Modern Books for Women
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Spare Part Wife: Liver For His Mistress
I wore my favorite emerald silk dress to Per Se, thinking our third anniversary would finally be the night Darius came back to me. My heart was pounding with hope, but the moment he covered the rim of my champagne glass with a cold, marble-like hand, that hope died. He didn't bring a gift; he brought a personal assistant and a medical consent form. His ex-girlfriend, Hazel, was dying of liver failure, and I was the only compatible match they had found in the world. The realization hit me like a physical blow: he hadn’t married me for love, but for a "harvest." When I screamed that I wasn't a spare part, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he threatened to pull the funding for my grandmother’s Alzheimer’s care, holding the only family I had left hostage to save his "one who got away." He locked me in our penthouse under a high-tech security protocol, guarded by private contractors like a prisoner in a gilded cage. While I was trapped, he was at the hospital holding Hazel’s hand, wearing the Patek Philippe watch I’d bought him for his birthday. I watched their updates on social media, Hazel tagging him as her "hero" and "true love," while I was left alone in the dark. Darius told his lawyers I was just being "dramatic" and that I’d get over it once the settlement check cleared. Every memory of our three years together felt like a long-term investment in an organ transplant. How could I have been so blind? How could the man who promised to cherish me turn into a monster who only saw me as a regenerating asset? I stopped fighting and started calculating. I agreed to the surgery on one condition: a signed divorce decree and an ironclad trust for my grandmother that he could never touch. I refused his millions, took back my maiden name, and walked into that hospital with my head held high. I was giving them the piece of me they wanted, but it was the last thing they would ever take. As the elevator doors closed on Darius's desperate face, I knew that when I woke up, I would finally be free./0/84897/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b814fea2f1a393a7c2002aa804a1404&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet Revenge: An Heiress's Reckoning
My name is Gabrielle Fuller, and I died today. It wasn't an accident, or a tragic twist of fate. It was a cold-blooded murder, staged to look like a suicide by the two people I trusted most: my fiancé, Caleb, and the girl I called my little sister, Molly. The same Molly who "saved" me from a mugging just a week ago, charming her way into my life, setting the stage for their systematic destruction of everything I held dear. When I woke up this morning, gasping for breath in my Pacific Heights condo, the vivid memory of their hands on me, the icy shock of betrayal, was so visceral it made me sick. The date on my phone confirmed it: I was back. Back to the very day they started picking apart my life, piece by sickening piece. The girl who' d spent her first life unknowingly thanking her killers, showering them with gifts, had been a fool. But this time, when my phone buzzed with Molly' s syrupy voice, my veins ran with ice, not naivety. They thought they' d won. They thought I was a puppet. They had no idea I already held the strings./1/117342/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f5565ff4c96e1e3557048660cb4f2b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge
I survived three years in a hellish military facility, enduring shrapnel wounds and nerve damage just to finally return home to my wealthy family. But the moment I stepped out into the sun, my ex-fiancé looked at my scarred body with pure disgust, coldly asking if I had "learned my lesson" for stressing out my fragile sister, Cassie. At the family estate, my mother had already given my bedroom to Cassie. My brother shielded her from me like I was a wild animal, and my father publicly called me an ungrateful wretch just because Cassie accidentally splashed a drop of coffee on her own hand. They ignored my life-threatening, jagged scars, casually offering me Cassie's leftover burn cream for my "old marks." I couldn't understand how three years of my blood and agony meant absolutely nothing to the people who were supposed to love me. They had willingly sent me to hell just to keep their precious, manipulative darling happy, systematically erasing my existence from their lives. When they shamelessly handed me the annulment papers and demanded I graciously bless Conrad and Cassie's new engagement to protect the Beaumont family brand, the last flicker of my affection turned to ash. I calmly agreed to step aside, but as my mother smiled in triumph, I looked at them with ice in my eyes. "You want me to be the sacrificial lamb for your perfect little family? Fine. But it will cost you."/1/115071/coverorgin.jpg?v=30d8d5f2d7bddc54713e6651113202c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mother Died For My Freedom
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free. But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. My fiancé, Drake, didn't hesitate. He called me a disgusting gold-digger and threatened to pull my mother's medical funding to force me into an abortion. The shock of his cruelty sent my mother into cardiac arrest. She died right there in the hospital. They demanded I abort a child that could never exist, a lie built to destroy me. But they didn't know my secret. After my mother' s death, I finally told him the truth that shattered his world: I was born without a uterus. And with her last letter in my hand, I walked away from him forever./1/118640/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c8d94359904ca7508191219eac8123&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage: Bound To A Notorious Tycoon
The day before the SAT, Kristina's secret diary was exposed, revealing her forbidden crush on her Uncle Jason and making her the family's disgrace. Forced to abandon the exams, she went abroad. Years later, even after becoming a brilliant pharmaceutical scientist, she was still pressured to give everything up for Jason's scandal by marrying notorious Rylan. Jason swore the marriage was only fake. But at the registry, Rylan handed over his clean health report and quietly claimed her instead. Kristina had assumed Rylan didn't care for her. But after the wedding, she quickly realized she'd been dead wrong. His gaze followed her everywhere, and his actions gave away an obsession that was only growing stronger. When Kristina announced her pregnancy, Jason came begging for a last chance. Behind closed doors, Rylan held her close and whispered, "Let him hear you." She was the prize he'd fought tooth and nail for-and anyone who thought they could take her from him? They could go on dreaming./1/102742/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3904db4947a1f686128975f2e605c91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ballerina's Vow: His Empire Will Burn
My husband, Alexander, systematically destroyed my career as a prima ballerina. For years, I was the star of the New York City Ballet, but he ensured every major award went to his mistresses. The final insult was watching him hand my Starlight Award to his latest plaything, Cassie. Then I discovered a truth far more monstrous. He had helped Cassie' s brother escape justice after brutally assaulting my fragile sister, Grace. For two years, he used Grace' s expensive medical care as leverage, holding her hostage to ensure my obedience while he paraded his affairs in my face. At a public gala, Cassie tormented my sister with the truth of her assault until Grace, broken and terrified, jumped from the rooftop to her death. In a desperate attempt to save her, I leaped after her into the abyss. I had endured everything for Grace. His cruelty, the public humiliation, the death of my career. Now she was gone, murdered by his twisted games. But I survived the fall. And as I lay in that hospital bed, I made a new vow. I wouldn't just get a divorce. I would gather the evidence, expose his crimes, and burn his entire empire to the ground./0/84573/coverorgin.jpg?v=15382ee5b2727458da5708bd5b6bc4ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vases, Broken Promises
The silence in the sprawling mansion was a physical weight, pressing down on me as I hunched over my drafting table. They called me Liam' s wife, but I was merely the ghost in his machine, designing award-winning architecture he took full credit for. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, swept in, her venomous words cutting deeper than any knife, accusing me of being a gold-digger and a disgrace. Then, my world shattered. My younger sister, Ava, appeared, showering Eleanor with affection, a warmth I only dreamed of. Suddenly, a Ming Dynasty vase lay in pieces. Eleanor shrieked, blaming me, her eyes filled with a terrifying conviction: "She's jealous. She wants to destroy everything beautiful in this house." Later, Liam arrived, surveyed the wreckage, and effortlessly dismissed my silent plea, his cold eyes branding me as nothing more than a careless maid. Night fell, and I overheard Liam and Ava' s intimate murmurs, her soft laughter echoing through the cold mansion. A sick feeling coiled in my stomach. The shattered vase, the familiar intimacy between my husband and my sister-it was all a blur of confusion and betrayal I couldn' t comprehend. My father' s critical illness became a cruel reminder of the life I' d abandoned for a loveless marriage. Finally, fed up, I told Liam I wanted a divorce, expecting a fight. Instead, he simply said, "Alright." Too easy. My relief quickly turned to unease. He looked at me with an unreadable expression, a strange mixture of something unidentifiable. Why was he agreeing to this so easily? What was I missing? Driven by a desperate need to save my father, I pushed past my fears, resolved to unravel the web of deceit that entangled me, knowing this was my only chance at freedom and perhaps, redemption./0/81653/coverorgin.jpg?v=a908e72c35ce94bbf62d266f661dbb47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deceived, Disowned, And Suddenly Filthy Rich
"Cast out when the true heiress appeared, Eleanor was shoved back into her birth parents' cramped slum apartment and slapped with a bill for millions. Undaunted, she exposed her hidden identities and vowed to flip their fate. First, she gifted her swindled eldest brother a trillion-dollar conglomerate. Next, she wiped every smear on her canceled actor brother, shoving him to stardom. Then, she defended her youngest brother's design integrity. As wealth and fame piled up, the ""real"" heiress stormed back into her life, stirring chaos. But Eleanor effortlessly climbed to the top of the global wealth rankings. But how could she shake off that relentless, crazed mafia boss who was hot on her trail?!"/0/85222/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc8a70a195b7e4fa627f1e6bb194d4de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Past's Unwanted Return
The pregnancy test lay on our bathroom counter, two aggressive pink lines screaming a judgment. Seven years ago, I had a vasectomy-a choice Sarah and I made together, cementing our child-free life. But now, she stood beside me, eyes wide with an unnerving excitement, claiming this was a "miracle," a fulfillment of some bizarre "destiny card" from a tarot reader. My gut screamed impossible, yet her practiced smile, laced with an unsettling desperation, cornered me. I played along, a silent actor in her twisted play, watching her cling to this absurd narrative. My parents, then hers, were swept into the delusion, celebrating a grandchild I knew couldn't be mine. The deeper I sank into the charade, the more frantic her desperate whispers to her "mom" grew, texts angled away. Why was she so desperate, so secretive? What terror drove her to this elaborate lie? The truth was a chilling void, a gnawing suspicion that threatened to swallow me whole. Then, a hushed phone call from the next room. "No, Mark, you can't just show up here. Ethan is home." My wife's voice, intimate. Familiar. And then, the cruel, mocking laugh: "He actually believes that stupid story about the destiny card. He' s so easy to manage. Loyal like a puppy." My sanity shattered. This wasn't a miracle; it was a cold, calculated betrayal. This was her high school sweetheart, Mark, and their secret life-including "the last two times" and "another abortion." I would make her play out her perfect scene at her parents' anniversary party, then tear it all down./1/104689/coverorgin.jpg?v=734454b8921c01b681b81d899736a711&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Our Marriage: A Twisted Revenge
My husband, Aiden, brought his mistress to a gala. She was carrying my clutch bag, a gift from him. He was laughing, daring me to make a scene. But the ultimate cruelty wasn't the affair. It was when he brought up my kidnapping from ten years ago, using my deepest trauma as a weapon to publicly shame me. His mistress, Ember, piled on, her voice dripping with false pity. "Oh, Julia, I just can't imagine what you went through. Aiden told me everything. How you were… so damaged." I suddenly realized who she was: the daughter of the man who had orchestrated my kidnapping. This wasn't just an affair; it was a long-con revenge plot to destroy the company I had sacrificed everything to save. Aiden, the man who once swore to protect me, was her willing pawn. His cruelty had already cost me our unborn child years ago. In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him turned to ice. He thought he was breaking me. He had no idea he was just handing me the keys to his destruction./0/80031/coverorgin.jpg?v=605027eb00eea4ae0cb78c23a5fa622d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Weeks After the Funeral, My Wife Was Hers
As a Chicago firefighter, my world was built on duty, courage, and the unwavering love for my wife, Clara, another hero on the force. Then the call came: a warehouse collapse, my sister-in-law Ava’s unit, no survivors, and later, Clara’s gear found near a burned body, presumed dead, annihilating my soul. But weeks later, reeling from grief, I stumbled upon a horrific truth: Clara, undeniably alive, was meticulously impersonating her deceased twin, living with Ava’s husband, Mark, in a sickening charade. My world didn't just tilt; it shattered, as I watched my presumed-dead wife publicly embrace her new life, even carrying another man's baby, all while casting me as the unstable widower. Every interaction was a fresh wound: her choice to save Mark instead of me during my anaphylaxis, her vile accusation that I’d supplied Mark’s overdose, and her constant, suffocating attempts to maintain control. I became a ghost haunting their stolen domestic bliss, an unwilling audience to the monstrous lie built on my shattered life. How could the woman who vowed 'til death do us part, betray me with such calculating cruelty, erasing our shared history to live as another woman’s wife, with another man? The clean grief I once felt transformed into a venomous, all-consuming rage, a betrayal so profound it stole my sanity. Was every laugh, every tender moment, a lie? With every piece of my soul screaming for escape, I decided then: I would leave Chicago, abandoning the ashes of my old life to seek a new beginning, far away from this living hell disguised as a family./1/115396/coverorgin.jpg?v=e325a208ed1d0aaf7c409ea7f962223e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress And Her Ruthless Protector
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back. To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars. But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life. Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce. Then came the real nightmare. Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building. At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER. To top it off, her cousin Josie-who was secretly sleeping with Carlos-held her father's ashes hostage. "Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush. Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow. She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her. But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake. They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York. Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes. "I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."/1/113774/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcff78bd1484dbb6c765f31163a8538a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon
I was a broke clinic doctor drowning in debt, so I took a confidential job to evaluate a billionaire heir's fertility. I marched into the VIP ICU, pinned the struggling patient down, and injected a sedative. I finished the extraction and loudly declared to the family lawyer that the Holt heir was completely sterile. But then, a chilling laugh echoed from the doorway. The real heir, Jarrod Holt, the tyrant of Wall Street, stepped in. I had just sterilized his younger brother right in front of him. Facing a decade in federal prison, I was completely at his mercy. To make things worse, my arrogant ex-boyfriend tried to publicly humiliate me, and my greedy uncle threatened to burn my dead mother's belongings for ransom. I was pushed to the absolute brink of ruin. But instead of destroying me, Jarrod offered a terrifying lifeline. He bought out a Manhattan high-rise in five minutes just to ruin my ex, then handed me a marriage contract. I was terrified and deeply confused. Why would this ruthless billionaire force a nobody into a fake marriage? He knew details about my past that no one should know. Did he discover my hidden identity as 'E', the underground surgeon the entire medical world was hunting for? With my back against the wall, I signed the prenuptial agreement. "I do," I whispered at City Hall. He shoved his heavy, antique family ring onto my finger. It was supposed to be strictly business with absolutely no physical contact, but when his lips crashed violently onto mine, I knew I had just sold my soul to the devil./1/127401/coverorgin.jpg?v=859279dfe49c9695b8d4c0f6dbab6148&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Deceptive Wife: The Bumpkin With Endless Mysteries
Madelynn was the real daughter abandoned in the countryside, but she returned with reputation that made mercenaries tremble. Her stepmother sent her into an arranged marriage as a pawn. Her groom Ethan mocked her as a country bumpkin and tried to drive her away. Yet Madelynn remained unshakable. She defeated his operatives and saved his grandmother with medical skills beyond the most celebrated doctors. As her stepsister claimed miracle healer fame, Ethan discovered truth. He pinned her against the wall and demanded, "Who are you really?" Madelynn smiled, a silver needle near his throat. "Just the girl you married."/0/81654/coverorgin.jpg?v=27ef56c18e1e1f2e220a39684369475f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A New Chapter, A New Win
Jake, the celebrated captain of Phoenix Rising, had just led his team to an epic Grand Finals victory. His wife and team owner, Alexis, beaming on stage, announced a $200,000 performance bonus for his triumph. He thought things were finally looking up, perhaps even for their marriage. But the promised cash bonus quickly turned to ash in his mouth when it arrived not as money, but as worthless digital tokens. Simultaneously, Alexis lavished a $200,000 cash signing bonus and a luxury sports car on Ethan, a new recruit with average skills but a massive social media following. When Jake confronted her, Alexis waved him off, citing "brand optics" and Ethan's "engagement metrics" as more important than Jake's championship wins. Loyal young players who spoke up for Jake were swiftly punished, silencing dissent within the team. The callous disregard for their shared history escalated; he found himself locked out of his own home by Alexis, accused of being "irresponsible" after just wanting a night out. She even forgot their sacred shared day, his mother's death anniversary, only to plan a lavish launch party for Ethan on that exact date. He felt a deep, sickening knot of betrayal and injustice twisting in his gut. How could the woman he'd built everything with, the team they'd founded from scratch, treat him with such calculated cruelty and contempt? Was his value truly zero compared to a TikTok hype machine? The final blow came in front of the entire team: when Ethan faked an injury, Alexis slapped Jake across the face, screamed at him to apologize, and then handed him a promotional gaming mouse as his "severance," demanding he teach his replacement, Ethan, how to be captain. That burning sting on his cheek became the fire of his resolve./0/85223/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0ff0e88f723bd3d1ea73e21ca0760c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Echo: A Husband's Reckoning
The air in the bank was cold, a stark contrast to the warm spring day outside. I shifted, the familiar ache in my leg a dull reminder of my past, as the teller tapped at her keyboard. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hayes," she said, "I can't seem to find a joint account under that name for you." I frowned, "That's not possible. It's a joint savings, with my wife, Sarah Hayes. We've had it for years." "I see a Sarah Hayes," the teller replied slowly, "but the account lists her as Sarah Miller. And you are not listed as a signatory." Miller. The name hit me like a physical blow. My former commanding officer. The man whose orders had sent my team into an ambush, ending my career and leaving me with a leg full of metal. My world tilted as I stumbled out of the bank, clutching a phone that shook in my hand. Then, I heard her voice, bright and cheerful. "Liam! Honey, is everything okay?" "I heard your voicemail, Sarah." My voice was eerily flat. Silence. Then, a choked sound. "Liam... I can explain..." "No," I cut her off. "There's nothing to explain. I just called to say... congratulations." I hung up, the emptiness inside me starting to fill with a purpose I hadn't felt since I wore the uniform. They thought I was a broken man, a harmless relic. They were about to find out how wrong they were./1/104690/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c6408162ff7e6f557d2dee5ec12c56a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pregnant Wife's Billionaire Retribution
My husband tore my ultrasound report to shreds at a gala, publicly declaring me barren to protect his mistress. I was visibly pregnant, but he erased me, our child, and my truth with a single, cruel lie. So I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, I returned, no longer a fragile wife but a hardened salvage expert with a fortune. I walked into a high-stakes auction where Emerson was the top bidder. I let my son, his spitting image, make the first move. Then, I stepped from the shadows and calmly raised my paddle. "Seven hundred fifty million."/0/42396/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f85f4032f499b0b2857d38024b14c1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEEVANO
High school students who are smart and achievers are highly praised by all teachers. But for other students no one dared to approach him. Because of its closed and quiet nature. He will only speak when necessary. The thing he likes the most is taking pictures. No matter how small it is in the eyes of a Devano, it will look beautiful if it is photographed by him. Unfortunately both parents did not support their own child's talent. His father was only obsessed with making Devano an international math champion like himself. Meanwhile, the mother really wants to make Devano a celebrity. His parents often quarreled over this problem. Devano continues to be forced to take various lessons. Language lessons, math lessons and even model lessons. Everything Devano does. He absolutely could not refuse the wishes of his parents. Until in the end he met a woman who was different from the others. Transfer student named Bea Miller. Her arrival stunned a school because of her mixed-German and Indonesian beauty. It's a thousand pity, even though she's beautiful, Bea is really very naughty. He even moved to school because of his bad behavior at the previous school. It turned out that Bea had just realized that Devono was her neighbour. Even just past one house. They both have met. At that time, Bea left her house secretly to attend a concert. When he settles down and manages to get out of his house. He walked past Devano's house. Suddenly his ears heard the noise in the house. Beapun's feet stopped out of curiosity and he saw beside the house that Devano was seen leaving quietly. It's possible to avoid his parents who are fighting. Finally from there they started to be friends. Even though previously Devano was very uncomfortable with Bea's behavior. But Devano is very happy to have found a friend like Bea. They are very different. Bea looks extroverted while Devano is completely introverted. That difference actually makes them feel like they have found the friend they have been looking for. They often meet in the garden of his house complex. Their meetings are also always over twelve o'clock at night. Because they don't want their parents to know. They discuss whatever they like. Devano also became talkative when he was with Bea. Reveals everything he feels to Bea. Because Bea can be a good listener. Sometimes they also study together. Bea will only study if there is an exam. Bea was very happy to get a high test score because Devano taught it. This made Bea really want to give a gift to Devano because she was happy to get good grades. Finally Devano wants to ask for a gift that is a request. Devano's request was very easy for bea. Devano really wants to just go to the beach one day. For a full day. From morning to night. Because all this time Devano's days were full of busy learning. Bea agreed and promised to grant the request. Bea tries to lie to Devano's parents. Bea lies that there will be a special camp event at her school and Bea manages to lie to Mama and Papa Devano. The two of them finally enjoyed the beautiful beach atmosphere until the evening. That evening Devano came home and his parents did not suspect anything. Until the next day Devano was sick. His parents became very angry. Because Devano is sick. That caused Devano to be unable to take part in the national level math competition. Mama papa Devano got angry until they found out that the cause of it all was because of Bea. Bad boy who is in the same class as Devano. Devano finally moved to a new school at the behest of his parents. Meanwhile, Bea was devastated to part with a friend like Devano. But the breakup actually made both of them better. Devano, who at first could not refuse his parents' wishes. Now Devano manages to be himself. It was all because of Bea's motivation when she was in high school. Now Devano is an international photographer whose services are very expensive. Meanwhile, Bea is now very smart. He became foreign minister./0/84899/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a274b551259532f817ecb336f5fbdc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bonus That Broke Me
I had given ten years of my life to Scott & Associates, a law firm I built from the ground up, making myself indispensable as their senior paralegal and handling everything from client intake to IT. My boss, Mr. Scott, had promised me a partnership for years, a dream I clung to, along with my significant five-figure Christmas bonus that barely acknowledged my worth. Then, his newly-graduated niece, Madisyn, arrived as "Operations Manager" and immediately announced a drastic, public pay cut, effective immediately. The harassment began almost instantly-forced to clean toilets, fix jammed copiers, and endure petty humiliations while Mr. Scott watched and approved. But the real blow came when I learned Madisyn had slashed my bonus from five figures to a mere thousand dollars, falsely accusing me of laziness to justify her actions. Every shred of loyalty I had withered, replaced by a cold fury at their betrayal and utter disregard for my dedication. They had no idea what they had just unleashed. I didn't just quit; I walked out, knowing my meticulous records would soon expose their financial crimes and tear their entire empire down./1/117344/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a7a5d82d740025bc0679a53a30a1d12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
