Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir
For twenty-two years, I had believed I was the biological daughter of the wealthy Chapman family. Yet despite that, I was always treated like an outsider while they showered Jenna with love and attention. After a family dinner, Jenna deliberately threw herself down the stairs and cried that I had pushed her. My parents didn't even ask for my side of the story. My father coldly threw a DNA report on the desk and declared that I wasn't their biological daughter after all, and that Jenna was. They stripped me of my belongings, locked me in a dark storage room overnight, and kicked me out the next morning. They handed me an address for my supposed "real" parents, claiming they were ordinary working-class people, then tossed me a few dollars as a final act of charity to get me out of their sight. I couldn't understand how twenty-two years of family ties could be erased by a single fake tear. Even after I smashed a priceless vase to prove Jenna had never actually injured her ankle, they still looked at me with pure disgust. They threw me away like garbage just to protect the daughter they believed was truly theirs. But when I took the bus to the address of my supposed "poor" biological parents, I didn't find a run-down house. Instead, I found a sprawling estate. And standing inside was the billionaire tycoon behind Montgomery Sports Group. In his hands was a new DNA report showing a 99.999% probability of a biological match. "Welcome home, Madisyn," he said, his eyes rimmed red. "We've been searching for you for twenty-two years."/0/80772/coverorgin.jpg?v=5444392e280f401ba7fb0cae4d7891ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not An Affair, But A War
My marriage to Ethan Miller was a San Francisco fairytale: two powerhouses, two ambitious careers, a glossy picture of success. Until I saw his young executive assistant, Chloe, wearing the very diamond tennis bracelet I’d eyed for myself, a 'token of appreciation' she received from my husband. Suspicion festered when I found her personal items in his car, deepening into chilling certainty when he abandoned a crucial investor dinner to attend to her 'work crisis.' He gaslit me, dismissing my concerns as 'unreasonable,' just before anonymous photos and videos of their intimate hotel stay in Miami arrived, confirming my worst fears. I felt a profound betrayal, the kind that slices deeper than infidelity, realizing I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand. But when I finally moved to file for divorce, an investigation Ethan initiated unearthed a truth far more sinister: Chloe and her cousin had meticulously staged *everything* – from the bracelet to the 'evidence' in his car, even manipulating the Miami photos and attempting to drug him – all to systematically destroy me. Now, the battle isn't just for my freedom, but against a chillingly elaborate scheme. Was I merely a collateral casualty, or the sole, calculated target of their malicious envy?/0/24924/coverorgin.jpg?v=eaa6589724b585c9d1afbe2c73dc7e7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Unexpected Marriage to the CEO: A Sweet Second Chance
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?/0/85778/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7805076f4a7eb61502908be03c1ef30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Test, Her Sacrifice
My sister Sarah' s last message was a cold, digital money transfer. "Chloe, take this money. Pay off Liam' s debts and live a good life. I' m tainted now, I can' t live and drag you down." No goodbye. Just a command and a confession. I knew where she would go-the bridge. I ran, but I was too late. A single shoe, hers, lay by the railing. Everything went silent. I found Liam at a high-end restaurant, laughing with another woman. "Ashley has passed my test," he announced. "I' ll propose to her in three days. She' s good enough to be a stand-in for my late fiancée." A test. My sister' s dignity shattered for a test. Her body sold for a test. Her life, thrown away from a bridge, for a test. The money on my phone burned, her sacrifice for a lie. Then, she was just a "dirty whore," and I was the "pure" replacement. He wanted me to wear his dead fiancée' s symbol and marry him. But on our wedding day, I had a surprise for Liam Sterling. I wouldn' t be his perfect doll. I would be her vengeance./0/81085/coverorgin.jpg?v=2680511561c0a14a39cf05cc327556e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Father's Stolen Heart
My father, a respected ethics professor, looked peaceful in the mortuary. But then, a chilling detail: a fresh, surgical scar beneath his collar. They said car accident, but his heart was gone. The truth shattered me: his heart, transplanted. To my best friend, Chloe, who was pregnant. And the consent signed by Ethan, my fiancé. When I confronted him, Ethan just shrugged, called it "practical." He even suggested my father's death was a "fortunate coincidence," and I should just get over it. He had the audacity to propose I become the baby's nanny. Then he locked me in a dark room, calling me "hysterical." My father' s heart, stolen and beating in my best friend' s chest. Carrying my fiancé' s child, conceived in betrayal. The cold I felt in the mortuary was nothing compared to the ice forming around my own heart. Did they really think I would accept this, quietly become their hired help? They had awakened something buried deep. My "normal" life was over. I escaped, found a burner phone, and dialed a number I swore I' d never call again. "Marc," I whispered, "I need your help." My past was about to become their nightmare./1/125826/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ef8d8541072248c3c84fba800a16008&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Comeback
I was at my final fitting, trying on the masterpiece wedding dress I had spent eighteen months designing, when my phone rang. It was my fiancé, Hartwell. The day before our wedding, he called to cancel. He told me my stepsister Jessi had terminal cancer, and her dying wish was to marry him. "Heaven, she's dying. It's just fulfilling the wish of a terminally ill person. I'll compensate you with three percent of my company's stock." To fulfill her wish, he expected me to step aside for the girl who had spent her life stealing my things, backed by my biased parents. Later, his mother demanded I return my engagement ring so Jessi could wear it on her deathbed, and Hartwell actually suggested I wait as his backup plan. "This thing with Jessi is temporary. After she's gone in three months, I'll marry you then." They even stole my custom wedding invitations, the venue I booked, and my floral designs to celebrate their betrayal. I looked at the man I was supposed to marry, feeling nothing but incandescent rage and absolute disgust. My years of compromise had only taught them to take more, but I was done being a victim. I forced him to sign over fifty-one percent of his company and pay two million dollars in damages. But my real revenge came at the courthouse, when he realized we were already legally married and state law required a thirty-day cooling-off period for divorce. "Heaven, you have to keep this quiet. You can't ruin my wedding to Jessi." I slapped him hard across the face, ready to make his upcoming ceremony the biggest joke in New York./1/103612/coverorgin.jpg?v=d943f17550c994ec3a2bfa678b54c00b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Protector: The Billionaire's Hidden Devotion
In my last life, I was played for a fool by my charming fiancé, Curtis, and my jealous cousin, Chloe. He promised me the world, but it was all a beautiful illusion built on lies. He stole my ideas, shattered my reputation, and left me broken and alone. My death was ruled an "accident," but I knew the truth. They had orchestrated it all. Chloe, my own cousin, stood by his side, watching with twisted satisfaction as my world burned. They took everything from me-my career, my dignity, and finally, my life. The betrayal was a cold rage that settled deep in my bones. I couldn't understand how I had been so blind to the monster hiding behind his perfect smile. Now, I've opened my eyes to a second chance. I'm back at the beginning, forced to choose a husband to save my family's failing company. On one side is Curtis, the charming serpent who destroyed me. On the other is the cold, ruthless Arjun Becker, a man who promises security, but at what cost? This time, I won't be a fool. I know exactly who to choose./0/93913/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0f1724da2b0c279fb77cb3281e298b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Together We Rise From Ashes
My sister and I were stranded on a deserted road, eight months pregnant and with a flat tire, when a truck' s headlights pinned us in their glare. It wasn't swerving to avoid us. It was aiming for us. The crash was a symphony of destruction. As a monstrous pain ripped through my pregnant belly, I called my husband, Kade, my voice choked with blood and fear. "Kade… accident… the baby… something' s wrong with the baby." But I didn't hear panic. I heard his stepsister, Florence, whining in the background about a headache. Then came Kade' s voice, cold as ice. "Stop being so dramatic. You probably just bumped a curb. Florence needs me." He hung up. He chose her over me, over his sister-in-law, over his own unborn child. I woke up in the hospital to two truths. My sister, a world-renowned pianist, would never play again. And our son, the baby I had carried for eight months, was gone. They thought we were just collateral damage in their perfect lives. They were about to find out we were the reckoning./1/102830/coverorgin.jpg?v=c17e010cec234998c205257decfccab5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prosecutor's Wife: A Mother's Fury
My son Leo was in the hospital, his small body covered in bruises after a school bully left him for dead. But I soon discovered the horrifying truth. My husband, Calvin, a powerful prosecutor, wasn't just ignoring our son's pain-he was actively protecting the bully's mother, his old flame, Bethany. He used his power to systematically destroy me. He got me fired from my job and had my lawyer drop our case. He planted a fake video online that painted my injured son as a violent aggressor, turning our community into a hateful mob that screamed at us on the street. In a courtroom packed with jeering strangers, with Calvin himself presiding over my public humiliation, he thought he had me broken. He had sacrificed his own family to protect his mistress and their secrets. But as he prepared to deliver the final verdict, I rose to my feet, my voice cutting through the silence. "Your Honor," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "I want to replace the defendant in this case."/1/116753/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcab9be79a10e3b2eae55a6211350a93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captive Bride: Escaping The Masked Monster
To keep my comatose mother's heart beating in the ICU, I desperately needed two hundred thousand dollars. Instead of a loan, my aunt and uncle brought me a proxy marriage contract. They sold me to Julian Montgomery—a billionaire rumored to be a disfigured, ruthless monster—just to pay off their own bankruptcy debts. "Sign it, or they pull her plug right now." I was dragged to his gothic estate, where Julian nearly choked me in the dark on our first night. He trapped me with a fifty million dollar divorce penalty and transferred my mother to a fortress-like VIP hospital, taking absolute control of her life. He forced me to wear humiliating lingerie and play the role of a shameless gold digger to disgust his hostile family. But the most terrifying part was when he peeled off his scarred silicone mask, revealing a flawlessly handsome face underneath. Why was this manipulative psychopath spending millions on my mother's medical care? Why was he going to such extreme lengths to trap me in this hell, only to treat me worse than a maid? The answer came when his sister suddenly kicked open our bedroom door. "You think marrying this cheap whore will make you forget Luna Bloom? She's back in New York!" Feeling Julian's body instantly turn to stone at the sound of his first love's name, the truth hit me. I was nothing but a prop. But if he thought I would just lay down and be his victim, he was dead wrong./1/119256/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d17d6944758a53fd956274bc767b5c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Daring Escape Plan
Callie thought her two-year marriage to Jaime, a wealthy and gentle CEO, was a perfect sanctuary. That was until a late-night call from the NYPD shattered her world. Her husband was being questioned at a hotel where a male escort had just died. Rushing home, she didn't find a grieving man, but caught him in his study intimately entangled with the dead escort's friend. When confronted, Jaime didn't apologize. He coldly admitted he was gay and their marriage was just a sham for his inheritance. To keep her quiet, his wealthy family threatened to cut off the life-support funds for her comatose mother unless she got pregnant immediately to kill the PR scandal. When his lover later tried to sexually assault Callie in her own hallway, she fought back and struck him in self-defense. Jaime walked in, but instead of protecting his wife, he slapped her hard across the face. "You're so desperate for a man, you'll attack my guest?" She had endured the public humiliation, the cruel blackmail, and even survived a horrific car crash just to keep her mother alive. Yet, watching her husband comfort the man who just tried to violate her, she felt a chilling emptiness. Every moment of their marriage was a sickening lie. Wiping the blood from her bruised lip, the last chain of her submission finally snapped. She locked herself in the guest room and picked up her phone. She was going to accept the help of the ruthless Wall Street billionaire who had saved her life, and she was getting out tonight./1/108149/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac32d64cfe065791dd0774ecc4fc844d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn as the Villain's Wife
I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent. This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance. My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral. The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world. Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming. But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy. "I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral." The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match./0/46200/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fb1e6b197eead13aa8aa67dc6cb74c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once A Useless Son-In-Law
"Laila. It was not about money. Remember our love." "Something more than love has come up, sign the divorce paper." David was once her Romeo, Laila, his Juliet until family members put a knife in what held them together. But none of them knew there would be a second chance. Would Laila act rashly again because more enticing things are on offer Would David be such a nice guy to forget?/1/123480/coverorgin.jpg?v=87b6f0ec149ca7cbe012bbbe4b3b01a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Runaway Substitute Bride
Kara Sexton was the illegitimate daughter of the Sexton family, forced into a PR marriage with the disabled Benton heir as a disposable placeholder. But on the night before she was supposed to sign the divorce papers, her stepmother drugged her. She woke up in a stranger's hotel bed, stripped of her dignity and her late mother's precious silver locket. Terrified, she fled back to her toxic family, only to face their relentless cruelty. Her stepsister, Emilia—who had secretly refused the marriage because of the groom's injured leg—conspired to publicly humiliate Kara at their grandmother's birthday banquet. They framed her with a counterfeit designer gown and accused her of selling her body to a sugar daddy to afford her stunning appearance. "Where did you get that kind of money? Dare you deny that some old man gave you these things to show off with tonight?" Her own father and grandmother watched with cold disdain, ready to cast her out like garbage. Kara looked at these blood relatives who had stolen her dowry, pushed her into a loveless marriage, and were now trying to destroy her reputation. They thought she was just a weak, uneducated girl from the countryside who would silently swallow their abuse. They were wrong. Kara calmly summoned the original designer to expose her sister's fake dress, tossed a thirty-million-dollar priceless emerald on the table, and publicly ripped away the family's hypocritical mask. She didn't need their charity, and she was done playing the victim. And as she walked away from the ruined Sexton family, Domenick Benton—the billionaire stranger from that night—finally locked onto his target./0/84058/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b290efbcb7d0b197300bb3f990e2ed0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sacrifice & Betrayal: A Husband's Comeback
Three years ago, I sacrificed my career, taking the fall for a professional misconduct charge to shield my wife, Nicole, and her budding political ambitions. Tonight, her re-election campaign launch party was supposed to be my comeback, the moment she' d finally reintroduce me to her world. Instead, she offered a single dollar bill, the same token given to low-level volunteers, as she turned away to flirt with her smirking Chief of Staff, Wesley. The next day, Wesley flaunted a custom-made watch Nicole gave him, far more valuable than my car, while she dismissed my hurt with a cold command: "In public, you're just a volunteer, and call me Councilwoman." Then, alone and burning with fever, I called her for help, only to hear Wesley's voice in the background, a chilling affirmation of their intimacy, before she abruptly hung up. The final blow came when she watched Wesley frame me for the watch' s theft at a fundraiser, allowing me to be publicly shamed, then slapped me and called me a thief in front of everyone. Humiliation burned hotter than any fever, igniting a cold, stark realization: the woman I protected had orchestrated my destruction. I didn't argue. I calmly called my lawyer and filed for divorce./1/117692/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7abb7b7ec74301d666259a88d5323c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Deaf Heiress's Sweetest Revenge
For ten years, silence had been my world, a quiet cage after an accident stole my parents and my hearing. I never expected to hear again, but a fever broke, and the world roared back to life. My first instinct was to find my fiancé, Courtland, to share this impossible miracle. Instead, I overheard his voice from the study. Clear, calm, and utterly devoid of the warmth he saved for me, he revealed our marriage was a business deal, contingent on "the deaf girl." He planned to divorce me in a year, calling me a "beautiful, empty doll." His words were a physical blow, shattering my heart and turning the blood in my veins to slush. The "I love you" he'd signed against my skin, his patient smiles—all were a mask of betrayal. The last flicker of hope died, replaced by an arctic cold. Numb, I stumbled back to the bedroom. With the wet, slick sound of his kiss echoing in my newly awakened ears, I pressed record. The timer began to tick: 00:01. A countdown to the end of my life, or the beginning of a new one./0/95478/coverorgin.jpg?v=928c9bd714d6f365b45be6ff5b1dd08c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Is A Daughter's Sweetest Dish
The first time I died, it was from a cancer my mother couldn' t afford. My father, who had left us for his wealthy mistress, refused to pay for my treatment. In a desperate attempt to save me, my mother tried to sell her kidney on the black market. She was scammed and left to die in an alley. She died of an infection a week before I finally succumbed to the cancer, alone in a hospital bed. I' ll never forget him telling my begging mother that his new family had expenses, handing her a few hundred dollars as if she were trash. Then, I opened my eyes. I was fourteen again, healthy, watching the divorce happen all over again. My father looked at me, expecting me to choose my mother. "Blake," he said, "you' ll have to choose who you want to live with." I remembered the hunger, the cold, and my mother' s broken body. I met her tear-filled eyes, my own heart shattering. "I choose Dad."/0/84371/coverorgin.jpg?v=5781402a9bc95cf2dc86facc65b0fc65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed By My Son: The Survivor's Story
The acrid smell of burning pine was a ghost I shouldn't remember, clinging to the air inside the Montana wilderness lodge. One moment, I was plummeting from a cliff, the faces of vengeful families screaming above me, my son' s betrayal a fresh, gaping wound. The next, Caleb' s panicked voice cut through the heat, "Mom! The fire' s out of control! What do we do?" But this time, I saw past his feigned fear, a flicker of greed and excitement in his eyes – the same look he had when he delivered the doctored audio that sealed my fate. In my previous life, his cry had propelled me into action; I fought the blaze, saved everyone, only to wake up to a sheriff' s grim face and the news that the bunker' s ventilation had been sabotaged, killing them all. They found a flare gun and accelerant in my cabin, and Caleb' s faked recording, my twisted voice wishing the "rich old geezers" would "just disappear," was the final nail. The powerful families, grieving and furious, cornered me on a precipice, their raw hatred sending me over the edge. Now, reborn in the heart of the inferno, I knew the bunker was a death trap, my son a traitor, and my ex-brother-in-law, Brian, the puppeteer. This time, as Caleb watched, I didn't grab the fire extinguisher; I calmly picked up a can of lantern oil, ready to feed the flames./0/24925/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7411947bd38f677bb167137a99c20a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Richardson's
Sarah, an ex-convict hated her family for betrayal and her involvement in the crime. After the death of her mother(acting boss) the family is divided into two factions each fighting for absolute power. Later she finds out her mother did not commit suicide but was murdered. Will she find her mother's killer and help unite the family? or will she help in bringing down the Richardson family?. Find out the dirty secrets hidden deep inside the perfect Richardson family./0/85779/coverorgin.jpg?v=c08cd2b3e483826c2f448df47369b3fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
