Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Escaping My Possessive Billionaire Ex-Husband
I went to a luxury hotel for a blind date, hoping to finally move on from my past. But I opened the wrong door and stumbled right into my billionaire ex-husband, Damarcus. He was sitting in the dim suite with a beautiful socialite, watching me freeze like a beggar in my cheap dress. I fled, but he cornered me in the hallway restroom. He coldly mocked my family's crushing debt and implied I was selling myself to my date. I thought the humiliation was over, so I threw myself into my demanding corporate job to pay for my sick mother's care. The next night, my boss, Felix, took me to a high-stakes dinner with a major client. But Damarcus showed up there too. He walked right into our private room, dominating the space, and deliberately sabotaged me. He raised his glass and loudly toasted to my resilience, twisting the truth to make my boss think we were having a secret, scandalous affair. He wanted to destroy my reputation and strip away the only lifeline I had left. He had already ruined my life once, leaving me with nothing. Why was he hunting me down just to play these cruel games? I sat in my dark apartment, waiting in terror for Felix to fire me. Instead, my phone rang. "I believe you. I know what kind of man he is." Hearing my boss say those words, my fear finally burned into rage. This time, I wasn't going to run./0/90373/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ad4104d1f894801b43d65df33ee8f90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Crumbled, But Her Brilliance Shone
Years ago, Cathy's husband threw himself into danger to save her. Then fate cut the cord-after the accident, he remembered everyone but the woman he'd once died for. On their third anniversary, he betrayed her, and that night she signed the divorce. Freed, she dusted off her hidden brilliance: miracle healer, racing legend, elite hacker, visionary designer. When his memories roared back, regret did, too. He stormed her wedding, pleading, "Cathy, please, one more chance!" But a certain trillionaire held her close and huffed, "Honey, someone's asking for trouble."/1/108218/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8d28505371d35b1db7fdc8d2ab59f29&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The CEO's Revenge Bride
I lay in the hospital bed, every breath feeling like I was inhaling wet concrete. My husband, Trent, stood by the window, more interested in his reflection in the glass than his dying wife. My sister, Cristi, sat nearby, complaining about how the rain would ruin her expensive shoes on the way to the car. Trent walked to my bedside and brushed a finger against my oxygen tube. "The liver failure is aggressive," he whispered. "But we expected that, didn't we? After all those 'vitamins' you've been taking." I tried to scream, but my vocal cords were paralyzed. Cristi just giggled, telling me not to struggle because they needed my trust fund voting power by midnight. They held up a Do Not Resuscitate order and told me my hand had "signed" it with a little help. "You were a depreciating asset, Cleora," Trent said, his lips cold against my forehead. "Now, you're finally liquidated." As the darkness swallowed me, I saw flashes of my life—my mother’s suspicious car crash, my stolen sketchbooks, and the bitter almond taste in my morning juice. I died in a state of pure, helpless rage, realizing I had been murdered by the only people I ever loved. How could they be so heartless? How could I have been so blind to the monsters living in my own home? Then came the sensation of falling. I sat up with a gasp, my lungs burning with fresh, salty air. The hospital was gone. I was in a luxury stateroom on our family’s charity cruise, three years before my death. I was alive, healthy, and back at the beginning. When a blood-stained billionaire named Clemente Pennington walked out of the suite's bathroom, I didn't run. I looked him in the eye and realized that this time, I wouldn't be the one liquidated. I was going to make them pay for every drop of poison they ever fed me./1/121196/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f1b8ad106bf16c7555c96110bf5bd7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Raising The Ruthless Billionaire's Stolen Heir
My husband forced me to sign divorce papers because of my so-called infertility. His mother wanted a grandson, so I left New York with nothing, eventually adopting an abandoned baby boy named Leo. We lived peacefully for four years, until a fleet of black SUVs surrounded my tiny apartment. A ruthless billionaire named Damien Montgomery threw a DNA test at my feet, claiming Leo was his stolen heir. He offered me two million dollars to hand over my son. "I am not negotiating with you. Get in the car." His bodyguards forced us into his Rolls-Royce, trapping me in his fortress of an estate. The sudden trauma terrified Leo so much that he developed acute pneumonia and was rushed to the hospital. But while fetching medicine in the hospital corridor, I bumped into my ex-husband and his new wife. My ex was holding a little boy who looked to be at least three and a half years old. My blood ran cold as I stared at the child. We divorced exactly four years ago because the doctor claimed I was barren. The math simply didn't add up. My "infertility" was a calculated lie to cover up his affair and kick me out. Caught between a tyrannical billionaire trying to steal my adopted son and the sickening truth of my past marriage, I wiped my tears. I was done being manipulated; it was time to make them all pay./1/118276/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3824f91444343ddbd28905b4499fe4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy
I fought for the NorthCom mercenary team for five years, bleeding for them and treating them like family. But during a brutal blizzard extraction, after I was gutted and exposed to a deadly neurotoxin to protect our flank, my commander, Jeffrey, called for a sudden vote. He calmly asked the team who was in favor of leaving me behind. One by one, the men and women whose lives I had just saved raised their hands. Jeffrey looked down at me, his eyes completely devoid of emotion, and casually kicked my desperate hand away from his boot. "This is for the good of the company, Etta. It's a calculated loss." They stripped me of my weapons, tossed a plastic-wrapped first-aid kit into the snow, and flew away in their warm helicopter, leaving me to freeze to death. As the ice seeped into my bones, the agonizing truth hit me. I was nothing but a disposable tool. A minor, pathetic footnote in Jeffrey's glorious corporate rise. I had sacrificed my life for people who viewed me as garbage the second I became a liability. But the person who stepped out of the howling storm to save me wasn't a friend. It was Kraig Crawford, the ruthless CEO of the rival syndicate and Jeffrey's deadliest enemy. He pumped his own blood into my dying veins, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifying obsession. "You're my war prize now." I didn't know what this monster truly wanted with me, but as my heart started beating again, I made a promise to myself. I was done being a calculated loss./1/117303/coverorgin.jpg?v=92ec3d5973c40cb0e510f76568585261&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The True Heiress Makes Her Spectacular Comeback
I was adopted by the wealthy Sterling family ten years ago, believing I finally had a real home. But on the night of my sister Serena's Ivy League celebration, I realized my "loving" adoptive mother was the one who pushed me into the freezing Hudson River. They didn't just steal my perfect SAT score to secure Serena's future. They had drained my biological parents' trust fund to cover their failed business ventures. When I crashed the ballroom dripping wet, exposing a brutal boat propeller scar on my shoulder, my adoptive father publicly called me a delusional, ungrateful orphan. My adoptive brother even tried to violently attack me in my own bedroom. They wanted me dead just to protect their stolen wealth and fake reputation. I gave them ten years of my life, yet they traded my survival in the freezing currents without a second thought. I couldn't understand how a family could be so monstrous, smiling for the cameras while leaving me to drown in the dark. "The Sterlings adopted you for a charity board seat, but you are the direct descendant of the Astor family." Hearing the truth about my real bloodline from the man who rescued me, my heart turned to ice. Now, stepping into the VIP hospital room with my silver needles to save my dying biological grandfather from a corrupt doctor, I made a vow. I am dropping the Sterling name forever, and I will take everything from them./0/50791/coverorgin.jpg?v=806ede9b62453355a089a0e9a88d56d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempting Fate With The Tycoon
One drunken night, Miranda boldly approached Leland, only to be met with his cold and unyielding gaze. He pinned her to the wall, cautioning, "Don't provoke me. I doubt you can handle it." Soon after, her engagement fell apart, leaving her destitute. With no other options, Miranda sought refuge with Leland. Over time, she took on the role of a stepmother, caring for his child. She came to understand that Leland's decision to marry her wasn't just about her being obedient. It was also because she resembled someone he cherished. Confronted with Miranda's request for a divorce, Leland hugged her. "Please reconsider." Miranda just smiled. "Mr. Adams, are you ensnared?"/1/102054/coverorgin.jpg?v=828cbf573e24a89aa516682206765801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twin's Last Martian Wish
For five years, I played the part of the devoted wife to a billionaire who despised me. I endured his coldness, his public affair with his mistress Gisele, and every humiliation he threw my way. All of it was a performance, a long game for one single purpose. On our fifth anniversary, the day my contract ended, I finally collected my deceased fiancé Julian's ashes. His last wish was to have them scattered on Mars, a dream only accessible to me through my marriage to his identical twin brother, Clayton. With my mission accomplished, I asked for a divorce. But Clayton, the man who had ignored me for half a decade, refused. He laughed, then kissed me with a brutal possessiveness I' d never felt before. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered. "You're mine now." He dragged me from our sterile penthouse, his eyes burning with a terrifying obsession. He offered me a real marriage, a child, a future I never wanted. He couldn't understand that my heart had always belonged to his dead brother. When I finally revealed the truth-that our entire marriage was just a means to fulfill Julian's last wish-he didn't let me go. He broke. He abandoned his mistress, begged, and even kidnapped me, convinced he could force me to love him. "You'll learn to be mine," he snarled, his sanity unraveling as he held me captive on his private jet. "We'll have children. They'll bind us together. You'll never leave me then." But he was wrong. This wasn't the story of a woman won over by a monster's late-blooming love. This was the story of my escape, and I was finally ready to be free./0/86156/coverorgin.jpg?v=573f8905fca8c60444d48cff9a7c95dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Love Betrayed, A Future Reclaimed
The phone buzzed, pulling me from a complex guitar passage. It was Jake' s assistant, frantic: "There' s been an accident. Jake' s at St. Mary' s. He needs a transfusion. You' re the only match." My world tilted. I raced to the hospital, heart hammering, and gave my blood, my love, to save him. An hour later, Jake' s assistant reappeared, looking annoyed. "It was just a prank," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Jake' s fine. He' s at a party." My blood ran cold. I found my discarded blood, half-full, tossed like garbage, next to a service exit. Then I heard laughter. Jake, perfectly fine, emerged with Chloe, his childhood friend. "Did you see her face?" Chloe cackled. "So pathetic." Jake chuckled, a sound that now turned my stomach. "She' d do anything for me, Chloe. It' s been three years. I told you I' d make her pay for what she did. For stealing that scholarship." The scholarship. The red wine on my performance dress. The missed audition. All cruel jokes. He never loved me. I was a tool, a target in his meticulously planned revenge. The pain was a physical weight, but beneath it, a cold resolve hardened. I clutched my phone, a single tear tracing a path down my cheek. I called my brother. "Liam," I said, my voice dead. "That offer… to study with the Maestro in Europe. Is it still open?" "Of course, Liv. Why?" "I' m taking it. I' m leaving. Tonight." He thought he had destroyed me. He was wrong. I was just getting started./1/102703/coverorgin.jpg?v=85f09fe58fee7f5abcbf8661e292c9fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thirteen Years Of His Lies
For thirteen years, I waited for my fiancé, Brandon. Our marriage was blocked ninety-nine times by his family's board, or so he told me. Each time, he'd accept a public corporate penalty, playing the martyr for our love. But on the day of the 100th vote, I overheard the truth. The board had approved our marriage every single time. He was the one sabotaging it, fabricating issues to appease his manipulative adopted sister, Kendal. That night, at a "surprise party," he kissed her with a passion he hadn't shown me in years. When I later confronted him about her lies, he shoved me. I fell, my head splitting open on the coffee table. As I lay bleeding on the floor, he didn't help me. He stood over me, protecting his crying sister. "Apologize to Kendal, Averi." That's when I finally saw him for the weak man he was. I wiped the blood from my face, walked out of the life we built, and accepted the marriage proposal from his biggest rival./0/55658/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d4351fded4a3f7ba1ddc8f60860f806&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A New Dawn For The Fallen Heiress
Lacey thought she'd have to avenge her past grievances by herself, but destiny had a different idea in mind... By a twist of fate, she ended up being the elegant daughter of the White family. When the real daughter returned, Lacey chose to stay, only to be trapped in a well-planned conspiracy leading to her untimely death. Reborn, Lacey encountered the real daughter's comeback. This time, she quickly left, resolved to recover what was wrongly taken from her in her previous life. Rhett exclaimed, "Trying to bully my woman, huh? Do you want to die?" Wait, what? Since when had she become his woman?/1/116330/coverorgin.jpg?v=0dcb677fe56c6703c1fb224628e8e2a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villainous Wife's Spectacular Comeback
For two years, Aria was a prisoner in her own body, forced to watch helplessly as a parasitic "System" hijacked her life. The nightmare shattered in a crowded neon club when the System forced her to slap New York's golden boy across the face, before abruptly detaching from her brain. Control slammed back into her limbs, but she was left to face a completely ruined reality. The System had turned her into a malicious, hysterical stalker. It had destroyed her reputation, alienated her best friend, and forced her into a loveless arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle, a ruthless billionaire. When she woke up in the hospital, the tabloids had already branded her a violent psycho. Her powerful mother-in-law threw the glossy tabloid photos at her feet with pure disgust. "If you cannot explain this right now, you will sign divorce papers and get out!" A suffocating wave of injustice and panic gripped Aria's chest. She had lost two whole years to a sick game she never agreed to play, taking the blame for horrific actions she couldn't stop. What exactly was that mechanical voice, and would it ever come back to finish her off? But Aria refused to just roll over and die. Wiping away the heavy makeup of the villainess she never was, she stared at her dangerous husband and made her first move. "I was drugged." With that single calculated lie, she began her counterattack to manipulate the Carlisle family, clear her name, and take her freedom back./0/81614/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba765b453c0f53ae7b9d244ffbd25c06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming Her Empire
I poured my soul into his tech startup, sacrificing law school and working tirelessly. Years later, as Innovatech became a multi-million-dollar empire, I found myself battered by endless, agonizing IVF failures. Then, the truth shattered my world: my beloved husband, Ethan, had been having a secret seven-year affair with his young assistant, Chloe. He'd rented her a luxury downtown apartment and showered her with designer gifts, all while I was injecting hormones, praying for 'our' baby. When confronted, Ethan showed no remorse, blaming my 'stress' and 'obsession with IVF' for his infidelity, claiming Chloe was 'easier' and 'the future.' Chloe, emboldened, moved into our home, flaunting her affair, even subtly attempting to poison me with my severe allergies. Ethan consistently sided with her, excusing her malice, eventually proclaiming his joy over Chloe' s pregnancy while cruelly using my infertility as a weapon against me. His contempt reached its peak when he blamed me after Chloe's hired thugs brutally assaulted me in a parking lot, leaving me bleeding and collapsing. How could the ambitious, loving man who once promised a lifetime of happiness transform into such a heartless monster, completely discarding me for a manipulative mistress? My deepest pain, my very being, had been weaponized against me. But as the Austin sun set on my shattered life, a cold, unshakeable resolve dawned. I had lost our baby, lost my marriage, lost my sense of self. Now, the charade was over. It was time to dismantle his world, piece by agonizing piece, and reclaim everything he'd stolen. My Manhattan sunrise would be a brutal awakening for him, and a brilliant new beginning for me./0/82263/coverorgin.jpg?v=f620c5c3428766ba94dc77d23b56a05c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vow He Broke
I was pregnant, happily married to Julian Vance, a successful tech mogul. I believed we had the picturesque life, our future unfolding perfectly before us. Then, the words hit me like a physical blow, broadcast live from our building lobby. Julian, my loving husband, announced on TV that Liv Cartwright's child was his, shamefully implying our unborn baby was the byproduct of a violent robbery. My world shattered. Julian callously dismissed my heartbreak, choosing to sacrifice me and our child for Liv' s supposed vulnerability. Liv moved into our penthouse, systematically turning my existence into a living hell, her manipulations and humiliations an unending torment. He blindly believed every one of her lies, even when she physically assaulted me and then twisted the narrative, leaving me injured and abandoned. Drowning in an abyss of disgrace, I secretly ended my pregnancy. How could he be so utterly blind? How could the man I loved betray me so profoundly, abandoning our sacred bond for a calculating, deceitful woman? The searing injustice festered, transforming my grief into a cold, burning rage. But I wouldn't allow myself to be a silent casualty. He thought he could escape the wreckage he created? I would ensure he paid for every single lie, starting with an unforgettable delivery at his precious Liv' s lavish baby shower. It was time for him to face the truth./0/84210/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b8cb3d81283d3be0052aedad555509d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Costs Everything: An Heiress's Revenge
My life was supposed to be a dream, a bright future with my husband Andrew, leaving my wealthy Napa Valley life behind for love. But our condo fell through, leaving me, a six-month pregnant woman, stuck in my in-laws' cramped, stale house. That Black Friday, my mother-in-law Maria, obsessed with a TV, used my pregnant belly as a battering ram in a store, live-streaming my humiliation. The video went viral, branding me an "entitled Karen," costing me my job, and leading to ceaseless online attacks. When I collapsed in agony, fearing miscarriage, Andrew just turned over and went to sleep, while Maria called me a "drama queen." His father then suggested a divorce, saying my tarnished reputation would hurt Andrew's career, and Andrew nodded in agreement. My baby was gone, lost because Maria actively sabotaged my birth control and then shoved me, and Andrew abandoned me in my darkest hour. Did they truly believe they could destroy me and get away with it, simply because I chose love over my family' s wealth? They thought my family' s reputation was my greatest weakness, but they were wrong. I let them move into my family's guesthouse, watched their greed, and meticulously planned how I would dismantle their world, piece by piece./1/113086/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1a98817125bf7bf8f4e15ced13af38c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her Over Our Child
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana. During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child. Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials. A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained. But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay./0/84859/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c7208fc0d947e3e5a3014b1639fd5fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming My Stolen Legacy
The scent of fresh paint used to be my sanctuary, a promise of a future forged in art alongside Liam, my fiancé, and Chloe, my adoptive sister. But that future shattered the moment I saw my masterpiece, the one I' d poured my soul into for six months, on an easel between them, while Liam declared Chloe "a true genius." They left me in the gallery, a ghost in my own stolen dreams, my heart meticulously dismantled. I died alone, forgotten, my name erased from my own work, replaced by Chloe' s. Now, I'm back, returned to the critical moment before it all went wrong, eighteen years old, a month before the exhibition, before everything was stolen. When Liam' s name lit up my phone, instead of fluttering with excitement, my past life flashed before my eyes-the betrayal, the theft, the illness that ended me. This time, the phone rang unanswered. He was persistent, but when I finally picked up, my voice was cold, decisive: "The engagement is off. We're done." His furious pounding later felt like the drumbeat of a new life, as I stared at the man I once thought was my world, now just a shallow reminder of what I'd left behind. He sneered, "This is about Chloe, isn't it? You're jealous of her talent, her fire." Little did he know, the fire raging inside me was not jealousy, but an inferno of righteous fury, sparked by a terrible truth whispered behind closed doors: Chloe wasn't just stealing my art; she had stolen my entire life the day I was born. Now, I wasn' t just fighting for my art; I was fighting for my very identity, ready to burn their world to the ground to get it back./0/21916/coverorgin.jpg?v=f31fba3a95e9d93a499f298d57e2bfe5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Love Towards You
'Are you Bipolar?' A story of a girl whose infinite love for a person who is not part of the human world. Her love is boundless. She has no boundaries when it comes to her love. 'You’re still the one I run to, the one that I belong to, you’re still the one I want for life!!' An unknown creature approaches her because of the past reprisals, but unfortunately she falls in love with him. 'I want to dig your grave next to mine.' His love is an enormous danger for her, but she doesn't have a clue about it. The girl is blind to her love. He saves her from other enemies, but he is her biggest enemy. 'Die for me!' Jung-Kim-Hea is the apple of the eye for her three handsome brothers. She's a weakness to her brothers. She believes her brothers lead a normal life, but she has no knowledge of their mafia world. Her third brother is a foster brother who eventually falls in love with her at a young age, but she is not capable of seeing his love for her. 'You are a danger to my heart.' . . Where does the roller coaster of her destiny get her? A/N: Kindly check the trailer of the book on Instagram I'd: Merry Author./1/102055/coverorgin.jpg?v=f528b7005b2f6139b8a15aadd3d0d325&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Transactional Marriage: Her Bitter Ascent
The first time my husband, Gregory, chose a billion-dollar deal over my father' s funeral, I knew our marriage was a transaction. But when he started canceling meetings for an actress named Kennedy, I realized he was capable of love-just not for me. Then came the whispers of his devotion: buying her a theater, brawling with a director who criticized her. My investigation led to a "warning"-a hit-and-run that left me hospitalized. His assistant's message was chilling: "Accidents do happen." At the police station, after he'd been in another fight for her, Kennedy pointed at me and wailed, "Make her kneel! Make her apologize for breathing the same air as us!" Gregory' s cold eyes met mine. "Christie," he commanded, his voice deadly quiet. "Kneel."/1/119251/coverorgin.jpg?v=4bde2428a91e67e84a60e8acb5ca17a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
