Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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I Wait For You, My Love
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again./0/89719/coverorgin.jpg?v=c35d447e5bdd2185cc3cc2a9b17e8f57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bloom and Fade in Sunflowers
"I am willing to go to Otresh and join Doctors Without Borders." Kenia Watson's voice was firm. The Chief Medical Officer hesitated for a moment before speaking. "The aid mission to Otresh will last at least two years. Does your husband agree with you going?" She rotated the ring on her right hand, took a moment of silence, and then answered, "We're about to divorce. I hope you won't tell him where I'm going after I leave." She had tolerated so much, continuously searching for the truth from years ago. When she was diagnosed with cancer, her husband was having an affair with her stepsister. This time, she chose to let go and leave, refusing to be entangled with him any longer. "Hobson, in a month, we will be free." Yet, when she was critically ill, he knelt by her hospital bed, praying repeatedly for her to wake up./1/102697/coverorgin.jpg?v=09f14705870c03cd4f7ae2be26135b06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Left To Drown
I took a bullet for my husband, Christian. As his loyal shield, it was my duty, but his only concern as I bled out was for his fragile "sister," Gisselle. Days later, we were both kidnapped and trapped on a yacht rigged with a bomb. The captors gave Christian a choice: he could only save one of us. He didn't hesitate. "Save Gisselle first!" he screamed across the water. With her safe, he had the audacity to order me, the wife he'd just condemned to die, to save us all. "Alexandra, the bomb! Disarm it! Now!" After years of taking blows for him, after secretly losing our child while protecting his interests, this was my value? A disposable tool to be used and discarded. I stared at the blinking red light, the seconds ticking away. This time, I wouldn't save him. I would let the world believe I was dead, and finally start living for myself./0/93288/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bcdbe900ee55be57c47818423f8940d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Marriage Built on Deception
In the fifth year of my marriage, at a cattle auction, I saw my husband with my cousin—a woman everyone believed had been dead for five years. She was holding their son. I quickly learned my entire marriage was a lie, a cover-up orchestrated by my husband and my own grandmother to protect the woman who had tried to murder me. I wasn't a wife. I was an alibi. On the day they planned to drug me so they could celebrate their son's birthday, I signed away every penny of the family fortune, filed for divorce, and disappeared./0/74470/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a731ca7cddeb136445a3188cb17eba7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REBORN IN VENGEANCE, REWRITTEN IN LOVE
Elena Hart once had everything, money, beauty, and a kind heart that trusted too easily. But her perfect marriage to the charming Liam Blackwood ended in betrayal and even murder, planned by him and her best friend, Serena Cole. Her whole world fell apart. Yet death wasn't the end for her. One day, Elena woke up in her 22 year old body, seven years before the day she was meant to die. Her memories were broken, but she was filled with a strong will: this time, she would write her own ending. Reborn, Elena was no helpless princess. With the knowledge of what was to come and a clever, quick mind, she stepped into a world of secret business deals, hidden family stories, and a love triangle that made her quest for revenge even more complicated. There was Adrian Voss, the mysterious rival CEO whose cold look hid a past linked to hers, and Noah Grant, her childhood friend whose quiet loyalty showed deep, unspoken love. As Elena fought against Liam and Serena's evil plans, she uncovered even darker secrets, Hart Industries was really a front for a criminal empire, her mother's death was no accident, and maybe her second chance at life was part of a strange, bigger bargain. With every twist and turn, Elena had to choose between seeking revenge or forgiving, between following love or standing on her own. But in a game where enemies wear smiles and allies hide daggers, trust could be her downfall... or her redemption./0/81608/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1ae43fedbd015c03b5fb603518965df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayer's Inheritance
Scarlett Hayes, from a once-proud Southern family now teetering on ruin, arrived at the exclusive Kentucky Derby Charity Gala, hoping a connection with the influential Blackwood family could be her salvation. Instead, she became the unwitting target of a cruel "auction" by the arrogant Blackwood sons, culminating in Charlie Blackwood Jr. publicly humiliating her by announcing his engagement to her stepsister, Brittany, revealing it was all a sadistic game to "put her in her place." The ultimate betrayal came days later: drugged and waking up disoriented in a cheap motel, photos of her disheveled state instantly ruined her reputation, leaving her father shattered and her own future a devastating, inescapable void. The crushing despair of her ruined life, filled with unanswered questions and profound betrayal, became an unbearable weight, dragging her into an abyss she couldn't escape, leaving her soul utterly broken. Then, with a jolt, she woke up in her bed-it was the morning of the Kentucky Derby Gala again, a second chance born from the ashes of her humiliation, ready to wage a ruthless war against the dynasty that destroyed her./0/82257/coverorgin.jpg?v=255143b18acdf875c5c1e5ecc4462267&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Coma Bride, His True Escape
Ethan Hayes thought his life was a gilded cage, trapped between his tyrannical father and his ruthless half-brother, Liam. His last hope for freedom was an arranged marriage to a comatose heiress in Boston, a deal he accepted in exchange for a fortune and the quiet support of his stoic bodyguard, Sarah Bell. But that fragile sense of acceptance shattered when he overheard Sarah's late-night call, revealing her true identity as Seraphina Vance, a billionaire heiress, and her chilling confession: she was infatuated with Liam, seeing Ethan as nothing more than a "means to an end." The woman he' d secretly loved had been deceiving him, her every act of professional care a calculated move to get closer to Liam. Her obsession led her to public acts of devotion towards his tormentor brother, culminating in orchestrating a brutal dog attack on Ethan and later a violent beating by thugs, all while prioritizing Liam and dismissing Ethan's suffering. How could the quiet, seemingly caring Sarah be this ruthless heiress, so utterly blind to Liam' s cruelty? The betrayal gnawed at Ethan, leaving him drowning in a bitter cocktail of humiliation, anger, and profound confusion. Was his entire life just a stage for their twisted games? Then, Liam's drunken boasts exposed the horrific truth: his mother's death and Ethan's ruined scholarship were his brother's calculated acts. With nothing left to lose and everything to escape, Ethan decided his arranged marriage was no longer just a transaction, but his only path to true freedom from a family intent on destroying him, even if it meant abandoning everything he knew./1/104644/coverorgin.jpg?v=a54177805da29b5ba71c331d0916c59a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarried To The Ruthless Mafia King
I found the instruction manual for my own abandonment on a dark web forum while my husband scrubbed the scent of another woman from his skin in the bathroom. The thread was titled "Burden Disposal Strategies." The user, RatKing88, asked a simple question: "How do I dump a loyal wife without triggering a war with the old guard? My parents love her more than me." The replies were brutal. They suggested faking a dangerous mission, forcing a paper divorce for 'asset protection,' and then disappearing with the cash. Moments later, Luca walked out of the bathroom smelling of cheap vanilla perfume and panic. He grabbed my hands, his palms sweating, and spun a clumsy lie about a "Code Red" mission in Sicily. "It is going to be a bloodbath, Sienna," he whispered, his eyes wide with manic energy. "We need to divorce on paper. It is the only way to protect you from the vendettas." I felt a cold rage settle in my gut. He wasn't a soldier going to war. He was a rat running off with his mistress and the family savings, leaving his stroke-ridden father and our daughter with nothing. He planned to wait for his parents to die so he could return for the inheritance. He thought I was just a naive, caged canary who would wait forever. But he forgot that canaries are the first to smell poison in the air. I didn't scream. I didn't expose him. Instead, I looked him in the eye with carefully manufactured sorrow and signed the papers. He thought he was escaping to freedom with a bag full of stolen cash. He didn't realize he had just voluntarily abdicated his throne. And I was going to take it./1/108213/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fc17a3e7a4bef79af1de91e164a9c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Asset: Sold To My Enemy
I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive. Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly. I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel. The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price. I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours. "I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat. I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite./1/114378/coverorgin.jpg?v=abea1747a685533ca6f862e2f131d353&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company. Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file. He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his. When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren. I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house. I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me. My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie. The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know? Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets? As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance. I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name. The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret. This time, I didn't cry or beg. "You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption." Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room./0/83231/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b86e740e43c9c68d018fc7ca20be9f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unmasked: The Affair and the Fraud
My morning took a chilling turn when a grainy video popped up: my eight-year-old son, Ethan, pleading, "Mommy, save me." A distorted voice demanded $50,000 ransom by tonight. My husband, Mark, panicked, but I remained unnerved. Our $50,000 emergency fund was gone. Mark stammered about "business expenses," but I already knew. Bank statements confirmed a transfer to "M. Morningstar." He confessed: the money went to his mistress, Tiffany, for her son Leo' s "life-saving" cancer treatment. As Mark crumbled, "kidnappers" called, Ethan's cries audible. I calmly told them we had no funds, hanging up despite Mark's horror. Then Tiffany brazenly arrived, demanding more money for Leo, shattering Mark's parents with the lie that Leo was Mark's biological son from their affair. Through it all, I maintained confusing composure. My family stared, bewildered by my steely calm, my defiance. Why wasn't I in hysterics? Was I insane or was a deeper game at play? I picked up a burner phone: "Time for Act Two. Bring her son into play." I forced Mark to choose between Ethan and Leo. He chose Leo. Moments later, a perfectly unharmed Ethan walked in. The kidnapping? A staged trap. I' d meticulously orchestrated this to expose Mark's profound betrayal and Tiffany' s elaborate fraud. The fallout had only just begun./0/89720/coverorgin.jpg?v=38061431b7c3a5b1d745a0368512b074&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regret Cheaper Than Dust
Everyone in Seavelt knew that Dr. Ethan Caldwell, the city's top gynecologist, never got close to women. No matter how many youthful figures stood before him, he never so much as glanced their way. I always thought I was different, even after ten years together, when he wouldn't let me touch him. If my fingertips accidentally brushed his sleeve, he'd snap, "Don't touch me." After another failed attempt to climb into his bed, he sent ten men to sleep with me. Afterward, when I cried and lashed out at him, he said flatly, "I can't let you live like a nun forever." The eleventh time he arranged for someone to pin me to the bed, I lost it and swallowed two hundred sleeping pills. When I woke up, Ethan, for the first time ever, allowed me to touch him. I thought I could slowly win him over. But the next day, at his private villa, I caught him holding another woman in his arms. He kissed the top of her head, his eyes burning with a passion I'd never seen. When I confronted him, Ethan looked at me coldly. "Clara's not like you. She doesn't have those filthy thoughts or try to seduce men." I bit my lip until I tasted blood. "Fine, Ethan. Let's break up."/1/122165/coverorgin.jpg?v=336da8344e630b7efcccbf5960d6bbb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cheated On Me? Hidden Queen Strikes Back
Reunited with her family, Cheryl married the man she had secretly loved for seven years and gave up her career to become the perfect wife. She believed she had everything until her husband, parents, and brother staged a lavish wedding for her dying sister and dismissed her heartbreak as selfish. Cheryl left divorce papers behind and quietly walked away. Only then did the world discover that the ordinary ex-wife they had scorned was actually a legendary investor, master perfumer, celebrated violinist, and bestselling author. Her family humbly pleaded for her forgiveness. The once-cold man clung to her sleeve and pleaded, "Cheryl, please... let's get remarried." But she refused to look back forever. "Back off. Men only hold me back."/0/84529/coverorgin.jpg?v=142685a38fe1b1f54673190801018857&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Price on Freedom
"Just drink it, Emily, it\'ll help you relax." David Clark\'s voice was smooth, but his grip on my arm was tight, pushing a dark, sweet-smelling liquid toward me. I looked at him, his face a charming mask, and knew he wanted me drugged for a photographer he\'d hired. He aimed to frame me, his fiancée, in a scandal to boost his political campaign. My refusal turned his charm into an ugly snarl, his hand grabbing for me as he threatened to ruin me. Just then, our hotel room door exploded inward. Two grim men in sharp military uniforms stood in the doorway, led by Captain Alex Stone. I, Chloe Miller, a tech inventor from the 21st century, had woken up in Emily Hayes\'s nineteen-year-old body, trapped in the 1980s. Emily\'s pre-arranged marriage to David, her family\'s desperate bid for security, was about to become my public nightmare. This was not my life. I stumbled forward, feigning fear, accusing David of trying to drug me, seizing the unexpected opportunity. Captain Stone, suspicious yet bound by duty, took me under his wing, dragging me into the heart of his powerful, tangled family. My engagement to Alex became my shield, but it also painted me as a gold-digger, an enemy to his vindictive aunt Clara, her resentful son Mark, and his jilted almost-fiancée Anna Lewis. Then, on my wedding night, Clara orchestrated the ultimate humiliation, bringing my poverty-stricken, opportunistic family to the mansion to stake their claim. I knew then that I had to fight, not just for survival, but for autonomy. Meeting Alex in secret, he revealed his true motive for our marriage: I was to be his "unassuming" tool, a corporate spy to secure his family\'s legacy. I accepted. This was my chance not just to survive, but to truly live and rebuild, turning what was meant to be my ruin into my ultimate rise./1/114054/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5915428266efc2999864db3fd8096ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Abandoned Daughter's Secret Golden Fortune
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family. But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust. "I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this." He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets. Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark. But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice. "I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan." She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold./1/104645/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac4ab0653b0c31411d0448cc1af43e74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Barren Wife's Revenge: It Was You
On our seventh anniversary, my husband Dante tossed divorce papers onto the desk. He looked at me with cold indifference, his hand resting on the swollen belly of his nineteen-year-old mistress. "You are barren, Seraphina," he spat. "She carries my legacy. You carry nothing but ghosts." When I tried to argue, he shoved me. I fell hard, my back slamming against the concrete floor of the studio. Pain tore through my abdomen, and warm blood began to pool beneath my red dress. The tragedy wasn't just the violence; it was the truth he didn't know. The IVF hadn't failed. I was pregnant with the son he had desperately prayed for. And in his rage to protect a mistress carrying a stranger's baby, he had just killed his own flesh and blood. He stepped over my bleeding body and took her to the Commission Auction to celebrate. He thought I was broken. He thought I was finished. But he forgot that I knew all his secrets. I woke up in the hospital, signed the papers that froze his entire fortune, and walked straight into the gala. I stood before the most dangerous men in New York and threw a medical file onto Dante's table. "You killed your real son today when you pushed me," I said, my voice slicing through the silence. "As for hers? It can't be yours, Dante." "Because according to this, you have been sterile for seven years."/0/60520/coverorgin.jpg?v=a057ab8a8687139d12c90b9d583b8e02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."/1/121192/coverorgin.jpg?v=913a2a62fa9dd1bff948d516349e2b7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Fatal Secret Diagnosis
I was just diagnosed with terminal kidney cancer. Holding the diagnostic report, I forced myself to go home and act like everything was fine. But the moment I walked in, my husband of three years threw a manila folder at me. "Sign it. Hayleigh is back, and I made her a promise." They were divorce papers. I swallowed my grief and agreed. To protect his image, I even covered for his sudden disappearance when his strict grandfather demanded his presence. But the stress triggered my illness. While I was enduring agonizing cancer cramps to rush his grandfather to the ER for a sudden heart attack, I saw my husband in the VIP ward of the same hospital. He was tenderly holding Hayleigh in his arms. When his grandfather saw them, the old man flew into a rage, beat him with a cane, and collapsed from another severe cardiac arrest. My husband didn't check on his dying grandfather. Instead, he glared at me with pure hatred. "You did this." I stared at him in disbelief. I had silently endured a loveless marriage, covered his tracks, and was literally dying of cancer, yet he thought I orchestrated a heart attack just to frame his mistress. The last shred of my love for him shattered completely. I calmly knelt down to save the old man, deciding that after signing the papers tomorrow, I would take my medical report and vanish from Jonathon's life forever./0/58249/coverorgin.jpg?v=21795b84b02395b35527466a1a52f8f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crazy Heiress and Her Obsessive Prosecutor
Azora, an heiress haunted by disturbing hallucinations after witnessing her boyfriend's murder, finds herself unable to escape the trauma. Neither her father, her childhood best friend, nor her spiteful foster mother can save her from the torment. The only peace she finds is in the arms of Prosecutor Lamech. Despite this, Azora is determined not to rely on a man she has no relationship with and does everything to distance herself from him. Unbeknown to her, Lamech has been watching over her from the moment they first met, never letting her out of his sight./0/61818/coverorgin.jpg?v=274ca787356cf61c73c9c8d7965a3155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
