Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Beyond The Spotlight
Vanessa Harrington, sexy, sassy, beautiful, black, bold, a well-known celebrity and a music artist, is framed with taking drugs and involving in child sexual abuse. This simple allegation tore down her career and took everything away from her-well, not everything because she still got her family and her three best friends in her hometown. She decided to go back to Barnes City to renovate herself and hopefully build back her career, but she disguised herself so she could have a normal life for once in her entire life and so no one would recognise her and call her shitty names. Taking a break from limelight, she takes a drastic turn and moves to Barnes as Nessa Dean; there she meets a sexy churchboy whom she chases around.Liam Kent, who just moved to Barnes a month before Vanessa came back, didn't want anything to do with her, and this infuriated her, and she swore she was going to get him by all means. Would she get him? What happens when her friends make a bet on her getting the guy? Would her new life as a bartender be permanent, or would she get her old life back? Would Liam's religious beliefs get in the way of him noticing this crazy girl with a foul mouth and hood character?/1/119602/coverorgin.jpg?v=761de05b0c63627697e45642fc550507&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Planning His Wedding, Sleeping In His Bed
At her lavish engagement party, Kayden Reynolds thought she was about to marry the man of her dreams. That was until she hid in a dark lounge and overheard her fiancé, Carter, whispering to her stepsister, Megan. "Once we're married and I control her trust fund, we'll have her doctor falsely advise that carrying a child is too risky. Then you, my love, can give me the real heir." Her world collapsed overnight. Desperate, she traded her body to Carter’s ruthless, terrifying cousin, Brook Edwards, for help, only to find herself trapped in his cruel game. Then came the devastating blows: her innocent, imprisoned father was violently attacked and isolated. When she sought comfort at home, her own biological mother violently beat her, screaming that she wished the stepsister was her real daughter. They even demanded Kayden hand over her future firstborn to Megan as compensation. When she refused, Carter blackmailed her with a fabricated, scandalous video of her father, threatening to have him killed in prison if she didn't sign away her entire fortune. Why was everyone she loved trying to destroy her? Her fiancé treated her womb like a disposable tool, her mother treated her like a curse, and her father was being tortured behind bars. Looking at the malicious, triumphant smiles of her fiancé and stepsister, Kayden wiped the blood from her cheek. She would no longer be their victim, even if it meant making a deal with the devil himself to tear their lives apart./1/102082/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6bb075094adf22e1431e7ac8c097b9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day My Love Shattered
My fiancé, Keith, was supposed to pick me up from the airport after my two-week solo trip. Instead, I was stranded alone in the rain, abandoned for his "fragile" protégé, Kandice. He claimed car trouble, but a single phone call revealed the truth: he was at a party, celebrating with her. Then came the text from Kandice-a selfie of her on his lap, captioned: "Don't worry, Dr. Blackburn is all mine tonight! " Moments later, a text from Keith: "Sorry, sweetheart. Car trouble. Had to drop Kandice off first. I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't wait up." The blatant contradiction, the years of his gaslighting and emotional abuse, finally shattered something inside me. He had spent three years making me feel small, insecure, and crazy, always prioritizing Kandice's manufactured drama over my well-being. I used to think love meant enduring his cruelty, but standing there, soaked and betrayed, I realized my love had its limits. So, I made a call. "Mr. Davies," I said, my voice steady. "About that five-year overseas assignment in London. I'd like to accept."/1/108571/coverorgin.jpg?v=85d76c6a669866b18353768464ac4247&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dying Wife's Final Gift
The doctor told me I had weeks to live. But the real death sentence was seeing my fiancé's hand slip into my best friend's outside the hospital room. They thought I didn't see. They had already turned my little brother against me, the boy I raised. He called her "Mom" now. At their engagement party, held in my house and paid for with my money, he looked me in the eye. "I hate you!" My own family praised her for being a "natural mother," while the world celebrated their love story. They saw a weak, dying woman, too broken to fight back. They thought they had won. So I gave them everything they wanted-my company, my fortune, my blessing. But I also left behind one final gift, a dead woman's last words. When I die, they will inherit my empire, but they will be forever branded by a legacy of eternal shame./1/105651/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fbbe5887f46e13cd3647d54ec1ed002&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fall From Grace, Rise To Reign
For six years, Lainey devoted herself to Jeremy, earning only ridicule from their social circle. Everything changed when she overheard him tell his lover, "She's nothing but a lapdog." Heartbroken, Lainey found solace with a supposed escort. People thought it was a ploy to win Jeremy back, but Lainey only scoffed. "He's just a housekeeper's son faking his status. Without me, he's nothing." Then everyone realized she was the real powerhouse, owning both elite society and the underworld. Jeremy begged in vain; Lainey never looked back. Her new man, supposedly a gigolo but secretly high society's elite, kissed her before Jeremy. "Your ex is pathetic."/1/103380/coverorgin.jpg?v=7da3b65398927f903bf73e400f85723e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son
My world crumbled when I saw my husband, Arthur, across the street with his mistress, Karin, and a son who was his spitting image. For years, he' d told me he wasn' t ready for a family. It was all a lie. But the true horror began at my own awards ceremony. Karin' s son, coached to hate me, rushed the stage and attacked me. The assault caused me to miscarry the baby Arthur swore he never wanted. As I lay bleeding on the stage, my husband didn't help. He shoved me aside, his eyes blazing with fury. "You monster!" he roared, scooping up his son and leaving me shattered in front of everyone. Later, Karin cornered me, her voice a triumphant whisper. "I made sure you'd lose the baby." Then, she pushed me off a cliff into the churning ocean below. But I didn't die. A fisherman pulled me from the water, broken but alive. As the world mourned the "accidental drowning" of Elenora Dawson, I made a call to the Vienna Conservatory. "I accept."/1/125767/coverorgin.jpg?v=65871b0516627ec34c7edf8d067d4e87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forget The Cheater, Marry The Mafia King
After a car accident exposed her fiancé's affair with her adopted sister, Kendra realized their betrayal was planned. To protect herself, she faked amnesia and left with Rhett, her fiancé's overlooked illegitimate younger brother. She thought he was an ordinary man living in the family's shadow, only to discover that he was the mysterious leader of the powerful Murphy family. By the time her regretful ex came begging for another chance, Kendra was already standing beside her husband. She pushed him away and said, "The amnesia was fake, but not wanting you was completely real."/0/85860/coverorgin.jpg?v=155ad68ebaa5d185a0a9b661459e1609&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fall From Perfect Love
The acceptance letter to my dream university felt heavy in my hands, a tangible symbol of not just my future, but the perfect life I was building with Lucas Reed. Then, everything shattered; drugs, a blurry night, and the horrifying realization that I had been violated, photos and videos spread like wildfire across every platform. My scholarship vanished, university admission rescinded, and my world crumbled as the public shame led to my father's fatal heart attack and my mother's desperate jump from the library roof-all because of Lucas's twisted revenge. How could the boy I loved, who claimed to love me, orchestrate such a monstrous plot? Four years later, encountering Lucas on a dirty street corner while barely surviving, an insidious plan began to brew, turning my survival into a calculated weapon for absolute destruction./0/86509/coverorgin.jpg?v=de1309dfffe03542c34870124e05ff37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blinded By Love, Betrayed By Him
I was an architect, designing futures, and I finally had my own: a baby with my fiancé, Ethan Riley. Then, a brutal attack left me in darkness. Ethan told me it was a mugging, that they saved me but couldn't save my eyes. I believed him, clinging to him in my new black world. But then, one night, I overheard his cold confession: he had orchestrated it all. My blinding, the termination of my pregnancy, even the removal of my uterus, were all to secure Isabella' s future-a woman from his past he felt indebted to, who turned out to be his secret wife and mother of his child, Mia. My fiancé, the man I loved, was a monster who had meticulously planned to destroy me and replace me with his secret family. He moved his mistress and their child into our home, telling me they were a struggling friend and her daughter, expecting me to be grateful for Isabella's "care." Even his parents joined in, treating me as a discarded, blind burden. The pain, the betrayal, was unimaginable. My entire life had been a horrific stage for his twisted play. Why would he do this? How could someone I loved so deeply inflict such monstrous cruelty? But in that deepest dark, something new ignited within me. He thought he had broken me, that the darkness would be my prison. He was wrong. It would be my shield. I would play the part of the blind victim, gather my evidence, and make him pay. This wasn' t the end of my story; it was the start of a war he would never see coming./1/106625/coverorgin.jpg?v=4352524ea5a2cabaaf660075cd212658&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Devil I Ruined
Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created./0/86185/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bcf2ced32f2527e5fed70eec573ae3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Choice, His Downfall
The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me like a shroud as the doctor' s words cut through the haze: "The test is positive, Ms. Miller. You're pregnant." But his next revelation, stark and clear, truly shattered my world: "There's a mass, Sarah. It's a rare form of tumor, quite aggressive. We need to start treatment immediately, but… the treatment is not compatible with the pregnancy." It was the same impossible choice I' d faced before, a replay of a life I' d already lived and tragically lost. A chilling memory surfaced of my estranged boyfriend, David Chen, spitting venom at me in a cold penthouse: "Keep her alive just long enough to deliver the baby. I want her to watch everything she loves wither and die." He'd trapped me then, financially and emotionally, under the guise of a deadly illness only my wealth could cure, all while secretly engaged to another woman, Chloe. His true cruelty was laid bare in a whispered confession I overheard: "She's just a walking bank account. And soon, when that tumor of hers gets bad enough, the whole bank will be ours." The sheer audacity, the betrayal, the knowledge that they planned to destroy my brother, Tom, for my life insurance, burned through me. They were monsters, and I had been a fool, blind to their horrifying scheme. But this time, I wasn't the naive artist. This time, I had a choice, my choice. I looked the doctor straight in the eye, my voice steady, devoid of the hesitation that had crippled me before. "I want an abortion." It wasn't a surrender; it was a declaration of war./0/86834/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec312b9e9899b3b56d5c5185113adaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Wife's Vengeance
The sterile hospital smell was the last thing I remembered. I was Ava, a successful architect, and I was dying. Through a morphine haze, I heard my husband, Liam, and his identical twin brother, Ethan. "Is she gone yet?" Ethan asked coldly. "Almost," Liam replied, his voice devoid of love. Then Chloe' s voice, sharp and satisfied: "She heard us talking about the miscarriage." My heart seized. My baby. The baby they called a tragic accident. "It was for the best," Liam said. "She was never meant to be the mother of my child. You are, Chloe." A wave of nausea and horror washed over me. "And the hysterectomy?" Ethan asked. "Are you sure it' s done?" Dr. Anderson confirmed it, Liam said. Complications. I' d never carry a child again. My world dissolved. They' d not only betrayed me but orchestrated the death of my child and the end of my womanhood. All for Chloe. Then, nothing. Until I opened my eyes again. I was in my wedding gown, in my wedding bed. Liam walked out of the bathroom, that devastating smile now making my stomach turn. He was an actor, and I had been his most captive audience. I remembered the whispers from my deathbed: the cold, calculated cruelty. This beautiful monster had shared me with his brother. I had died and come back, armed with the terrible truth. The man who had pledged his life to me had been orchestrating my destruction. My baby, my womanhood, my very life-all sacrificed for a twisted game. How could this be real? Why was I back? A new resolve settled in my soul. I wouldn't just survive this wedding night; I would be the architect of their destruction./1/102408/coverorgin.jpg?v=27d0ec662e7b6558836aebee1080f3f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire
The world knew me as Dr. Brenna Mann, the neurosurgeon with hands insured for millions. My husband, Davis, was a powerful lawyer, and our life was perfect-until he shattered it. He protected his secret lover, Kiley, after she killed my mother in a hit-and-run. Then, to silence me, he had his family' s dogs maul my hand, ending my career forever. He didn't stop there. He fabricated a video that drove my innocent sister to suicide, then held her fate over my head to force me to save his lover's mother. He took everything-my mother, my hand, my career, and my sister. The man I had vowed to love was a monster wearing my husband's skin. He thought he had broken me, leaving me kneeling in public humiliation. He was wrong. He had only created a monster of his own, one with a brilliant mind and a billionaire's backing, ready to burn his world to the ground./0/45305/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c875b2851e5d393c62be52f94011a8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bride Is Far Away
After facing numerous hurdles, uncovering deep secrets, and battling dangerous adversaries, the protagonist discovers a hidden island that holds the key to unraveling the entire conspiracy. This mysterious island, shrouded in myths and legends, becomes a pivotal turning point in the story. It holds long-lost treasures, but also traps the protagonist and their allies in a dangerous situation where trust is tested and alliances crumble. The island reveals a hidden love story from the past, intertwining the lives of the main characters in an unexpected way. As the protagonist races against time to solve the final puzzle and save their beloved, they must navigate treacherous waters, confront their own vulnerabilities, and make difficult choices to ultimately overcome the final obstacles and find true happiness./1/115386/coverorgin.jpg?v=10ae828d3374dfb9d66235d928437bbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoiled By The Assassin Family
I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me./0/83915/coverorgin.jpg?v=63a2087a29bb0a5aef2390c09f67ae4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Future Called
My eyes shot open in "The Daily Grind," our favorite coffee shop, the bitter taste of espresso echoing a nightmare I couldn't shake. Across from me, my boyfriend, Ethan, scrolled on his phone seemingly oblivious, while the barista, Sabrina Chavez, zeroed in on my new work laptop. Her sweet voice dripped with poison as she commented on my "corporate" success, hinting at how Ethan "worked so hard" and how "nice" it must be to afford luxuries. But her words weren't sweet to me; they were a chilling echo of a vivid nightmare, a terrifying memory of betrayal, public humiliation, and ultimately, absolute despair. In that fading dream, this very conversation was the first domino in an avalanche that buried my career, my reputation, and eventually, my life, ending with a handful of pills. I watched her, a chilling certainty settling in my bones: Sabrina, the "sweet small-town girl," wanted Ethan, but more, she wanted my life, and she saw me as nothing but an obstacle. The memory of the nightmare became horrifyingly clear: a spilled coffee, a piercing gun, a Hepatitis C diagnosis, my life in ruins, ending tragically. But this time, I wasn't just remembering; I was reliving the day it all began, and in this horrifying déjà vu, one thing was crystal clear. This time, I would not be the victim./1/103382/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d5505e6a61fe59925e54b8ea014c695&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Barren Lie, Her Shattered Womb
For six years, I endured my husband David's family shaming me for my barren womb. I went through countless painful fertility treatments, clinging to his promises that we would one day have a child. Then I saw the picture on his secret social media: David, his arm around my "wellness coach," Briana, her belly round with their "little miracle." The confrontation was a nightmare. Briana shoved me, and I was left bleeding on the floor as David rushed her to the hospital. Later, my own family told me to accept the affair for the sake of my brother's medical bills, which David's family paid. David even slapped me for daring to call Briana a liar. But the true horror came in a message from Briana. She gloated that David had been sabotaging my treatments all along. He had made me believe I was broken, just so he could replace me. My hope turned to ice. I found them celebrating in a hotel suite. As David reached for me, I met his terrified gaze and threw myself down the grand staircase. My life was over, and I was taking them down with me./1/116360/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb37a620dc2a0e469bf88c9fc18b5b2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil
I was working a catering gig under a fake name at the Pierre Hotel, desperately trying to stay invisible after my father’s high-profile financial fraud ruined our lives. Everything shattered when Silas Thorne handed me a glass of drugged champagne and cornered me in a locked restroom, his slurred voice demanding I "thank him properly" as he kicked in the door. To escape a fate worse than death, I lunged across a hundred-meter drop onto the balcony of the city’s most feared billionaire, Everet Adams. But the nightmare didn't end there. When I finally crawled back to my family’s cramped apartment, my father wasn't relieved to see me alive; he was furious I had "ruined the deal." He held my mother’s last gold locket over a flame, threatening to melt it unless I returned to Silas to finish what he started. My stepmother stood by, screaming that my body was the only currency we had left to pay the rent. I stared at the man who raised me, realizing he had orchestrated my assault just to secure bail money for my brother. To my own flesh and blood, I wasn't a daughter—I was a commodity, a piece of meat to be traded to the highest bidder. When Everet Adams tracked me down and offered me a way out, it came with a two-hundred-page marriage contract and a cold demand for an heir. I looked at the live feed of my brother being cornered in a prison yard and picked up the pen. "I'll sign," I told him, stepping out of my father’s shadow and into a gilded cage. As the elevator doors opened to a wall of paparazzi cameras, I leaned into Everet’s cold embrace. The world saw a fairy tale, but I knew the truth—I had just sold my soul to the only monster capable of protecting me from my own blood./1/120254/coverorgin.jpg?v=50a0ac9c0ce5402601a565c89a6f186c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Invisible Wife Was A Dazzling Superstar
For three years, Nicole was Blaine's invisible wife, giving up her singing career to devote herself to him. In return, she watched his name trend online beside the woman he loved. This time, Nicole chose divorce. Before leaving, she made sure to collect a little interest on three years of heartbreak by finally sleeping with him, even sending her soon-to-be ex-husband to a urologist and causing an online frenzy. While everyone expected her downfall, Nicole returned to the stage. Her comeback songs topped the charts, and endorsements poured in. Meanwhile, the husband who never cared realized he couldn't live without her. And so began his desperate crusade to win back his ex-wife./1/101436/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccc94cf43aeffc370bcb4e97d7b52918&imageMogr2/format/webp)
