Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Billionaire's Stepsister and His Broken Wife
My husband's stepsister locked my five-year-old son in a car under the brutal summer sun. He was barely conscious when I found him, his small face streaked with tears and sweat. The doctors said a few more minutes could have been fatal. But my husband, Coleman, wasn't worried about our son. He was worried about his stepsister, Casey. He ordered me to go to a party with her that night, to smile for the cameras and tell everyone it was just a simple, regrettable accident. "A scandal like this could ruin her career," he said, his voice cold. He called our son "resilient" and my horror "dramatic." When I refused, he leaned in close, his voice a vicious whisper for my ears only. "Have you ever once wondered why I married you? You were the perfect object lesson. The perfect, stable, boring tool." Our marriage, our life, our son... it was all a performance. A long, elaborate piece of theater designed to make his stepsister jealous. The world stopped. Then, a cold, sharp clarity took its place. I looked him in the eye and said, "Okay. I'll go. I'll do exactly as you ask." He just didn't know that I was going to be the perfect wife one last time. And that the first thing I did when I walked into our house was call the most ruthless divorce lawyer in the city./1/122180/coverorgin.jpg?v=90bdde89586e129464cceab863aa4b49&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Rival's Secret Weapon
For three years, April Potts played the perfect, docile wife to billionaire Eligah Madden to save her family from ruin. Then, he threw a divorce agreement onto the marble table. His fragile, long-lost true love, Kinley, had returned. He expected tears, questions, and pathetic begging. Instead, April calmly crossed out the ten-million-dollar settlement clause, signed her name, and left the penthouse with nothing but her old, battered suitcase. She chopped off her waist-length hair, dyed it a defiant blonde, and immediately landed a job as an executive assistant at Vanguard—Eligah's fiercest corporate rival. When Eligah made a grand public spectacle of welcoming Kinley back, he suddenly spotted April having a pleasant lunch with her charismatic new boss. Eligah's cold indifference instantly shattered into violent, possessive rage. He dragged her away, cornered her in his estate, and ripped her collar open to search for another man's marks. He even tried to blackmail her with millions to quit her job and come back to her cage. After three years of treating her like a ghost, why was he suddenly losing his mind over the wife he had just thrown away? April just laughed at his hypocrisy, threw the spare penthouse keys onto the cold floor, and looked him right in the eye. "Use all your infinite power to get our divorce finalized as quickly as possible." She turned and walked away, finally ready to reclaim her own life./1/116340/coverorgin.jpg?v=0728337f779e586a9c9ea7a618f08b52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Is A Medical Genius
For three years, Elinor Perez played the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Gavin Corbett. But one rainy evening, Gavin walked in, completely ignored her welcoming touch, and threw a divorce agreement onto the glass table. "Our three-year arrangement has reached its conclusion. Bella has returned to the city." Elinor's heart shattered. She signed the papers without taking a single cent, packed only her old, pre-marriage clothes, and walked out into the freezing rain. The very next morning, amidst the overwhelming nausea of heartbreak, a hospital test revealed she was exactly six weeks pregnant. To make matters worse, Bella tracked her down at his corporate headquarters, reeking of Gavin's perfume, to fake sympathy and mock Elinor's sudden poverty. Elinor touched her flat stomach, a profound disillusionment washing over her. She had given him three years of flawless devotion, only to be discarded the second his first love reappeared. Why should she let him clear his guilty conscience with a pathetic wire transfer? Without hesitation, she legally blocked his multi-million dollar payout, hid her pregnancy, and finally revealed her hidden identity as a legendary medical master's sole disciple. When Gavin realized her true worth and jealously tried to drag her back, Elinor simply stepped under another man's umbrella and looked at her ex-husband with dead eyes. "Your jurisdiction over me has expired, Mr. Corbett."/1/120558/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b9e85dceff776011056b06c05aaffb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress's Lethal Comeback
Five years ago, Avery Knox was framed for manslaughter, betrayed by her powerful family, and disowned. Now, she was a lethal black-ops commander known as "Wraith," operating deep in the shadows. Her cold, disciplined world shattered when her emergency sat-phone rang for the first time in five years. Her ten-year-old brother, Ethan, had been kidnapped by a ruthless trafficking syndicate. Avery hijacked a military transport, slaughtered the traffickers in the jungle, and brought her terrified brother back to their hometown. But the nightmare hadn't ended. The moment she stepped into her childhood home, she found her cousin Jared—the very man who had helped send her to prison—pinning her mother to the couch, tearing at her clothes. He was trying to force her mother to sign away the remains of their family company. When Jared saw Avery, he wasn't afraid. "You're a convicted felon. Who the hell let you back here?" He threatened to tell the police she had kidnapped Ethan, and then lunged forward, trying to snap the little boy's neck right in front of her. Avery looked at the cousin who had traded her freedom for his reputation. She had spent five years surviving in hell, losing everything, while they lived in luxury. How could their greed and cruelty still know no bounds? The last shred of the helpless girl they once knew died completely. Avery stepped forward and methodically shattered Jared's wrists and kneecaps, listening to his agonizing screams. Then, she pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a single message to her strike team. She wasn't just going to protect her family; she was going to wipe the entire Knox empire off the map./0/32308/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6c0bdbe2b4b788b5b505c63c16fa64a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Meeting Mr. Right By A One-night Stand
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Anderson's back stiffened. Undoubtedly, she was beautiful. After a while, he said uneasily, "Yeah." Clarissa moved closer to him. She whispered in his ear and she thought that her voice was very low, "If I want to sleep with you, will you agree?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and said with meaningful eyes, "You have to pay the price for sleeping with me. Are you sure?" "Money? I have money."Clarissa laughed,"Aren't they looking down on me? I'm going to find someone who is much better than him. I want to piss them off!" She then put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. It was a torrid night. The next morning, however, he handed her a copy of the marriage application she had signed. -------------------------------------- Clarissa Chapman, one day, when delivering condoms to a hotel room, she found her client was her... fiance? She caught her fiance and half-sister in bed! Only then did Clarissa realize that her six-year-relationship boyfriend had cheated on her! What's more ridiculous? Her father said it was because she wasn't attractive and her sister's more deserving of him. Dumped her douchebag fiance, she bumped into her Mr. Right by a one-night stand! Wait... why was this man looked exactly like the Billionaire CEO - Anderson Jordan on TV?! Anderson was of many things, handsome, considerate, and loyal. She'd never imagine a gorgeous like Anderson would fall in love with her, until that day... Her nightmarish family found her, trying to drag her to the miserable past...again.../0/90060/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e424815c0c00e6e2e84d51ef0922e06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Perfect Life
I was a top hand model, my hands insured for seven figures. They bought me a life in a sleek Central Park apartment and a diamond ring from my fiancé, Chase Strong. At my engagement party, he insisted I get a manicure from his high school friend, Karis. She soaked my hands in what she called a "new cuticle softener." It was acid. A week later, I found out I was pregnant. I thought a baby would fix the peeling skin and raw blisters, that it would fix us. But when I told Chase, his face was a mask of cold fury. He said a baby didn't fit his plan. He drove me to a desolate mountain, pushed me out of the car, and told me he was leaving me there to think about how easily he could take everything away. The man I was going to marry, the father of my unborn child, left me to die in the freezing darkness. He didn't just ruin my hands and my career; he wanted to break my spirit. But as the sun rose, something inside me shifted from fear to ice-cold rage. I would not let his child be another chain to bind me to my jailer. When he returned, expecting to find me broken, I looked him in the eye and told him, "I'm getting rid of the baby." Then I turned and started walking down the mountain, toward a life he could never touch./0/84220/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7904455e0d669dba20523fdb772ca22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Disgrace to State Champion
For years, my life revolved around the track, every stride a step closer to a college scholarship, my only ticket out. My younger sister, Molly, barely trained but somehow always beat me by a hair, basking in our parents' proud glances. I pushed harder than anyone, bleeding on the track, only for her to effortlessly pull ahead, usually with a smug, "Didn't want to hurt your feelings." But at the Regional Qualifiers, with college scouts watching, she took it too far. Mid-race, she faked a stumble and pointed straight at me, yelling I had shoved her. My own coach, convinced by the rumors she' d spread, disqualified me on the spot, erasing my dreams in one swift, heartbreaking blow. My parents, who worshipped Molly, accused me of jealousy, of being a "sore loser," even as I stood there, utterly numb, my future crumbling. How could someone who barely tried consistently beat me, then maliciously destroy my reputation and chances? Why did everyone believe her effortless lies over my years of sacrifice? Sitting on the cold floor of my room, staring at the wreckage of my life, I finally saw it: her success wasn't hers at all. It was a parasite, feeding on my effort, my dreams. And I realized, with chilling clarity, the only way out was to make the parasite eat itself alive./0/55993/coverorgin.jpg?v=732dc082db4bd16d94ef12f4c90c92f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Hacker Husband
Zohra has been living all her life in daydreaming, whether she is awake or sleep. She has always dreamed. Dreamed of something better when nightmares would chase her. Daydreaming was always her coping mechanism for everything. Until, everything changes and she was announced to marry a psychiatrist as a alternative bride. Who is a real man, and breakes the beautiful wall she has made from daydreaming. Waqas Rehan was a man of his words and is adamant to make Zohra Hayat believe that she has been eating lies from a silver spoon. Will Zohra Hayat let Waqas Rehan lead her life after all she went through?/1/110825/coverorgin.jpg?v=74ac6ca408a28c700522af1798a9305d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Belated Confession from a Disqualified Father
My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland. But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic. Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own. I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately. "Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!" "They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!" The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress. By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late. He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him. And I could never forgive him on their behalf./1/123803/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5daf6e863a2df4155255bf70056270d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Three Years in Prison, I Married the Ruthless Billionaire
Three years in prison. A ruined face. A fiancé and a cousin who stole everything she had. Chloe Sinclair woke up in a hotel room wearing nothing but a strange man's shirt. A dead man lay beside her. Before she could explain, reporters stormed in. Her fiancé, Brandan, accused her of cheating and murder in front of every camera. Her cousin, Jessica, crushed Chloe's fingers beneath her heel and whispered: "Your designs, your name, and Brandan-everything you had is mine now." By the end of the day, Chloe had lost her engagement, her reputation, and her future. By the end of the trial, she was a convicted killer. They thought three years in prison would destroy her. Instead, it gave her time to remember every face, every lie, and every debt. After a suspicious prison fire left her disfigured, a mysterious benefactor paid for her facial reconstruction and gave her a new identity. Three years later, Chloe Martin walked free with only two things left from her old life: a canary diamond cufflink from the crime scene-and a promise that everyone who ruined Chloe Sinclair would pay. Then the powerful Mitchell family offered her a deal. Marry Cullen Mitchell, their comatose heir, and they would give her the money, protection, and influence she needed to reclaim Sinclair Group. Chloe signed without hesitation. But on her wedding night, the man who walked into her room was not her unconscious husband. It was Barrett Mitchell-the ruthless billionaire who controlled the Mitchell empire and despised every woman who tried to get close to him. Every woman except Chloe. Soon, she discovered that the marriage contract was hiding an even darker secret. Legally, she might never have married Cullen at all. She might already be Barrett Mitchell's wife. Now Chloe must seduce the man who hates her, expose the conspiracy that sent her to prison, and take back everything Brandan and Jessica stole. But the closer Barrett gets to her, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because the cufflink she carried out of that hotel room may belong to someone inside the Mitchell family./0/82598/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2270b21d049d8317a4c6d1bd73351e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Dead Bedroom
My third wedding anniversary. Three years of a dead bedroom, feeling like the king-sized bed was an ocean between us. I tried, again. "Tori, honey?" Her eyes, usually cool blue, turned to ice. "What do you want, Ethan? If you're that desperate, there are apps for that." Her words cut deep. Pathetic. Desperate. That night, I found her moaning another man's name – my "brother" Blake Hudson. Then, on her unlocked phone, I saw the truth: a group chat where she gloated about using me for a major real estate deal, planning to dump me for Blake after securing the "Hudson-Sterling alliance." My world shattered. But their betrayal had only just begun. The next day, I was dragged to a fertility clinic. "We need to ensure the bloodlines continue, efficiently," Tori sneered, her voice dripping with disgust at the thought of truly mixing her DNA with mine. They forced me into a chair, injected me with a sedative, treating me like a breeding animal. When I woke, they showed me five viable embryos, created against my will. Five lives, forged in deceit. How could someone I loved, someone I thought was my wife, do this? Why was I the pawn in their sick game? The humiliation burned, the questions screamed in my head. But they had underestimated me. The moment I gained consciousness, I smashed those vials, ending their twisted plan. Then, I picked up the phone. I wasn't just Ethan Carter, the "charity case." I was Ethan Carter Hayes, and they were about to learn what it meant to cross someone connected to Northern Holdings. This wasn't just about divorce; it was about tearing down their empire brick by brick./1/119261/coverorgin.jpg?v=348f9db7e9eef49ef2910ee48c7f70b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Fiancée's Spectacular Corporate Revenge
On our seventh anniversary, I walked into my fiancé Brad's office with our marriage paperwork, ready to surprise him with a trip to City Hall. Instead, I found him half-naked with Sienna, a manipulative socialite client. When I caught them, he didn't even apologize. He gaslighted me, secretly stripped my legal protections from our new corporate contract, and brazenly promoted his mistress to be my direct assistant just to humiliate me. The nightmare peaked when Sienna's thug of an uncle assaulted me at a lounge. I fought back, smashing his hand to defend myself. Brad burst into the room, but he didn't check if I was hurt. He looked at me with pure disgust, protected my attacker, and demanded I apologize. "You are making a spectacle. You're embarrassing the family name." I stared at the man I had loved and built a company with for seven years. He knew my deep trauma of being an abandoned foster child, yet he chose to throw me away like garbage to please his new toy. The injustice and sheer cruelty of it made my blood run cold. But I swore long ago I would never be a victim again. I dumped him on the spot, walked out, and blackmailed him to get my rightful money back. While he thinks he's getting ready for our lavish high-society engagement gala next week, I am meticulously setting a trap to broadcast his embezzlement and dirty affair to the entire board of directors./0/82274/coverorgin.jpg?v=61745903f649c4f12740b2f693f1cfed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: Her Sacrifice Burned Away
Ava Miller, terminally ill with ALS, fled a brutal five-year imprisonment in a mental health facility. Her desperate wish was a final act of control: a pre-arranged full-body donation for complete disintegration, leaving no trace behind. But her carefully planned escape shattered when she collided with Liam Donovan, her former fiancé and the man who believed she was responsible for his beloved sister' s tragic death. Liam, consumed by grief and rage, dragged Ava into a new nightmare, intent on making her pay for Chloe' s loss. Despite her rapidly worsening illness and broken body, Ava shielded a secret that would exonerate her but destroy Chloe' s memory, embracing Liam' s abuse as penance. She endured public degradation, horrific assaults, and even a forced bone marrow donation that left her paralyzed, all to uphold her silent promise. How could the man she still desperately loved be so cruelly blind to her innocence and suffering, allowing his hatred to consume her? Why did she choose to sacrifice every shred of dignity for a truth she couldn't speak, leaving her stripped of everything but oblivion? Her final agonizing moments came in a fire he implicitly condoned, prompting Liam to slowly unravel her devastating sacrifice through hidden clues long after she was gone. Now, haunted by the profound truth of Ava's unwavering love and innocent torment, Liam is forced to confront the monstrous depths of his own actions, embarking on a brutal journey for redemption, only to discover some truths come too late for forgiveness./0/85843/coverorgin.jpg?v=cadc8acd2096357bff7d08f3990e424a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Engagement Betrayal
The grand ballroom shimmered with a golden glow, filled with the hum of celebration. It was my engagement party, a day before the wedding, and for eight long years, I had believed I was marrying the man of my dreams. Then, a casual conversation shattered my world. My fiancé, Mark, and his friends revealed a bet-a perverse wager placed on my virginity, my wedding night reduced to a prize in their cruel game. Humiliation washed over me as Mark stood by, allowing their repulsive jokes, even adding to them, reducing my years of devoted love to mere "merchandise." His "intimacy phobia," which I' d patiently nurtured, was nothing but a calculated deception to keep me at arm's length while he truly lived. My supposed future husband, the epitome of my life' s aspirations, had been laughing at me all along. How could he? How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, so casually, right before our wedding? Every sacrifice, every moment of understanding, felt like a fool' s errand. Was everything about us, about him, a lie? I wouldn't stand for it. The wedding was off. But this wasn't just a cancellation; it was a detonation. I would make sure he paid for every single lie, every betrayal, and every tear./1/115368/coverorgin.jpg?v=8601f583e8c1bfa9639d4c4f784e9be1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife
For three years, I was trapped in a paper marriage to a billionaire I had never met, until my father forced me to finally visit his hotel suite. But when I walked in, I found my husband, Bryton Lott, heavily drugged by my own father. Stripped of all reason, Bryton violently pinned me down and took my innocence, making me a pawn in my father's sick scheme to force a pregnancy and save his bankrupt company. After escaping his feral grip, I overheard Bryton call my father. He called me a useless, invisible wife, vowing to hand me divorce papers the second he saw my face. The nightmare didn't end there. When I brought a priceless antique jade bracelet to my mother's birthday, she slapped me across the face in front of the entire elite crowd. My stepsister publicly accused me of selling my body. Hiding in the shadows, I even heard my mother admit she wished I was dead, only keeping me around to exploit my marriage. I had played the obedient, impoverished daughter for years, enduring their endless abuse just to protect my grandmother's legacy. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like a sacrificial lamb to be sold and destroyed? The last thread holding my heart together completely snapped. I left the multi-million dollar bracelet on the cold stone sill and walked out into the freezing night. Snapping my everyday SIM card in half, I pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and activated my true identity as the underground world's top operative, "King." "Run a full hostile intelligence sweep on Apocalypse Corp."/1/119586/coverorgin.jpg?v=fba1b256fb2257cbb0705bd19b6ee6f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir
I married billionaire Harrison Sterling to fulfill a dying grandmother's wish, but to him, I was nothing but a scheming leech. When my grandfather needed emergency surgery, I swallowed my pride and begged my husband for the money. Instead of helping, he humiliated me in front of his mistress, forced me into his bed, and then threw $250,000 at me as "severance." "Take the money, sign the divorce papers, and disappear from my life." I took the blood money, left his mansion without a backward glance, and paid for my grandfather's surgery. But my brief taste of freedom was shattered by a frantic call from my abusive mother. My brother, locked in prison because Harrison believed he killed his ex-fiancée, had been brutally beaten. "If you don't make Harrison save him, I'll go to the press and ruin you both!" I was trapped between a toxic family and a husband who wanted me ruined. Harrison hated me to his core. He had no idea that years ago, I was the teenage girl who dove into a freezing riptide to save him from drowning. With my phone blocked and his security ordered to throw me out on the street, I had no official way to reach him. So, I stole a caterer's apron, tied my hair back, and sneaked into the heavily guarded Sterling Tower. This time, I wasn't going to beg./0/81950/coverorgin.jpg?v=70e3dcfd6f93c684d2950adeb7faadd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, The Narcissist CEO
I just closed a fifty-million-dollar deal for Innovatech Solutions, the company I co-founded with my wife, Jess. My team, the Trailblazers, cheered as Jess, our CEO, hugged me, promising a "really special bonus." That bonus was a crudely drawn Sharpie watch on my wrist and a flimsy "next year" promise. Later, my blood froze seeing Liam Walker, her incompetent "Executive Assistant," beaming with keys to a company-leased Porsche, courtesy of Jess. His Instagram: "Real love means exclusive pampering. #BestBoss." Humiliation burned as Jess frantically spun excuses, then offered me the baby I' d always wanted if I' d "unlike" the post. When I refused, she retaliated, punishing my loyal team while Liam' s cronies went untouched. "You'll get over it," she snapped, hanging up. The Porsche was just the latest, undeniable symbol of her two-faced hypocrisy and a years-long affair. My love for the woman I married had completely evaporated, replaced by a profound, weary exhaustion. I was done enabling her narcissism, done absorbing her endless betrayals. "Let's just get a divorce," I told her, my voice flat and final. Then, I called Innovatech' s biggest competitor, ready to secure not just my future, but my entire team's, forcing her to finally face the consequences./1/110826/coverorgin.jpg?v=c45238a98340c62c9c35ee05a23eafc3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love and hate intertwined
I had loved Silas for ten years. But on the very day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his first love returned home. I loved him. Whether he loved me in return, I didn't know—I couldn't feel it. But I was certain he would never cheat. In the final days of my life, I flawlessly played the role of the perfect wife. After I died, he found my diary. And when he finished reading it, he broke down and wept with a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony./0/82599/coverorgin.jpg?v=259c318084d2ae15fe2d3c04a6a7e177&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Orphan's Reckoning
I was an orphan, adrift in the real world, until I found what I believed was stability and love in the Continuum Program. Here, in this vivid simulation, I was a "Prime Beneficiary," granted a perfect life with my chosen partner, Chloe. I clung to our "perfect emotional bond," making every sacrifice and enduring agonizing "Feedback Dissonance" for her "brain injury," convinced it was the price of true devotion. But everything shattered the moment a simulated car deliberately slammed into me. Standing over my broken body were Chloe and Liam, her long-hidden lover, her "brain injury" miraculously gone. "Your Prime Beneficiary status. We need it," Liam sneered, while Chloe callously admitted her love and injury were lies, a manipulative act to keep me until they could steal my life. My hard-won status, my entire programmed existence, was merely a resource for their personal gain. They stripped me bare, taking my savings, forcing me to kneel and crawl for a few coins in an act of ultimate humiliation. Then, Liam confessed: he had maliciously lied to my only remaining family, my kind surrogate grandfather Mr. Henderson, directly causing his death. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of betrayal, grief, and unbridled fury, I stared into the void of my shattered life. How could I have been so blind, so trusting, to the monsters I had cherished? The years of Dissonance, the mental agony I'd endured, were not my failing, but the bitter harvest of their deceit. For a moment, I considered ending it all, pressing the self-deletion button to escape this torment. But a new, cold resolve hardened within me, sharper than any pain they had inflicted. "I'd like to stay," I told them, my voice hollow. I offered to be their housekeeper for the brief time remaining before my forced exit. My real intention was a dark, patient vigil: to witness the very "perfect bond" they coveted, the one that had broken me, tear them apart, piece by agonizing piece./0/83897/coverorgin.jpg?v=7215f5eec55b69b0d7df89e70e7a17da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
