclaim her freedom and rightful place in the business, Aria embarks on a treacherous journey filled with emotional turmoil and shocking revelations. As she navigates a treacherous landscape of deception, she must build alliances with unexpected allies, face painful truths about ner family's dark past, and confront her unresolvec feelings for Julian, who struggles with his own demons. With each step, Aria transforms from a woman burdened by her lineage into a force of nature, ready to defy the constraints imposed upon her. Yet, as the battle for her identity intensifies, she must grapple with the fine line between revenge and justice. Will Aria rise to claim her power, or will the very bonds that tie her to her family keep her shackled in a life she refuses to accept?/0/83083/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202005&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stolen Life: The Billionaire\'s Revenge
The black SUV pulled up to my childhood D.C. estate after ten years away. I stepped out, expecting a quiet, perhaps strained, family dinner. Instead, a lavish party was in full swing, music and laughter spilling from the open doors. Then I saw her: my cousin, Chloe, wearing my dress, laughing with Julian Vance-my fiancé from a decade ago. My research. My fellowship. She was claiming it all as her own, right in front of me. Just as confusion ripped through me, my mother, Eleanor, appeared, her face hardening into an icy mask. "Ava," she said, her voice a chilling whisper. "What are you doing here?" Before I could demand an explanation, she cut me off, announcing Chloe' s engagement and achievements as if I didn't exist. When I protested, claiming my stolen life, my own mother publicly declared me "unwell" and "confused," a danger under medical care. My father, David, stood silent, then sided with her, allowing security to drag me away and lock me in a secluded wing of my own home. Betrayal ripped through me, a suffocating blanket of disbelief. How could my family do this? Erase me, steal my entire existence, and frame me as insane? But then, my father returned, a tray with sedatives in hand, and a flicker in his eyes-a silent warning, a hidden promise. This wasn't abandonment. This was a staged escape. I took the pills, publicly "dying" as Ava, knowing I was about to be reborn./0/83396/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202415&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Heir's Revenge
I, Ethan, had one rule: make it on my own merits, no family help, despite my parents being Silicon Valley legends. For three years, I poured my soul into "Project Prometheus," a project meant to launch my career to new heights, all while planning a future with my fiancée, Chloe. Then, a single LinkedIn notification shattered my world: Chloe's smirking intern, Leo, was taking credit for my project, my invaluable work. When I confronted Chloe, she looked at me with tired annoyance, not guilt, casually dismissing it as "just a title" for Leo's career, before brazenly asking me to endorse his fake "contribution." My furious refusal only made things worse; suddenly, I was the subject of office whispers and Marcus, my director, inexplicably sided with Chloe, burying my name on the project and putting me on a death-sentence Performance Improvement Plan. Chloe publicly smeared me as "non-collaborative," then privately texted: "You lost." How could the woman I planned to marry so casually steal my life's work, mock my integrity, and try to make me an accomplice in my own professional execution? The unfairness was a physical weight, suffocating me, watching them twist the truth while my irrefutable evidence was ignored. My integrity was utterly worthless against her malicious lies. Backed into a corner, my reputation destroyed and career hanging by a thread, I finally made the call I swore I never would: "Mom, Dad," I choked out, "I tried to handle this myself, but I can't anymore. I need your help."/0/84022/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203507&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Stolen Genius
My phone screen was the only light in the suffocating darkness, casting a sickly blue glow on the corrugated steel walls closing in around me. A notification popped up with Nicole' s latest livestream, her face triumphant, showing a thumbnail of me, huddled and sketching on a dirty cardboard box. "My pathetic 'brother' making trash art for change," the title read, a cruel mockery of my homelessness and desperation. Then, her message: "Feeling cramped, Caleb? I remember you don't like small spaces." My heart hammered as the air thinned, the walls pressing in; I was trapped, locked in a storage unit, betrayed by the girl I once called my sister. I gasped, scrabbling against the unyielding metal as my vision blurred, the darkness crawling inward. My last conscious thought was the cold, unyielding finality of it all; heart failure, alone and forgotten. But then, the distinct smell of turpentine and acrylic paint jolted me awake. I wasn' t in a storage unit; I was back in the bright art room of Northgate High, eighteen years old again. And there she was: Nicole, laughing perfectly, with Ethan, the star quarterback, arrogant and untouched by his future accident, by his downfall. The raw memory of my death, the cold, suffocating terror, slammed into me, a tidal wave of pure, undiluted rage. I grabbed the nearest jar of murky paint water, and without a second thought, hurled it straight at Ethan' s chest. His pristine jacket exploded with gray water and glass, and the fight that ensued was just the beginning. I was back, and this time, the masterpiece of revenge would be mine./1/104046/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223514&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes To Adored Bride's Happiness
The night I reached the pinnacle of my career as a concert pianist, my husband was in a car with his mistress. Their argument caused the crash that crushed my hands, ending my future in an instant. In the hospital, my adopted daughter, Kennedy, stood over my bed and blamed me. "This is all your fault," she whispered, her eyes cold. Then, his mistress arrived with a bouquet of lilies, knowing I was deathly allergic. As I suffocated, my husband watched with annoyance while my daughter accused me of faking it. "Stop pretending, Mom. Aunt Christine's flowers are beautiful." I lost more than my hands that night. The last thing I heard before blacking out was a doctor shouting, "The fetus has a weak heartbeat!" I woke up to find my career gone, my baby gone, and my family vacationing with my replacement. So I vanished. For six years, I built a new life from the ashes, finding peace with a new husband and son. But now he's back, with an ultimatum: abandon my new life and return to his side, or he'll destroy everything I hold dear./1/103264/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Threw Away, Rebuilt
After four years of being tortured in a black site, I finally escaped. I crawled back home, driven only by the thought of my husband, Brody, and our son, Eben. But when I reached the gates of our estate, he didn't recognize my emaciated frame. He called me a beggar and had the guards throw me out. He was with my stepsister, Carla. And my own son ran into her arms, crying, "Mom!" Brody believed Carla' s lies-that I'd abandoned them for another man. He had me committed to a "rehab facility," which was actually the same hellhole I'd just escaped. He handed me back to my torturer. I screamed for him as the drugs coursed through me, but he just turned his back and walked away, leaving me to die. The agency found me, barely alive. They rebuilt me through Project Nightingale-a full cybernetic body, with my emotions and memories wiped clean. Two years later, I am Dr. Hanna Peck. When Brody found me, on his knees begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I just turned to my colleague and said, "Clark, I accept your marriage proposal."/1/101074/coverorgin.jpg?v=52a77558f0c5d2cc3a3fa45a8ec0a7db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once The Bride He Discarded, Now The Love He Can't Forget
Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"/1/103577/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223358&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Unyielding Revenge
My ten-year marriage to a tech mogul ended with his affair. But the real betrayal wasn't his cheating with my protégé. It was the words of my five-year-old son. "I want Aunt Bethany to be my mommy!" His cry shattered me. My own son chose the woman who destroyed our family. I was a ghost in my own home, my identity as a wife and mother erased. So I walked away from it all-the money, the mansion, and the son who no longer wanted me. I built a new life, adopted a daughter, Eva, who truly needed me, and found a peace I never knew. Two years later, my ex-husband reappeared. To prove his "love" and force our family back together, he kidnapped my daughter. He thought he could control me. He was about to learn that the woman he broke is gone, and the woman who stands in her place will burn his empire to the ground./1/102482/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222402&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Bridge: The Heiress Awakens
I thought I was the center of Michael’s universe, carrying the heir to his shipping empire. That illusion shattered the day I found his journal. It turned out I was just a "vessel" to launder money, while his "cousin" Selena was his true love. The cruelty peaked at lunch. When a tureen of scalding lobster bisque tipped over, Michael didn't lunge for his pregnant wife. He threw his body over Selena to protect her silk dress. The boiling soup soaked my stomach. As I screamed in agony, feeling the life slip from my womb, Michael only glared at me. "Stop making a scene, Liv! It would have ruined her outfit." That fall killed his son. But I didn't tell him. Instead, I watched him panic when Selena went into kidney failure days later. He begged me to get tested as a donor. "She's family, Liv. Please." I asked him, "If it were me dying, would you ask her to cut herself open?" "No," he whispered. "I wouldn't let anyone hurt her." That was the answer I needed. I agreed to the test just to distract him. While he liquidated his entire fortune to buy her a black-market organ, I finalized the divorce, emptied the accounts, and vanished. I left him with nothing but a medical report on his desk: *Fetal Demise due to abdominal trauma.* He saved her dress. But he killed his heir./0/64155/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241018090339&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Undercover Deception: Love And Torment
When I was undercover in the gang, I disguised myself as a kidnapper and kidnapped the family of wealthy businessman Fu Songchen. I even forced him to strip dance while he delivered the ransom. After the mission ended, I returned to a normal life—delivering food during the day and driving a taxi at night. Fu Songchen monopolized the delivery market and acquired the taxi company, leaving me completely unemployed. With a smirk, he said, "Be my girlfriend, and I'll take care of you." He truly spoiled me for three years, showering me with affection and making me the envy of many. But then, his first love returned. To win her over, he forced me to strip dance in public. Because he had never forgotten the hatred from our days in the gang. He wanted to take revenge on me, deliberately spending three years elevating me to heaven, only to let me fall heavily into hell./0/70569/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260210152510&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HOUSEMAID
Memories haunted Andrea's dreams, echoes of a past she couldn't escape. Her father's laughter, her mother's tears, and the cold, calculating smile of Julian Richardson. The night her father's business was ruined, the night he died, was etched in her memory like a scar. Andrea's eyes burned with a fire that had fueled her every move since then. Revenge. She had spent years gathering strength, planning, and waiting. Now, she was ready. Andrea slipped on her mask, a perfect facade of innocence and vulnerability. She would infiltrate the Richardson family, gather evidence of their wrongdoing, and bring them down. But nothing could have prepared her for Nathaniel Richardson, Julian's son. Charming, handsome, and kind, he was the last person she expected to fall for. As Andrea navigated the treacherous landscape of the Richardson family's secrets and lies, she found herself torn between her desire for revenge and her growing feelings for Nathaniel. Would she choose to destroy the family that had destroyed hers, or would love redeem them all? This prologue sets the stage for a dramatic and emotional story, introducing the themes of revenge, love, and redemption./1/101700/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106221901&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Wife To Billionaire Power
Lying in the hospital bed, I clutched my empty stomach, the doctor' s words about my miscarriage still ringing in my ears. I called my husband, desperate for comfort, but he sounded annoyed. "Allison, not now," Erik snapped. "Barbie' s dog is throwing up. She' s hysterical. Just get a cab and stop being so dramatic." He hung up on his wife who just lost their child to comfort his mistress' s Pomeranian. When I dragged my broken body home, he didn't hug me. He forced me to apologize to the dog. Then came the final blow: I watched on TV as he gifted my entire photography portfolio to his mistress, claiming it was her work, while handing me a bottle of perfume he knew I was deadly allergic to. Broken, I went to a radical clinic to have my memories of him erased forever. But the procedure didn't leave me blank. It unlocked a door I didn't know existed. I wasn't the orphan Allison Day. I was Allison Woodward, the missing billionaire heiress. And I was done apologizing./1/103421/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223232&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Buried Alive: Her Unbroken Spirit
Ten years ago, they buried me alive. My fiancé Jake and my adoptive brother Alon had me committed, framing me as insane to cover up his affair with my family's long-lost biological daughter, Corina. They erased me from their perfect lives, painting me as a danger to myself and others. While I was left drugged and broken in a psychiatric facility, he married her, securing his connection to our family's power and launching his political career. But I survived. I rebuilt a quiet life from the ashes, finding peace in a small bookstore by the sea. This was my sanctuary. Until today. They walked through my door, shattering a decade of silence. Jake, now a powerful District Attorney aiming for the Senate, stared at me, his composure cracking. "Chandler?" I met his gaze, my voice cold and steady, the voice I used for any stranger. "Can I help you?"/1/117344/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260605150151&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spectacular Comeback Of The Unwanted Wife
For eight years, Athena loved Caswell Maldonado in secret, enduring a hollow marriage while wearing a black lace veil to hide the horrific facial scars he assumed she still had. But just as her face was flawlessly healed through secret treatments, he handed her a cold divorce agreement, publicly announcing that his mistress, Hayden, was pregnant with his child. When his grandfather's sudden illness triggered a legal clause that froze the divorce, Athena was forced back into the family estate, trapped with a man who treated her like a fired employee. Hayden seized the chance to humiliate her. She called Athena to a VIP cafe, flaunting her designer maternity dress and viciously mocking her hidden face. "Caswell said you were like a dead piece of wood. He is disgusted every time he has to look at your ruined face!" Hayden even tried to steal the memory of the one night Caswell and Athena had accidentally slept together in a dark hotel room, proudly claiming she was the woman crying underneath him. Athena realized she had wasted her youth on a blind, unfaithful bastard who despised a monster of his own imagination. The sheer audacity of this hypocritical snake trying to claim her husband and her only memories made her blood boil. She wasn't going to cower in a guest room and play the pathetic, trapped victim anymore. Athena put on her sharpest power suit, walked into that cafe, and prepared to rip Hayden's perfect little lie to shreds./0/86526/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211832&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Night Nightmare
The scent of champagne and wedding cake still clung to me, a sweet echo of the vows I' d just taken. But the sweetness turned to ash as I walked into my new home, only to find my sister-in-law, Brittany, smugly claiming our master bedroom. My husband, Ethan, stood by, silent and useless, as his mother, Martha, joined in, demanding deference from me, the "newcomer." They claimed this house, this life, everything, was owed to them for their past "sacrifices" for Ethan, who now suggested we sleep on the living room couch to "keep the peace." This wasn' t peace; it was an insult, a blatant attempt to strip me of my dignity on my own wedding night. I felt a cold wave of realization wash over me-the man I married wouldn't even stand up for me in our own home. My heart sank with disappointment, his family' s accusations painting me as an ungrateful usurper. I was an outsider, being put in my place, my privacy violated, my very presence mocked. "She wants our room," I finally said, my voice thick with unshed tears, the injustice of it all bringing me to the brink. Just then, Ethan' s brother, David, walked in, demanding an explanation, a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. But before he could truly intervene, Brittany, enraged by his questioning, lashed out, smashing a vase and screaming about the "debt" Ethan owed them. It wasn't about respect; it was about possession, about an imagined claim on my husband and everything I owned. "If I can't have this room, then nobody will," she shrieked, destroying our wedding photos, proving this was a deliberate act of malice, not just a petty squabble. Then, she grabbed a heavy sculpture, threatening to "redecorate" my face, while my husband stood frozen, paralyzed by fear. In that moment of his cowardice, my love dissolved, replaced by a chilling resolve. This wasn't a family dispute; it was a home invasion. I pulled out my phone, dialing 911, my voice steady as I reported the destruction and the threat. I called my cousins for backup, ready to face the music. "This is my house," I declared, holding up the deed with only my name on it, "You are trespassers." The police were on their way, and I was not going to break./1/104047/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223516&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Brother's Lies, My Fiancé's Betrayal
My brother, at the whim of his new girlfriend, fired our entire security team, leaving my mother and me alone in our isolated lake house. I had a premonition of a violent attack, but he just laughed and called me a drama queen. That night, my vision came true. Intruders stormed our home, and my mother took a crowbar to the chest to save my life. I escaped through the blizzard, bleeding and desperate, to my fiancé Cristofer' s cabin. He met me with a cold smirk. "Broderick warned me you'd pull a stunt like this." He accused me of faking it all for attention, then beat me until I tasted blood, leaving me on the floor. My brother and the man I was supposed to marry had branded me a liar while my mother was dying. They had chosen to believe a fantasy over my reality. But as I lay there, broken, Cristofer's phone rang. It was the sheriff, confirming a 911 call about a home invasion and a critically wounded victim at our address. Their world of lies was about to come crashing down./0/86839/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212636&imageMogr2/format/webp)
