Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone
Kara was diagnosed with cancer, and her unborn child could not be kept. Kara planned to end the pregnancy, get a divorce, and face her impending death with equanimity, allowing Davin and his new love, Alyse, to be together. But Davin had no intention of letting her go so easily. He and the increasingly frail Kara were inseparable day and night, just to leave a child for the infertile Alyse. Kara lay dying in her hospital bed, crying and laughing, pleading, "I'll give you my life, please let me go." Later, the cold and aloof man knelt before Kara's tombstone, holding gardenias day and night, his eyes red as he murmured, "Baby, stop it, come back."/0/78800/coverorgin.jpg?v=767bbf56f1262f093e5e6fb728879971&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unmasking My Shunned Wife: She Hid A Thousand Identities
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe./1/113105/coverorgin.jpg?v=60b153d8fc84563874551e2474af58c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica
The anniversary candles were burning down, and the Wagyu beef had long gone cold. I waited for two hours, but Brigham never came home. Instead, a push notification shattered the silence. It was a live video from an exclusive club, showing my husband laughing with Giselle Leach—the woman he claimed was just a business acquaintance. In the footage, he pulled her into his chest to shield her from a champagne spray, his hand possessive on her hip. The humiliation stung, but the printed apology card he sent via his butler later that night was the final insult. He didn't even bother to sign it by hand. My life felt like a hollow performance, a series of lies meant to keep up appearances for a man who kept me as a placeholder while his heart belonged to someone else. I felt like an idiot, holding onto a marriage that had been dead for years. Why did I keep trying to fix something that was never mine to begin with? Then, the email arrived—a three-year research expedition in Antarctica. It required me to cut off all outside contact. I looked at the man who had treated me like a disposable accessory, then at the screen. I didn't hesitate. I typed my acceptance, ready to leave the life, the lies, and the man who never saw me behind forever./1/116650/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0b74208a1c0e3366f47f0509db43899&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Man Behind The Mask
She kissed a stranger to spite her cheating fiancé. Now the stranger has requested her by name. Iris Sullivan is nothing but a bargaining chip to her adoptive parents, who are determined to marry her off to a wealthy heir. At a masquerade ball, she catches her fiancé with another woman and, in a moment of cold rebellion, drags a masked stranger into a reckless kiss. He kisses her back with brutal intensity, sees straight through her bravado, and leaves her humiliated and breathless. The next day, she learns the stranger's possible identity: Camden Kirk, a paralyzed billionaire recluse rumored to destroy anyone who crosses him. The problem? The man on the balcony stood tall and walked. The man in the wheelchair cannot. Iris can't prove the connection, but the scent of winter cedar that clings to Camden is unmistakable-and now he's personally requested her for an interview. Camden Kirk doesn't grant interviews. He's chosen her for something else entirely./1/113298/coverorgin.jpg?v=b91936d49bf3314798faed07afaedfe3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Mistress, She Signed Her Own Death Certificate
Eight years of devotion crumbled under one calculated betrayal. Diagnosed with a terminal illness and given only a year, Olivia faced heartbreak when her husband cheated with a student she had sponsored and asked for divorce. "She only has a year to live... can't you let her have this?" he pleaded, unaware Olivia hid the same fate. Without protest, she signed and returned to science, determined to leave something behind. Believing they'd reunite, he waited-never knowing she was running out of time. During a clinical trial, she burned through her final days. Only after her death did he learn the truth, collapsing in regret. "Olivia... I was wrong."/1/112022/coverorgin.jpg?v=10575ffad5a09173cb76c39bc70be468&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Was My Wife, Now a Trillionaire
On her eighteenth birthday, Arabella's life was destroyed when thugs attacked her and left her reputation in pieces. Brenton played the hero, sent the men to prison, and married her, becoming the man she trusted most. For two years, she believed he had saved her, until one overheard confession shattered everything. "If she had pushed a little harder, she might've figured out Brinley was behind the whole thing. That's the only reason I married her. Lucky for me, she's so easy to fool." He had only married her to protect the woman who truly mattered to him. When that woman came back, Arabella chose divorce without hesitation. Brenton expected her to come crawling back. "How can she even survive without me?" Instead, she rose in the tech world, untouchable, brilliant, and far beyond his reach-just in time for another powerful man to claim her heart. Then Brenton begged, "Baby, I messed up. Just give me one more chance. Please." But the tycoon pulled her into his arms. "Baby? Please. She's my wife now."/1/113671/coverorgin.jpg?v=1450bea5de9396db413f3dfe5262502b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stop Begging! I'm Now A Star Beyond Your Reach
Three years of marriage were all Olivia needed to learn that love alone could not hold Theo. She gave him everything, only to find another woman's photo in his phone after a night of passion. When she confronted him, he coldly told her Jennifer was disabled and could never compete with her. That answer ended the marriage. After the divorce, Olivia rose like a storm-becoming a dazzling musician, the world's leading accordionist, and a woman whose talents amazed everyone. Too late, Theo saw her worth and begged with reddened eyes, "Babe, please come back to me, will you?"/0/68276/coverorgin.jpg?v=e850c968fd814f48daf5abddf2735a00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."/0/57096/coverorgin.jpg?v=a14ff1ad4662f08d0a0b888ff5426713&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."/1/117087/coverorgin.jpg?v=201fed75acd9ba08e99232d6b44345f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn, His Discarded Wife Returned Radiant
Aurora, a woman with a facial scar and a quiet burden, arrived at an exclusive Boston club. Clinging to fragile hope, she carried a special cake for her husband, Damian, on their cold, distant third anniversary. But her world shattered. She overheard Damian confess their marriage was a "business arrangement," a "contract" to shield another woman. Aurora was merely a "fat, scarred shield." The public humiliation and crushing betrayal were devastating. He callously gave her anniversary cake to his mistress, Seraphina, then dismissed Aurora as a "solution," not a wife. His ultimate insult: abandoning their divorce for Seraphina's headache. Three years of transactional lies ignited a cold, unyielding resolve. Aurora severed all ties, embracing a prestigious medical career. Three years later, she returned to Boston as 'Star,' a brilliant cardiac surgeon and Arthur Kensington's goddaughter. Transformed, she radiated an icy indifference, ready to reclaim her destiny./1/111391/coverorgin.jpg?v=b918cf6eb8483c61b2ac2e6685182c9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero
On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force./1/116515/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fbca5c5dea83e92c9c62ef84f6e061e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I No Longer Pick Up Trash
On the eve of my lavish New York wedding, my partner of ten years, Holden Ferguson, informed me the ceremony was just for show. The marriage license, he explained with a smirk while his mistress lay in our bed, was for her. He was leaving me at the altar, confident I was trapped after a decade of him systematically taking credit for my architectural brilliance. He called me his "dependent asset," a woman whose career and reputation were built on the platform he provided. "You have no choice, darling," he taunted, reminding me I'd given up my wealthy family for him. "You're nothing without me." He expected me to crumble, to play the part of the humiliated bride and wait for him to return after securing his new future. He thought he had planned my destruction perfectly, underestimating the quiet woman who secretly controlled a fortune. But as he left, I picked up my phone and dialed my fiercest professional rival. "Jaxon," I said calmly, "I need you to marry me. Today."/1/116223/coverorgin.jpg?v=400d9a8cf23b6d44d1ae84905fbd9caa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Tycoon: Watch Me Bloom
I was a top hand model, just weeks away from marrying billionaire Chase Strong. But my life was destroyed when my hands were severely burned by an exclusive cream recommended by my bridesmaid, Karis. The chemical burns ruined my career and cost me a three-million-dollar contract. When I cried in agony, Chase just frowned in annoyance, calling my pain a dramatic tantrum. He fiercely protected Karis, claiming she was worried sick about my accident, while his mother openly mocked me as a cripple unfit for their family. He even crossed my name off our first-class honeymoon tickets and wrote Karis's name instead, telling me it was compensation for her stress. I didn't understand why the man I loved was so cruel, until I secretly investigated the salon. I found out the cream was an unlicensed, corrosive chemical Karis deliberately used to disfigure me. And Chase knew. He was actively covering up her crime, treating me as a convenient placeholder while he protected the woman he truly wanted. I didn't scream or beg for his love anymore. On the morning of our multimillion-dollar wedding, I left the ten-carat diamond ring on his nightstand and vanished on a private jet. As he stood panicked at the altar in front of New York's elite, I sent him one last text: "I left you everything you ever gave me. Including this wedding."/0/78786/coverorgin.jpg?v=a10adcbae5545cbc22124cb9bb7d8acb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Bliss Again: My Baby Daddy Is The Most Powerful Man Alive?!
At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"/0/93752/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2780e8800454180875226695a5cf200&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Priceless Diva Who Left His World In Ruins
Her ex-husband declared, "The person I admired most was that legendary racer." She smiled thinly. "Hate to break it to you-that was me." He said, "Jealous I blew a fortune on a world-famous jeweler for Violet?" She let out a cool laugh. "Funny, that designer trained under me." He scoffed, "Buying a dying firm won't put you in my league. Snap out of it." She shrugged. "Weird-I just steered your company off a cliff." Stunned, he blurted out, "Baby, come back. I'll love you forever." She wrinkled her nose. "Hard pass. Keep your cheap love." Then she took a mogul's arm and never looked back./1/116797/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2ab6c425a2d94cfff00a74d8ffc7a03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Escape Plan
Chloe signed a humiliating medical proxy and married the ruthless billionaire Julian Kensington, enduring his abuse just to pay for her dying grandmother's life support. But one night, smelling of whiskey and rage, Julian shoved her violently to the cold marble floor. The brutal impact caused Chloe to miscarry their eight-week-old baby. Instead of remorse, Julian looked at her bleeding on the hospital bed and called her a defective biological asset. To secure his CEO position, he threatened to unplug her grandmother's ventilator if she didn't smile and play the perfect, healthy wife in front of his family. He cut off her credit cards, forced her to sleep on a freezing chaise lounge while her body was still recovering, and allowed his sister to mock her daily. Worse, Julian openly prepared a luxury welcome for his returning ex-lover, Eris. He even stood by and watched coldly as sleazy businessmen tried to humiliate Chloe at a work dinner. Sitting alone in the dark penthouse, Chloe couldn't understand how the man who had heroically saved her from a shipwreck seven years ago had become this soulless monster. Why did he treat her like garbage, yet refuse to let her go? When she saw the flight itinerary proving Julian was clearing his schedule for his true love, the last shred of Chloe's hope turned to ash. She wiped her dry eyes, pulled out her phone, and texted the best lawyer in the city. "I'm ready. Let's meet tomorrow."/1/107684/coverorgin.jpg?v=17a0f3196a885526714e5f08c1d5c157&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Never Yours Again: Too Late To Chase Me Back, Mr. CEO!
Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods. He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together. On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back. Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia." She walked away, and Ryan fell apart. Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him." Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."/0/80645/coverorgin.jpg?v=410173822b60b72d457ff2ae22a4274b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Born For Starlight: The Mysterious Wife Who Stole My Heart
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"/1/113165/coverorgin.jpg?v=0922893d291716da7534a9e14faba465&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer
For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher. But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER. He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch. "If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked." The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress. When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together. In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn. Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding. Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family. But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel. She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer. Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company. This time, she wasn't going to beg./0/38162/coverorgin.jpg?v=2af7ad1b5fd6d8b5e19e674e63c1b9d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
