Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret
The smell of old paper filled Chloe Gates's lungs as she woke up with a violent gasp in the dead-quiet public library. Her phone screen lit up with a severe weather alert for October 25th, but she knew it wasn't just a storm. It was an engineered apocalypse, the gentle whisper before a global scream orchestrated by a shadowy organization. In her past life, this day marked the beginning of a starving, freezing hell. She remembered gnawing on mushy tree bark in the wasteland of Central Park, and the sickening crack of her own ribs when a man beat her for a piece of scavenged meat. But the deepest trauma came from Jacob Daniels, the elite security chief of the Haven Group. When the deadly blizzard hit, he was the one who locked the compound gates, ignoring her desperate pleas as he left her outside to die. "Are you alright? Should I call someone?" The voice belonged to Jacob himself, standing right in front of her in the library, offering a hypocritical courtesy that mocked her agonizing death. She had died a naive, trusting victim, crushed by a merciless system while the rich and powerful survived. Why should she freeze in the snow again while they profited from the end of the world? Looking down, a silver hexagram glowed faintly on her wrist-her infinite sub-dimensional storage unit had traveled back with her. With twenty-four hours left and an eight-million-dollar trust fund, Chloe walked out of the library. This time, she was going to buy the world./1/121809/coverorgin.jpg?v=48e679df32cfd3578c93658b246303ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Twice: This Time, I Married His Uncle
After dying twice, Ashlyn finally saw the truth. Nicholas had never wanted her or her sister. They were only placeholders, women he could use, drain, and throw away. In her first life, he stole her research and mocked her as she died. In her second, he chose her sister-and destroyed them both. Reborn for a third time, both sisters stayed away from him. Ashlyn chose revenge. She married Eric, Nicholas's feared, wheelchair-bound uncle. She offered, "Help me find out who Nicholas truly wants to marry-and I'll make sure you get back on your feet." She paused, then added, voice colder, "And I'll make sure he burns for it." She thought it was a deal. The day it ended, however, Eric pinned her to the wall, his eyes red and his voice breaking. "Please... don't ever leave me."/1/100720/coverorgin.jpg?v=bff26f621647b9443114206b14c00e4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To His Cruelty, Not His Love
I married a billionaire to escape my Appalachian roots, fully aware I was just a pawn in his toxic game with Kiarra, the woman he was truly obsessed with. I thought I knew the rules, until he let her bulldoze my childhood home for a new resort, leaving my deaf-mute mother injured in the dust. He stood by as her friends beat me senseless. He broke my arm. When I finally fought back after Kiarra threatened my mother, he broke it again, his face a mask of cold fury. His final act of cruelty was forcing me to my knees in a crowded bar, ordering me to bark like a dog for their friends' amusement. As I knelt there, humiliated and broken, I looked to my husband for a shred of mercy. He just turned away and kissed Kiarra passionately, sealing my fate with her lipstick. They thought they had destroyed the "mountain mouse." But as I boarded a private jet with a divorce settlement that could cripple his empire, I knew my story wasn't over. It was just beginning./1/123107/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce0a34b9526ffe40152f234a3533a5cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Offside: Four Top Champions Crave My Return
Have you ever dated a man the whole world idolized? I have. Not just one, but four. Every one of my ex-boyfriends now plays for the most prestigious football club in the world. I gave up my studies, my career, and everything I had for love, only to be dumped four times in a row. They thought I'd never recover, let alone stand beside them again. Instead, I built my own football team from the ground up, led it to the top, and stood across the pitch from the men who once broke my heart. This time, they weren't fighting for a championship. They were desperately fighting to win me back./1/107858/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd0e327aa80b6826f0791f3ce285be73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scumbag CEO's Secret Genius Wife
I was the internet's most feared vigilante, famous for exposing toxic men to millions of live viewers. With one click, I was supposed to take down a local scammer, but the screen glitched. Instead of a petty liar, the face of Kristopher Schaefer-the most powerful billionaire in New York-appeared on the broadcast, branded with a massive red stamp that read: SCUMBAG. The internet went into a frenzy as I called the city's richest man a "leech" who had no spine. Within minutes, my studio was breached and my network was hacked. I fled into the rain, only to be cornered by a fleet of black SUVs. The man I had just publicly humiliated stepped out of the shadows, his eyes burning with a terrifying, cold fury. He didn't just want an apology; he wanted me. Because legally, on a piece of paper buried in a safe three years ago, this "scumbag" was actually my husband. He dragged me back to his sprawling estate, stripping me of my secrets and forcing me into a life of luxury that felt more like a prison. He threatened to ruin me for the billions in stock value I'd wiped out, yet he refused to let me go. I didn't understand why he was protecting me from my own treacherous family or why he looked at me with such starving intensity. I was a forensic accountant who had just declared war on his empire, so why was he putting his mother's priceless emeralds around my neck? Was he trying to silence me, or was there a deeper game at play within his crumbling company? When he finally found the encrypted drive containing his company's darkest financial secrets, the deal changed. "Play the perfect wife," he commanded, pinning me against the wall. "Save my merger, and I might just forget you tried to destroy me." Now, I have to decide if I'm going to finish the takedown, or if I'm the only woman who can save the man I'm supposed to hate./1/117916/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c24f3e6e7a0d2bf3c5bb4786edb9747&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Rejection, Her Billionaire Engagement
My boyfriend of two years and I were a team. Both scholarship students, we pinched pennies and dreamed of a future we would build from nothing. I thought our love was real. Then I discovered he was cheating on me with my best friend. The truth was uglier: our entire relationship was just a cruel, two-year-long fraternity bet. I overheard him mocking me to his friends. "She's a gold-digger who didn't find the gold," he laughed. When I broke up with him, he retaliated by leaking our intimate photos, destroying my reputation and branding me a manipulative user. Betrayed and publicly shamed, I had lost everything. So I left town with a single suitcase. But my new life brought a shocking twist: I wasn't an orphan, but the long-lost heiress to a powerful family. At the gala celebrating my return, my ex crashed the party to beg for me back, only to watch in horror as the powerful CEO Cristian House got on one knee and asked me to be his wife./1/124405/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fe128a018a2d7c86fe2e814ffc2e3b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Stop Her Revenge
Elenor Moran died loving Giles Barron. For three years, she endured her husband's indifference, his family's humiliation, and the entire Washington elite treating his mistress, Evelin Sargent, like the real Mrs. Barron. Elenor kept begging for a marriage Giles had never wanted-until someone sabotaged her brakes and sent her to a brutal death. Then she opened her eyes in the hospital, alive again, with every memory of her previous life intact. At her first gala after the crash, Giles publicly placed the "Morning Star" diamond necklace-the anniversary gift he had promised Elenor-around Evelin's neck. This time, Elenor did not cry. She handed him divorce papers. Giles laughed, certain she would come crawling back. He threatened her father, targeted her brother, and let his mother pressure her to produce a Barron heir. His sister even gave her a so-called fertility tonic that would permanently destroy her body. They had used every one of those weapons against her before. Now Elenor knew exactly how to destroy them. While Giles searched for the wife he believed he owned, Elenor stepped into Washington's most dangerous political circles. Armed with knowledge of a coming assassination, she approached Senator Kris Langley-her former Georgetown mentor, Giles's powerful political rival, and the one man who had recognized her brilliance long before she became Mrs. Barron. By the time Giles realizes Elenor never wanted his fortune-and that the devoted wife he discarded is the one woman he cannot replace-she is already dismantling the Barron dynasty piece by piece. He wants her back. His family wants her silenced. But it is far too late to stop her revenge./1/108507/coverorgin.jpg?v=426ccfda5f48e2e74b86d35e595dc166&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Thirty-Eighth Divorce's End
Today is my fifth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Ethan, asked me for a divorce for the 38th time. He does this for Ilene, his childhood friend. The woman who crashed her car on our wedding day, leaving her unable to have children. Ever since, he's been repaying a debt of guilt, and I've been the price. For five years, I endured the cycle of divorce and remarriage. But this time was different. Ilene pushed me down a flight of stairs. Ethan found me bleeding and promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay. But days later, the police called. The security footage of the incident had been mysteriously erased. There was no evidence, no case. That night, Ilene had me kidnapped. As her men tore at my clothes in the back of a van, I managed to call Ethan. He rejected my call. I jumped from the moving van. And as I ran for my life, bleeding on the cold asphalt, I made a vow. This time, there would be no 39th remarriage. This time, I would disappear./0/49133/coverorgin.jpg?v=19e5ec428f1e0fa8b94cb70d51b3a168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Addicted To My Two-faced Wife
Julien thought he was getting married to a fragile woman who would need his protection for as long as they were together. Much to his surprise, Kelsey turned out to be the direct opposite of what he thought she was. Kelsey became as tough as a tiger. Time and time again, it was reported that she got into fights. "Sir, your wife beat up your friend's brother." "Get her some medicine to reduce the swelling on her hands," Julien ordered helplessly. "Sir, your wife beat up your cousin." "If he's still alive, send him to the hospital." "Sir..." Unable to take it anymore, Julien asked, "What? Who did she beat up this time?" "Sir, she didn't beat anyone. Actually... she ran away with your child." Julien pounded the table and ordered, "Bring her back right now. I don't care whatever it takes!" Although Julien was tired of all the fights, he didn't know why he couldn't let her go. Like a drug, he was addicted. Would this addiction do him any good?/1/103316/coverorgin.jpg?v=81b643aae88a4508283f56956f0b0dae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ordered To Serve His Mistress: Heiress's Revenge
My fiancé sent me a text ordering me to serve his mistress, unaware that the waitress holding the tray was actually the daughter of the man who owned his soul. I was working undercover at his club, playing the role of a poor nobody to test his character before our wedding. But tonight, the test ended in disaster. His mistress, Jaden, walked in and treated me like dirt. When I brought her drink, she slapped the tray, spilling scalding coffee all over my hand. The pain was white-hot. My skin blistered instantly, peeling away in angry red patches. I showed Connor the injury on a video call, expecting protection. Expecting him to be a man. Instead, he looked at my burned hand and then at his investors. Panic filled his eyes. "Fix it, Blake," he roared. "Apologize to her." "She burned me," I said quietly. "I don't care! Kneel if you have to. Kiss her ring. Just make her happy so I can finish this deal!" He told the Principessa of the Shaw crime family to kneel to a woman who meant nothing. He sacrificed his future wife to save face. Something inside me snapped. It wasn't my heart; it was the leash I had placed on myself. "Okay," I whispered. I hung up the phone and dropped it into a pot of boiling pasta water. Then I turned to the Executive Chef, a former hitman who recognized the lethal shift in my eyes. "Lock the doors," I ordered. "And tell my father I'm ready to burn this place to the ground."/0/37453/coverorgin.jpg?v=121ad8a1e888afe87f5fa2a1e941804e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Stunning Ex-wife
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"/0/98774/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec7cb004e1590347c23a036755ba313d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Promises, A Vengeful Heart Returns
I was the daughter of the East Coast's most powerful mob boss. For six months, I was blackmailed into being the secret lover and informant for the FBI's golden boy, Kaiden Walter. But just as I fell for him, he announced his engagement to a senator's daughter on national news. He called our relationship a "political arrangement" and told me I was just collateral to keep my father in line. His new fiancée then publicly humiliated me, calling me "trash." I had sacrificed everything for him, even the secret child we might have had, only to be used and discarded like a toy he got tired of. Was I ever anything more than a job to him? The shame of my public disgrace killed my grandmother. My father, seeing my world destroyed, took his own life to give me a new one. He faked my death, gave me a new identity, and left me a fortune. Anya Chambers was dead, but Anna Russo was just beginning her revenge./1/121810/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d3c7410894db3653d43fda879744bcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Wife? I Married His Worst Enemy
Madelynn devoted three years to Isaac, only to be discarded the moment his first love returned. Realizing she had been nothing more than a substitute, she walked away without regret. Everyone expected her life to fall apart, until her hidden identities shocked the world. The legendary mentor behind countless prodigies, a woman admired by global elites, and someone even powerful leaders sought, she was far beyond Isaac's reach. As Isaac desperately begged for another chance, Madelynn married his greatest rival Dominick instead, leaving him with nothing but endless regret and unanswered longing. Madelynn rolled her eyes. "Please. Stop flattering yourself. Dominick is my darling, my sweetheart, my one true love!" Isaac cornered her, jealousy burning in his eyes. "Madelynn, you're only doing this to get under my skin. You still care about me."/1/115970/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d91fe752dbe5685da351d9971cf336e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: My Ex-Husband's Ruin
Genevieve was heavily pregnant, holding the legal papers that would transfer her massive family trust fund to her loving husband, Clinton. But as she approached his study, she heard a familiar giggle. Through the cracked door, she saw her cousin Carolynn sitting on his desk, her skirt hiked up, while Clinton smirked and poured bourbon. "Once she signs those papers, we don't need her anymore," Clinton laughed coldly. "The kidnapping is staged for tomorrow. She and the brat disappear permanently." Genevieve gasped, and he spotted her. When she frantically tried to run, her trusted housekeeper blocked the stairs. Clinton dragged her back, beat her mercilessly, and locked her in a freezing, underground cellar. Denied any medical help, she endured agonizing hours of labor alone in the dark, only to deliver a stillborn child. Clinton then walked in, ruthlessly tossed her dead baby's tiny body into a pile of dirty rags, and brutally strangled her. As her lungs burned and the world faded to black, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. She had given him everything. How could they be so monstrous as to murder her and her innocent child just for money? Opening her eyes again, the freezing cellar was gone. She was standing in an emerald silk gown at an elite charity gala—the exact night their original kidnapping plot began, a month before she even announced her pregnancy. This time, the naive socialite was dead, and she was going to make them pay in blood./0/81254/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf8753d918a014e6337b25dd673a9f0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Park Ranger To Phoenix
I lived a quiet, simple life as a park ranger, nestled comfortably in my cabin, and for months, my greatest joy was Alex, the charming amnesiac man I'd rescued. He' d carved me a tiny wooden bluebird, the symbol of our shared happiness, and we' d built a future together, filled with whispered promises of forever. My world shattered the moment a black sedan pulled up: Alex' s mother, Eleanor Ashford, stepped out like a creature from a glossy magazine, coldly revealing that "Alex" was merely Ethan Ashford, a wealthy scion already engaged to a socialite. She dismissed me, then offered a check, demanding I simply disappear. Ethan completely discarded me with a cold, formal dismissal, acting as if our love never existed. I was dragged into his world, subjected to public humiliation at lavish parties, mocked for my humble attire. When his fiancée and I both plunged into the stormy ocean, he chose to save her, leaving me to battle the waves alone, then incredibly, forced me to donate bone marrow to her after she collapsed. His mother later ordered me beaten, ensuring my silent compliance for his upcoming wedding. How could the man who had cradled me, vowing protection and a shared future, transform into this ruthless stranger who betrayed every loving word? Was the "Alex" I knew just a phantom, or was this monster the true Ethan Ashford? The sheer injustice, the pain, the betrayal burned hotter than any physical wound. But they misjudged me; I wouldn't break. Clutching their payoff, I boarded a bus heading deep into the Colorado Rockies, determined to carve out a new life far from their opulent cruelty. A terrifying blizzard and a crashed military helicopter unexpectedly threw me into the path of a powerful stranger, setting me on a new, unimaginable course./1/100721/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d5bbf15a75ec3ed71c7a51fd6a7d763&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Secret Lover To Shining Star
For ten years, I was the secret girlfriend of my billionaire boss, Arthur. When my mother needed an emergency $50,000 surgery to save her life, I went to him, believing he would help. He coldly refused, citing "company policy" and sending me to his executive assistant, Deanne. She deliberately delayed the loan application. My mother died. When I confronted him, I found him with Deanne, who was wearing a dress he'd bought for me. He didn't just side with her-he fired me on the spot. He called me a gold digger and a slut in front of the entire office. I later learned Deanne had spent a decade sabotaging my career and withholding my bonuses, ensuring I'd never have the money to be independent. And Arthur had let her. But they underestimated me. As I walked out of that office for the last time, I made a call to the one man who had silently protected me for years. And when he answered, he didn't just offer me the money. He offered me a new life./1/104290/coverorgin.jpg?v=fae94b5071ce1ea1683a21df1090d201&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Step Father, My Desire.
I shouldn't get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do. It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me. My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower. But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way./0/80281/coverorgin.jpg?v=56a5725f4e4d2e99b3b857f8cd2ce20f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Accident That Unmasked My Fiancé
My perfectly curated life as a marketing student and flourishing YouTube creator felt entirely on track, especially with my ambitious pre-law boyfriend, Ethan, as we diligently built our joint “Dream Fund” for a shared future. Then, one devastating phone call changed everything: Ethan was in a severe car accident, and at the hospital, a tearful "cousin" named Chloe immediately cornered me, accusing me of cold-heartedly withholding his crucial life savings from our fund for his mounting medical bills. Overnight, I became campus pariah number one, bombarded by a relentless online smear campaign that branded me a manipulative "gold digger," ostracized by my sorority sisters, subjected to vandalism, and even interrogated by the stern Dean of Student Conduct who threatened my entire academic career. The sheer, burning injustice of it all was suffocating, my hard-earned reputation shredded by malicious rumors that painted Ethan as a self-sacrificing martyr while portraying me as a heartless thief, leaving me utterly bewildered by this sudden, public crucifixion. How could the truth be so twisted, and why did everyone, including Ethan’s own family and closest friends, so eagerly embrace a narrative of my betrayal without ever questioning it or hearing my side of the story? But as Ethan, from his hospital bed, dramatically broke up with me and defiantly demanded "his half" of the fund back, claiming it was for his recovery, I finally reached my absolute breaking point, deciding that enough was truly enough, and my stacks of incontrovertible evidence would finally expose the real perpetrators behind this elaborate scheme./0/86770/coverorgin.jpg?v=9744e43747b79d6c9a5777171da4fcab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fool Who Loved Too Much
I gripped the warm container of stew, humming as I walked through the sterile hospital halls. Liam, my fiancé, was recovering well from his amnesia; soon, our nightmare would be over. Then, I heard laughing voices. Room 302 was ajar, and Liam' s familiar voice, smooth and without his usual confusion, told a woman, "Faking amnesia? It was the only way. She was getting so clingy." My breath hitched. He planned to "miraculously" regain his memory after I nursed him back to health. The woman, Chloe Davis, giggled, calling him "a monster." He replied, "But I'm your monster," followed by the unmistakable sound of a kiss. The world tilted. He saw our love as a cage, my devotion a tool. Chloe, his office colleague, taunted that I was "sensitive" and "wouldn't last a day" without him, echoing his arrogant certainty. He didn't just betray me; he thought I was weak, pathetic, a fool he could manipulate. My secure foundation crumbled. Yet, anger, cold and sharp, ignited within me. I pushed the door open, ready to confront the lie. I walked to his bedside, set down the stew, and pulled off my engagement ring. I slammed it onto the container, announcing, "You forgot something." I walked out, leaving Olivia White behind, and vowed never to be that weak again. Now, I' m building a life he can' t touch. The question is, can I truly escape his monstrous obsession?/0/61463/coverorgin.jpg?v=88ffc6e089d542738942af3f8852f056&imageMogr2/format/webp)
