Best Modern Novels

Book 1: When a temporary job opened up, Jenna, still inexperienced in the workforce, didn't hesitate—she went straight for it. At first, everything looked like a dream come true. Then, out of nowhere, the rules changed. "Tomorrow, you'll wear lilac underwear!" The instruction was as weird as it sounded, a tiny detail that promised nothing about this stint would be normal. Micheal turned heads wherever he went, but there was more to this CEO than just good looks. He carried a secret that would turn Jenna's world upside down. Book 2: Apollo's life suddenly flipped around after his wife double-crossed him right at his big brother's wedding. Just like that, he found himself a single dad, raising six-year-old Ares. Now, Apollo knew one thing for sure: his son needed a mother. Erin Dixon checked every box—except for her ex-husband, who could give "problematic" a run for its money. Meanwhile, Milo Lancaster—Adonis's close friend—had his own storm brewing. His family kept pushing him to settle down and produce an heir. "Marriage and kids, Milo!" But he wanted none of it! An arranged marriage seemed like the easy way out, at least on paper. Except things got complicated the second he actually started caring about Claudine. Who knew a family tradition could turn into something so unpredictable? Book 3: Gustav never expected those old feelings to rush back when he saw Madilyn again after so many years. The spark was still there—too bad she shut him down right away. "I'm with someone else." But had she truly moved on? Or was there still hope for something to grow between them?

After a devastating breakup left her heart in pieces, Elena focused entirely on her career, vowing never to let another man close enough to hurt her again. However, her resolve is tested when Liam, her first love who vanished without a word years ago, suddenly reappears as her new business partner. Forced to work together, they must confront their painful history and the lingering sparks that suggest their story isn't over yet.

After hitting a massive lottery jackpot, a woman faces the unexpected collapse of her marriage. Instead of celebrating her newfound wealth with her husband, she finds herself navigating a high-stakes divorce. As she transitions into the world of the elite, she must protect her fortune from her greedy ex while discovering that true independence comes at a price. In this journey of self-reliance, she learns if money can buy a second chance at love.

To keep her art scholarship, Vesper had to complete a life-size woodcarving for her final project. But her randomly assigned model was Slade Forrester, the arrogant basketball captain who had shattered her grandfather's priceless antique carving tools freshman year without a single apology. When Vesper blackmailed him with a ten-thousand-dollar property damage claim to force him into the studio, Slade mercilessly turned the tables. "I'll be your model, but you're going to do something for me in return." He demanded she carve a custom piece to help him woo a girl who hated his guts, and forced Vesper to act as his personal spy. The target turned out to be Vesper's own roommate. To make matters worse, Slade caught onto Vesper's terrifyingly deep, secret crush on his polite roommate, Julian. He ruthlessly weaponized her anxiety, mocking her stuttering panic and trapping her in a twisted mutual-blackmail deal that left her completely suffocated. Exhausted, humiliated, and desperate to escape this nightmare, Vesper logged onto the university portal at 2 AM to register for a quiet online elective where she wouldn't have to see anyone. But the system lagged, locking her out of every normal class and leaving only one open seat in a brutal varsity physical conditioning course. With her required credits and scholarship on the line, she had absolutely no choice but to hit register. Then the syllabus loaded on her screen. The Teaching Assistant for the class was Slade Forrester.

After years of enduring a cold and neglected marriage, Olivia finally reaches her breaking point. Despite her unwavering devotion, her billionaire husband, Ethan, remains indifferent, prioritizing his business empire over her heart. When a tragic misunderstanding shatters her remaining hope, she chooses to walk away forever. Now, as Olivia seeks a fresh start, a desperate Ethan realizes the weight of his loss. Can love be rebuilt once it has completely vanished?

I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress. Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors. For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen. In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died. When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy. Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name. Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced. Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back. I looked down at the man who once owned my heart. "You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home."

I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us. But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum. They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families. To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister. Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments. The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell. "Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members." He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress. For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed. Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power. Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911. If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.

It's the holiday season, and single mom Jade urgently needs a roommate.... She posts an ad and thinks she's found the perfect match... until J. Morrison shows up.... Jace Morrison, her best friend's older brother, her one-night-stand from last Year's January... and the father of her 10-month-old daughter. As Jace settles in, blissfully unaware that the child was his, strict rules collide with Jade's determination to keep Harper a secret, But, truth always has a way of slipping out as what was supposed to be a temporary holiday arrangement, now quickly turns into a tangled web of sparks, Secrets, Jealousy, and heartache that neither of them can ignore.

For three years, Chloe has endured a cold, loveless marriage to billionaire Eric. When his mistress, Layla, falls ill, Eric forces Chloe to donate her bone marrow to save his true love. This ultimate betrayal shatters Chloe's heart, leading her to realize their union was always a sham. Determined to reclaim her dignity, she finally demands a divorce. Now, Chloe must navigate a path toward freedom while Eric faces the consequences of his cruelty.

Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family. But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street. After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began. A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy. Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion. And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion. Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets. Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed. Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate. "Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all." To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.

After two years of love and unwavering commitment to her mate Adrian, Amelia's world shatters when she finds Adrian, cheating on her with his ex-fated mate, Mara. The pain deepens when she is framed for a crime she didn't commit, and forced to leave the pack she once called home. Yet, as time passes and Adrian's regrets grow, he embarks on a desperate quest to find Amelia and win her back. Years later, Amelia has rebuilt her life as a successful medical doctor, only to find herself drawn to Alex Darlington, a charming and caring doctor who turns out to be none other than Adrian's stepbrother. But when their bond grows undeniable, Amelia must face the shocking truth-Adrian, the man who once betrayed her, is now the one asking for her forgiveness. Torn between her past love and her new feelings for Alex, Amelia's heart is pulled in two directions. As Adrian fights to reclaim the woman he lost, he must confront his own mistakes and battle the darkness inside. But when Alex's true motives come to light, Amelia must decide who is truly worthy of her love, and whether she can find a future with the man who shattered her heart-or the one who might just heal it. In a world where loyalty is tested, love is fragile, and betrayal runs deep, will Amelia find peace, or will she be forced to choose between two men who will stop at nothing to claim her heart? Settings : Moonstone Pack, Present Day, Human World, New York City, Present Day, 21st Century.

Desperate to save her family from a financial crisis, Maya takes a job as the personal assistant to the cold and ruthless billionaire CEO, Julian Thorne. To secure the funds she needs, she initiates a high-stakes game of seduction, aiming to melt his icy exterior. However, as Julian begins to drop his guard, Maya finds herself caught in a web of genuine emotion. She must decide if her heart is worth more than the mission she started.

I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second.

How far are you willing to go for your family's company? Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride. After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years. Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?

Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate. Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack. Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating. But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined. My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face. "You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell." Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor. He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor. I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago. What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name? Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died. I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.

I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him. Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils. I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past. I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison. We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase. "Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."

Celeste Hart vanished after a night with Damien Kane, leaving the world's richest man haunted by the memory of a butterfly tattoo. What he doesn't know is that she carried his greatest secret-four children whose gifts could rival empires. Years later, Celeste returns, cloaked in success and secrecy, determined to stay hidden as she takes a job in Damien's company. But the closer they grow, the harder it becomes to conceal the truth. With family betrayals lurking, children desperate to find their father, and a love too powerful to ignore, their lives are set on a collision course. And when the truth is revealed, nothing will ever be the same.

Desperate to secure funds for her brother’s urgent medical treatment, a struggling young woman is forced into a cold, calculated marriage of convenience with a powerful and haughty billionaire. While their union began as a transactional arrangement rooted in necessity, the icy walls between them start to crumble. As they navigate their complex dynamic, hidden vulnerabilities emerge, transforming a forced bond into an unexpected and deep romance.

To keep my boyfriend Alex in law school, I begged my father to pay his tuition. But the day I moved to the city to be with him, I found him cheating with my best friend, Ivy. The betrayal didn't end there. My father, a respected union leader, was framed for misusing funds-the very money he'd borrowed for Alex-and died in disgrace. My mother had a mental breakdown from the grief. As I cared for my mother, I neglected my own health, only to be diagnosed with terminal cancer. Returning to my hometown to die, I ran into Alex and Ivy again. Ivy, now pregnant with Alex's child, sneered at me. "Your father begged me to leave Alex alone," she said, a cruel smile on her face. "So I reported him. He died because of you, Clarisa. You're the one who killed him."

After suffering a devastating betrayal by her closest friends, a woman’s once-stable world is shattered. Left to navigate the ruins of her personal life, she struggles to reconcile the memories of their shared past with the cruelty of their deception. As she attempts to heal, she unexpectedly crosses paths with someone who offers the possibility of a new beginning. She must decide if she can trust again while reclaiming her worth from the shadows of the past.

After three years of a hollow marriage, Chloe's world shatters when her billionaire husband, Xander, demands she donate a kidney to save his mistress. Betrayed by the man she once loved, she realizes she was merely a tool for his true lover's survival. Facing cold cruelty and medical coercion, Chloe must find the strength to break free from his shadow. It is a harrowing tale of heartbreak, sacrifice, and a woman's quest for ultimate justice.

"Till death do us part." We both parroted the words of the priest without emotion, our gazes locked in a silent battle, ignoring the cheer of the congregation who had come to witness this façade. What is going through that mind of yours? I stared unflinchingly into those ink-black eyes. Is he already devising a means to end me permanently? Or will he be more creative, torture maybe? He seemed too calm to just go along with this arrangement, for someone who is known to always get his way. "Hello, husband," I smirked, needing to rile him up a bit. "Hello to you, wife," he replied in a deep, gruff voice with a devilish smirk. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest announced, sealing my marriage to the devil.

My boyfriend, Carter, chose a ski trip with his manipulative "best friend," Bridget, after I gave him an ultimatum. "If you go, we're over," I had warned. He just laughed and told me not to come crying to him when I got lonely. But while he was gone, the stress of his silence and Bridget's taunting Instagram posts sent me to the hospital with a bleeding stomach ulcer. Lying in an urgent care bed, hooked up to an IV, I saw him liking her posts-pictures of them looking like a happy couple, with captions mocking me. He wasn't just ignoring my pain; he was actively endorsing it. In that sterile room, something inside me didn't just break; it turned to ice. The years of begging for his affection, of fighting for his attention, simply evaporated. So when he came home expecting his favorite dinner, I had a surprise for him instead. "We broke up," I said, pointing to the moving boxes that held every last trace of him. He pulled out a Tiffany bracelet, claiming he was going to propose. But it was too late. I had already called the movers.