Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The CEO's Secret Son, My Betrayal
After years of failed fertility treatments, I finally got the news I' d been dreaming of: I was pregnant with my husband' s baby. That same day, I discovered my perfect CEO husband, Harrison Ellis, had a secret. A five-year-old son with his high school sweetheart, a woman from his past I thought was long gone. This wasn't just an affair; it was a parallel life he'd meticulously hidden for years. He gave the private island he promised our baby to his other son. His entire family celebrated the boy's birthday, calling the other woman "Mrs. Bradshaw" while I watched from the shadows, completely invisible. He told me I was his everything, that he'd never betray me. But every promise was a lie, every touch a performance. I was just a placeholder in a life that was never truly mine, a trophy wife to maintain his perfect public image. To protect my unborn child from his world of lies, I had to disappear completely. So I faked my own death in a fiery plane crash, leaving him with only a pregnancy report and the video of his betrayal to remember me by./1/116116/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ee3deb22523b0a20277931a2e93dc84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Ex-Wife's Empire
A sharp pain pulled me from the darkness. I opened my eyes to see my husband, Graves, smiling as he introduced his new "intern," Alex. Her cheap handbag couldn't hide the dark hickey on her neck. Looking at them, the cold, sharp memory of my death flooded my mind. In my previous life, my protégé sold me out, and Graves watched coldly as our company crumbled, leading to my fatal heart attack. Back then, when he brought Alex home, I screamed and threw things, starting my long nightmare of humiliation. I endured her lavish birthday party in my own home, watching him gift her the exact sports car he said was "too extravagant" for me. I even miscarried our child due to the stress of his constant affairs. He held my hand in the hospital, swearing he would change. But he lied, eventually orchestrating a hostile takeover that literally killed me. I had built his entire empire from the ground up, acting as the brilliant strategist behind the curtain. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could be such a ruthless monster, discarding me for a cheap mistress and stripping away everything I owned. The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day it all started. A strange calm washed over me. "Of course, the poor thing," I said evenly. "We should take care of her." Then, I pulled out the divorce papers. This time, I won't just walk away. I will become the ghost that tears his kingdom down./0/93902/coverorgin.jpg?v=1556307954fae09c685d08d0adc6ec07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Seduction: The Man They All Feared Is Mine
It was city gossip that Aiden Elliott, a powerful figure, was old, hideous, and close to death. For money, Millie's greedy father, sly stepmother, and jealous stepsister forced her into marrying this so-called dying man. Refusing to give in, Millie rebelled by spending the night with a male escort-only to find out later he was the very man she was set to marry, the rumored tyrant himself. "I'm old and ugly?" "Impotent?" "You want a divorce?" Aiden wouldn't let her go. From then on, Millie became his cherished wife, pampered and protected, envied by everyone./1/107825/coverorgin.jpg?v=22061e186c430a59802ed98aba1b361e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silent Vows: Protected By The Billionaire
The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father’s corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin. To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy. But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him. "I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress. "You’ll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase. My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric’s own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once. I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe? I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting./0/57296/coverorgin.jpg?v=44d9e0285dbf530fcaf988d1524b45e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Slave to the Emperor
Amara Delgado's life is turned upside down when her father arranges for her to marry the wealthy and powerful Stephen Ericson as part of a mysterious business deal. Despite her reservations and dislike for her cold, arrogant husband-to-be, Amara finds herself drawn into Stephen's glamorous but cutthroat world of power, wealth, and dark secrets. As she navigates the treacherous social circles of the elite, Amara must unravel the truth behind her marriage and decide if she can learn to love the enigmatic man she has been forced to wed./1/114552/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f29073a5898e17764300480907e81f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Never Forgive, Never Forget My Pain
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother. But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past. They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window. She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains. In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up. But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test. The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground./1/103445/coverorgin.jpg?v=045b341dce0491db535545ff29c5fadd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Wife, His Mother
As the building crumbled around us, my husband, a paramedic, held the only oxygen mask. He gave it to his high school sweetheart, not to me, his wife who was struggling to breathe. Pinned under a beam, I gasped that I was pregnant. He told me to stop being dramatic and left me to die, taking our son with him. My own son agreed, telling his father I always "bounce back." I lost our baby, alone in a hospital room, while they fussed over her "anxiety attack" across the hall. They had chosen her, leaving me and our child in the rubble without a second thought. When he finally confronted me, it wasn't to apologize, but to demand I stop my "games." So I gave him exactly what he and our son had wished for. "I'm divorcing you," I said calmly. "And you can have Jax. I no longer want to be his mother."/0/84829/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a4908b55e9c8ee5c7068b58775c395b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Shadows, I Rise
The rejection email was just another polite "no" in a sea of them, a stark reminder that my art, full of abstract shapes and raw emotion, didn\'t sell. My studio apartment was small, the rent was late, and I was perpetually, painfully broke. Then my father died, and the will was read: everything, the grand house, the stock portfolio, the priceless art collection, all went to my older sister, Olivia. Not a single mention of me. It was a final, public dismissal, echoing a lifetime of being told I was a disappointment. Even worse, Olivia and her slick fiancé, David, weren\'t just inheriting; they were erasing me. They were planning to auction off a collection of "newly discovered masterpieces" from my father\'s estate-masterpieces that were, in fact, my early college works, secretly bought by my father under a pseudonym because, as I would later discover, he actually believed in me. My mother' s whispered call about a "surprise for you" before Olivia cut the line, then Arthur Sterling\'s revelation that my father had secretly collected my art for years, planning a grand exhibition for me, shattered my world. Every cold comment, every dismissal, every belief I held about my place in the family-all lies. The truth fueled a rage so cold and sharp, it cut through the shock. This wasn\'t just about a broken heart; it was about art, legacy, and a fundamental theft. I looked at Mr. Sterling, the struggling, adrift artist gone. In her place, a woman fueled by a burning need for truth. "They\'re going to sell my art," I said, "As his." I would not let that happen./1/102350/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad40900c6e4a3a9b21e119670640044c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Unwanted Ward To Unattainable Queen
I was the orphan Marcus Thorne took in. He was my guardian, my savior, and the man I foolishly fell in love with. But when he caught me sketching his portrait, he didn't see devotion. He saw a mess. He called my feelings "inappropriate" and told his fiancée I was just a "minor household issue" before shipping me off to Italy to get rid of me. He thought I would pine for him. Instead, I erased him. I blocked his number, deleted his photos, and sent him a check for every single cent he spent on me with two words: *Debt paid.* Three years later, Marcus showed up in Florence. He looked wrecked, desperate, and furious that his "property" had walked away. He tried to order me home. He tried to claim he finally loved me. He expected the girl who used to worship him to fall into his arms. But I looked at the man who broke my heart and felt absolutely nothing. "You don't love me, Marcus," I said, stepping back into the arms of a man who actually valued me. "You just hate losing." And for the first time, I watched him crumble while I walked away./0/51508/coverorgin.jpg?v=4926c811a130a48cb3740b2fd67ab90f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO
"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning.../1/119871/coverorgin.jpg?v=6387bc0309d59cb4dc2a1609f3a25be0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Him, Inherit The World
Genevieve had spent three years in a one-sided, unreciprocated devotion, only to become the butt of everyone's jokes. So, when Julian forced her to choose between her career and marriage, she didn't hesitate-she chose divorce. From that moment on, she vowed to reclaim her dignity and live up to her role as the poised, brilliant, and stunning heiress of the pharmaceutical empire. Her father was a business tycoon, her mother a renowned physician, her older brother a shrewd and ruthless corporate magnate, her younger brother a dominant force in the entertainment industry. And then there was also her rival-the heir to a billion-dollar empire who had a secret soft spot for her./0/45407/coverorgin.jpg?v=769658f617b0af72fdc1af2eb7cfa17c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Strange Love: My Wife Is My Sworn Enemy
Caroline was known to be the brain behind the downfall of the Patel family. She fled abroad for many years and then returned out of the blue. One night, Rafael Patel accosted her in a public place and pressed her against the wall. His eyes were filled with aggression. "When did I give you permission to do that?" "Let me go! Rumors will spread if people find us like this. Behave yourself. I don't owe you shit!" she coldly uttered, trying to struggle. The next day, all the influential figures in the city received a stern warning. "Gossip about Mrs. Patel will no longer be tolerated. Anyone found guilty will be dealt with!" Everyone who was waiting for Caroline's downfall was dumbfounded. Since when did she become Mrs. Patel? Why did Rafael marry his family's sworn enemy?/0/79041/coverorgin.jpg?v=a614d2c40feb61229bf985d726c35098&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret I Heard in the Operating Room Changed Everything
I'd had a hopeless crush on Rhett Beaumont since I was practically a kid. He was my dad's business partner – older, suave, the kind of Southern gentleman who could charm anyone. For years, I'd built up these elaborate daydreams about him. Then, at the annual Historical Society Gala, he finally seemed to see me. His smile, just for me, made my heart do that stupid little flip. He leaned in, promising a private chat later, and my head was spinning. This was it. But "it" turned into a horrifying trap. A week later, after a staged mugging where he played the hero, we ended up in a passionate encounter. That single night led to his childhood sweetheart, Caroline, crashing her car. Then came our cold, guilt-driven marriage, years of painful, invasive IVF treatments, and him controlling every aspect of my life. The final blow? Hearing him coldly tell the doctors, "Just let her go if it comes to that," as I bled out on an operating table. He never loved me. Not for a second. I was just a pawn, a convenient distraction in his twisted games. He blamed me for Caroline's accident, resented my very existence. My body became a failed experiment, my spirit crushed under his icy indifference. All those years of adoration, wasted on a man who saw me as less than nothing. The injustice of it all was a physical ache. How could I have been so stupidly blind to his manipulation? He'd used my innocent crush to utterly destroy me. The man I'd put on a pedestal despised me enough to watch me die. Then, blackness. My last thought: what a complete fool I'd been. But in the next instant, I gasped, my eyes snapping open. The scent of lilies and champagne filled the air. I was standing by that same floral arrangement at the Gala, the night it all began. Rhett Beaumont was walking towards me, that familiar, predatory smile on his face. I was dead. I knew I was. Yet, here I was. A second chance? This time, things would be different./1/117681/coverorgin.jpg?v=80954f4e802b60faa51534762913251b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When His Love Died, Her Life Bloomed
The photograph curled in the fireplace. I watched my own face turn black, blister, and dissolve into ash. My wedding photo. The one where I was smiling and he was almost smiling. I placed the engagement ring and the wedding band side by side on his desk. Next to them, the keys. On top, the letter for Mrs. Tucker. In the elevator, I took out my SIM card and snapped it in half. The sound was small. Final. I dropped the broken pieces and the phone into a public trash can on the corner. A yellow cab pulled up. "Where to?" Anywhere. As long as it wasn't here. I got in and looked ahead, through the windshield, at the gray, uncertain road. This time, I did not look back. Three months later. I sat on the porch of a small cottage, a mug of coffee warming my hands. The morning fog rolled in off the Pacific, smelling of salt and pine. No one knew I was here. No one in this town had ever heard the name Harlow Thornton. I was Harlow Graham. And I was alive again. But I should have known that a man like Axel Thornton would never let go. I just didn't know how far he would go to find me./1/125190/coverorgin.jpg?v=5de84932d65246f59faa9fc58b05e125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
I was in the delivery room, fighting for my life against a sudden amniotic fluid embolism. The doctor rushed out, desperately asking my family to sign the consent form to save me and my babies. But my fiancé, Jagger, slammed the clipboard shut and refused to sign. Through the half-open door, I saw my cousin Caroline resting a hand on her flat stomach, smiling triumphantly as she leaned into his arms. "What Jagger really wants is a healthy heir to secure his position, not whatever that thing is inside you." They walked away, leaving me to die on the operating table. If a passing stranger hadn't stepped in to sign the papers, my twins and I would have been corpses. When I woke up, Jagger had already announced my death in a "yachting accident" to the world. He had transferred all my company shares to his name and even left instructions for the hospital to get rid of us if we survived. I couldn't believe the man who promised to love me forever could casually sentence me and his own children to death just for corporate greed. My despair turned into an icy, dead calm. I threw away my engagement ring and fled to Europe with my babies in the dead of night. Five years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York, holding the hands of my genius twins. It was time to take back my empire and make them pay./0/97970/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3dd0e78880f3b4401807e5fd447af78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?/0/99378/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7930e4a6e1bc0bbbb00438205482f9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turned To A Living Hell
I worked three jobs to support my paralyzed husband, Gavin, and our developmentally delayed son, Leo. Life was a relentless grind, but I held our shattered family together, even taking in Gavin's infertile, widowed sister, Celeste. Then, one day, I collapsed from exhaustion at a construction site. My son, Leo, ran to get help, only to be mauled to death by a pack of stray dogs. At a charity gala weeks later, Celeste, wearing a necklace Gavin once gave me, cornered me. She mocked Leo's death, then brutally kicked me in the stomach, causing internal bleeding that led to an emergency hysterectomy. I could never have children again. Gavin, however, believed Celeste's lies that I had attacked her. He threw a razor at my head, called me a monster, and left me bleeding on the floor. When I tried to leave our apartment with Leo's ashes, Gavin and Celeste accused me of cheating. In the struggle, they shattered the urn, scattering my son's remains across the floor. Gavin kicked the ashes, calling them "trash." But hidden inside Leo's teddy bear, I found a voice recorder. On it was a recording of Gavin and Celeste, their voices clear and strong. They had faked his paralysis, stolen his company's assets, and Celeste had even wished for Leo to be gone. The betrayal was so immense, I collapsed, coughing up blood, as my world went dark one last time./1/103289/coverorgin.jpg?v=5698da5a017a776de590fc8bd85a13fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Political Lie, My Shattered Love
My husband, a rising political star, begged me to reconcile. I thought our love story was real. It was a lie, a public spectacle designed for his political gain and my systematic destruction. On our anniversary, I found a group chat on his tablet. He and his mistress were laughing about how predictable I was, calling me a "naive fool" for believing his promises. The cruelty escalated from there. He poisoned my food, publicly humiliated me at a charity auction that left me bankrupt, and even had me whipped in his family's basement as a twisted form of punishment. The final blow came when I overheard him plotting my murder. He planned a "tragic hiking accident" at a remote cliff during a storm, a perfect crime to make me disappear forever. But I turned his murder plot into my own escape. I faked my death and started over as a baker in a quiet town. A year later, he found me, haunted by regret, but his final act of redemption-and the true cost of my freedom-was something I never saw coming./0/86394/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c717af0cf3e2e392924cb63e04f2a1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Irresistible Seduction: Married For Deception, Loved For Real
Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."/0/91400/coverorgin.jpg?v=ece9e29ca924005490dbcd599a573c33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
