Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Scorned Bride Turned Out To Be Legendary
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled./0/79694/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc923103c8cb7cefe8f5b44bb4046af6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pawn To Queen: My Sweet Escape From A Manipulative Lover
The moment Melanie grasped she was merely a clever piece sliding across Greyson's grand chessboard, she tore herself free without blinking. Not a day later, Greyson watched a swarm of suitors orbit her like moths around a flame; spite boiled over, and he cursed the urge to chain her wrist to his own. Bent on breaking his hold, Melanie threw everything she had at her escape, her heart aching for freedom. Greyson summoned a last reserve of strength to free her, yet five tortured minutes later he collapsed, hands shaking, begging, "If you're going, can you take me with you?"/1/103316/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223126&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."/1/110825/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260314194319&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Belated Confession from a Disqualified Father
My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland. But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic. Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own. I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately. "Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!" "They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!" The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress. By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late. He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him. And I could never forgive him on their behalf./0/73593/coverorgin.jpg?v=154997fd28a402246d5938058d6dd706&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last Bow
On the day the Chancellor's estate was seized, Eleanor Quinn was reborn. When she opened her eyes, she saw her eldest sister laughing at the servants scrambling over scraps of food. "You foolish people! Do you think the Chancellor's estate lacks food or silver? Fighting over a stale bread roll--if word gets out, our family's reputation will be in shambles!" Without hesitation, Eleanor took advantage of the chaos, gathering the fallen bread rolls and stuffing them into the hands of her two younger sisters. Then, she plucked the pearls and jewels from her elder sister's hair, removed her earrings, and placed them in their mother's hands. "Our dear sister is a celestial being who neither eats nor drinks," Eleanor said coolly. "But we're just ordinary people who need food to survive. In that case, these worldly possessions clearly don't matter to her."/0/85013/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205544&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Cruelty, His Quiet Fury
The scent of charcoal and happy laughter perfectly painted our Saturday afternoon, a beacon of the quiet life I' d built for my daughter, Lily, after everything we' d been through. Suddenly, a black sports car screeched into our driveway, and my wife' s brother, Leo, stormed into our backyard, followed by two thuggish friends. He sneered, mocking my life, calling me a "freeloader" and a "parasite," even striking me. My wife, Sarah, appeared, but instead of defending our terrified Lily, she sided with her brother, calling me a "failure" and demanding I leave. Lily, hyperventilating from fear, whimpered, "Mommy... please... make them stop," but Sarah dismissed it, her eyes fixed on Leo. How could the woman I' d sacrificed everything for, the mother of my child, choose this violence, this betrayal, this cruelty? In that shattering moment, as Sarah chose her vile brother over our trembling daughter, I knew I had to unleash the man I' d buried for ten years./0/18058/coverorgin.jpg?v=a309d9ea07b96e639645bdc18903b2f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving is a SIN
Five Years ago she lost all her memories " Alright I can slowly gain them back while making new ones" she said but sometimes their are things that are meant to be forgotten. What happens when an arrogant, bossy CEO and she who became a waitress working for him comes together? He was named one of the youngest billionaire's in the world; "To repay the favor, Be My Lover!" He said. He was relentless to get her and she was the rabbit in his cage without knowing it; Will Love or Disaster Come About!!!/0/83918/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phoenix Sisters Rise
The social worker cleared her throat, her voice tight with forced professionalism. "Jocelyn, Stella, we have some incredible news." I looked at my sister, Stella, and a cold dread crept up my spine. This was the beginning of the end; I had lived this moment before. In my last life, this was the day our biological families found us, only to tear us apart and send us to separate hells. I remembered the Clarks, my so-called family who let my "sister" Nicole frame me, break my leg, and destroy my track career, then threw me away into a life of abuse. Stella remembered the Lawrences; her jealous cousin Debra drugged her, stole her recipes, and had her locked away to rot in a mental institution. We both died, in our own ways. And now we were back, high school seniors, with the full, horrific memories of that future burned into our souls. "Your biological families have been located," the social worker chirped, her smile not reaching her eyes. "They' re waiting downstairs to take you home." My stomach churned, but Stella' s hand found mine under the table, her grip an iron promise. This time, no one was separating us. This time, we would fight back./1/116457/coverorgin.jpg?v=21eee895d1457fdf6a26a0915abbf903&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows
Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway. Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him. "I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood. "Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared. Die, for all I care." The line went dead. The silence was heavier than the twisted metal crushing her. As she flatlined in the back of an ambulance, memories of her pathetic life flashed before her. She was just the orphaned daughter of their driver, a charity case they bullied, used, and discarded. His sister stole her designs, and Brenton's love was nothing but a manipulative chain to control her. She had given that family her entire life, her talent, and her heart. Why did her absolute devotion only earn her a cruel, lonely death while he celebrated his new marriage? When Khloe opened her eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone. She was standing in the Waldorf Astoria suite, wearing the pristine white silk gown from her engagement party a year ago. Staring at the drugged champagne Brenton expected her to drink, she picked up a heavy crystal decanter instead. This time, she would make the rules./0/60609/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251031141612&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Avenge The School Bully
Five years ago, I received a case about campus bullying. The perpetrator was only 13 years old and used extremely cruel methods, including eating feces, drinking urine, and sexual assault. This led to the victim suffering from severe depression and eventually committing suicide by cutting their wrists. When the situation escalated, the bully's parents tried to settle the matter with money. They not only threatened me to make false testimony but also boasted, "My child is a minor. Even if he killed someone, he wouldn't have to go to jail, let alone bullying."/1/102847/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf9f752a3a536411fd0c78b0a61c125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: She Chose The Billionaire Heir
"She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic." That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years. When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem. But the breaking point came when she deliberately pushed me down a flight of stairs. My ankle shattered on the concrete. I was lying there in agony, unable to move. Yet, Jax didn't check on me. He stepped over my bleeding body to scoop Catalina up because she had a minor scratch on her elbow. He screamed at me for "hurting" her. While I lay in the hospital alone, waiting for surgery, he was spoon-feeding her soup in her dorm, posting photos captioned "My Hero." He thought I would always be his "Elie Bear," the doormat waiting at home to clean up his messes. He was convinced that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never actually leave. But he was wrong. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply signed the withdrawal papers, blocked his number, and boarded a one-way flight to New York without saying goodbye. Three months later, when Jax finally realized his "sister" was a nightmare and came crawling back to beg for forgiveness, he found me. But I wasn't alone. I was holding the hand of a billionaire heir who looked at Jax with cold, deadly eyes. "Touch her again," my new fiancé whispered, "and I will destroy your entire family by morning."/1/113172/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260704034707&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire Fiancé, You Don't Deserve Me
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true. For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married. "Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said. My life shattered in that instant. Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions. At the end, Mireya had killed me. If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya./0/83449/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202630&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Karma Served Cold: The Billionaire's Mother
The cold garage floor seeped through my thin jeans as I lay hidden, listening. This wasn't a memory; it was a horrifying déjà vu, a second chance at the day that had once destroyed me. Inside, I heard my husband Kevin' s bitter voice, dismissing me as "simple," "always tired," and "smelling like the diner." His mother, Helen, chimed in, labeling me an "anchor, dragging him down" from his imagined football star glory. Then came the chilling words from my own twelve-year-old son, Justin. He openly wished Aunt Tiffany, the "friend" I'd helped through her divorce, was his mom, because her house didn' t smell like "fried onions." Tiffany' s smooth voice, dripping with fake concern, endorsed their narrative, twisting my double shifts into "neglect." I knew their entire sinister plot, every humiliating detail: Justin' s fake "runaway" act, Kevin' s performative call to the police and Child Protective Services, framing me as an unfit mother. They planned to file for emergency custody, force a divorce, and escape with Justin to a new "perfect" life with Tiffany, leaving me utterly ruined. In my first life, I was blindsided. I fought desperately, screamed, cried, and ultimately lost everything-my son, my home, my reputation. I truly died a broken woman, my soul consumed by an unbearable grief. But somehow, I was back. The crushing grief was gone, replaced by a terrifying calm and an ice-cold resolve. They still believed I was simple, weak. They were about to discover the monstrous mistake they had made./1/119586/coverorgin.jpg?v=fba1b256fb2257cbb0705bd19b6ee6f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir
I married billionaire Harrison Sterling to fulfill a dying grandmother's wish, but to him, I was nothing but a scheming leech. When my grandfather needed emergency surgery, I swallowed my pride and begged my husband for the money. Instead of helping, he humiliated me in front of his mistress, forced me into his bed, and then threw $250,000 at me as "severance." "Take the money, sign the divorce papers, and disappear from my life." I took the blood money, left his mansion without a backward glance, and paid for my grandfather's surgery. But my brief taste of freedom was shattered by a frantic call from my abusive mother. My brother, locked in prison because Harrison believed he killed his ex-fiancée, had been brutally beaten. "If you don't make Harrison save him, I'll go to the press and ruin you both!" I was trapped between a toxic family and a husband who wanted me ruined. Harrison hated me to his core. He had no idea that years ago, I was the teenage girl who dove into a freezing riptide to save him from drowning. With my phone blocked and his security ordered to throw me out on the street, I had no official way to reach him. So, I stole a caterer's apron, tied my hair back, and sneaked into the heavily guarded Sterling Tower. This time, I wasn't going to beg./1/100970/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106221014&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Hidden In A Folder
For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage with my husband, Grant, and an unbreakable bond with my best friend, Chelsey. That illusion shattered when I found a hidden video on our shared laptop, tucked away in a folder labeled "Memories." It showed them together in a hotel room, kissing, their bodies intertwined. I heard my husband promise my best friend he would never truly love me, that I was just a responsibility he had to bear. He was the man who swore he'd never cheat. She was the woman who once saved my life. Their entire relationship, their fake animosity-it was all an elaborate performance to hide their affair right under my nose. But when he left me sobbing on the floor to rush to her side after a faked car accident, something inside me finally broke. I found them wrapped in each other's arms, and with the sound of my hand cracking across his stunned face, I made a new promise. "We're getting a divorce."/0/84857/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205240&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forever With My Children
The last thing I remembered was the cold, damp earth on my knees, kneeling before Liam' s grave as my wife, Olivia, stood over me, her beautiful face a mask of pure hatred. "This is where you belong, Ethan. At his feet." I had believed her promise of a child, an heir, would free me from her cruel games and secure our future. Instead, her obsession with her dead childhood sweetheart, Liam, led her to deliberately delay the C-section for our twins, costing them their lives. Then, she had her guards beat me to death. But I woke up. In a sterile white hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of a machine in my ears, I saw Olivia, seemingly unchanged, on the phone, ordering the very delay that doomed our children in my first life. My heart, which I thought was empty, throbbed with a dull ache as she publicly declared another child - Liam' s son, Lucas - her sole heir, and callously ordered my own babies to be "gotten rid of." Paternal love surged, and I rushed to protect them, only to be struck down. I awoke again, beaten and framed for attacking them, mocked by Olivia and the fake Liam. Then came the chilling realization: Olivia, too, remembered. She knew about my "second chance" and taunted me with it. She used my dying father, his life hanging by a thread in the same hospital, as leverage. When I reluctantly agreed to her demands, she killed him right in front of me, shattering my world. Imprisoned in the dark basement of our old mansion with the bodies of my dead children, utter despair consumed me. How could this be happening again? Why did she hate me so much, across two lifetimes? Why couldn't I escape this nightmare? But Olivia's twisted victory was short-lived. The very betrayal she orchestrated began to unravel, revealing Liam' s true identity as a con man and Lucas as a stranger' s child. The architect of my torment had built her empire on a foundation of lies, and now, it was all about to come crashing down./0/81259/coverorgin.jpg?v=436aa62da71495b20cc01e2928f551b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce He Filed Himself
My husband Mark called, his voice a whip crack in my ear, furious that I was in Napa enjoying wine instead of fretting over his mistress, Jessie. For seven years, his world revolved around Jessie' s endless dramas, her "fragile" state always prioritized over my needs, my feelings, or even the memory of my late father. I quietly drafted dissolution papers, shifting the names from generic "Jane Doe" to "Sarah Miller vs. Mark Thompson," a silent vow of freedom. He dismissed my pain, gaslighted my reality, and funneled our marital assets into Jessie' s lavish lifestyle, casually buying her a $15,000 designer bag when I couldn't get a few hundred for a work suit. The ultimate betrayal came during a scuba trip off La Jolla: he shoved me, his wife, directly into a shark's path to save Jessie, then abandoned me, celebrating with her on the boat while I gasped for air, bleeding. How could anyone be so utterly blind, so consumed by another's manufactured crisis, that they would sacrifice their own spouse and then, beaming, personally file divorce papers thinking they were for their mistress? He proudly signed away his future, thinking he was liberating Jessie, not realizing he was cementing my escape and sealing his own downfall. The game was on, and watching his oblivious delight, I knew I would win./0/25411/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241217093823&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fatal Storm (Tashan of Mr. Beast & Ms. Fake)
Isn't it easy to imagine yourself in the cliché billionaire world where the employer's eyes and his luxurious empire bewitches the secretary at the first glance? Now, re-imagine yourself in the ruthless world of Shaurya Singhal, popularly called 'the beast' ruling over the Singhal Corporate Towers. Driven by a single aim in life-to make money-he ensures to burn all his rivals with his magnificent glory. On his best friend Abhay's insistence, he appoints Saniya Gupta as his personal secretary. Her aspiration to make it big in the business world, enchants him and he offers to sponsor her higher studies, throwing Saniya off-road in her well planned charade to cause chaos in his life. Unlike the people they've met before, both decode a lock that starts to unravel their vengeful tactics against each other despite being pulled to one another romantically breaking Shaurya's decade-old code of conduct. A game begins of who will give in first to the call of that organ which they thought they never had...a lover's heart./0/60453/coverorgin.jpg?v=92d49ad281189748aaaedef189bebf98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the cold hearted billionaire
•He is rich •He is handsome •He is wealthy When he stands out in the crowd he is well know... Don't let us talk about his muscular build body cause he is freaking hot He wins award ceremony for the most popular and successful billionaire every year that sometimes he gets tired of it.. He owns Two countries in New York and other branches in Korea, Japan, China,Canada and other countries WHO IS HE? Leopard Mcquire...He is the richest bachelor billionaire in New York City As long as Valentino is the most richest billionaire in New York he is also cold, arrogant and proud of himself He is as cold as a ice and Valentino hates for women's is so much that all is employees are all male and no one knows why he hates the tourch of women. What happened when she came into his life and changed his destiny WHO IS SHE?? LOYAL ROSEAN MAPLE the daughter of the popular and hourable family in New York.... Loyal is the crazy, stubborn sassy and full of lives but all that changed when she was involved in an heartbreaking scene... She then became calm, gentle and an introvert and the word love became dead to her.... due to that fact her parents decided to get her married to the famous Leopard Not because of her interest but because of her parents business. Will loyal Become who she was before... Will she trust the word love again.... Will Valentino also believe in love... Will Valentino become a happy person and not a cold person again.../1/102691/coverorgin.jpg?v=032b050532b704ec91e163415c7abeb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
