Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Spoiling The Unfiltered Goddess With My Wealth
Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien. She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults. Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss. "You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera." Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her. But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin./0/84656/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa111490d5d8485d4c58f7ce5b877c15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ruin to Redemption
The hospital board' s letter felt like a death sentence for my career, accusing me of medical negligence and intellectual property theft. I knew immediately who was behind this malicious attack: Julian Vance, my father' s former protégé, a man whose brilliance was shadowed only by his ruthless ambition. My world, painstakingly built through years of dedication as a neurosurgeon, was crumbling, and my ailing father, Dr. Arthur Reed, sat distant and lost to the neurological disorder slowly stealing him from me. Julian, once a trusted family friend, now stood on my doorstep with fake concern, twisting my deepest vulnerabilities-my mother's death, my sacrifice of a prestigious fellowship to care for my father-into accusations of emotional instability. He wasn't just trying to steal my father's groundbreaking research; he was actively poisoning every relationship, every support system I had, culminating in the cruelest blow yet: manipulating authorities to have my father forcibly removed from his home and hospitalized, cutting off all my access. I was left trembling, collapsed on the floor, watching him walk away with a triumphant smirk, convinced he had won. But as a lifeline appeared in the form of a loyal friend and unexpected allies, a cold fury began to replace my despair. He thought I was broken, that I would give up. He was wrong. This wasn't just about my father's legacy anymore; it was about reclaiming my own story./0/71046/coverorgin.jpg?v=750725badd8869b74c969dcfff95a155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SHE'S VIKTOR ROMANOV'S.
Anya Petrova has always lived life her way-strong, fearless, and in control. But when she's bought by Viktor Romanov, the most dangerous man in Moscow, everything changes. He says he owns her now, but Anya has never been one to bow to anyone. Viktor wants more than her obedience-he wants her to give in to him completely. But Anya is not the kind of woman to back down, and the tension between them is as dangerous as it is irresistible. Viktor is used to getting his way, and Anya's defiance only makes him want her more. But she's not someone he can easily control. The more she fights, the deeper Viktor falls, and soon, what started as a battle for power becomes something much more dangerous. But Viktor doesn't know everything-Anya has secrets even more dangerous than his own. As desire clashes with control, they're drawn into a world of secrets, betrayal, and a passion they can't deny. But with enemies everywhere, trusting each other might be the most dangerous risk of all. Warning: Mature content, blood, fights, and explosions./0/88567/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f524141a69cc4b025f93a217862348e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Dumped my Fiancé at the Wedding
Jake, my boyfriend, became infatuated with Elsie, the girl he sponsored. In the end, the period where relationships often face challenges after several years caught up with us; we weren't spared. On the day everything was laid out, I remained unusually calm. After a stalemate, Jake chose me and sent Elsie away. On the day of our engagement party, rumors spread quickly throughout the community that Elsie fell into the water at the lake. With eyes red from tears, I held onto Jake as he panicked, "Jake, once you go for her, there's no future for us." In Jake's eyes, there was unmistakable disgust and blame. "Losing Elsie is like losing my future. Isabel, don't make me hate you." I froze for a moment as he broke free from my grasp and ran out without looking back. Gazing at my wedding dress, I chuckled to myself. Since Jake refused to change his mind, why should I linger in the same place any longer?/1/109686/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ab62c347f23b3aca448a5ffbe2e40ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Gilded Cage, Shattered Soul, Reborn
I was the wife of Callan Drake, the man who conquered death to save me. Our love was a modern myth, and for five years, I was his most prized possession, living in a gilded cage everyone envied. But on our fifth anniversary, I discovered his perfect devotion was a lie. He was cheating on me with his mistress, Ericka. I followed them to a crumbling shack and heard her cruel words slice through the air. "She's a broken toy," she whispered to him. "A barren queen who can't give you an heir." Then I watched as he pulled her into his arms, their silhouettes twisting together in a sickening dance of betrayal. The man who had moved heaven and earth for me was giving himself to another woman. Everything I believed in was a carefully constructed illusion. He had saved my body, but he had just killed my soul. So that night, I gave him one last gift. While he was distracted at our anniversary gala, I left the dissolution papers on our bed and walked away forever. By midnight, I was gone./1/103585/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b853300042f45b1b697fcfcfa60103c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire
I gave up my architectural career and used my family's fortune to build my husband Jace's empire. I thought we were a power couple, but I came home to find him intimately comforting another woman-Brenna, the pregnant fiancée of his late partner, who he'd moved into our home without my consent. When I confronted them, Brenna deliberately smashed my priceless, century-old family heirloom watch. In a blind rage, I slapped her. But instead of defending me, his wife, Jace violently shoved me to the floor. My head hit the hard marble, the physical pain nothing compared to the shock of his betrayal. He stood over me, his face twisted with fury, protecting her. "Don't you ever lay a hand on her!" he roared. He had put his hands on me. For her. In that moment, all the love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, burning rage. He had taken my dreams, my family's money, and now my dignity. I picked up my phone and made a single call. "Father," I whispered, my voice shaking. "It's over. And I want him ruined."/1/109999/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c70c266a84805e5de1043df4d557c5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Genius Wife
I was hemorrhaging on the cold linoleum of the emergency room, my jeans soaked in blood as I begged the nurse to call my husband. I needed Erik’s signature for an emergency surgery to save my life, but he wouldn't pick up. When I finally reached his assistant, the truth hit me harder than the physical pain. Erik was in the same hospital, just a few floors up, giving strict orders not to be disturbed because his sister-in-law, Athena, was having a "difficult" delivery. I signed my own consent form and woke up hollow, the pregnancy gone. Shaking and barely able to walk, I dragged myself to the VIP ward only to find Erik rocking Athena’s baby with a look of pure, paternal love—a look he had never given me. "You’re just trying to pull focus because my brother’s heir was born," he sneered when I finally confronted him at home later that night. "Stop the drama, Carie. Was it a migraine or just cramps this time?" He didn't believe me when I told him I’d lost our child, and he certainly didn't believe me when I told him Athena had intentionally rammed my car two years ago to cause my first miscarriage. To him, I was just "low-stock" trash who couldn't provide an heir, while Athena was the fragile widow who needed his protection. His mother stood there laughing, threatening to freeze my credit cards if I walked out the door, while Erik watched with cold indifference. They thought they had trapped a penniless orphan, but they forgot one thing: I was the one who designed the very empire they were standing on. As I walked out into the blizzard, I didn't just leave a divorce petition on the floor; I triggered the code to short their family stock into the ground. "I'm not just taking my name back, Erik," I whispered as the gates slammed shut. "I'm taking everything."/1/115005/coverorgin.jpg?v=8436adf2d309a2e87afe0ea09e9a1f10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Lethal Orphan
For years, I hid my identity as a lethal dark web operative by playing the quiet, submissive charity case of the wealthy Valentine family. On my seventeenth birthday, their spoiled kids set up a cruel trap to dump industrial glue and paint on my head. When I dodged it and they tumbled down the stairs instead, my adoptive parents completely lost their minds. Sterling Valentine slammed emancipation papers onto his heavy oak desk, calling me a dangerous liability and a monster. He kicked me out into a torrential storm with nothing but a canvas backpack, sneering that I would be eating out of dumpsters in a week. "You ungrateful piece of trash! We took you out of the gutter and this is how you repay us!" I looked at the man trying to intimidate me. He thought he was throwing away a helpless orphan, completely unaware he had just released a predator who could dismantle his entire life with a single keystroke. I didn't shed a single tear. I signed the papers, walked out the front door, and stepped directly into a waiting armored SUV. By midnight, I had a new billionaire cover family, hacked a mercenary group for three million dollars, and secured my spot at the city's most elite academy. "Game on."/1/101395/coverorgin.jpg?v=8533e06007e6dc10746f9e4b9224fb67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Abandoned Wife And Her Secret Heir
I was staring at a high-resolution photo of my husband burying his face in another woman’s neck when his text came through. "Pizza or Thai?" He wasn't just cheating. The photos showed him playing house with a woman named Serena and a little boy who had his exact nose. He had told me he wasn't ready for children, yet here he was, giving his world to a secret family. When I confronted them at his company gala, Serena didn't apologize. She smirked, ripped the wedding ring off my finger, and shoved me hard. I hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in my stomach. "Help me," I gasped, clutching my belly. "My baby." Michael looked at me. Then he looked at Serena and the boy. He made his choice. He turned his back on his bleeding, pregnant wife and escorted his mistress out the emergency exit to avoid a scandal. He left me there to die. He didn't know that the "son" he was protecting was a rental—a prop Serena hired to trap him. And he didn't know that the baby he left to die on the gallery floor was the only real child he would ever have. I didn't go home to cry. I sent him a receipt for a cremation service for "Baby Boy Hayes," withdrew half our savings, and vanished. He thinks he's free. He has no idea I'm still alive, and I’m taking his real son with me./1/113910/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a11f96a650590e9411d88fe5189956a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twin's Deception: My Heart, My Hell
The day I found out I was pregnant, I also learned my entire three-year relationship was a lie. The man I loved, the father of my child, was actually a master manipulator orchestrating a cruel revenge plot. He and his twin brother had shared my bed, my life, and my heart, all to destroy me. Erica, an ER nurse, was overjoyed with her pregnancy, believing she'd found true love and stability with corporate heir Anthony Holden. But this joy shattered when she overheard Anthony and his twin, Emmanuel, revealing their relationship was a "farce"—a three-year revenge plot against her for a forgotten college slight. The man in her bed was Emmanuel. Her grandmother then died due to Anthony's cruel refusal of medical aid. They locked Erica in a dark closet, attempted to poison her, and Anthony stomped on her wrist, stealing her EpiPen. This relentless abuse led to the ultimate loss of her unborn child. Lying in agony, Erica realized this was systematic annihilation. What monstrous secrets fueled such calculated savagery? From the ashes, a terrifying resolve ignited. The naive nurse died on that blood-soaked floor. Erica, now utterly devoid of emotion, would forge their gilded cage into a weapon and burn their entire empire to the ground./1/101708/coverorgin.jpg?v=a477e4757bca58640dd968163778de3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Denied My Brother's Last Journey
My billionaire boyfriend refused to loan me fifty thousand dollars to bring my brother' s body home. Three days later, I found his assistant wearing my silk robe in our penthouse. That was the moment I decided to marry my childhood friend instead. For eight years, I was Callen House' s dirty little secret. I accepted the shadows, believing his "Relationship Protocols" were just the quirks of a tech genius. But when my brother died tragically overseas, Callen didn't offer comfort. He offered me a corporate loan application, which his assistant, Daniella, promptly denied. While I was drowning in grief, Jaren stepped in. He paid for the repatriation without hesitation, proving what real love actually looked like. I went to Callen' s apartment to end things, only to find Daniella there, sporting a fresh hickey and a smug grin. The truth came out like a landslide. She hadn't just stolen my boyfriend; she had been intercepting my bonuses and sabotaging my career for years. And Callen? He defended her. He called me a liability and threatened to ruin me if I made a scene. So I didn't just quit. I sent a picture of me and Jaren to the company group chat with a caption that silenced the entire office. "I' m getting married. And it' s not to Callen House."/1/100613/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2200ec23d196143486a783d119a84c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Heiress's Radical Comeback
My husband, Derek, once called me his princess. But when my parents died and I miscarried our child, he told me to be "radically independent" and handle my grief alone. After I tried to end my own life, I woke up in the hospital to see him holding his crying assistant, Krystal. He whispered to her, "You never have to be strong with me." He told the doctors I was just seeking attention and hung up. Krystal later visited, blaming me for the miscarriage before destroying my mother's heirlooms. Derek believed her lies, throwing me out of our home and leaving me with nothing. He thought I was a weak, dependent woman he could easily discard. He thought his tech empire was his own creation. He never knew his "self-made" success was a gift, secretly funded by my billionaire family. Now, he's about to learn what happens when a princess decides to become a queen./0/63381/coverorgin.jpg?v=15b3074a66f8b1b6a7c358e439de3af8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Resurrected: Unveiling the Mystery of Telepathy
I'm a rising star in the art world, but I've been subjected to online harassment due to a plagiarism scandal. Every time I finish a new piece, my boyfriend's "first love" posts an identical painting the very next moment. She portrays herself as a highly educated and talented artist, manipulating public opinion online, which has led to my entire family being targeted by cyberbullying. Yet, behind the scenes, she orders me to keep creating. I was cornered when I went out and was brutally attacked to death on the spot. My parents, in a state of mental disarray, were driven to depression by the online exposure and turned gray-haired one after another. Before I died, I was filled with regret, wanting to understand what was happening. When I woke up again, I found myself back on the day before my work was published./0/82310/coverorgin.jpg?v=68c634d28e1403f3503044681af544c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Daughter She Forgot
I watched my wife, Jessica, lavish attention on her brother Mark and his son, Leo, while our own daughter, Chloe, faded into the background, a ghost in her own home. But the breaking point wasn't a loud argument; it was the terrifying, quiet wheeze of our six-year-old needing an ER visit for a severe asthma attack – while Jessica, her mother, was conveniently "unavailable" for some emergency involving her beloved family. I rushed Chloe to the hospital, only to be met by Jessica, not with concern, but with excuses prioritizing Mark. Later, orchestrated by Mark, Chloe was coerced into a forced bone marrow donation for Leo, tearing my fragile daughter apart. I was held back, helpless, as they took what they wanted from her. How could a mother, a 'councilwoman' hailed as a loyal citizen, betray her own child so completely? Every promise of hers was empty, every word a lie, as her pathological loyalty to that parasite destroyed our daughter. Then Mark, the insidious puppet master, played his final card: he begged Jessica to have his baby. In that moment, watching her hesitate, a chilling clarity washed over me. "Actually, Jessica," I told her, "it makes a certain kind of sense. I' m willing to sell you." This wasn't just a divorce; it was an emancipation. I signed the papers, took Chloe's hand, and walked away, leaving behind a life, a wife, and a family that was never truly ours for a real dawn./0/84813/coverorgin.jpg?v=e657654127223edeaf1ffe8f2ecf5345&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Twisted Deception
The new car gleamed in the executive parking spot, a silver dagger twisting in my gut. It was a gift from Chloe, my fiancée and CEO, to Liam, her new executive assistant. My project budget, for the core technology I built, was slashed again, a cold financial slap in the face. Then, in front of the entire company, Chloe announced my salary cut, while Liam smirked beside her, wearing a new designer watch that matched his car. The humiliation was a physical blow, public and intentional. I looked at Chloe, searching for the woman I loved, the partner I trusted, but found only a stranger. I resigned on the spot, the words a liberating exhale after ten years of pouring my life into Apex Innovations. The next day, Chloe kissed Liam right in front of me, but the part of me that would have shattered was already gone. I flinched from her touch when she tried to placate me, a physical rejection that finally broke her composure. She fumed, threatening to abandon me, but I felt nothing. Then, Liam, her new executive, chillingly outlined his plan to dismantle my life' s work for profit, and she agreed. My lawyer informed me about the power of attorney, a relic of our past trust, that I might use to sell our joint home. I heard him conspire to cannibalize my project, and witnessed her trust him blindly. Later, she signed the house away, giving me full control of our assets, all because of Liam's fabricated emergency. It was clear then: my loyalty hadn't been seen as strength, but as a weakness to exploit. After she tried to blacklist me from the entire industry, I stood across from Chloe and Liam, who offered me a menial job in the company I co-founded, as an act of charity. I realized this wasn't just a breakup; it was a war, and I was finally ready to fight back./1/104837/coverorgin.jpg?v=e01a1d576d339913a6181911680a7bc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Fiery Rebirth
My husband of five years, a ruthless New York mogul, paraded his affairs while refusing to touch me. My existence was a public humiliation, a constant, quiet ache in a gilded cage. To finally get a reaction, I staged a fake affair of my own. His response wasn't jealousy. It was violence. He stabbed me with a letter opener and threatened to destroy the one thing I had left: my late mother's memorial garden. At his mistress's birthday party-held on the anniversary of my mother's death-he forced me to my knees. I had to publicly apologize to the woman he was cheating on me with, my own half-sister, Aubrey. But the ultimate betrayal came when I discovered a secret video from a decade ago. It proved Aubrey hadn't just been there when my mother fell from a balcony. She had pushed her. And my husband-the man who swore he'd find her killer-had helped cover it all up. As I knelt on that cold floor, broken and defeated, he made his final choice. He pressed a button on a remote, and my mother's garden exploded into dust and ash. In that moment, the woman he thought he knew died, and someone new was born from the wreckage./0/82623/coverorgin.jpg?v=3550f285a39cef07c5bd84b1da77e145&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Second Chances for Treachery
I poured my life, my inheritance, and my soul into Redwood Creek Brewery. As a gesture of love and trust, I made Olivia, my fiancée of seven years, CEO, gifting her 51% of the shares. Or so I thought. Then the news hit: Olivia was pregnant. With Mark' s baby. Mark, her college ex, who I'd just hired as COO. Suddenly, my fiancée was marrying my COO, and I was just the guy who made the beer. They turned my office into a humiliating nursery. Olivia demoted me to Mark' s assistant. They gleefully watched as Mark 'accidentally' ruined a crucial hops contract I' d just secured. Olivia's condescending calls about me "keeping the money flowing for them" felt like a constant knife twist. They even used company funds-my company' s funds!-to buy my childhood home, only to trash it immediately. Every humiliation, every snide remark, fueled a cold, silent rage within me. They thought I was shattered, easy to discard. They believed I was just the pathetic founder no one remembered, too weak to fight back. But they had no idea. Absolutely no idea what was coming. For months, I' d held a secret: a notarized share transfer agreement, signed by Olivia herself, making me the 91% owner. They thought it was a formality for a phony loan. I called it their eviction notice. Next Monday, I walked in, not as the loyal Head Brewer, but as the indisputable owner. Their nightmare began./0/84344/coverorgin.jpg?v=5abe7ab384e0b65c24f546bebf51f661&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen War
My parents bought me a quiet condo, a soft landing after Afghanistan and the psych facility, a place where I hoped to rebuild my life with my familiar hobby of miniature painting. My first package of rare, custom miniatures arrived, bringing a rare flicker of excitement, but it was quickly extinguished by the mailroom manager, Barney Oliver, who tried to extort a bogus fee. Before I could process his blatant scam, his ten-year-old grandson, Caleb, snatched my package, mocked my hobby, and snapped a precious figure in half, unleashing a surge of controlled rage within me that felt terrifyingly close to breaking. My parents pulled me away from the brink, but the feeling of being violated in my sanctuary, especially by a slimy old man and his cruel grandson, left a burning injustice simmering just beneath my skin. This wasn't just about money or petty vandalism; it was about reclaiming my peace, and I knew I had to push back, harder than they could possibly imagine./0/62130/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f1df742dd8c16e970a0a380142c52e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Settling Past Life's Scores
Here's the translation: "The girl I sponsored, Chen Qing, insisted on marrying a man who had just been released from prison and was a twice-married 'super man.' When I disagreed, the two of them killed me and claimed it was a suicide. After being reborn, I once again faced Chen Qing's request to be with Li Qiang. This time, I pretended to agree, but secretly manipulated the situation to take revenge for my past life."/0/88568/coverorgin.jpg?v=da70b0f9321a2f867ffa3385ef31caf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
