Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Engaged To A Coldhearted Murderer
My fiancée smiled as she showed me the "intruder" she had dealt with in the ER. I looked past her to see my mother beaten unconscious on the floor. And on the gurney next to her lay my seven-year-old brother, cold, blue, and dead. Brittnie clung to my arm, beaming with pride. "I handled it, Cannon," she chirped. "That gold digger tried to claim this bastard was your son. But I made sure they wouldn't bother us again." My blood turned to ice. She was holding my mother' s emerald brooch, a family heirloom, convinced it was her engagement ring. Because of her delusion, she had refused to give my brother his EpiPen. She had watched him suffocate to death, thinking she was winning my heart. I looked at Gabe' s lifeless body, then at the woman I was planning to marry. I pulled out my phone and shoved a family photo in her face. "That gold digger is my mother," I whispered, my voice trembling with lethal rage. "And you just murdered my brother."/0/64156/coverorgin.jpg?v=62702060894b597b62dad92d719aa54d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After leaving: Love with the Heir
Fu Jincheng saved my life, and for three years, I followed him around like his little shadow. He got into a car accident, and I took care of him with all my heart. Later, I secretly looked at his chat history with a friend, and he referred to me as a “dog” who followed him for three years, saying I was driving him crazy and that I was really cheap. His friend chimed in, teasing me that I wanted to marry him and enter into a wealthy family. Fu Jincheng mocked me to my face, saying I wasn’t worthy of being Mrs. Fu. When I realized I had mistaken my savior, I turned and walked away. But as I left, Fu Jincheng went frantic, searching everywhere for me. Finally, when he found me, his eyes were filled with joy. “Susu, I finally found you.” “Hello, I’m your sister-in-law.”/1/103891/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc57f2764ac76e7d8bd903d37027a27d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My New Eyes Saw His True Lie
After the accident that took my parents and stole my sight, my childhood friend Leo swore he would be my eyes. For years, I believed him, my dark world revolving around the boy who described every ray of sunlight for me. I was even undergoing a risky, experimental surgery to restore my vision, just for him. Then, I saw the truth with my own eyes. On his phone screen, I was just the "little blind girl" he had to take care of, a burden he was tired of carrying. The cruelty didn't stop. He let his new flame publicly humiliate me, and when she faked an injury, he forced me to apologize for a "carelessness" that never happened. The final betrayal came in a dark sea cave. He abandoned me to the rising tide and the pitch-black darkness, leaving me to face the same terror that had once consumed my entire world. He chose her. He broke his promise. He broke me. So I left. I found my own vision, my own strength. Three years later, I returned for my first solo art exhibition, and when I saw his face in the crowd, I knew he was about to see everything he had forced me to be blind to./0/84180/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ec754ec75e35f212252fb23be97edfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forged In Fire: A Family's Fight
My brother Andrew was our family's only hope, his Penn State scholarship a golden ticket out of this dead-end, rust-belt town. But that dream shattered on the football field with a sickening crack, as Wesley Fowler, scion of the ruthless family who owned half the town, delivered a dirty, career-ending hit to Andrew's knee. In the hospital, Wesley threw five hundred dollars at me, sneering that Andrew "should have known his place." His goons later cornered me outside, shoving me against a brick wall, reminding me that "dead soldier's kids" were "nothing" and that the Fowlers "own the cops, the school, this whole damn town." Our cries for justice were met with chilling indifference; the sheriff dismissed it as "boys will be boys," and the school revoked Andrew' s scholarship, citing false rumors and Lester Fowler's "donations." An eviction notice appeared, a vicious online smear campaign painted us as violent thugs, and Andrew, once so full of life, withered in despair, whispering, "I wish I had died." How could they get away with this, destroying an innocent life and crushing a family, simply because they were rich and powerful? Drowning in a darkness so profound it felt like the end, I remembered my father' s Special Forces medals and his unit' s motto: "Leave no one behind." My father's brothers in arms were our last hope, and I would drive a thousand miles to find them./1/101701/coverorgin.jpg?v=df950318cabd9a43e1566098281158fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Regret of a Cheating Husband
On the same afternoon I learned I was finally pregnant, the doctor handed me a death sentence: stage 4 stomach cancer. I went home to tell my husband, Anderson, only to be interrupted by a call from a woman named Katlyn. "He' s on a '100-Day Farewell Tour' with me," she gloated, "getting the fun out of his system before he comes back to his boring duty as a father." For the next three months, I died in silence while Anderson lived his best life with her. He blamed my weight loss on morning sickness and my vomiting on hormones, never looking closely enough to see the blood. On my birthday, the final day of his "tour," he bought me a cake, tucked me into bed, and immediately left to celebrate their finale in a hotel room across the street. He thought he could just flip a switch and return to our marriage when he was ready. He didn't know that while he was whispering promises to his mistress, I was signing our divorce papers. I terminated the pregnancy he claimed to want so badly and left the medical report on the table. By the time he came home to play the role of the devoted husband, I was already gone./0/83085/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bd08fb46559ad00e2398ce8ae6f124d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Headlines
It was the grand opening of my dream restaurant, Aura, the culmination of years of hard work, my moment of triumph as an acclaimed chef. But then, a woman I barely knew, Isabella Vance, stormed in and publicly declared my husband, Ethan, was her husband, waving a marriage certificate dated years before I even met him. My perfect night shattered, replaced by screeching headlines, ruined bookings, and vicious online attacks branding me a homewrecker. My daughter, Lily, came home crying, asking why kids said Daddy had another Mommy. Ethan, the man who swore he loved me, became a ghost, offering only evasive "it's complicated" excuses as Isabella unleashed a relentless public smear campaign against me, even involving my own protégé. How could the man I built a life with, the father of my child, harbor such a devastating secret? Every truth he withheld felt like a fresh stab, leaving me reeling in a vortex of humiliation and betrayal, with nowhere to hide. My entire life was collapsing, and the world watched, laughing. Now, trapped in a nightmare of lies and public assaults, I have only one choice: fight for my daughter and expose the insidious truth, no matter the cost./0/25047/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220429173804&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Odette: The mysterious woman
People believe that darkness only comes with night but to Odette. It's always coming. Her identity is hidden from everyone including her name. She rarely speaks unless it's important. Not like she hates it but she's not allowed because of fears that grips her heart. Her name,her face,her power, even her world is hidden from everyone. The only people that know little about her are Sharon and Kendra. Odette keeps running away from her shadow. She believes that if her secrets are revealed it may cause a lot of problems in the future. She's got a killer voice. A word from her can make a thousand men fall in love with her. Her hair,so long like Rapunzel's. And her flawless body as white as snow white. She's indeed a goddess. She can sing, she has a beautiful voice that can melt one's soul and most importantly there is a secret behind her long golden hair and voice. Who knows? “I will never let you slip away from me again.” He whispers into her ear. Why would a famous musician from the king's band want her. She knows what he wants and what he's after. Will she become one of them?/1/103422/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a0cc841fae35fa4c9238ae8e89eb48a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Allowance, Lies, and a Secret Ex
My husband, Jerrold, rushed out for an emergency IT call, leaving his phone behind. A bank alert flashed across the screen: a $2,500 mortgage payment to his ex-wife, Jackie Reid. My heart sank. For five years, he' d told me his take-home pay was only $4,000 a month, and I struggled to cover our family' s expenses on the meager $1,200 allowance he gave me. When I confronted him, he stammered excuses, and his parents, who knew all along, defended his 'obligation' to his past. But the lies ran deeper. I soon discovered his real income was over double what he claimed, and our entire five-year marriage was built on a foundation of deceit to pay for his guilt over cheating on his first wife. He had me clipping coupons and telling our son, Leo, 'no' to simple treats, all while he secretly funneled $150,000 of our money to his ex. He wasn't just lying; he was stealing our future. That's when I stopped crying and started collecting evidence. I hired a lawyer and walked into that courtroom ready to take back every penny he stole from me and our son./0/26768/coverorgin.jpg?v=68db414aff35049a7d39e697164e5d3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protecting Aces
The Rose Sister is in a new mission handed by the Emerald Empress of Rogue Society, a society composed of groups of people who acts out of government knowing. Most are a herd of thieves. Venice, the new leader of the Rose Sister, after their previous leader died, was threatened along with her two-member when the secret of the request emerges, and the reason why they need to protect Aces, A.K.A, Ivan Dutch Demonie, a billionaire, who happened to be the top one hacker of Underworld society. A secret that will reveal the past and the future of the truth of the previous leader of Rose Sister about who they are and the underlying secret each of them had./0/86527/coverorgin.jpg?v=44bff062caba07670e40ca44ed56a3b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pet Dog and the Plot
The silence of my house hit me first. My sweet, goofy rescue dog, Buster, wasn't there to greet me. He was just gone. My estranged husband, Mark, and his new girlfriend, Lisa, spread a narrative that ruined me: Sarah Miller, the animal shelter manager, was so negligent she lost her own dog. My work suffered, volunteers pitied me, and online comments shamed me publicly, painting me as an irresponsible fraud. They paraded around town with a new, expensive designer puppy, while the loss of Buster became a hole in my life that never closed. I became a shell, until I overheard them at a charity gala, hidden in a secluded alcove, laughing. "She still probably thinks he just ran away," Lisa snickered. "It was for the best," Mark replied smoothly. "Getting rid of Buster was the only way to make room for Muffin." "And to knock Sarah down a peg," Lisa added. The world tilted; they didn't just let Buster get lost, they orchestrated it. They destroyed my reputation and my heart for a designer puppy and cruel sport. The shock was a physical blow, and the world went black. I died of a broken heart. Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open to the familiar morning sun. It was the day Buster disappeared. This was a second chance, a miracle. I wasn't going to waste it./0/82929/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbdfed5157158eafbc1e3daeb68c9caf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Federal Secret
Michael Evans, just another face at his ten-year college reunion, pulled up in a dark grey SUV, instantly feeling the weight of his "boring government job" compared to the Porsches and McLarens lining the Newport Beach valet. His old, arrogant classmate Chad, dripping with newfound wealth, and even forgotten acquaintances like Jessica, scoffed openly at his practical vehicle and "still working for the government." The air crackled with their disdain, a tangible reminder of his perceived failure to "get rich." The taunts escalated, Chad publicly demanding Michael kneel and "shine his shoes," eager sycophants snickering along. When Michael attempted to leave, Chad, fueled by ego, ordered his security to trash Michael' s modest SUV, then grabbed a crowbar himself to finish the job. Every word, every destructive swing, felt like a deliberate blow against Michael's quiet life and modest choices. The humiliation wasn't just personal; it was an assault on professionalism, on the very idea of quiet dignity versus flashy excess. How could they be so brazenly contemptuous, so convinced of their untouchable status, that they would destroy what they believed was a mere "clunker" as a public spectacle? As Chad raised the crowbar for the final blow, utterly unaware, Michael, held fast but with an almost imperceptible flick of his thumb, silently activated a secure comms device, initiating a response that would shatter their world and unveil a truth far more powerful than any luxury car./0/80739/coverorgin.jpg?v=d60e87344365afc144c6c415f506748e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Neglected Wife to Tech Empress
The spotlight hit Ethan, and the crowd cheered for our AI launch, the culmination of years of *my* groundbreaking work. But my world shattered the instant his eyes, full of an affection he hadn't shown me in years, flickered to his assistant, Chloe, as he credited *her* with cracking *my* core algorithm. That public lie, that possessive look mirroring my deceitful father, was a searing betrayal, instantly extinguishing the future of our unborn child. The applause for *her* stock options felt like a funeral dirge for *my* genius; I walked out, terminating my pregnancy, then served him divorce papers. His hand meeting my face was the final, brutal confirmation of his blindness and my freedom from everything we built. How could one careless look unravel a decade, erase my professional identity, and destroy a family? My unwavering truth compass guided me: I called an old friend, ready to build an ethical AI empire, armed with the intellectual property Ethan thought he owned. Now, as his company collapses, he will finally face the agonizing truth of losing everything he never truly saw./0/85745/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1344d9a1d12b8f1e4e464b2ffe845db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Downfall, Her Freedom
Our ten-year anniversary party was supposed to be a celebration of us, but it felt like a monument to my husband Mark' s success, and my slow disappearance. I, Ava Green, the architect, had become Ava Thompson, the invisible hostess. Then, he walked in, late as usual, his arm around his latest young "mentee," Chloe Davis. He introduced her to a room full of fawning investors, publicly parading her, barely even looking at me. "Ava, get Chloe a drink, will you?" he commanded, in front of everyone. Humiliation burned, a hot flush creeping up my neck. I fulfilled the order, my hands trembling. When I tried to serve him divorce papers later, he laughed, dismissed them, and ordered me to "Clean this up." The next morning, he locked me in our room, cutting me off from communication, while simultaneously turning my family' s vulnerabilities into weapons-my father' s gambling debts, my brother Sean' s paralysis-chains he used to control me. He even forced me to undergo a medical examination to prove my fidelity, simply to uphold his perfect image. How could he consistently treat me with such crushing disdain? How had I become so utterly trapped, my past self, my ambitions, reduced to less than nothing? I built his empire; now I was merely a servant in my own gilded cage. But when a final, brutal act of cruelty shattered the last vestiges of my family, and his contempt finally stripped me bare, something snapped. The fear and despair transformed into a cold, clear resolve. I would not just leave; I would dismantle every lie he lived, every connection he thought he owned. The game wasn't over. It was just beginning./1/109680/coverorgin.jpg?v=c892a84fd8bfc93c4b174602d5ab0581&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Betrayal: My Escape
After eight years, I watched the man I loved, Ethan Morgan, celebrate a success he' d stolen from me. He stood on stage with his assistant, Bella, giving her the credit and the massive commission that was rightfully mine. His CEO smile, once reserved for me, was now exclusively for her. He claimed it was punishment for my mother' s engagement to his wealthy father, calling her a gold-digger and me a co-conspirator in her "scheme." Later, he texted that he was "out of town for a few days." But on Instagram, I saw the truth: a selfie of him and Bella on his private jet, on a romantic getaway. In the background of their photo was a small, silver-framed picture of us from our trip to Santorini. The violation was absolute. Our entire life together was a lie. That was it. I sent my resignation, effective immediately, and booked a one-way ticket to Oregon. I was done being his victim./1/103579/coverorgin.jpg?v=5de92ad96549f8243a7bba690864108f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Humiliated Heiress: A Quest For Justice
I was ambushed in my guardian's Hamptons estate by his son's fiancée, Kaitlyn. Accusing me of being a homewrecker, she and her friends began live-streaming my public humiliation. They beat me, destroyed my father's priceless business legacy, and forced me to my knees to beg for forgiveness on camera. They shattered the last photo of my parents and then, after I groveled, crushed my mother's locket under their heels anyway. My world was a blur of pain and confusion. Julien was like a brother to me. Harvey, his father, was my legal guardian. The accusation made no sense. Just as they were about to strip me naked for their audience, Harvey arrived, his face a mask of thunder. But the real shock came later, when a terrified Kaitlyn confessed the truth. The attack wasn't about jealousy. It was a calculated act of revenge for a decades-old family feud, and Harvey's own son, Julien, was the secret mastermind who had set me up to be destroyed./0/87466/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213207&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family's Secret: A Love Consumed
My sister, Honora, told me I killed our family in a car crash. Our parents and my adopted brother, Aloysius, were dead. She said it was all my fault. She told me I had a debt of blood and ruin to repay. For eight years, I worked three jobs, my body aching from sixteen-hour days. I lived in a tiny, damp room, ate the cheapest bread, and sent every single penny I earned to her. The money was for one thing: to buy back our family's lake house. It was the symbol of the life I had destroyed, the one place I thought I could find forgiveness. After eight years of sacrificing my health and my youth, I finally saved enough. I went to the house, ready to atone. But when I peered through the window, my world stopped. My parents were there, alive, holding champagne glasses. And sitting between them, smiling, was Aloysius—the boy who was supposed to be dead. They were celebrating his birthday. Then I heard my mother speak. "It's also Jesse's birthday today," she said casually. "We've punished him for five years. Don't you think it's time we bring him back?" Honora's smile vanished. "No. We agreed on seven years. Not one day less." Hidden in the shadows, I clutched the medical report in my hand. Their cruel game was about to be cut short. I was already dying./1/102484/coverorgin.jpg?v=df36f6f28d4d36c3cb168ada1d8bf54f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years Of Lies: The Wife's Awakening
To an orphan like me, the Donovans’ approval was oxygen. I thought I was living a fairy tale as Ivan’s fiancée, finally finding a place to land. That illusion shattered the night I overheard my future father-in-law whisper behind a study door. "We can't keep paying Kayla forever. If this comes out, it ruins the merger." The name hung in the air like toxic smoke. Driven by a sickening gut feeling, I dug deeper. I found a tuition bill for a prestigious kindergarten for a boy named Leo—paid for by the Donovans. I disguised myself as a pest control worker and infiltrated the address on the bill. Inside the playroom of a massive mansion, I found the smoking gun. It wasn’t a receipt. It was a commissioned oil painting. It depicted my fiancé, Ivan, smiling with his arm around a beautiful woman, a young boy standing between them. The plaque read: *Our Happy Family - 2023.* They weren't just cheating; they were living a parallel life. They thought I was just the naive, grateful scholarship student who would never look too closely. They were wrong. At our lavish fifth-anniversary party, in front of five hundred of Manhattan's elite, Ivan waited for my loving toast. Instead, I signaled the AV booth. The giant screen behind us flickered to life. But it didn't show our wedding photos. It showed the painting. And then, I played the recordings./1/107490/coverorgin.jpg?v=d76fa07917cbfb7ff7cd6808abd4e821&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Oracle's Revenge: My Purchased Marriage
I’m the girl from the trailer park who married the coldest billionaire on Wall Street. To the world, I’m a lucky gold-digger. To Gustavus English, I’m just a $2 million "service fee" and a human shield to keep his board of directors from tearing him apart. The morning after he treated our intimacy like a cold business transaction, he threw a check at my face and called me a mistake. He didn't know that behind my "frightened doe" act, I was a finance genius at Columbia secretly shorting his company’s stock to destroy him from the inside. The humiliation was relentless. He forced me into expensive suits that made me look like a pathetic doll and paraded me in front of paparazzi to boost his stock price. Then his brother, Caspian, arrived—the man who laughed while bulldozing the orphanage of my childhood. Caspian recognized me, whispering threats of exposure while his eyes stripped me bare. "Don't method act with me, hillbilly. You aren't my wife," Gustavus hissed, pinning me against a marble wall. I felt the burning injustice of being a bought asset, trapped between a husband who despised me and a brother-in-law who wanted to break me. I was a victim playing a dangerous game, waiting for the right moment to strike. But at a high-stakes family dinner, the power struggle turned lethal. To stop his family from seizing his billions, Gustavus dropped a bomb that shattered my plans. "We are already working on an heir," he announced, activating a legal clause that froze the entire family trust. He dragged me into the shadows, his voice a dark command. "Now you have no choice. You get pregnant, or we lose everything. Don't make me regret this." He wanted a legacy to save his empire, but I was about to give him the most expensive mistake of his life./1/103892/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223503&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Apathy, Her Freedom's Dawn
I thought my arranged marriage to the ruthless tycoon Axel Flynn was a love story when he risked his life to save mine. But when his fragile childhood friend, Alicia, arrived, I saw the truth. He would panic if she got a paper cut, but he didn't bat an eye when I jumped out of planes. With his blessing, she stole my company, my life' s work. At my own birthday party, he announced her as the new director. When I screamed the truth, he had me drugged. He threw me into a dark isolation room in the basement for three days, with no food or water, because Alicia claimed I was "unstable." He dragged me out, weak and broken, and demanded I get on my knees to apologize to the woman who had destroyed me. I finally understood. His "love" was never love. It was apathy. He simply didn't care if I lived or died. So, after he believed her final, vicious lie and left me for dead, I took the divorce papers he'd carelessly signed and walked away. This time, for good./1/113904/coverorgin.jpg?v=b636d23b2f685e4f8a7cf246a2fbf3f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
