Modern Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room. Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art. The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature. "You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly. Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls. Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards. When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor. She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life. Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier? Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire? Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch. And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow. The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate./1/100736/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea656ed2e5398d40f360b880a0e6bbe0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To A Monster's Shadow
My husband, the world-renowned photographer Evan Briggs, told the world I was his muse. For ten years, I was the silent architect of his empire, the perfect wife who managed his life so he could create his art. He claimed he kept my beauty just for himself, a privilege no one else could see. On our anniversary, I found his secret studio. It wasn't my beauty he was capturing. It was hers. Thousands of explicit photos of a model named Dahlia, a collection spanning a decade. The last picture was dated that very morning. When I confronted him, he called me emotional and chose her. But his ultimate betrayal came at his gallery opening. Dahlia had me drugged and assaulted while men took humiliating photos. All while Evan was in the next room with her, ignoring my screams. He didn't just betray me. He abandoned me to the wolves. Lying in a hospital bed, I realized the man I married was a monster. And I wasn't just going to divorce him. I was going to burn his entire world to the ground./1/101385/coverorgin.jpg?v=7923934fecceeab6ffaa8952c68146a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Dead Lover's Lingering Shadow
I was strapped to a bomb, pregnant and terrified, using my last moments to call the man I loved. But Arthur didn't send help; he hung up on me because his foster sister, Ivy, was "scared of a noise" outside her apartment. Ten minutes later, the explosion erased me and our unborn child from existence. My spirit didn't cross over. I was cursed to remain as a ghost, tethered to Arthur. I watched him block my number, convinced my silence was just a "jealous stunt." I watched him ignore my missing person report until he stood over my charred remains in the morgue, clutching the locket he gave me. His grief was agonizing, but the truth was worse. A year later, during a staged kidnapping meant to win him back, Ivy slipped up. She admitted she had orchestrated my murder to keep him for herself. As Arthur looked at her with pure hatred, the bond holding me to him finally snapped. But I didn't leave. A dark, cold force pulled me toward Ivy instead. My pain is over, but her nightmare is just beginning./1/122150/coverorgin.jpg?v=71f617a8501de484c5306db0b17fc544&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heart He Never Knew How To Love
Ava devoted herself to a marriage where her love and effort were never reciprocated. Even with her heart broken, she refused to lose herself completely, so she filed for divorce to protect the only things she still had: her dignity and her heart. She believed she had finally left the past behind, but Harry, her ex-husband, soon had to confront the mistakes that haunted him... along with the return of the woman he believed was the love of his life. Harry had always taken Ava for granted, but when he was forced to choose between his past and the woman he had failed to value, he realized far too late that losing her might become the greatest regret of his life./0/18002/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ee06944f74070aeb3d5a665521f852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Changed.
Kaitlyn wakes up one day in abolute, searing pain. Her friend refuses to leave her alone and a stranger comes knocking at her door talking crazy about moon phases and knowing strange things about her that even she wasn't aware of. Will she go insane or learn to trust new people? She needs to know how to juggle who she has to leave behind and which people she can't; maybe even learning how to love on the way./1/106577/coverorgin.jpg?v=1271e78e30dc29d9a9daf6c4aebeee30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villainess Stepmother's Ruthless New Life
I woke up with a splitting headache and a pinstriped lawyer shoving a contract in my face, demanding I sign away my rights to the Sterling estate. My husband, the billionaire Arthur Sterling, had been missing for three months after a plane crash, and everyone assumed he was dead. The lawyer sneered, threatening to leak compromising photos of my "shopping trips" if I didn't accept a measly fifty-thousand-dollar settlement. That was when the horrifying reality hit me: I had transmigrated into the body of Gloria Peck, the gold-digging villainess of the novel *The Sterling Legacy*. In the original story, I signed the papers, abandoned Arthur's children, and ended up frozen to death on a park bench after the family's eldest son, Jones, grew up to destroy me. But my current reality was even more desperate-I discovered I had five million dollars in gambling debts and debt collectors who didn't take "no" for an answer. Signing that paper wasn't a fresh start; it was a death sentence. Jones, Arthur's fourteen-year-old son, sat in the corner of the office, watching me with a hatred so cold it felt like a physical weight on my skin. I realized that if I followed the script, I would die. If I played the victim, I would die. I was trapped between a predatory legal team, a vengeful stepson, and a mountain of debt that fifty thousand dollars couldn't even begin to touch. How could I survive in a world where I was the most hated woman in the city, with a bank account that held exactly five hundred dollars and a target on my back? I didn't pick up the pen to sign. Instead, I slammed it into the mahogany table, piercing the heart of the agreement. "This contract is garbage," I told the stunned lawyer. Just as I prepared to fight for my life, the office door swung open, and Arthur Sterling-the man the world thought was dead-walked back into his empire, his eyes locking onto mine with terrifying intensity. The script was officially broken, and I was just getting started./0/84839/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab841335fd9a330f5a8457b8ceb42829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: A Second Chance
The sterile beep of the heart monitor was the last sound Olivia heard as her 20-year-old son, Michael, stood by her hospital bed, relaying her husband Daniel' s chilling message: it was time to let her go. Then, with a barely perceptible tremor, Michael' s hand reached for the life support plug, while Daniel and his mistress, Sophia, were already celebrating her impending demise. She watched, a disembodied consciousness, as Daniel entered her hospital room, not with grief, but with a flicker of relief, before he called Sophia, his voice warm and affectionate, planning to "celebrate" Olivia' s death. The betrayal was an icy vise around what remained of her spectral heart; her husband and son had conspired to murder her, turning her entire life into a hollow lie, and an intense, primal rage left her silently screaming for another chance, for justice. Suddenly, Olivia' s eyes snapped open to the sunlight of her own apartment, 25 years younger, her mother' s cheerful voice on the phone reminding her of Daniel and their wedding, now just one month away./1/104955/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a9f9b1b2a9d46e3e1dda81fe60997b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Maid Over The Heiress
I was in a Zurich boardroom signing a contract worth fifty million dollars when I saw the photo that ended my marriage. It was an Instagram notification from the woman I paid to scrub my toilets. The caption read: "My little prince deserves the world." The photo showed her son holding a custom-made porcelain doll with diamond-dust eyes. It was the only one in the world, commissioned specifically for my daughter, Lily. I cancelled the deal and flew home immediately. When I arrived at my daughter's school, I found the housekeeper wearing my vintage Chanel coat and driving my car. My husband, Austyn, didn't run to greet me. He ran past our crying daughter to comfort the housekeeper's son. "Don't you dare touch my son!" he screamed at me, protecting the boy while our daughter scraped her knees on the pavement. He looked at me with pure hate, confident that he could take half my assets in a divorce. He forgot that I wasn't just a wife. I was the Duchess of the Miller Syndicate, the most powerful crime family in New York. I pulled out my phone and froze every account he had. "You want a divorce?" I asked, signaling my security team to step forward. "Take off the suit, Austyn. I paid for it." "You are leaving this marriage exactly how you entered it. With nothing."/0/84515/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcdb2a30a48186dce7e54dc5728e5428&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Second Chance Life
The sterile beep of the heart monitor was counting down the final seconds of my life. Then the door creaked open, and Scarlett Hayes, my husband' s manipulative childhood sweetheart, entered with a venomous smile. She informed me, with cruel satisfaction, that my husband, Mark, had only married me for a free nurse and babysitter, and that our son, Tommy, wasn't truly mine – he was theirs. My own baby, she revealed, wasn't stillborn, but had been given away by Mark to prevent me from having a "real heir." As she casually unplugged my life support, my world went black. The silence was deafening, the betrayal immense and crushing. I couldn't comprehend such calculated cruelty, and the pain left me paralyzed in my own body, unable to scream. But then, a blinding light, a familiar voice, and I gasped, sucking in air that didn' t feel like it came from a machine. I was back in my parents' living room, staring at Mark Peterson, kneeling before me with a velvet box, proposing. It was the day my miserable past life began, and this time, I wouldn't let it./1/101711/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3f3a7d3b2450c89768086ff940093ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving Mr CEO
Aida's life is already complicated. A controlling boyfriend. A job that drains her. A heart tired of giving more than it gets. So the last thing she expects is Mike-the quiet, handsome "new trainee" who walks into the office with a mysterious calm and an unexpected kindness. He's humble. Soft-spoken. Nothing like the men she's used to. But something about him feels... different. Dangerous. Safe. All at once. As their friendship blooms, jealous eyes begin to watch. Whispers spread. Fake friends interfere. And even Mike's family stands against them. Two hearts drawn to each other. One relationship already falling apart. Secrets that can destroy everything. In a company filled with gossip, power, and hidden agendas, Aida and Mike must decide- is this friendship worth the risk? Or will the growing tension ruin them before they even begin?/0/41688/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa32977053a1e5d83585a282f8cdd0c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enslaved By A Ruthless Mafia Lord
PROLOGUE Stella is a girl who live with her family. Alexa known as Stella mom, Maddison known as Stella junior sister. Dean which is known as Stella father,left his family when his daughter Maddison was still a baby. He is a Mafia Lord and he doesn't want his family to stop him. Viper know as Mason is a Mafia Lord who took care of his father Mob called THE BLACK HAND at the age of 16. His father was killed by Dean(Stella father) cause they were sworn enemies,while Viper was held captived along his brother Xavier. They managed to break out from Dean prison.Now Viper is out to hunt Dean and his family. Let's see what have befallen Stella and her family/1/118258/coverorgin.jpg?v=70cfa1936054cd2a4f1107d98adcf298&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress's Spectacular Doomsday Comeback
In exactly thirty days, the global financial system would collapse, plunging the world into a starving, bloody apocalypse. In my previous life, my brothers and I desperately fought for scraps in the ruined city, but the person I trusted most pushed me into the abyss. My older brother Ethan was beaten to death by a frantic mob while buying time for us to escape. My other brother, Mason, went out to scavenge antibiotics for my infected wound, only to have his hands chopped off by a gang. He bled out in my arms. When I was too sick to walk, my boyfriend Dean—the man I loved and relied on—dragged me to a group of ruthless scavengers. "She's still breathing. I'll trade her for that one can of food." I died in the freezing dirt, humiliated and broken. I couldn't understand how the world had turned into such a living hell, or how the man who swore to protect me could sell my life so cheaply. Opening my eyes again, I was back thirty days before the end of the world, just as my abusive father raised his hand to slap me for my trust fund money. This time, I shattered his wrist, liquidated my eight-million-dollar trust, and awakened a miraculous pocket dimension. I am going to build an impenetrable fortress, and in this life, I will be the monster they should all fear./0/86462/coverorgin.jpg?v=346149116f82ef8d1c3269f37737baa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Music to: CEO's Contract Wife
I have always lived in the shadows-mocked for my limp, judged for my size, and overlooked by everyone around me. That is, until a viral video of my haunting voice catapults me into the spotlight ahead of the prestigious North Star Music Festival. But just as my star begins to rise, a secret from one passionate night with Adrian-the boy who once ridiculed me-turns my world upside down: I was pregnant. When the scandal breaks, Ethan, the quiet admirer who's seen my heart all along, steps in and claims the child as his, offering me a contract marriage tied to an inheritance. As I stands between two vastly different futures-one shaped by past mistakes, and the other by unexpected loyalty-I must confront my fears, face judgment, and embrace my worth. Will I choose the boy who once broke me or the one who quietly stood by me? Can love grow from secrets and sacrifice?/0/61804/coverorgin.jpg?v=e910d40cb7455d9f31e7ac3268ce2677&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Delicate Wife
It is said that before anything good happens, everything falls out of place. Erica Wright was forced into a mental institution by her step sister. She suffered endless abuse and torture before suffering a miserable death. Reborn into a new life, she vouched to take revenge. Erica's new life took a drastic turn, starting from her change in personality, going from weak to strong, taking revenge step by step. To outsiders, she was a crazy woman but to a certain CEO she was weak, soft, timid and helpless. One day, Erica's scandal broke out: A certain CEO's wife had beaten up 5 men in the dead of night. The CEO closed a document, raised his eyes and asked with a smile "Wife, does your hands hurt?" Erica:"...."/0/84191/coverorgin.jpg?v=298fabda4d733200d5d170ebf5eb599b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
They Asked for My Kidney, I Gave Them Hell
Three years ago, I saved a stranger' s life by donating a kidney, an anonymous act of compassion. Now, a year after losing my heroic fiancé, Andrew, I' m pregnant with his child, the only piece of him I have left. My life should be about new beginnings. But then, a knock on my door shattered everything. Standing there were Molly Chadwick, the woman I' d saved, and her parents, their faces grim. Molly' s donated kidney was failing, and they weren't there to thank me. They were there to demand my other kidney, for her, immediately. I refused. How could I sacrifice my unborn baby? Their pleas turned to threats, then a public smear campaign that branded me a monster. One night, they ambushed me. I woke up in a sterile clinic in Mexico, terrified, realizing they planned to forcibly take my kidney. I begged, pleaded for my baby, but they ignored me. The anesthetic surged, and I felt life drain away. I died on that table. But then, I woke up. In my own bed. My baby still safe inside me. The date on my phone was three days before they ever came to my door. The horrific memory was physically crushing, but beneath it, a burning fury ignited. I' d been given a second chance. Not for peace, but for vengeance. This time, I would protect my child. And the Chadwicks would pay./1/104956/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1a457fd715761574fdf6f1205754532&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-husband Begged me to Save Him
Cyburris Hospital collapsed, and Director Greg sacrificed his pregnant wife, Ronda, to save his idolized love. Her right hand was crushed, she lost their baby, and he dragged her name through the mud, forcing her to leave with nothing. With an injured hand and a stillborn child, Ronda fled the country overnight. Three years later, she returned as an international authority on neural regeneration, ready to seek revenge with both hands-one to slap faces, the other to perform surgery. Her academic revelations exposed scandals, data breaches shook the foundations, the idolized love's reputation crumbled, and the scoundrel was left paralyzed-a complete crash and burn, all in one go. In the end, she radiated with brilliance at a grand wedding with her ultimate partner, while her ex passed away in solitude in a hospital room./0/99116/coverorgin.jpg?v=298faa513c0803f70fe768fd7dcd8e03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Following Pregnancy
In the third year of their marriage, Liam became infatuated with his new secretary, Lindsay Price. She was open and bold. Her personal motto was "Fortune favors the bold." In bed, she knew countless different positions, and outside of it, she accompanied Liam in various thrilling activities. While he went out with Lindsay, he maintained the facade of a devoted husband by fabricating where he had been to Lillian Walsh. "I'm not coming home tonight. I was drunk, so I'm sleeping at the office." Lindsay chuckled beside him. She said with a hint of teasing provocation, "When are you going to divorce that boring old woman?" The call ended abruptly. Unbeknownst to them, Lillian was sitting in the Obstetrics and Gynecology department and staring at the pregnancy report at her fingertips. She had been pregnant for six weeks. After she left the hospital, she called her brother, Ricky Walsh, who was a lawyer. "Ricky, I need you to make a divorce agreement for me." Ricky paused briefly and then asked, "Are you sure about this?" Lillian replied calmly, "Yes. I'm pregnant. I plan to keep the baby myself."/0/80947/coverorgin.jpg?v=aae4588d069932427a82c77c3b79b630&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twin Swap: An 18-Year Deception
For 18 years, I quietly raised my twin sons, Alex and Ben, believing their father Mark and his mistress Brenda were dead. Now, with their Stanford acceptance, I planned a celebratory dinner, a culmination of my secret pride. But as the party peaked, the 'dead' burst in—Mark Thompson and Brenda Sullivan, arrogantly alive. Mark accused me of lies, Brenda feigned heartbreak, and he demanded I sign away my sons, seizing what he claimed was his. My bewildered sons watched their world crumble as Mark's family rallied behind him. With a steady hand, I signed the papers, feeling my boys' pain and disbelief. "Mom, no! How can you?" Alex cried. Everyone assumed I was broken, defeated. They saw a mother abandoning her children, a woman succumbing to the pressure. "You're just... giving us up?" Ben whispered, his eyes clouded with betrayal. The room buzzed with judgment. They had no idea this was just the first act of a meticulously planned retribution. "The party isn't over," I stated, a chilling smile on my face. As two young men, one dependent on a wheelchair, entered, I revealed their truth. "Mark, Brenda, meet Cody and Tyler Thompson. Your actual biological sons." My 18-year revenge was finally set into motion./0/85814/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eefdf3e0efbea202aa3aef35e95a1ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By My Savior Husband
The champagne shimmered, my fiancé Daniel was by my side, and my parents, pillars of the tech world, beamed with pride. It was my engagement day, perfect as a movie scene. Then, the screens behind us, meant for happy memories, flared to life with my face, but not my body-a horrifying deepfake, accompanied by a torrent of our company' s most intimate client data, all pinned on my mother. The ballroom erupted. Whispers turned to shouts, Daniel recoiled as if burned, and my mother, the renowned ethicist, was swarmed by reporters, branded a fraud and criminal. My father, director of Miller Security, clutched his chest, watching his wife' s ruin and his daughter' s humiliation before collapsing-dead, on the polished floor. The Vance family patriarch declared our engagement off, leaving me standing alone, my world shattered into a million pieces. In ten minutes, I lost everything: my reputation, my family, my future, and my father's life. Three years later, I was married to Ethan Vance, Daniel' s brother, a man I believed was my savior, gently rebuilding my life in a quiet, gilded cage. Until I overheard a chilling conversation between Ethan and his best friend, Mark. "Shouldn't you take down those awful deepfakes? Now that Tiffany is happily integrated into your family, why keep tormenting Chloe?" Mark' s voice was laced with anger I'd never heard. Ethan's reply, calm and cold, made my blood run cold: "The Miller family's influence was too strong. As long as they were respected, how could Tiffany feel secure?" My parents, his mentors, had been destroyed for Tiffany, Daniel's new wife. Every tender word, every protective gesture from Ethan had been a carefully orchestrated lie. My husband, my rescuer, was the monster who had meticulously planned my family' s ruin and profited from my humiliation. I had been sleeping beside my father' s murderer for three years. The realization hit me like a physical blow, stripping away every illusion. I had to make him pay for everything he had done./1/125397/coverorgin.jpg?v=3483079ad68e754a952ae48485329272&imageMogr2/format/webp)
