Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Echoes of a Broken Vow
Kathleen was diagnosed with liver cancer and needed a transplant. To her shock, she discovered that her husband of five years, Joshua, not only intended to give the liver to someone else but also had a mistress and an illegitimate child outside their marriage. Upon learning the truth, Kathleen was utterly heartbroken. She realized that she couldn't hold onto a man who had betrayed her, but she was determined to reclaim the liver that she had been promised as a donor match. Kathleen dialed a number she hadn't contacted in five years. "I'm going to Jaxperton for surgery. Come pick me up in three days." But after she left, Joshua was driven to desperation./0/93765/coverorgin.jpg?v=5206e207efee1382b328280d923d754f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Melody, A Love Betrayed
My fiancé, Jake, and my sister, Brittany, stole the song I had poured my soul into for three years. It was my masterpiece, the one that was supposed to define our careers together. I heard their entire plan through the half-open door of the recording studio. "It' s the only way you' ll win the Vanguard Award, Brit," Jake insisted. "This is your one shot." My own family was in on it. "She' s the talent, I know, but she can' t handle the pressure," Brittany said, quoting our parents. "It' s better this way, for the family." They saw me as an engine, a tool, not a daughter or the woman Jake was supposed to marry in three months. The truth was a slow, freezing poison. The man I loved, the family who raised me-they had been feeding on my talent since the day I was born. And the baby I was carrying? It wasn't a symbol of our future; it was just the final lock on the cage they'd built around me. Later, Jake found me trembling on our apartment floor, feigning concern. He pulled me into an embrace, murmuring into my hair, "We have so much to look forward to. We have to think about the baby." That's when I knew exactly what I had to do. The next day, I made a call. As Jake listened in on another line, his voice cracking with a panic that was finally real, I calmly spoke into the phone. "Yes, hello. I' d like to confirm my appointment for tomorrow." "The one for the… procedure."/0/61539/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241226171447&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deceived into Acting in Mini-series
Here's the translation: "I’m on vacation and I’m planning to find a summer job. Aunt Kyla said that serving plates is too hard, so she introduced me to a job as a stunt double for a short play. I didn’t think much and went straight there, but the location turned out to be a hotel. They said they were going to film a scene where the female lead gets choked to death. When I saw that the room was full of men, I got scared and wanted to run away. But they grabbed me by the neck and pinned me down on the bed: 'What are you pretending to be a virtuous woman for? I already gave Aunt Kyla 5,000 yuan for you. You think you can escape?! Dream on!' I struggled desperately, but in the end, they tore my clothes and made me wear strange outfits, and I suffocated to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Aunt Kyla introduced me to the job. Ha, such a good job is better left for your own daughter to do!"/1/101587/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a1238ca0da9828d71481c084f7dd863&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl He Called Practice
I turned down a full scholarship to Stanford to follow my boyfriend of ten years to Columbia. I thought my sacrifice was an act of love, until I heard him laughing with his best friend in the kitchen. He was speaking French, confident that his "simple" girlfriend couldn't understand a word. "Elle était juste une pratique," he sneered. "She was just practice. A training session. That' s all." My blood ran cold. He went on to explain that I was just a "safety net" to keep his bed warm while he pursued his real target, a famous model named Bella. He claimed I was pathetic, loyal, and would never leave him. The irony? I had spent years secretly mastering French to impress his grandmother. I understood every single insult. I didn't confront him. I didn't make a scene. I simply walked into the bedroom, withdrew my application from Columbia, and accepted the offer from Stanford. By the time he realized his "safety net" was gone, I was already across the country, and he was blocked on everything./1/106593/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a12edcaa0bd51bd81fda0c1d3c289ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress Marries My Ex-Fiancé's Brother
Tonight was supposed to be the night I became the happiest woman in D.C., celebrating my engagement at the legendary Bolton Manor gala. I wore emerald silk and a diamond that cost more than most mansions, convinced that Hank Bolton was my soulmate and the key to my family's future. But behind the heavy oak doors of the guest wing, the dream died. I found my fiancé tangled with another woman, laughing about how I was nothing more than a "clueless cash cow" whose inheritance would fund his run for the Senate. In my first life, I reacted with tears and screams, which only allowed his family to paint me as an unstable lunatic. They stripped me of my dignity, bankrupted the Adams estate, and watched coldly as my brother, Lucas, died in a ditch trying to save me. I ended up gasping for air in a burning building, realizing too late that my perfect engagement was actually my execution. I died in the soot and the shadows, feeling the searing heat of a betrayal that burned worse than the fire. I lost everything because I was too blind to see the monsters hiding behind expensive smiles. But then, I suddenly gasped for air and realized the smoke was gone. I was standing in front of a vanity, the calendar mocking me: October 14th. The night of the gala. I had been given a second chance, and this time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I recorded the betrayal on my phone and walked into the library with a heart made of ice. I didn't just blow up the engagement; I demanded a new groom—Hank’s "invalid" older brother, Dereck, a man the world had written off as a dying recluse. "I'll take him," I told the stunned family. I wanted a husband who couldn't cheat, a puppet who would leave me a wealthy widow within a year. I thought I was choosing a safe, broken man to shield me from my enemies. I didn't know that under his blanket, Dereck was hiding a holster, or that the "dying" man was actually a predator who had been waiting for someone exactly like me to walk into his trap./0/84379/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c27bdc88ec6225df16c449c3445a9c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Duchess's Advocate: Reborn For Justice
The acrid smell of antiseptic and fear hit me first, a phantom scent from a life I' d already lost. I was back, standing under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the 24/7 animal emergency hospital, on the same exhaustion-laden shift I' d worked before. My phone buzzed with a text from Molly, my best friend: "Thanks again for covering, Gabs! You' re a lifesaver. Brian and I owe you one!" Brian. My husband. Molly. My best friend. The names twisted in my gut, bringing back the crushing weight of their betrayal, the public shame, the cold click of a bathroom door. I remembered the screaming, the accusations, and Duchess, the champion show dog, lifeless in her kennel. I remembered Brian' s cold eyes, Molly' s fake concern, and the news of their luxury car business, bought with my life insurance money. They didn' t just ruin my life; they murdered it. But they failed. I was back, at the exact moment my universe began to unravel. This time, I wasn' t the broken woman who ended it all. My name is Gabrielle Fuller, and this time, things would be different./1/115510/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dec661a4921cc2ae7836189a2418ad9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Deadly Surrogate Trap
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen. Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check at Blaire's bleeding face, calling her a calculating gold digger. That night, Blaire overheard a conversation in the family study that shattered her entire reality. "Once she gives birth to the Lane family's seed, we'll stage an accident, drain her blood, and transplant her healthy heart into your chest." Her adoptive mother and Danita were celebrating the success of their trap. She wasn't an adopted daughter; she was a living organ bank and a disposable surrogate. Even her adoptive brother, Calhoun, knew everything, trapping her in the dark hallways with a sick, possessive obsession to ensure she never escaped. The horrific truth suffocated her. The family that had taken her in had raised her like livestock for slaughter. How could they smile at her every day while planning to carve out her heart? Terrified but burning with a desperate will to survive, Blaire swallowed a Plan B pill to ruin their surrogate plot and fled the estate. To get the money and power she needed to crush her adoptive family, she pulled out Kamryn Lane's business card. This time, she would make a deal with the devil./0/83284/coverorgin.jpg?v=d48bdb10bfda56afbbc788cf8f5f3bf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Sacrifices
The smell of cheap hotdogs and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air. I stood there, watching Jake Henderson, the town's golden boy, showing off on the old wooden tower. Just like before, he was about to fall. Last time, I sacrificed everything. I became his human shield, shattering my hand, losing my art scholarship, and condemning myself to a lifetime of his manipulation and infidelity. He married me out of supposed obligation, then poisoned our children against me, constantly whispering how I' d supposedly stolen his chance with Tiffany, his 'white moonlight' who' d effortlessly claimed my future. I died alone, full of agonizing regret in a sterile room, my dreams turned to ash. But now, I was back. Frozen at the exact same moment, watching him teeter. A cold, unwavering resolve washed over me. No. More. Sacrifices. This time, I wouldn't move an inch. Let him fall. This was my chance to shatter the chains of the past, reclaim my stolen future, and finally build a life free from Jake./0/48555/coverorgin.jpg?v=79ef1afb9fea335565c4923e420d958b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A LEGAL REVENGE: THE LAW DOESN'T KNOW LOVE
In this gripping tale of justice and revenge, Dagogo, fueled by the tragic death of his father during the #ENDSARS protests in Naija, takes on his government in the International Court of Justice. However, his quest for justice is marred by mysterious deaths of potential witnesses. Battling personal demons, including a complicated sexual relationship with Amanda, a lawyer from a royal family, and a relentless serial killer named Judas the Psychopath, Dagogo's struggle intensifies. As he becomes the face of renewed protests, his daughter's kidnapping forces him to make a difficult choice. Just when victory seems elusive, an unexpected turn of events propels Dagogo onto the global stage, leading to a shocking revelation about his father and a clandestine government organization. A rollercoaster of suspense and intrigue, this story unfolds in a thrilling journey towards justice and the unveiling of long-buried secrets./1/101431/coverorgin.jpg?v=85f3f1e8a02a90a42fe70602f00cd059&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Obsessive Husband's Golden Prison
After three years as his secret, I finally got the fairytale wedding I'd always dreamed of. My husband, Addison Parker, was finally free from his family's control, and he chose me. Carrying his twin babies, I flew across the country to surprise him on a business trip, only to overhear him talking to his best friend. "She's too sweet," he said, his voice casual. "Like chewing gum that's lost its flavor." His words shattered my world. The man who knelt at my feet, tears in his eyes, promising me forever, saw me as nothing more than a bland convenience. The betrayal was so absolute, so cruel, that I walked into a hospital the next day and terminated the pregnancy. When he found out, his love twisted into a dark obsession. He locked me in our penthouse, a prisoner in a gilded cage. "I could give you something," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying light. "Something to make you forget. To make you happy again." He planned to drug me, to erase my memories and my pain, turning me into his perfect, smiling doll forever. But he underestimated me. I had a plan of my own./0/82815/coverorgin.jpg?v=3be1e022c6ac183d784dc65bdb50eb05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The System's Choice, Her Refusal
The National STEM Innovators Challenge was my last hope. My little brother, Leo, desperately needed experimental treatment for his rare genetic condition. Winning the astronomical prize money was the only way to save his life. But every round, it was the same nightmare: Tiffany Harrington, my relentless rival, would beat me. Not by much, but by an impossible, precise ten points, mirroring crushing defeats from a past I couldn't escape. No matter how flawless my code or how innovative my robotic design, Tiff' s score would appear exactly ten points higher. My own boyfriend, Jake, sided with her, dismissing my suspicions as "sore losing," drawn by her family's wealth and influence. Tiff' s cruel taunts about Leo' s deteriorating health twisted the knife deeper, leaving me feeling utterly alone and powerless. How could this be happening again? How did she always predict the exact margin? It wasn't just cheating; it felt like a predetermined, relentless pattern designed to break me, as if an invisible force was pulling the strings, defying all logic and fairness. Desperate to crack this impossible code, I decided I had to test it. In the final round of the Challenge, I would do the unthinkable: submit absolutely nothing. I had to know if this "ten-point rule" was absolute, even if it meant risking everything for Leo./0/84223/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b445d30bff60a345a89e3bf03bddae6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Playing the Long Game: A Twin's Revenge
My twin brother, Ethan, was always the golden child, adored by our parents, effortlessly charming. I was the "difficult" one, often overlooked, watching from the porch as two smiling women lured Ethan with a rare comic book. Then, a sudden, blinding change. One moment I was an observer, the next I was in the back of their van, the world a dizzying blur, Ethan smirking from where I had stood. They sold me. For ten years, I was a ghost in a life not my own, trapped with a clan of survivalists in the Appalachian mountains, enduring abuse and forced labor. When I was finally found, broken and scarred, Ethan pulled his final trick. He swapped us back, instantly spinning a tale of how I, out of jealousy, had orchestrated his abduction. My own parents, without a shred of hesitation, believed him, seeing only a damaged stranger. They decided to commit me to a psychiatric hospital. How could my family, my own twin, betray me so utterly? Why was I always the one discarded, the one forgotten? But then I woke up, the smell of bacon filling the air, back in my childhood bed. It was the same day. This time, I wouldn't just watch./0/55908/coverorgin.jpg?v=2331ca7a85fb14a92436b98aa54e8fd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
Andres was known as callous and ruthless until he met Corinna, the woman whose one heroic act thawed his cold heart. Because of her father and stepmother's ploy, Corinna nearly lost her life. Fortunately, fate intervened when she rescued Andres, the heir to Driyver's most influential family. As the incident prompted them to work together, their mutual assistance quickly blossomed into an unexpected romance, leaving the town in disbelief. Just how on earth did the notoriously aloof bachelor turn into this love-stricken man?/1/113164/coverorgin.jpg?v=72228bd45b9dc22f355b1ed6ccda47b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Fiancé, Claimed By His Uncle
Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground./0/83441/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc7b55fdad1bbaf9da25d66f2e62f99c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn in Flames: The Chief's Reckoning
The emergency sirens wailed, another Diablo Wind fire ripping through our valley, just like the last time. As an elite smokejumper and daughter of a Cal Fire legend, I knew these fires. I also knew my husband, Fire Chief Caleb, was supposed to be leading the fight. But in my last life, Caleb's betrayal cost me everything; he left me to die in a blizzard after our baby was stillborn, all because he loved Chloe, his childhood friend, more. Now, reborn into this same nightmare, I knew the fire wasn't the only threat-Caleb was using it as a cover for his affair with Chloe, burning through vital resources while abandoning his post. When I tried to reach out for aid, Caleb convinced his loyal friend, Sheriff Brody, that I was having a psychotic break, framing me as the arsonist. Brody, blinded by Caleb's lies, prevented my escape, causing me to fall and tragically lose my unborn child. Our town was devastated, and Brody's deputies were lost, all while I was held captive, my pleas ignored. Why did Caleb consistently choose deception and destruction? How could a man sworn to protect his community, his family, be so utterly monstrous, and then twist the truth to blame me? The injustice of it all, compounded by the loss of my child, ignited a cold, hard rage inside me, dulling the grief. But then, my sister-in-law, Maya, discovered undeniable evidence from a trail cam: Chloe wasn't just Caleb's mistress, she was intimately connected to "Phoenix," the eco-terrorist who started the fire. Brody, witnessing the true villainy and the devastation his blind loyalty wrought, broke down, offering me his absolute allegiance. With my new purpose forged in tragedy, I knew exactly how I would use his guilt and his position to systematically dismantle Caleb's world, piece by agonizing piece./0/90950/coverorgin.jpg?v=22f020468c7893d4fba41f46b54ff5a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Jackpot: My Loser Husband Turned Out To Be Filthy Rich
During Kiera's wedding, she and her sister plunged into the water. Stunned, she watched her fiancé yank only the sister to safety and walk off without a glance. Blazing with fury, Kiera married the stranger who pulled her from the water-a broke mechanic-and promised to provide for him, no matter the cost! Her ex sneered, "Dump him. Get back with me; my wife will still be you." Her scheming sister purred, "I'll keep your fiancé company. Enjoy your life with a mechanic." Kiera shut them down. "Leave us alone. We're good together." Then the twist hit: the "mechanic" was a secret billionaire! In front of the world, he knelt with a one-of-a-kind diamond. "My love, I'll cherish you for life."/0/58724/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8f554108928891de20ba232fad7a9f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Illusion: Unveiling The Mask Of My Cunning Lover
Karlee felt crushed when she uncovered her fiancé's betrayal, and she sought comfort by drinking alone. During this vulnerable time, she encountered a striking man who was none other than the famous Brian Olson. Following an unexpected night together, they impulsively agreed to a contractual marriage. Brian showered Karlee with attention, leading her to believe she might have discovered the ideal partner. However, his actions were merely a part of his deliberate plan. Overwhelmed with anger, Karlee initiated divorce proceedings, despite discovering she was pregnant. Tears welled up in Brian's eyes as he implored, "Honey, I know I messed up. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"/0/65138/coverorgin.jpg?v=24aeb1c59780e2494822916041ac7a37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eve's chronicles
"How really did you get into the industry?"Vivian's voice rose, her eyes flashing with anger. I let out a low, husky laugh. "How else do you expect, Viv? I stripped for your boyfriend Alex, and landed the big Gig." Vivian's face contorted in rage. "What?" I leaned in, my voice dripping with malice. "That reminds me, Alex and I are getting married. He's as good as your ex." Vivian's hands clenched into fists, but before she could react, I slapped her cheek, the sound echoing through the air. "Sorry," I said, my tone dripping with insincerity. "Did you think you could slap me? Don't be stupid. I'll will see you at the wedding... actually, you could be my bridesmaid since I have no friends." Vivian's eyes widened, shock and humiliation etched on her face. I turned to leave, a sly grin spreading across my pretty little face like a mask. ~~~~ Meet Eve Patel, a stripper becomes the talk of the town as she overpowers Vivian,the famous broadcaster in Misvilhe and attracts the attention of a ruthless Mafia group involved in her dark past./0/98772/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d72f26e6a7096cca42780b451ed8f2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cage Of Their Perfect Lie
My husband, Grayson Daugherty, threw me out of his car in the pouring rain to rush to another woman's side. That was the night I learned our marriage was a lie, a carefully constructed cage to protect his real love. But the deception ran deeper than I could have imagined. When I tried to leave, my own family betrayed me, beating me until I bled just to keep their precious business alliance intact. My life's work, my photography, was stolen by his mistress, Kennedy, and he locked me in a dark basement, using my deepest childhood trauma as a weapon to force my silence. I was just a pawn, a shield, a sacrifice on the altar of their epic love. Stripped of my family, my art, and my heart, I finally understood. If they wanted a storm, I would become a hurricane. I burned our penthouse to the ground and walked away, ready to destroy the man who broke me. But I never expected him to follow me to the ends of the earth, ready to die just to prove his love was real./0/90168/coverorgin.jpg?v=e288ea1de15bb9d0ff8eede2b9ea1361&imageMogr2/format/webp)
