Modern Books for Women
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Shrouded Affections: Winning Back My CEO Wife
For two years, Bryan only saw Eileen as an assistant. She needed money for her mother's treatment, and he thought she'd never leave because of it. To him, it seemed fair to offer her financial help in exchange for sex. However, Bryan didn't expect to fall for her. Eileen confronted him, "You love someone else, yet you always sleep with me? You're despicable!" The moment she slammed the divorce papers down, he realized she was the the mysterious wife he married six years ago. Determined to win her back, Bryan lavished her with affection. When others mocked her origins, he gave her all his wealth, happy to be the supportive husband. Now a celebrated CEO, Eileen had everything, but Bryan found himself lost in another whirlwind.../1/118847/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0fafa303e7edf676ed9b8c0c18bf431&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Billionaire Comeback
For six years, I gave up my seat on the board and shelved my own ambitions to build my husband's corporate empire and raise our daughter. Then I found him hosting a private candlelit dinner for his fragile mistress, Seraphina, fastening my mother's heirloom emerald necklace around her neck. Sitting right beside them was our six-year-old daughter, Scarlett. "I hope you can come live with us forever, Aunt Seraphina!" My husband just smiled and stroked her hair. He had been slowly poisoning our child against me. When Scarlett saw me, she screamed that I was a control freak and wished Seraphina was her new mommy. My husband even bought his mistress a replica of our Hamptons villa and let her wear my million-dollar custom wedding gown. When I finally confronted them, my own daughter physically attacked me, and my husband threatened to ruin my life if I didn't apologize to his mistress. I looked at the family I had poured my soul into. My love and sacrifices were nothing but a punchline to them. I was treated like an intruder and a villain in my own home. But they forgot who secretly saved their company from bankruptcy. I took off my wedding ring, filed for divorce, and pulled the top-tier medical team keeping his mistress alive. I wouldn't stop until his grandfather signed over fifty percent of their empire to me. This time, I was going to burn his secrets to the ground./0/65284/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a5613066eaa5dbbe401b59d581b0763&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again./0/69002/coverorgin.jpg?v=70a29b2db9a845de7a2867359fae74eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Bride's New Love Is A Mysterious Tycoon
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”/0/56683/coverorgin.jpg?v=8788902c13147f8e71c25cef9a09def2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"/1/118273/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b9cd38c241ff1b9f2cb67310bdd90bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Bonds: The Ruthless Heiress Returns
Arlena woke up in a sterile hospital room, exactly one month before the apocalypse would unravel the world. Her grandmother and uncle were looming over her bed, shoving a clipboard into her face. It was the Bone Marrow Donation Consent form for her cousin, Brandi. They had deliberately booked her parents on a cheap European tour, isolating Arlena so they could force her to sign. In her previous life, she had given in. The donation completely crashed her immune system right before the extreme weather and societal collapse hit. While she lay weak and suffering, her family had drained her trust fund and occupied her home. Her aunt had snatched her last loaf of bread with a triumphant sneer, leaving Arlena to freeze to death in a dirty alley. Now, when Arlena rasped out a firm "No," her uncle locked the hospital door and lunged for her throat. "You need to be taught a lesson! Your parents are too soft on you. I'll do it for them!" He roared, ready to take her marrow by brute force. She stared at the monsters she called family. They never cared if the procedure would cripple her. To them, she was nothing but a spare part, a blood bag to be used up and discarded so they could steal her inheritance. But the compliant niece died in the snow. Arlena grabbed a pair of surgical scissors and plunged them straight into her uncle's hand. Tearing the consent form to shreds, she escaped the hospital to unlock her grandfather's hidden pocket dimension. This time, she would build an impenetrable doomsday fortress, and let them rot in the coming hell./1/121696/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e99f7a78714a21d3d782523f8da4c58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First
For four years, Kasie Carlisle played the flawless wife to the wealthy Byrd family heir. Then, a notification on their shared tablet shattered everything: a photo of her husband, Harris, naked in bed with her college friend. Before Kasie could confront him, her mother-in-law called. She'd known about the affair for months. She'd already prepared divorce papers. One million dollars to disappear quietly. "For a girl from your background, that's more than you could earn in a lifetime." Kasie smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. "My price is ten billion. And half of everything." She had the evidence. She had the leverage. And Margo had no choice but to sign. So Kasie played the oblivious wife while Harris, blind to the trap closing around him, paraded his mistress through their home, laughed as his friends mocked her in public, and dragged her across a ballroom floor when she finally fought back. Then came the black SUV, deliberately ramming her car off the highway. Bleeding and concussed in the hospital, she watched Harris storm in—not to comfort her, but to accuse her of staging a suicide attempt for attention. He threw her blood-stained anniversary dress in the trash. He whispered sweet nothings to his mistress on the phone while she lay in the next room. He never suspected a thing. Lying in the dark, Kasie felt the last ember of her love turn to ash. She had almost died, and he only cared about how it made him look. So she stopped fighting. Feigning complete defeat, she resigned from the family business, told Harris she was emotionally broken, and asked for a solo trip to Italy to clear her head. As Harris smugly booked her flight, believing he had finally tamed his disobedient wife, Kasie picked up her phone and texted her lawyer. "The fish is on the hook. Initiate phase two." He never saw it coming./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."/1/106638/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d8e465f392fd5da9e9d952a39d5d084&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity
It was our third wedding anniversary, and I was waiting in our cold Manhattan penthouse with a gift Cedric would never open. He hadn’t even looked at me that morning, adjusting his cuffs and walking out as if I were just another piece of furniture in his museum-like home. The silence was shattered by a call from St. Jude’s Hospital. My grandmother, the only person who had ever seen me as a human being rather than a charity case, had gone into cardiac arrest. By the time I reached her room, she was gone, her skin already waxen and grey. As I collapsed by her bed, I smelled it—a cloying, heavy gardenia perfume. It was the signature scent of Chloie Serrano, the socialite who had made my life a living hell while clinging to my husband’s arm. When Cedric finally arrived, he didn’t comfort me; he checked his watch and asked for the time of death. At the funeral, he shielded Chloie from the rain with his umbrella while I stood soaked in the mud, and when I accused her of being in that hospital room, he crushed my wrist and told me I was an embarrassment to the Malone name. The hospital cameras had been conveniently wiped by a power surge, and the police told me there was no crime. I was left alone in the dirt, discarded and gaslit by the man I had loved for three years, while he comforted the woman who had likely killed my only relative. I couldn't understand how a man could be so cold. How could he protect a murderer just to save his reputation? Why did his wealth buy a version of the truth that left me with nothing but a broken heart and a shallow grave? I stopped crying and put on a blood-red silk dress designed to burn worlds down. I walked into his private club, crashed his high-stakes meeting, and slammed the signed divorce papers onto the table in front of the city's elite. "Happy Anniversary, Cedric," I said, as I dumped a glass of champagne over his mistress's head. I wasn't his invisible wife anymore. I was a woman with nothing left to lose, a secret heir to a rival empire, and I was going to take everything he owned./1/104962/coverorgin.jpg?v=27aa93c3bce3fa43e0f05be1ae59000d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late Mr. Sterling: You Lost Me
I was the perfect fiancée to Archer Sterling, a tech mogul who demanded I be as polished as his marble countertops. I gave up my art and my identity to fit his world, believing our upcoming wedding was the start of our forever. A mysterious text led me to a hidden folder in a calculator app on Archer’s phone. Inside were photos of him with his assistant, Mia, and texts calling me a "dead fish" and "manageable" collateral for his upcoming IPO. The humiliation peaked at my final bridal fitting. Archer ditched me for a hotel tryst with Mia, leaving me to overhear the salon staff mocking me as a "clueless gold digger." When I collapsed in the hallway, barefoot and broken, Archer didn't offer a hand. He only scolded me for "making a scene" and ordered me to be "supportive" of his busy schedule. The seven years I spent molding myself into his ideal woman were a lie. I wasn't his partner; I was a character in a play he wrote for his investors. My love had been met with calculated contempt, and my sacrifices were treated as his due. That night, I found Mia’s silk stockings shoved in my guest bathroom. The scent of her perfume in my home was the final breaking point. When Archer tried to touch me, my skin crawled with a physical rejection I couldn't mask. I locked the door, shredded the stockings, and called the one man Archer feared: Julian Van Der Bilt. "Does your offer for help include getting me out of here?" I asked. "Pack a bag," Julian’s voice rumbled through the dark. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't let him see you leave."/1/117357/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f16a85c1dd041db037f54a1c91b4aae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million
Ava worked three grueling jobs just to cover her grandmother's medical bills. The only bright spot in her exhausting life was her wealthy, loving boyfriend, Spencer. That was until a high-paying delivery order led her straight to his penthouse. Standing outside the ajar door, she heard his friends laughing. "It was just a hundred-dollar bet to see how fast the charity case would fall for me." Spencer's cruel chuckle shattered her world. After Ava dumped her delivery order of spaghetti and wine over him and his snobby friends, their retaliation was swift. They filed a fake complaint and got her fired from her only remaining job. That same night, the hospital called. Her grandmother was in acute heart failure, needing an emergency surgery that cost more money than Ava could ever imagine. Cornered, jobless, and watching her grandmother slip away, Ava had no choice but to dig through an alley dumpster. She frantically retrieved the bizarre contract she had thrown away yesterday: an offer from Spencer's billionaire grandfather to marry his comatose heir in exchange for two million dollars and her grandmother's life. She signed her life away to the Carlisle dynasty to save the only family she had left. But when her recovering grandmother eagerly asked to meet her new fiancé, the grandfather needed a stand-in. "You will pretend to be her loving fiancé, or you are cut off from this family forever." The man forced to stand by Ava's side and pretend to be desperately in love with her was Spencer./1/105550/coverorgin.jpg?v=90956414cd443ea51be6b5cbaa1290a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."/0/42078/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fb784b9600562a4e0229dfe6f54d8b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpected Vows: From Jilted Bride To His Rival's Wife
Claudia and Anthony had known each other for twelve years. After three years of dating, their wedding date was set. The news of their intended marriage shook the entire city. Emotions were high as many women grew extremely jealous of her. At first, Claudia couldn't be bothered about the hate. But when Anthony abandoned her on the altar after receiving a call, she was devastated. "Serves her right!" All of her enemies took pleasure in her misfortune. The news spread like wildfire. In a strange turn of events, Claudia posted an update on social media. It was a picture of her with a marriage certificate which she captioned, "Call me Mrs. Dreskin from now on." While the public was still trying to process the shock, Bennett—who hadn't posted on social media in years—made a post with the caption that read, "Now a married man." The public went agog. Many people labeled Claudia as the luckiest woman of the century as she had struck gold by marrying Bennett. Even a baby knew that Anthony was an ant compared to his rival. Claudia had the last laugh that day. She relished her enemies' shocked comments while remaining humble. People still thought that their marriage was odd. They believed that it was just a marriage of convenience. One day, a journalist was bold enough to ask for Bennett's comment on his marriage to which he answered with the softest smile, "Marrying Claudia is the best thing that ever happened to me."/1/105661/coverorgin.jpg?v=8891a0623bd9040ee1a5a088c8d01558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal
I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free./0/43797/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e22b3963c4e81c8684ce6493e8823d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Comes Late
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?/1/118639/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0a8286fe52d38c1f3a1666b8ed8cc6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
How To Tame A Wildhearted Boxer?
Returning to her hometown for a blind date, Verena expected stability, not Asher-a rugged boxing coach who seemed far too confident for his own good. When asked why a guy with his credentials chose a blind date, he said he was just picky about women. Her take? Too shallow. Definitely not someone she could rely on. Convinced he was unreliable, she kept her distance. Yet the man appeared everywhere, filling her days with teasing remarks and suspiciously timed encounters. Verena assumed it was simple flirtation, never realizing he had spent years quietly waiting for her. Then one day, the tables turned. When she pinned him down and challenged him, the usually cheeky man turned red. "I'm a decent guy," he insisted, while she struggled not to laugh at his unexpected innocence./0/65241/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bc37d050fc0618f6dac9cabaff64439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Husband Had A Double Life?!
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan's true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again.../0/71207/coverorgin.jpg?v=44f167c4dbf232de977ca6eb49d8299d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Requiem of A Broken Heart
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all-from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn't return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel's terminal illness and realized she didn't have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."/0/52645/coverorgin.jpg?v=0dada786d17056f3ae4acc3bdfe509b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fate's Bet: My Unwanted Tycoon Husband
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"/0/89821/coverorgin.jpg?v=681302756fb85c85eec85d2da79fc5ac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
