Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?/0/82788/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201043&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Wife's Comeback
The world snapped back for Sarah Miller. It wasn't a blessing. It was June 14th, the day her life first shattered. That day, her son, David, received his prestigious ROTC scholarship acceptance. It was a golden ticket. Then, it was brutally snatched away. Her husband, Sergeant Mark Jenkins, the man she' d sacrificed everything for, didn't just have an affair with Brenda Lewis. He openly diverted David's esteemed scholarship to Brenda's entitled son, Kevin. Overnight, Sarah was painted as the "unhinged ex-wife." Mark and Brenda flaunted their "perfect" new family, built on disgusting lies. She remembered the public humiliation David endured. She remembered his spirit dimming under relentless bullying. She remembered the unspeakable note he left behind and the awful silence in his room before his suicide. Consumed by grief and labeled a crazy scorned woman, Sarah herself faded into a blur of despair. Her own tragic, unspoken end followed. How could one man be so utterly devoid of conscience? To destroy his own son for a new life? The injustice burned. The raw pain was still fresh. Why would fate curse her with such a horrifying memory, only to offer it again? Then, the shocking realization hit her. She was back. It was June 14th. A second chance. This time, she wouldn't be a victim. This time, David would live. This time, she would fight. And no one on this earth would stand in her way./1/106410/coverorgin.jpg?v=7af66bb053cd1aac2fdf113b09d2d3b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY STEPFATHER'S SON IS MY FATED ENEMY
Lily's world shatters when her mother marries Alpha Kane, because his son Derek is the same boy who tried to kill her wolf companion three years ago. Now Derek is back, stronger and colder than ever, and he claims Lily owes him a life-debt for a secret she doesn't even remember. Living under the same roof, they must hide their past from their parents while ancient pack laws force them together. As enemies become reluctant allies, Lily discovers the truth about that terrible day, and realizes the real monster might not be the boy she's been taught to hate./0/81693/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195802&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on the Quarry's Edge
The ground rumbled beneath my worn boots as I washed mason jars, a seemingly ordinary afternoon in my quiet kitchen. Then, Martha' s scream, thin and sharp with fear, shattered the peace: my mother-in-law was frozen, having stepped on something deadly in the old quarry land. I called my husband Jack, an ex-Army EOD tech, but his dismissive voice echoed a past life I' d already endured, confirming he was with his mistress Brenda. He laughed, calling me "hysterical," just as he had when his neglect contributed to Martha' s death once before, refusing to believe his own mother was in danger. A cold wave of memories washed over me: his past betrayal, Martha' s agonizing death, and his self-serving contempt, all replaying this horrific scene. Could I really trust him, the man who owed his life to my parents' sacrifice, to save his own mother now when he' d failed so callously? But this rebirth wasn't just a curse; it was a warning. I wouldn't let Martha die again. Drawing on fractured memories of Jack' s EOD training, I stepped onto the live explosive, taking Martha' s place. A sickening click affirmed my choice, marking the moment I chose defiance and survival – this time, things would be different./0/83101/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sarah's Desperate Choice
Michael Peterson had it all – a thriving architecture firm, a beautiful wife Sarah, and their miracle baby, Hope, due in months after years of IVF. His life was perfect. Then a single text shattered it: Sarah had terminated their much-longed-for pregnancy. Not for medical reasons, but for Jules, her toxic college ex, who supposedly needed her after a minor motorcycle accident. Michael raced to the hospital, finding Sarah caring for Jules, who had a mere broken leg. He watched, horrified, as she defended Jules, even emptying their joint accounts to fund his 'comeback.' The facade crumbled further when Michael discovered Jules was a drug addict, and Sarah, manipulated and coerced, had become addicted herself. The abortion, he learned, was a desperate, misguided attempt to protect their baby from a drug-addicted life and Michael from criminal implications. The true cost of this betrayal hit when his fierce, supportive sister, Emily, succumbed to stress-induced aneurysm while fighting to clear his name, leaving Michael utterly alone amidst financial ruin. How could one man's insidious influence, fueled by his wife's twisted loyalty, unravel a life built on love and dreams, dragging everyone through such profound despair and ultimately claiming innocent lives? With everything lost-family, fortune, and the very hope he once cherished-Michael is left facing total annihilation. Now, stripped bare of his past, he wanders the vast, empty landscapes of America, searching for a path forward, or perhaps just a reason to keep driving. His journey has just begun, but where will it lead?/1/116735/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e24a6b7861f1216f5b634a42e0a9221&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Accidental Wife Is A Secret Tycoon
Jaden's abusive foster parents forced her to marry a 62-year-old criminal to pay off their underground gambling debts. They treated her like human trafficking merchandise with a price tag. But the old man never made it to City Hall. Due to a chaotic mix-up in the lobby, Jaden accidentally signed the marriage certificate with the wrong man—Constantine Kensington, the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Kensington Group. When Constantine discovered the error, his eyes burned with absolute contempt. He assumed Jaden was a pathetic, gold-digging scammer who had deliberately swapped places to trap him. Instead of an annulment, he dragged her into his manor to lock her in and make her regret ever learning his name. He cut off her credit lines, threw a degrading minimum-wage internship contract at her face, and demanded she follow his draconian rules. "We sleep in separate rooms. You do not touch me. You do not cross the line," Constantine warned, his voice dripping with venom. He looked at her like she was a desperate, uneducated orphan begging for scraps. He truly believed she was just a worthless pawn entirely at his mercy, struggling to survive in his elite world. What the arrogant CEO didn't know was that the girl in the oversized hoodie was actually "King," the legendary dark web hacker who had just shorted a global conglomerate for five billion dollars right from his own guest room. Jaden looked at the pathetic ten-million-dollar divorce payoff he offered, let out a mocking smirk, and signed the contract. She would gladly use his ridiculous billionaire title as her perfect invisible shield./1/103125/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222938&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stepbrother's Deadly Game of Love
I started a dangerous game to break my perfect, cold stepbrother, Hunter. Our forbidden affair became a secret inferno, and I thought I was the one in control, the one teaching him how to feel. Then an anonymous video arrived on my phone. It showed Hunter with a young intern, repeating our most intimate lines, my words, my lessons, verbatim. "Does this need to be taught, too?" he asked her, his voice a chilling echo of our past. He confessed it was all a calculated revenge plot against my mother. He left me to collapse in the street, sick and alone, and the car crash that followed shattered my legs, ending my ballet career forever. My love was a weapon he used to burn my world to the ground. My body was broken, my dreams turned to ash. I had lost everything to a man I thought I had broken, but who had instead destroyed me. But from the ashes, a new dream was born. I became a choreographer, my pain fueling my art. Now, years later, as I stand on the world stage, he watches from the shadows, a ghost consumed by a regret he can never atone for./0/84509/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204732&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lost Memories, Found Truths
The rain lashed against the window, mirroring the fresh bruises blooming on my skin. I lay on the cold bathroom tile, my breath a shallow, ragged gasp; another "accident" Mark would explain away. He stood over me, bored and callous, reminding me our son would be late for dinner-as if I chose to be broken on the floor. My sister, Chloe, bright and oblivious, called from the front door, offering ice cream, a lifeline I couldn't grasp. "Ava's not feeling well," Mark lied, his voice dripping with fake concern for her ears, sealing me away. My last chance gone, a profound cold enveloped me, deeper than the tile, as my life ebbed away, thinking of Leo who' d never see his mother again. Then, the pain vanished, replaced by an eerie lightness; I was standing, looking down at my own lifeless body. I watched, a silent phantom, as Mark called someone, casually planning to claim double indemnity on my life insurance, describing my death as a convenient "fall." He felt no grief, only calculation. The next morning, he made Leo dinosaur pancakes, telling him Mommy was "very tired," twisting my absence into abandonment. Later, I saw him systematically erase me-tossing my treasured memories, even ripping apart the novel my grandmother gave me, a symbolic execution of my very existence. He wasn't just disposing of my things; he was annihilating any proof of who I was. I floated there, a ghost of a life brutally taken, haunted by the chilling clarity of his calculated cruelty. I had to find a way to make him pay./0/38673/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b5a3963293ac57aef364f91c7f7c4cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bossy Husband
PLOT: Rachel was dumbfounded when she realized she was betrothed to someone she does not know but after realizing it is her father’s last wish, she has no choice but to get married. Unknown to her, her betrothed is none other than her bossy CEO at work who is bent on getting her fired. Leo has always been a conservative, arrogant, cold-hearted person who cares about nothing besides his friends. But things began to take a turn when they both started to get attracted to each other. Can they be able to this attraction/1/119864/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260612103325&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Surgeon
Kennedy waited at the penthouse dining table with a positive pregnancy report hidden in her pocket. But her billionaire husband, Jackson, walked in and threw a divorce agreement directly over her medical report. He coldly announced his first love, Janine, was back, and he was giving her the life she deserved. Desperate, Kennedy pulled out the pregnancy report as her last shield. Jackson barely glanced at it before giving a ruthless command. "Get rid of it." He said he wouldn't let an accident derail his plans to make things right with Janine. Her heart turned to ice. She signed the papers without a word, taking nothing but a single suitcase, and vanished into the night. Five years later, Kennedy had rebuilt her life as a world-renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, raising their genius twins alone. But her five-year-old hacker son exposed her location by attacking Jackson's company to avenge his mother. Jackson hunted her down, violently dragged her back to his estate, and locked her up like a criminal. To make matters worse, Janine threw herself down the stairs and faked a severe brain hemorrhage to frame Kennedy. Jackson believed the lie instantly, threatening her life and demanding she apologize to the woman in the VIP hospital bed. Instead, Kennedy calmly glanced at the vital signs monitor. "I should apologize for not pushing you harder. Because for a woman with a severe concussion, your intracranial pressure is perfectly normal." As the legendary surgical genius they had yet to recognize, she was finally going to make them pay for their stupidity./0/84040/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203543&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dog's Vengeance: An Heiress Returns
For five years, my best friend Elyse and I hid our elite identities, pouring our hearts and our immense resources into building my boyfriend Ethan and his brother Wesley' s media empire. Then, just as success was within reach, Ethan's voice, devoid of all warmth, flatly demanded my entire life savings, mirroring the cold betrayal he and his new socialite partner, Sabrina, launched against us. The final blow came when Wesley cruelly sold our beloved dog, Buddy, to a research lab for mere cash, an act of sheer barbarity that forced Elyse to stage her own death to escape their clutches and activate her family' s power. How could these men, whom we believed in and loved, dismiss us as simple baristas, exploit our hidden connections, and then destroy everything we held dear, even celebrating our presumed tragedy for their gain? But as they boasted of their triumphs and prepared to conquer Washington D.C., little did they know the "barista" they thought they'd destroyed was merely shedding her disguise, a powerful Heiress now returning to her home turf, ready to unleash a vengeance they could never comprehend./0/82945/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201858&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Dog, The Unseen Plot
My Golden Retriever, Max, was the heart of my dog daycare, Pawsitive Vibes. My boyfriend, Mark, usually walked him in the mornings-a picture of our perfect life. But one morning, Mark came back alone, leash dangling. "Sarah," he flatly stated, "Max ran off. He nipped me." Max? Aggressive? My gentle dog who wouldn't hurt a fly? Before I could question him, my phone blazed: "The Feed." "Max didn't run. He's with her. Elm Street & 7th. Red light. Big rig. NOW." Panic clawed at me. Mark dismissed my terror: "He's gone. We' ll look later." His indifference infuriated me. I sped to the intersection, just as I saw her-Clara-pulling Max into a speeding semi' s path. Risking everything, I saved him. As he trembled against me, "The Feed" delivered a crushing blow: "He gave Max to her." Mark had given my dog away. "Gave him to her?" I choked, rage boiling. "The Feed" then showed Mark's manipulative plotting with Clara, discarding Max and me. He tried to gaslight me, calling me "emotional." The betrayal was immense. The old Sarah would have crumpled. But a cold fury solidified. Armed with truth, I faced him. "We're done, Mark. Get out." When he threatened, I showed him a photo from "The Feed": him kissing Clara in a hospital-a damning breach. His face went ashen. Trust shattered. This was war now, and I was ready./0/84353/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204444&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mansion to Mugshot
The roar of my ' 69 Mustang Mach 1, a Candy Apple Red masterpiece, was the most beautiful sound in the world; it was finally home, the culmination of years of meticulous restoration. But that perfect moment shattered when my wife, Gabby, and her shady "cousin" Wesley - a man I always distrusted, who secretly had two DUIs - took my dream car for a joyride. Then came the news alert: "Serious multi-car pile-up on the Dallas North Tollway. A vintage red Ford Mustang reportedly fled the scene." They framed me for the hit-and-run, a cold, calculated betrayal to protect Wesley, turning my life upside down in an instant as Gabby performed a tearful act for the cameras, solidifying my public guilt. Now, as the police sirens wailed at my mansion, and with my name dragged through the mud, I face a choice: let the woman I loved destroy me for a man who doesn't deserve it, or fight back and uncover the truth that could cost them everything./0/80755/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed by My Best Friend
My life was finally mending after the nightmare that shattered everything. I was rebuilding my academic career, my family was recovering, and my fiancé, David, and I were slowly piecing our lives back together. Then, a text message flashed across my phone, sending a shot of ice through my veins: a seemingly innocent invitation from my old friend, Kate, to a university exhibit preview. My stomach clenched, remembering the chilling déjà vu. Last time, that exact invitation led to a priceless historical artifact appearing in my bag, my academic dreams dissolving into dust. It cost my parents their retirement savings, tarnished David’s promising career, and culminated with me bleeding out, left for dead in a desolate parking lot by a deranged fanatic. I knew this was the trap again, meticulously set. How could I possibly prove my innocence when the truth had failed me before? But I wasn’t the naive victim I once was. This time, I had a plan, born from the bitter ashes of my past. I made a desperate, calculated choice: I got intentionally drunk and drove. The flashing blue and red lights in my rearview mirror were a grim confirmation of my sacrifice, my pre-planned alibi. They would arrest me, document my whereabouts, miles away and undeniably off-campus when the theft surely occurred. This time, the system couldn't use me. This time, I would fight back to expose the real mastermind, no matter the cost./0/83258/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c824e359c6c397890a7528b00043caf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Became Cruelty
For five years, I chased Marcus Thorne' s ghost. My husband, a test pilot, vanished, but I refused to believe he was gone. I sold my house, exhausted my savings, working endless shifts to fund my search. My last treasure, my father' s telescope, was pawned for a gala ticket-a chance at closure. At that glittering event, I saw him. Marcus. Alive. He smirked beside my stepsister, Izzy Vance. "She actually did it, Marcus! Pathetic," Izzy scoffed, revealing their cruel prank. His eyes, tender for Izzy but ice-cold for me, confirmed his betrayal. He blamed my father for Izzy's fake scar, claiming my family "owed" them. My five years of grief? A calculated lie to punish me. They publicly shamed me, then imprisoned me, slowly destroying my spirit. How could the man I loved orchestrate such monstrous cruelty with my own stepsister? Every taunt, every manipulation, the deliberate shattering of my father' s telescope-why this relentless torment? What secret sin warranted such vengeance? But when they framed me for arson, then abandoned me in the scorching desert with rattlesnake attractant, nearing death, a new fire blazed. I would not be their casualty./1/103282/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223053&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stolen Life, Their Bitter Downfall
I was Aurora Sterling, a talented physician who, to protect my fragile stepsister Clara, took the fall for financial fraud and went to prison. I served one year. My family, my fiancé Julian Thorne, they all promised me it was temporary, that they would wait for me, that they would take care of everything. They said Clara needed me to do this. A year later, I walked out of the prison gates not to the embrace of my family, but to cold, empty air. They hadn't come. They were all at a party, celebrating Clara's birthday—celebrating her new place as the sole Sterling heiress, the new woman at Julian's side. The lie shattered in that instant. The "sister" I had sacrificed everything to protect had, in my absence, stolen my life. Julian, the man who had sworn he loved me, had fallen into her carefully woven trap of "fragility," his favoritism becoming the sharpest knife twisted in my back. They thought I was weak. They thought I would once again yield for the sake of so-called "family." They were about to find out just how fatally wrong they were./1/104690/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c6408162ff7e6f557d2dee5ec12c56a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pregnant Wife's Billionaire Retribution
My husband tore my ultrasound report to shreds at a gala, publicly declaring me barren to protect his mistress. I was visibly pregnant, but he erased me, our child, and my truth with a single, cruel lie. So I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, I returned, no longer a fragile wife but a hardened salvage expert with a fortune. I walked into a high-stakes auction where Emerson was the top bidder. I let my son, his spitting image, make the first move. Then, I stepped from the shadows and calmly raised my paddle. "Seven hundred fifty million."/1/111417/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ddebfe15948283d4650fdac200c7fd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real. That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment." He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger. "Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch. He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered. I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting. My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed. He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."/1/103126/coverorgin.jpg?v=7cc880b31dde8c81c805b2b181457ac0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night, His Unseen Legacy
After ninety-nine failed attempts to win the heart of the brilliant but cold Dr. Julian Burke, I drugged him for one night of passion. It didn't make him love me. I fled to London in shame. Three years later, a photo surfaced. It was Julian, smiling tenderly at a younger woman-a dead ringer for his deceased first love. I flew back to New York to end our sham engagement, but he destroyed me first. He publicly accused me of leaking his research, and his testimony sent me to prison. While I was inside, I was brutally attacked and lost a kidney. My father, crushed by the scandal, died of a stroke, and I wasn't there to say goodbye. I was just collateral damage in his twisted atonement for a ghost, a convenient villain to protect her manipulative sister. He let me rot, believing I was a monster. But he didn't know the secret I carried from that one night. After my release, I took our son and vanished. I would build a new life, and he would never know the son he abandoned or the woman he truly broke./0/38674/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230403114152&imageMogr2/format/webp)
