Modern Books for Women
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Unexpectedly Yours: Falling For My Billionaire Groom
Scarlett asked hesitantly, "Mr. Dixon, are you serious about this?" She had expected their marriage to be just a formal agreement, with each of them living their own lives without interference. So, when her newlywed husband mentioned fulfilling their marital duties, it caught her off guard. Just when she was determined to keep her distance, she found herself drawn closer to him. To her amazement, her seemingly average husband was actually the wealthiest man. It also became increasingly difficult for her to conceal that she was a disciple of a renowned designer. Life then began to sweeten in ways she never could have imagined./1/116331/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2a084f47bfaf6f0b7aa4ac0ad5ecca0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Daughter's Funeral, Their Wedding Night
For years, Elenora lived as the pathetic, loyal shadow of the Montgomery family, desperately craving a single glance from the billionaire heir, Donovan. That blind devotion shattered the day Delphine Vance's luxury SUV slammed into Elenora's four-year-old daughter, Poppy. Elenora knelt in a pool of blood on the asphalt, screaming for help as Delphine stood by the wreckage with a chilling smirk. When Donovan frantically sprinted onto the scene, Elenora thought they were saved. Instead, he ran right past the dying child to wrap his arms around the completely uninjured Delphine. Elenora grabbed the hem of Donovan's trousers, begging him to save her little girl. "Please. Save her. Save Poppy." He shoved her away so hard she sprawled into the shattered glass, slicing her palms open as she listened to Poppy take her last, gurgling breath. With no one to mourn her daughter, a hollow Elenora walked into the freezing Atlantic Ocean, clutching a tiny white urn until the dark water swallowed her whole. As the saltwater flooded her lungs, her sorrow morphed into a suffocating, violent hatred. Why did she waste her life groveling for a monster who stepped over her dying child? But the afterlife never came. Elenora gasped, her eyes snapping open in her old servant's quarters to find her hands unscarred. She looked at the date on her phone and realized she was seventeen again, five years before the crash. Tearing up the diaries of her past obsession, her eyes turned as cold as the ocean. This time, she wouldn't be their prey; she was going to build her own empire and make them pay./0/81615/coverorgin.jpg?v=96d2e4a193eea9548201d171c3070343&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman He Couldn't Break
My hands trembled, clutching the small music box that held my son Leo' s ashes, as Dean Thompson slid the divorce papers across the desk. My husband, Mark, refused to acknowledge our boy was gone, completely convinced by my conniving sister, Laura' s, twisted tales that Leo was simply "visiting my parents." He called me hysterical, pathetic, accusing me of inventing Leo' s death just to manipulate him, all while lavishing attention on Laura' s son, Ethan, and ignoring our child' s memory. When I desperately needed Mark' s signature to legally transport Leo' s ashes for burial, he saw it as leverage, demanding I consent to his adoption of Ethan as a "trade." How could he be so willfully blind, so utterly cruel, to deny our beloved child's passing and weaponize my profound grief for Laura' s selfish gain? My heart shattered daily, not just from the immense loss, but from his relentless, unbearable dismissal of Leo and me. Then, disaster struck: a raging fire engulfed an apartment, and in the terrifying chaos, Mark chose them again – Laura and Ethan – abandoning me to the smoke and flames, with only Leo' s music box clutched to my chest. But amidst the inferno, I didn't die; I emerged from the ashes, a new woman, shedding the name Sarah Miller for a stronger identity: Sarah Astor. Now, as an influential journalist, I stand ready to confront the man who broke me, to claim my peace, and ensure Leo' s memory finally finds justice./0/82264/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc39eded135348faadc8ac4f393e3aba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce That Set Him Free
I' d just told my best friend I was divorcing Ava. My voice was flat, even to my own ears. I, Ethan Miller, a quiet architect, had secretly loved the dazzling heiress Ava Chen since college. When her fiancé Julian abandoned her at the altar, I stepped in, marrying her in a desperate hope for a love that was only real on my side. For three years, our marriage was a sham, a constant competition against Julian Vance, her manipulative college flame. Every crisis, every whim, every late-night call – Julian always came first. My patience, my silent devotion, slowly eroded. The breaking point came when I finally snapped and struck Julian in his hospital room, after hearing his smug taunts about Ava always belonging to him. Ava rushed to his side. She didn't ask what happened. She didn't hesitate. Her eyes, filled with a burning hatred I' d never seen directed at me, met mine. "You monster!" she spat, cradling him as he groaned dramatically, abandoning me completely in that sterile hospital room. In that single, shattering moment, I understood. My quiet love, my patient endurance, my entire place in her life, was nothing. I was a placeholder, easily discarded. The "wife" I loved saw me as a villain for daring to challenge her golden boy. A bitter, cold resignation settled over me; my dream, my stolen happiness, was truly over. So I packed my life into a single suitcase. I finalized the divorce papers I' d given her a month ago, the ones she' d signed without reading. I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket, and left New York for San Francisco, abandoning everything that tied me to her. But I never expected the woman who' d always ignored me to suddenly fight to get me back./1/108220/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd3265a6ff37ac5b2fd7ae1adb340f67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Heiress: Captured By Her Warden
I was a ghost in the rafters of Sotheby’s, five floors above the most expensive pavement in New York, clutching a ten-million-dollar ledger hidden inside a drop of blood-red agate. I had the perfect exit planned, but I didn't count on Harding Bishop, a security predator who could track a shadow through a rainstorm. When the exits were sealed and the tactical teams started swarming, I made a split-second choice to survive. I stepped out of the shadows and looked into the eyes of a billionaire socialite searching for her missing daughter, whispering a single, broken word: "Mom?" Just like that, I wasn't a thief anymore; I was Cassandra Sterling, the heiress who had been gone for five years. But the homecoming was a nightmare. My new "sister" promised to send me back to the gutter, my "father" held a gold-plated pistol to my knee the moment the limo doors closed, and the family patriarch tried to strike me down with his cane just for breathing his air. Every second was a high-wire act. I had to play the part of a traumatized victim while a ten-million-dollar stone was literally sewn into the raw, bleeding wound on my shoulder. If I moved wrong, I’d bleed out; if I spoke wrong, I’d be buried in the backyard of the Hamptons estate. Harding Bishop didn't believe a word of it. He moved into the room next to mine, watching my every breath and checking my hands for gun calluses under the guise of protection. He thinks he’s the warden and I’m his prisoner, but he’s about to find out that a cornered rat is the most dangerous thing in the house. "Sleep tight, Vesper," he whispered as he locked my door, using my real name for the first time. He thinks he’s won, but he has no idea that I’m already reaching for the Agate hidden under my pillow, ready to burn his empire to the ground./0/76424/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f1f00800da35e5cf86ce12ac1f1b225&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love That Was Never Mine
Madelyn spent years in a marriage built on lies, loving a man whose heart had never been hers. It had always belonged to her adopted sister, Rebecca. When the truth came crashing down, everything she believed in shattered with it. Broken and betrayed, she walked away, determined to reclaim the pieces of her life. But just when she thought she was finally free, Jason returned, eyes full of regret, pleading for another chance. "Can we go back to the way things were?" Now, torn between the pain of the past and the ghost of love, Madelyn must decide: trust him again or finally choose herself./0/89402/coverorgin.jpg?v=072cf5c6daf5c8dae1bd02d08f6cfaa9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Body, Your Empire
The last thing I remember is my fiancé, Ethan, swerving the car. I woke up in a hospital, my head throbbing, to the sound of his voice in the hallway. He was telling his doctor friend to harvest my kidney for his other woman, Chloe. Since I was in a coma, he said, my consent wasn't necessary. When I woke up, my kidney was gone. Ethan claimed it ruptured in the crash. A lie. He then forced me to become Chloe's personal blood bank, donating twice when she needed transfusions. He framed me for sending her death threats, having me paraded out of my apartment in handcuffs for the media. At a charity gala, Chloe whispered that the "herbal supplements" she gave me years ago were to cause my miscarriage. Then she threw herself down a short flight of stairs and screamed that I pushed her. Ethan didn't even ask. He just looked at me with pure hatred and accused me of attacking a pregnant woman. That was the moment the last bit of love I had for him died. I fumbled for my phone and called his biggest rival, Noah Hayes. "Are you still looking for a COO who knows all of Ethan's secrets?" I asked, my voice shaking. "And perhaps... a wife?"/0/67664/coverorgin.jpg?v=aae7c1981b7bb4745a863d25fc156d43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge in Rebirth
Here's the translation of the text into English: "I mistakenly listened to my in-laws and entrusted my assets to my ungrateful nephew ahead of time. After I was in a car accident, my nephew said he had no money and left me to die without medical treatment. I was reborn and opened my eyes, discovering that I had returned to 1990, before my son was harmed by my in-laws. This time, I took all the firecrackers that my sister-in-law had bought for my son and returned them to my in-laws. That night, their home exploded, and as I watched my parents crying for money, I pointed directly at the door: 'Didn't you say that being wealthy was worthless? Then go out and beg!'"/0/90051/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6e07afba12a45d75e5e24ffb7e084bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Imprisoned Me for His Dead Lover
I spent five years in a rehabilitation center for a crime I didn't commit. When I was finally released, my husband, Courtland, was the one waiting for me. He was the one who put me there. He brought me back to our mansion not as his wife, but as a prisoner. I was to serve as a living penance for the death of his true love-my stepsister, Kinsley. I scrubbed floors on my hands and knees while his mother and the staff watched with contempt. I was a ghost in my own home, a constant, breathing sacrifice to his grief. Then one day, the woman I had supposedly killed walked into the living room. Kinsley was alive. She shrank back in fake terror, and Courtland rushed to her side, shielding her from me. "You're frightening her," he snarled. That night, Kinsley brought me a cup of tea, her eyes glittering with triumphant hatred. It was the same poison that had made me barren in my first life. I knew their perfect, diabolical plan. They would break me completely, then get rid of me. But they didn't know that this time, I remembered everything. In my first life, their cruel games led to the death of my innocent little brother, Aspen. I took the cup from her hands and drank every last drop. I would endure their torture. I would play their game. And when they least expected it, I would escape and save the only person who ever mattered./1/102056/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c19c8de1dddb3eda4182d1bee845be6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return From Grave: Reclaiming My Betrayed Heart
I returned to Boston after three years, not for forgiveness, but to die. My family, who blamed me for my mother's death, had cast me out, replacing me with a quiet, grateful orphan named Gabriela. She stole my father's love, my brother's affection, and my childhood sweetheart, Corey. Now, terminally ill, my only wish was to reclaim my mother's wedding dress, a final piece of her to hold onto. But Gabriela was wearing it to marry Corey. When I confronted her, she destroyed my mother's locket and cursed me to drop dead. In a blind rage, I slapped her. She shrieked, stabbed her own arm, and framed me for the attack. As my family and Corey looked on with disgust, calling me a maniac, my body gave out. I collapsed, coughing up blood, my secret illness revealed in the most brutal way possible. "You always blame me," I gasped, the words bubbling out with blood. "But I was just... dying." Their faces filled with dawning horror, but it was too late. I was already gone. Until I opened my eyes again, and my mother, who had been waiting for me all along, took my hand. "We'll be reborn," she promised, her eyes blazing with fury at the family who had destroyed me. "Together. As mother and daughter, again."/1/102705/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b9713646879215ea1369b33df93e266&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Public Betrayal: My Husband's COO
At our company's launch party, while I was pregnant with our child, my husband's COO, Dorian, slid her hand into his. She leaned in and purred that she was already "taking care of" his unique needs, a public declaration of their affair. My husband, Bryon, just laughed nervously, his classic tell when he was caught. The next morning, after I'd made the gut-wrenching decision to terminate our pregnancy, I saw them again. I stumbled and fell to the pavement. Bryon rushed to my side, but when Dorian faked a dizzy spell, he abandoned me on the ground without a second thought to cradle her in his arms. Lying there, forgotten on the dirty sidewalk, I finally understood. He didn't just cheat; he had no care for me or the child I had just lost. All my love and sacrifice meant nothing. As he walked away with her, I pulled out my phone. "Dad," I said, my voice ice-cold, "Pull every penny from AuraTech. And get me the best lawyers. I need divorce papers and a termination of pregnancy consent form. Tonight."/1/116332/coverorgin.jpg?v=46189a20acc9921aaf31d86687b727a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Scarred Secret Billionaire
My father was facing immediate arrest for embezzlement, and my stepmother's first reaction was to kick me out. The local boss gave me a sickening ultimatum: marry the town's terrifying, disfigured ex-con, or my father rots in jail and my little brother's future is ruined. Left with no choice, I walked into the freezing woods. I was so desperate that I stripped off my jacket, offering my body to the scarred beast just to stay warm. But Harrison looked at me with absolute disgust, threw my bag into the mud, and locked me out in the cold. When I crawled back home, my stepmother threw me onto the lawn. The local boss then attacked me in the dirt, deciding to sell me to a notoriously abusive family instead. Just as I was beaten nearly unconscious, Harrison appeared with a steel axe, brutally crushing the attackers. "She stays with me. I'll marry her tomorrow to settle the debt." But as I recovered inside his cabin, nothing made sense. He claimed to be a starving, penniless outcast, yet he wore immaculate custom leather boots and a fortune in authentic sandalwood beads. When I tried to put a blanket over his shivering shoulders, he nearly choked me to death in a blind, traumatized night terror. Who exactly was this incredibly dangerous man, and why was he pretending to be a worthless stray? As he turned his back and coldly ordered me to leave his property by sunrise, I wiped the dirt from my bruised face. I wasn't going anywhere./0/24513/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf507028e4f3f79b0285199008acca1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wildest Dream
Marrying a stranger is hard to accept. All women's dream of is marrying the person that they love and achieve their wedding dream. But, because of an unevitable catastrophe in my family, the calvary of my life begins. I am Jasmine Brown, a teenager who married the multi billionaire— it's none other than Billy Johnson. A son of owner a well-known entertainment company, who is a famous teenage actor in Hollywood as well. Would our story lead to a real love or would it just be turned into a nightmare?/0/82265/coverorgin.jpg?v=af99e973cd8605799f384af978ff1808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking Free From Her Chains
Ethan Miller stared at divorce papers, trapped in a marriage that promised everything but delivered only a polite, desolate void. For years, his wife, Ava Harrison, remained an untouchable enigma, her dedication to charity work a fortress against intimacy. Then, a soft sigh from her private "sanctuary" – the music room – shattered the façade. Ethan found Ava enraptured, whispering Liam's name, clutching a silver toy, surrounded by childhood photos of her adopted brother, exposing a dark, incestuous truth. This wasn't just bizarre; it explained his unconsummated marriage, his role as a convenient "prop." Later, Liam, her enabler, attacked Ethan with a broken bottle, then brutally beat him, while Ava prioritized her brother and the family name, dismissing Ethan's agony as "accidents." Why was he a fool, discarded and abused, while his wife protected a monster? His love, once a perfect score, had been systematically, ruthlessly chipped away by betrayals, leaving only raw, unbearable emptiness. With nothing left, Ethan signed the papers, packed his bag, and walked out of the gilded cage, finally free. He chose a new life in London, leaving behind the chilling memory of Ava' s last, desperate text: "Liam needs you. Come back."/1/127039/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a6434caaa3654a1d2155a2cd2d9906&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Genius He Cannot Afford
My billionaire uncle kicked me and my eight-year-old brother out of his mansion, tossing a $50,000 check at my feet. "Take the money and disappear from my world," he sneered, calling us ungrateful leeches who had wasted his charity. We were sent to live with the Hudson family, where we were immediately treated like absolute trash. The wife and daughter glared at our faded jeans, openly calling us country bumpkins and making it clear we weren't welcome. Even Garey Hudson, the arrogant heir and underground hockey boss, dismissed me as a troubled teenage single mom when he saw me on the street. To them, I was just a desperate, poor girl dragging a kid around, someone they could easily step on. But they had no idea who I really was. They didn't know that the legendary "miracle doctor" Garey was desperately searching for to save his grandmother was actually me. Nor did they know I was a top-tier hacker running a global underground network. I tore my uncle's pathetic check into pieces and let it fall like snow on his expensive rug. Then, I hijacked the city's most exclusive secret auction, forcing Garey to bleed fifty million dollars for a useless piece of jade. When he finally tracked down the mystery bidder, he found me standing over the groaning bodies of four rich kids I had just crippled for insulting my brother. It was time to let these arrogant billionaires know exactly who they were messing with./0/54038/coverorgin.jpg?v=76aea42c19a2e85b6ea1727312d5fac2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Remedies: Falling For My Stoic Hero
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."/1/108221/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3d75b7fef76dc85e9d916d9f722d264&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Siren: Seducing My Enemy
I woke up in Augustine Haynes’s high-thread-count gray sheets, my head throbbing and my throat dry. I told him last night wasn't just about the alcohol, but he didn't even look at me as he tightened his silk tie, treating me like a piece of displaced furniture. He thought I was just a girl from the Rust Belt who’d slept her way into his bed to gain leverage after a failed corporate deal. But when I leaned in and whispered the words "Project Chimera" along with the details of his secret offshore accounts, his cold indifference turned into a sharp, dangerous focus. I forced him into a three-month deal: he would stay out of my way and ignore my moves in the city, or I’d leak the data that would ruin him. To execute my real plan, I transformed into "Siren," a masked singer at the Onyx Room, specifically designed to bait Julian Talley. I even threw myself into the freezing black water of the harbor just to let Julian "save" me, trapping the heir to a corrupt empire in a web of manufactured guilt. Augustine watched from the shadows, convinced I was just a gold digger with a flair for the dramatic, while Julian showered me with cash and Hermès bags to ease his conscience. They didn't see the shaking hands I hid every time I remembered my mother’s voice screaming through the smoke of our burning home. I wasn't looking for an affair or a career; I was a ghost using their own greed as a noose. Now, I finally have the invitation to the Talley Family Gala and the encryption keys to their darkest secrets. Julian thinks he’s found a soul to save, and Augustine thinks he’s managing a risky asset. They have no idea that the girl they’ve let into their inner sanctum is about to burn their entire world to ash./0/32300/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb44abbc0676ba2b7258cd54be698986&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Punishment for Loving me
What we have between us is powerful and magnetic. But you must understand. I am not like other women. Marriage, to me, is a partnership—a contract between equals. I will not accept authority, jealousy, or you questioning my every move or conduct. I must be free. I think you need more time to consider wanting to marry me. Taylor, please listen to what I have to say. I know what I want, and I only wish for you. Taylor, you are the only woman that can make me happy. I don't care. Make me your friend, brother, or husband. My heart and body are yours./0/97190/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e1b27be80fbeed3c2e8471635a66b4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let Me Love You
Jake Demidov is the perfect student. Rich family background, excellent grades and mysterious personality. Teachers respect him, boys envy him and girls worship him. All girls but one, Lisa Thompson, the new student. Just on her first day, she's able to run Jake's jacket. Furious, he asks her to pay for it. Seeing she can't, they come into an agreement. Work for me till we graduate. There's more to it though. As the spend more time together, feelings form and Lisa realizes Jake isn't as perfect as he seems./1/115035/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fc478675d8cac0ef110580a620ee8ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
