Modern Books for Women
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When Love Comes Late
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?/1/114581/coverorgin.jpg?v=100d45b7fd9fe27f4cee57b7ce745c11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon
Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie-an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse./1/124670/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a04ac30f7170d2d92598f1c6e1aed0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped By A Hockey Star, Crowned By A Secret Prince
Cathryn's fiancé promised to marry her if he became hockey world champion, but three times, he abandoned the competition for another woman. Done with his betrayal, she left him, only for a wager to force her into marrying the first man she encountered-a homeless stranger beside a trash bin. Everyone expected Cathryn to regret it. Instead, she became a global sensation and reclaimed her place among the elite, pampered by her three powerful brothers. Then her "homeless" husband arrived with royal guards and revealed the truth. "I've been your bodyguard husband for three years. Now, it's your turn to be my queen."/1/110647/coverorgin.jpg?v=29beacffc0e96b8cfd2210bc9ec24044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Trophy Wife, The Apex Predator
My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."/1/113817/coverorgin.jpg?v=f586bcf7162eda00ef098a5874812ef1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Of The Forsaken Pregnant Wife
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn./1/122870/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c0553972b350412218dd8d0c05b2ef0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not The Hideous Bride, Just A Goddess In Disguise
Forced into an arranged marriage with a woman rumored to be hideous, Nolan barely acknowledged his new wife and spent most nights away from home. Instead, he became hopelessly obsessed with a mysterious beauty whose many identities left everyone speechless. She was a medical prodigy, dazzling figure skater, and underground boxing champion, yet she always vanished before dawn. After a relentless search, Nolan uncovered the unbelievable truth. The woman he had fallen desperately in love with was actually his own neglected wife. Now she'd decided to end their marriage contract, and he'd do anything to win her back./1/113354/coverorgin.jpg?v=56d3308a3230fe4ceaa4b7059ea5f1d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He's The Last To Know Her Power
"I want a divorce." I was eight months pregnant. He didn't know. For three years, I fixed every SEC filing he signed. Caught every error. Kept his billion-dollar firm clean. He never once asked what I did all day. When he said those three words over dinner, I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I just smiled and said, "Okay." Then I went upstairs, unlocked my study—the room he never entered—and pulled out a lease for a Brooklyn apartment. Incorporation papers for my own firm. And a folder full of evidence that could send his company up in flames. He thought he was divorcing a wife. He was actually firing the only person keeping him out of federal prison. Now his partners want to sue me. His mother is panicking. And he's been sitting in a hospital waiting room for seven hours—just for a chance to hold our daughter. He spent three years not seeing me. Now? He can't look away. My name is Nora Kidd. And I'm just getting started./0/73838/coverorgin.jpg?v=13386996a09e7a2f9334fc224055a59a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite-except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We've already lost so many years. I won't let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall-until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter... were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."/0/98086/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fe55ba6aaa119699eb829002f33d391&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family iPad's Hidden Secret
A suggestive iMessage on the family iPad was the first crack in my perfect life. I thought my teenage son was in trouble, but anonymous Reddit users pointed out the chilling truth. The message wasn't for him. It was for my husband of twenty years, Anthony. The betrayal became a conspiracy when I overheard them talking. They were laughing about his affair with my son's "cool" school counselor. "She's just so... boring, Dad," my son said. "Why don't you just leave Mom and be with her?" My son didn't just know; he was rooting for my replacement. My perfect family was a lie, and I was the punchline. Then, a message from a lawyer on Reddit lit a fire in the wreckage of my heart. "Gather proof. Then burn his entire world to the ground." My fingers were steady as I typed back. "Tell me how."/1/113104/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f87d1a01179952f2e598686fb1bc07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Returns: Too Late For Your Regret
I died in a high-end psychiatric ward, only to wake up gasping for air in the icy water of a Hamptons infinity pool. Three years ago, I had been the naive girl who desperately craved the love of my wealthy brothers, but today, I was drowning while they prioritized the fake sister who was only pretending to choke. My brother Preston didn't even glance at me as he swam past to save her, and my other brother Brock threw a life ring at her while ignoring my struggle entirely. I clawed my way onto the deck, shivering and vomiting water, only to be met with their cold lectures and accusations that I had pushed her on purpose. They hovered over her with cashmere towels and fake concern, while I stood there, a soaked, disposable pawn in their twisted game of favoritism. I didn't cry, I didn't beg for their validation, and I certainly didn't care about their hollow threats anymore. I walked back into that house, packed every expensive gift they had ever used to buy my affection, and dumped it all in a trunk to return to them in front of the city's elite. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum, but they had no idea that the girl who died in that asylum was gone, and the one who returned was done being their victim./0/85884/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fa855030f6989e987ac3e0a390c5423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidney Betrayal, Love's Cruel Deception
Five years ago, I voluntarily gave my kidney to save my daughter, Lily, believing it was a sacrifice born of a father' s love. What I received in return was a meticulously orchestrated public humiliation: forced to wear women' s clothing and clown makeup, starring in a viral video that branded me a pervert and destroyed my career and reputation overnight. My wife, Sophia, and Lily stood by me, their unwavering support the thin thread I clung to, believing their love was real, even as I lived as a social pariah. But that belief shattered when I overheard Lily and Sophia confessing to their monstrous deception: Lily's illness was a lie, Sophia's "kidnapping" was a sham, and my kidney was meant for my bitter step-brother, Daniel, all part of a calculated plot to ruin me and seize control of my family's firm. My life was a cruel, elaborate stage play, and I, the fool, had been their unwitting star, leaving me with nothing but the chilling realization that my sacrifice was a mark of betrayal. I lay in a hospital bed, barely conscious after collapsing from their latest act of public shaming, as Sophia and Daniel plotted to commit me, solidifying their control over my life and what little savings I had left. The man they thought they' d broken was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. I would play their game, let them believe their victory was complete, and then I would disappear. This was not an escape, but a strategic retreat. For the first time in five years, I knew exactly what I had to do, and my vengeance would be meticulously planned, far from their reach./0/69771/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4266cccbfe08e0d0e450973e1c14c37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in a billionaire's world
Love in the Billionaire's World Ashley Jenkins, a 22-year-old waitress, and Ryder Blackwood, a 28-year-old billionaire, come from different worlds. Despite their social divide, they form a deep connection. As Ryder introduces Ashley to his luxurious lifestyle, she brings out his compassionate side. But can their love overcome their differences and the challenges that come with Ryder's high-society expectations?/0/82599/coverorgin.jpg?v=259c318084d2ae15fe2d3c04a6a7e177&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Orphan's Reckoning
I was an orphan, adrift in the real world, until I found what I believed was stability and love in the Continuum Program. Here, in this vivid simulation, I was a "Prime Beneficiary," granted a perfect life with my chosen partner, Chloe. I clung to our "perfect emotional bond," making every sacrifice and enduring agonizing "Feedback Dissonance" for her "brain injury," convinced it was the price of true devotion. But everything shattered the moment a simulated car deliberately slammed into me. Standing over my broken body were Chloe and Liam, her long-hidden lover, her "brain injury" miraculously gone. "Your Prime Beneficiary status. We need it," Liam sneered, while Chloe callously admitted her love and injury were lies, a manipulative act to keep me until they could steal my life. My hard-won status, my entire programmed existence, was merely a resource for their personal gain. They stripped me bare, taking my savings, forcing me to kneel and crawl for a few coins in an act of ultimate humiliation. Then, Liam confessed: he had maliciously lied to my only remaining family, my kind surrogate grandfather Mr. Henderson, directly causing his death. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of betrayal, grief, and unbridled fury, I stared into the void of my shattered life. How could I have been so blind, so trusting, to the monsters I had cherished? The years of Dissonance, the mental agony I'd endured, were not my failing, but the bitter harvest of their deceit. For a moment, I considered ending it all, pressing the self-deletion button to escape this torment. But a new, cold resolve hardened within me, sharper than any pain they had inflicted. "I'd like to stay," I told them, my voice hollow. I offered to be their housekeeper for the brief time remaining before my forced exit. My real intention was a dark, patient vigil: to witness the very "perfect bond" they coveted, the one that had broken me, tear them apart, piece by agonizing piece./0/85102/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab2d67bad9f57b909e9fa9687303ba4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Destroyed Me
The cold concrete walls of the visitor' s room blurred. My wife, Sarah, sat opposite me, her eyes burning with contempt, dressed in a sharp business suit. "Ethan, that data-exfiltration device was clearly planted by you," her voice, a venomous echo, replayed. "You were just jealous of Alex and wanted him dead! I truly regret leaving Alex for a simpleton like you; you deserve to rot in prison for what you did to him!" That was the last time I saw her before the life sentence. Before everything went black. The betrayal was so fresh, it felt like it happened only a second ago. Alex Thornton, her charismatic tech mogul mentor, gifted her a sleek, black smart ring. As an FBI agent, I recognized it immediately: a sophisticated data-exfiltration device. I tried to warn her, even reported it to the Bureau, cushioning the blow to protect her, sacrificing my own promotion. It was a fatal mistake. Alex died in a suspicious car accident as the FBI closed in. My grieving, loving Sarah then wove a web of digital lies, leaking classified intel and manipulating logs, pointing every piece of evidence directly at me. The jealous, jilted husband. The perfect story. Then, a jarring, insistent beeping cut through the darkness of my prison cell memory. I gasped, my eyes flying open. I wasn' t in a cell. I was in my own bed. My alarm clock. 7:00 AM. My heart hammered. Sarah was still asleep. On her nightstand, gleaming, was the smart ring. It was today. The day it all began. A cold dread washed over me, followed by something hot and sharp: a second chance. The humiliation, the cold slap of betrayal, her mocking words. My colleagues' faces, pity mixed with confusion, as they cuffed me. I had sacrificed everything for a woman who saw me as a simpleton. The love I felt for her was now a black hole. In the quiet of the morning, with the woman who would destroy me sleeping peacefully beside me, I made a new vow. Not of love, or loyalty, but of self-preservation. And justice./0/87605/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6e32522c3c18cdcc9bcad45eae55937&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Everything's wrong, but it's fine. You became the mistress.
Marília Marques always followed the rules: she built a solid career as a lawyer, far from scandal and with an impeccable reputation she was proud of. Until she met Fábio Cruz, owner of an irresistible smile, a gaze that belied any defense... and a wedding ring he conveniently "forgot" to put on that first night. What should have been just a slip-up turned into an addiction that's hard to overcome. Secret encounters, disappearing messages, photos that are only seen once, and a desire that knows no time, morality, or logic. Now, Marília finds herself trapped between the weight of her own conscience... and the desire to have him in her bed every time he texts her: "I miss you." But Fábio is hiding more than just a marriage. And when the truth threatens to explode, Marília will have to decide: Does she save herself... or does she continue to surrender her life to a man who would never give up his comfortable life for her? Because there are decisions you can't make with your head. And there are loves that hurt before they begin./1/123742/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ab91bb91d376bab5ea455b161521ead&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold by My Family, Married to a Billionaire
Mia woke up in a stranger's luxurious hotel bed with a splitting headache and a blank memory. The only clue to her ruined night was a sleek black business card left on the nightstand: Julian Carlisle. But before she could process the betrayal, a frantic call from her mother dragged her back to a living nightmare. When she rushed home, a vicious loan shark was sitting in her living room. Her brother had gambled away half a million dollars. The loan shark looked Mia up and down like a piece of meat and offered a sick deal. "Marry me, and the debt is cleared." Mia expected her family to fight for her. Instead, her mother's eyes lit up with greed, and her brother begged her to agree. They were perfectly willing to sell her to a monster just to save their own skins. As if that wasn't enough, her phone rang again. It was the preschool director. Her best friend Audrey—the one who kept pushing drinks on her last night—had lied, stolen her promotion, and taken her job. In less than twenty-four hours, her best friend had drugged and replaced her, and her own flesh and blood had put a price tag on her life. Looking at the greedy, expectant faces of her family, Mia's heart turned to ice. She pulled out the black business card from her pocket and dialed the stranger's number. "I need half a million dollars." She gripped the phone, ready to make a deal with the devil./0/39579/coverorgin.jpg?v=9876056303a9a2024a3db9632122b79f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fox Trap: Eternal Love
Han Quan Du was a fox for thousands of years, only to be able to cultivate to become a human. During a run away, she was injured by a hunter and saved by a man, but Han Jun Du soon had to marry Huo Trieu Vu, the disabled young master of the Huo family in love. state of bewilderment. Han Jun Du was extremely confused, because in this world, humans were almost unaware of the presence of foxes, they lived in a remote area, so as soon as he got married, Han Jun Du got married. caused all sorts of problems. Huo Trieu Vu is known as a cold person, but his actions have caused himself to be slapped in the face. He will always secretly pay attention to his little wife. In a family that always smells of gunpowder, two people give each other the most sincere feelings, warming the other's cold hearts. At the same time, she also used magic to slowly heal Huo Trieu Vu's legs. Love arises, at the same time mysteries are revealed. Han Jun Du is not an ordinary person, will Huo Trieu Vu still love her like before? Besides, what is the identity behind that disabled boy? Unsolved mysteries are gradually revealed, can Han Quan Du and Huo Trieu Vu hold hands to the end of the road? Excerpt: Han Quan Du lay cross-legged on the bed, leisurely looking at the handsome man, the scene accidentally caught Huo Trieu Vu's eyes. He grimaced, two unpleasant words showed clearly in his eyes, the man grumbled: "My husband doesn't look at me next to me, it's full of people somewhere." The air around him smelled of sour vinegar. "What the hell do you know? Ah, but Huo Trieu Vu, you have experienced the feeling of enjoyment, right?" Han Jun Du raised his lips and raised his face, mocking her husband. Whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, Huo Trieu Vu snarled each word: "I am paralyzed in my legs, but other organs are still functioning normally. Do you want to enjoy it? I will let you soar cloud nine!" "..." Please, please!/1/110445/coverorgin.jpg?v=42977c0ced7d68c234461b95b181b1cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dump The Cheater, Marry The King: The Unrivaled CEO Claimed Me As Wife
When Leanna caught her fiancé in another woman's arms, she didn't cry, beg, or break. Instead, she walked straight toward the one man no one dared approach. Leanna had assumed she'd slept with her fiancé's uncle, but she soon realized the dangerously composed man was far more than what he seemed. Behind his calm gaze hid one secret identity after another. Worst of all, she had believed the rumors that he was an impotent man, until he gripped her wrist, pinned her beneath him, and declared firmly, "You will carry my child." Red-faced, Leanna answered, "Okay."/0/94332/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6467aef03f7b56d1c5c5c99586de9ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left For Dead, I Rise Again
My husband left me to die in a car wreck. When I survived and confronted his mistress, he fractured my skull. But that wasn't the worst thing he did. After his mistress framed me for an injury, he cornered me in a hospital hallway. He took my right hand-the one I used to be a brilliant architect-and deliberately broke it, ending my career. He thought he had destroyed my future. He had no idea he had just declared war./0/83225/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcb067f6e97d427b6ea00cc74c46b473&imageMogr2/format/webp)
