Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlisle
I was dying in a mangled SUV during a freak blizzard, my ribs crushed by the steering column. With my last ounce of strength, I called my husband for help. But Bennett just impatiently told me not to ruin his dinner reservations. Through the phone, I heard the sweet, cloying laughter of his mistress, Celine. I even heard my own son cheerfully calling her "Auntie Celine" and asking for ice cream. "Your son is having a good time. For once, don't make everything about you. Stop this ridiculous game and go home." Bennett growled those words and hung up on me to go shopping with her. For ten years, I had given up my family's corporate empire to be his perfect wife, only to be entirely erased and replaced. As the freezing cold seeped into my bones, I realized the restrictive prenup I signed for love was just a cage. I died alone in the snow, filled with rage. I hated Bennett for his cruelty, and Celine for her lies. But most of all, I hated myself for being so weak and believing love was enough. As my heart gave its final beat, a desperate thought burned through the dark void. If I could do it all again... Opening my eyes, I was no longer in that cold, metal tomb. I was back at my son's fifth birthday party three years ago. Celine was just about to serve him the cake laced with his deadly allergen. This time, I wouldn't be the hysterical wife taking the blame. I packed my bags, walked out the door, and told him to expect the divorce papers./0/58464/coverorgin.jpg?v=a28e8d811522c40d6e892854f1953bb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Love With My Ex's Uncle
On the day of the wedding, Brendan left me and went to find his true love. When I called him, he, who had always been gentle to me, showed impatience for the first time, saying, "It's just a wedding, I'll make it up to you when I get back." Feeling disheartened, I suggested calling off the wedding. Brendan thought I was just being stubborn, and in the face of friends' advice, he said, "It's okay, when she calms down, she will come find me." It wasn't until Edrence, the prince, posted our marriage certificate that Brendan suddenly went crazy and came knocking on my door. When he saw the man who opened the door, he was slightly stunned. And I, standing behind the man, with a blush still on my face, leaned forward and asked, "Nephew, what brings you to see your auntie so late?"/0/23748/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f85afa4490c79063a81c3e683ec7769&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BET!(The all fell for her)
Meet Emily Brown, seventeen year old highschool drop out who lost the only people she called her parents. She was taken from the streets by her late guardian. When they died, she was back again on the streets again. Working as a pizza deliverer. She was kicked out of her workplace cause of a little misunderstanding....... And she found a work vacancy at a big place, With the people she's been dreaming to work with when she makes it. Will she get the job? Will fate be of help to her? There are good and bad moments. Sweet and sour moments Memories that can never be forgotten.... Find out in this intrudging story......./1/127572/coverorgin.jpg?v=a870d84a81446ff39d572d55041c90fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Forgotten Night, Our Secret Son
Six years ago, I gave Ryan Carter one reckless night. By morning, the rising hockey star was gone. A few weeks later, I was staring at two pink lines-and the desperate call I made to him went unanswered. So I raised our son alone. Now Ryan has been traded to Boston. Worse, he is the newest superstar client of my fiercely protective older brother. At my brother's engagement party, five-year-old Oliver runs straight into Ryan's path. One look at the boy's cornflower blue eyes and unmistakable dimple, and Ryan knows. His shock looks real. So does his devastation. Ryan swears he never received my call. That while I was discovering I was pregnant, his mother was fighting for her life in the ICU. Maybe it is the truth. Maybe it is another polished lie from a notorious playboy with a violent temper and a talent for breaking hearts. I should protect Oliver. Protect myself. Keep Ryan far away from the life I built without him. But Ryan Carter has never backed down from a fight-and now he is fighting for his son. And for me. The chemistry between us still burns as fiercely as it did six years ago. But wanting him is easy. Trusting him with my heart-and our son's-is another matter entirely. Because the only thing more dangerous than hating the man who abandoned me is believing he never meant to leave./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/1/105834/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9c0ddb20043431fba754883aa83c443&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Revenge: My Ex-Husband's Regret
The view from our twenty-million-dollar penthouse was stunning, but all I could see was the cracked screen of my phone. A single message from a contact named Sienna had just appeared: "Game On." For four years, I had worn the shapeless beige cardigans and played the quiet, submissive wife the elite Rutledge family demanded. "Dorothea is back in the city," my husband Hunter said, refusing to meet my eyes as he pushed the divorce papers toward me. He offered a "generous" settlement, patronizingly claiming that with my felony record and "creative resume," I’d be living on the streets without his charity. He had no idea that while he was rehearsing his breakup speech, I was already zipping up a duffel bag filled with cash and a passport in a name he didn't recognize. His sister Kamala didn't even wait for me to pack before she was in our bedroom, calling me a leech and trying to destroy the only photo I had of my mother. I didn't cry or beg; I simply dropped Hunter’s favorite three-million-dollar Ming vase, watched it shatter, and walked out the door with a cold smile. That night, I traded my sensible flats for a crimson silk dress and lethal heels, leaving Hunter’s jaw on the floor when he saw me at an exclusive club. He watched in horror as I smashed a vodka bottle over a harasser's head, still believing I was a broken woman who needed his protection. He didn't know the truth until his grandmother finally revealed that I was the anonymous investor who had rescued their company from bankruptcy. I had gone to prison to protect his father's reputation, wearing the shame for years so their family name wouldn't implode. Hunter fell to his knees in the driveway, begging for a second chance and promising to dump his mistress, but the anger in my heart had already turned to ice. The man I had sacrificed my life for was now just a stranger I used to know. "The opposite of love isn't hate, Hunter. It's indifference." I climbed into a purple supercar as my phone buzzed with a call from Mount Sinai Hospital. My medical license was reinstated, and a high-profile trauma case was waiting for my hands. Iris the housewife was dead, and Dr. Gutierrez was finally back in play./0/79554/coverorgin.jpg?v=2053f1eecceff6f4102d17138ffb4635&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Three Years of Lies The Day My World Burned
For three years, I lived a lie as Ava Cole, wife to Ethan, whose devotion was reserved not for me, but his college sweetheart, Chloe Vance. I meticulously tracked his escalating betrayals in my secret "Breaking Point Ledger," knowing 100 points meant freedom. The ledger filled quickly, fueled by his unapologetic neglect and public displays of obsession. Then, disaster struck: caught in a violent car crash, I lay bleeding, my world shattering around me. Doctors, grim-faced, revealed I was eight weeks pregnant, desperately needing help. But when the hospital reached Ethan, his urgent command echoed chillingly: prioritize Chloe, who had a mere allergic reaction. My baby, our baby, was lost. "We couldn't save the baby," the nurse later confirmed, her voice laced with a silent fury that mirrored my own. The ledger, once a quiet tally, now screamed past its limit, leaving a brutal, undeniable score of his final, ultimate betrayal. There was no going back; only forward. With a soul-deep resolve, I signed my divorce papers, reclaiming Ava Miller and leaving behind the shattered remnants of a life that was never truly mine. My bags were already packed for Austin, ready for a new chapter where I would rebuild, reclaim, and rise from the ashes./1/102590/coverorgin.jpg?v=001965e0412deaf29a840a70661db850&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Diplomat's Payback: Dumped, Framed, And Married Up
Kiera, a rising diplomat, was wrecked overnight by her stepmother and sister—name smeared, high society snickering. Her fiancé even schemed for her family fortune. She seized control of the game, ruining her sister's plan and claiming the tycoon her sister craved. They muttered "social climber," but he knew her iron will. When the ex regretted it, she sneered. When her sister challenged her in public, Kiera dropped proof that shattered the innocent act. He drawled, "If she wants to stir things up, I'll help." Kiera hooked her arms around his neck. "Darling, this was setting things straight."/0/70794/coverorgin.jpg?v=027994b48334ede821187a8ca356bacd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Silence: Leaving Her CEO Husband
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"/0/83772/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef837975452b49568ba9e49e958fe591&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After He Cheated
I had an underground romance with my best friend's brother for a year. I originally planned to announce it to everyone on his birthday. The day before his birthday, I went to deliver food to him with my best friend. Looking at the boyfriend and the flower girl holding hands in front of me, I clenched my fists. "My brother is quite talented. He managed to win the flower girl over so quickly." I nodded with a bitter expression: "Zhi Heng's brother is very compatible with his girlfriend."/0/84421/coverorgin.jpg?v=e35505237a333cbceb5c0a9fa91295f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifteen Years: His Turn To Play
The sleek leather of my 50th-floor office chair felt real, the hum of the AC familiar. I was Andrew Scott, Wall Street rising star, not ex-con '734'. Then, the intercom buzzed. My assistant, voice tight with panic: "Mr. Scott, it's Ryan Clark...about Jenny...an accident." A physical blow. The exact same words. Fifteen years in a concrete box, the taste of stale bread, followed by the blinding Hamptons sun, Jenny-my dead wife-laughing with Ryan, their son looking exactly like him. The final memory: a dark New Jersey alley, the smell of garbage and my own blood. It wasn't a nightmare; it was my life, and it ended. But I wasn't dead. My heart pounded, not with fear for the woman I loved and our unborn child as it had before, but with a cold, hard rage. They had played their game, and I had lost everything. Now, it was my turn. And this time, I knew all their moves./0/27318/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef938047728590e17a01319fb76c2e4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Welcome Home, Baby
Kome became pregnant for her university sweetheart after their first sexual encounter. It happened just at the end of her four year program. Once her father heard news of pregnancy, he was disappointed and sent her away. She took the news to her boyfriend who decided against assuming responsibility for the baby. This left her in a limbo and she scrambled for survival until she gave birth to a baby girl. She tried bringing up the baby but once she thought of her poor state and her lack of progress, she decided to do something drastic. She abandoned the baby in front of an orphanage and went off to serve the nation for a year. She got lucky and got a good job which enabled her to start living a good life. She was swimming along in this beautiful tide when a reminder from her past appeared. One that would bring her to examine the wrong step she had taken. She is forced to confront her past misdeed./0/25047/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef8791c0837da18089d84ee7836594db&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?/0/85719/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4026154190946e0f51675caca7d4a91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Gilded Cage: A Husband's Escape
It was our tenth wedding anniversary, but the party felt exactly like the nine humiliating ones before it. My wife, Vanessa Thorne, a dazzling socialite to the world, was my warden, and tonight, she paraded her newest "toy," a young model named Liam. "Show him the ropes," she purred, her eyes alight with cruel amusement, forcing me, her husband, to mentor her latest conquest in how to "please her." As the guests snickered, the subtext was clear: "Show him how to be my pet, just like you." For ten years, I had been her gilded prisoner, my father's mounting medical bills the chain around my neck, paid for by the Thorne family. But tonight, something inside me snapped. "No," I whispered, then louder, "No. I won't." I met her eyes and declared, "Vanessa, I want a divorce." The room erupted in laughter, and Vanessa sneered, "You always come crawling back. You have nothing. You are nothing without me." She was right; ninety-nine times, I had failed, but this was the hundredth. I pulled out a printed divorce agreement, a symbol of my resolve. In response, she snatched my champagne and flung it in my face, hissing, "Have you forgotten what you are? You belong to me." Then, for her audience, she commanded, "Get on your knees, Ethan. Crawl to me. Bark like the dog you are." Soaked, shaking, and utterly broken, I knelt, the marble cold beneath me, and whimpered, "Woof." That night, locked in my studio, the phone rang: my father was dying. I pounded on the door, screaming, "Vanessa! Let me out! He's dying!" Her reply, cynical and cold, echoed through the wood, "Another trick? It's pathetic." She left me there, and a primal fury ignited. I smashed the window, cut myself on the glass, and fashioned a rope from canvas. I barely made it down, landing hard and breaking my ankle, but I crawled through hedges, alarms blaring. On the street, a sleek black sedan pulled up. A woman, Sarah Jenkins, offered, "You look like you're in trouble." I gasped, "I need to get to the hospital. My father..." "Get in," she said, her voice calm and steady. At the emergency room, I heard it: "Mr. Miller... just passed a few minutes ago." My father was gone. The chain was broken. A strange, terrifying sense of freedom washed over me, a feeling of nothing left to lose. I clutched Sarah's card, a lifeline in my hand, and whispered, "I'm so, so tired of fighting."/0/66901/coverorgin.jpg?v=159ba92221ff0fe7738c73b7884c2393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO'S SALVATION : HER HALO
Debbie Griffin, second born of the Griffin's sees herself been drawn to the darkness after the death of her parents . And the continuous torment that keeps her awake at night, she waltz into Alexander Jefferson world a young billionaire who has his own demons lurking in the shadows. What happens when they cross paths? Would she accepts a marriage of inconvenience ? What would be the fate of their lives when Debbie finds out the very secret that led to her torments? Wanna find out? Yallah!! ------------ "I didn't do it- I didn't do it" the voice repeated in distress. She move in that direction. "Who's there?" Debbie asked getting all sweaty,she couldn't help but be drawn to the voice. She moved closer to see a manly figure shaking. He was facing the walls so she couldn't see his face. "I didn't do it, please stop leave me alone!" Alex cries to himself dragging his hair and cutting himself. Debbie fearfully shifts backwards but stood wondering why he was acting unstable. "Hey,just calm down okay you are fine" Debbie said softly moving closer to him having no idea why she's doing this./0/38674/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ce87f47af73d71eb9c209b6f68aa6fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempting the Billionaire and his heir
BLURB Alexa Martin did not think that she would fall head over heels for her employer, popular billionaire, Anthony Brown and his good-looking son, Nolan Brown when she came under the disguise to work as a maid. The plan was to go into their multimillion mansion and help her lowlife boyfriend and his gang rob the place but fate had other plans. Anthony Brown is the most eligible billionaire bachelor in the country while his spoilt but extremely handsome son, Nolan Brown would rather focus on his music career than follow his father's footsteps and take over the construction company. Anthony gets a nanny to watch over his son as punishment but Alexa ends up coming into their lives and everything as they know it, changes. What does a love triangle involving father and son look like? Will Alexa push through with the robbery plan which had brought her to the house? Or will she be blinded by love? What happens when they find out her real motive? And who wins her heart in the end?/0/85395/coverorgin.jpg?v=1693b959caab60ac8b4794c6bf0f67da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Papers, A Woman Reborn
My record label was a empire, built on grit and an uncanny ear for talent. But that morning, standing in my sanctuary, Studio A, the controlled chaos I expected was replaced by a scene that froze my blood: a girl I didn't know, holding "The Nightingale," Liam's one-of-a-kind microphone. It wasn't just any mic. It was our mic, a silver emblem of our shared career, engraved with "E+L"-a symbol of a sacred promise he made years ago, that only his voice would ever touch it. And this girl, Ava, with her sickly sweet smile, was singing into it, her cheap perfume clinging to the pop filter, her fingers wrapped right over our initials. My sound engineer paled and cut the audio. "Hi, Ms. Reed. I'm Ava. Liam said I could warm up with this one." Her voice was pure saccharine. Liam, the man of principles, who preached loyalty and integrity, had let her use it, had broken his promise for her. He walked in later, carefree, carrying coffees, asking, "Where's Ava?" as if it were nothing. Blithely admitting he told her she could use his mic. Why did he dismiss our vow so easily? Why was this girl, a stranger, allowed to hold something so intimate, so symbolic of us? And why did Liam act like my feelings were an overreaction, just something he needed to manage? I sent her home, but the real fight had just begun./0/79555/coverorgin.jpg?v=380ca6147675ca86e3544715144b582d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Gave My Heart, He Gave Me Humiliation
My life revolved around Ethan, the secret husband I loved fiercely, despite the feud between our families. Then, Chloe Vance, his ex-girlfriend and now stepmother, cornered me in a powder room with a cruel bet: ten chances to make Ethan publicly claim me, or I'd sign divorce papers and disappear. Each attempt to win his affection ended in public humiliation. He remained cold, his attention always on Chloe, who openly delighted in my torment. He looked at me with disgust when I tried to bridge the distance, abandoned me in a fire, and watched me suffer an acid attack – his only concern for her. Despite my agony, he later tried to make me take the fall for her sordid scandals. How could the man I loved treat me with such brutal indifference, repeatedly choosing his ex-girlfriend while I withered? Was I merely a convenient shield, a secret to be hidden, while his true devotion remained with another woman? The casual cruelty, the dismissive betrayal, chipped away at everything I believed. Watching him side with her after that horrific attack, something inside me irrevocably shattered. My foolish, stubborn love for Ethan Gold finally, completely died. I decided then that I wouldn't just leave; I would reclaim my life and dignity, severing every last tie to the man who never truly saw me. And he would finally understand what he had lost./0/96102/coverorgin.jpg?v=810eca95a2c59a48487022d6ad0543d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Betrayal To Brilliance: The Rise Of A Hidden Heiress
On the night of our engagement, I learned the truth-his heart still belonged to someone else, his first love. Three years slipped by while I pretended to be ugly and a fool, helping him rise from housekeeper's son to talk of the town. But he stood by as she accused me of theft and even sent men to ruin me. "She stole my beloved's success. Do whatever you want with her." For years, I had hidden behind a mask, and he probably never realized that the true heiress to a vast fortune was right before his eyes. I stopped pretending. When everyone mocked me, I stunned them with my real beauty. Anyone who tried to steal my work found their plans crushed. My ex tried to humiliate me, so I forced his father to kneel and apologize. The school buzzed, trying to guess who was backing me. My father, the richest man alive, said, "She is my daughter." The nation's top doctor added, "No one can threaten my mentor." The leader of a global arms syndicate took me in his arms and declared, "She is my woman." Watching the scene as he knelt, my ex burst into tears, begging for a second chance./1/103240/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1455e8633469b2678f66b03dc0ff11e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
