Best Modern Novels

Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him. She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort. But Benton didn't take the charity. Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him. When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face. Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician. Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below. Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her. She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man. But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion. How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power? "You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you." Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.

Five years after my ex, Clay, traded me for power, we met again at an exclusive summit. He and his new fiancée, Destany, publicly humiliated me, calling me a trespasser and a thief for looking for my son's lost locket. Then, my three-year-old son, Justus, ran to me, crying "Mama!" In a horrifying move, Destany snatched him from my arms. She shrieked to the powerful crowd that I was a low-born commoner who had kidnapped a child of noble blood. The room erupted, calling for my arrest. Clay, the man I once loved, watched with cold satisfaction as guards pinned my arms back. He ordered them to take my son away and deal with me. I screamed that Justus was mine, but my pleas were drowned out by their accusations. How could this be happening? The man who once promised me everything was now helping to rip my child away from me, branding me a criminal. But just as they were about to drag me away, an immense power slammed into the room, forcing everyone to their knees. A tall, imposing figure appeared, his golden eyes blazing with fury. My husband, Damien, had arrived.

RIVEN COLL was just a college girl dragged into the night after a heartbreak. LYSANDROS Z. BARRON is her stand-in literature professor by day and a ghost on the streets by night. Secretly, he's one of the most feared underground racers in the city, hiding behind a name no one can trace. But there’s more to him than speed and silence. He’s an alpha, exiled from his pack, working off the grid to clear his name and take back what was stolen from him. No one is asking why he showed up right after the last professor went missing. And Lysandros intends to keep it that way. Too bad fate doesn’t care. She wasn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to offer her a ride. Now she knows exactly what the city's most dangerous racer looks like.

My wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. I was in my custom Vera Wang gown, about to marry Jameson Alvarez and merge our two powerful families. But when his high school sweetheart staged a minor accident, he didn't just leave me at the altar. In front of hundreds of guests, he ripped my wedding dress right off my body, leaving me exposed in my lingerie. He used the shredded silk to cover her shoulders, shielding her from the crowd while I stood there, stripped bare for all to see. Later, he sent a text asking me to "be a good sport" and reschedule. He thought the woman who loved him would simply forgive this ultimate humiliation. But the Alannah who loved him died at that altar. My mind, cold and clear, recalled Section 7.2 of our pre-merger agreement. I picked up my phone and made a call to my legal team. "It's a breach," I said. "Activate the billion-dollar clause. Freeze everything."

Regina, a talented medical student from a prominent family, is forced into a contract marriage with Damian Harrison, a ruthless billionaire CEO. But when a chance encounter with a stranger leads to unexpected consequences, Regina's world is turned upside down. As she rebuilds her life and confronts her past, Regina must navigate a complex web of family secrets, hidden identities, and deceit. Meanwhile, Damian's icy demeanor hides a vulnerable side, and he will stop at nothing to claim the two children she's been raising alone. With secrets and lies lurking around every corner, Regina must decide whether to trust her heart or her head. Will she find redemption and love, or will the secrets and lies tear them apart?

She wasn't his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go. *** Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin. The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark. Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal. Oceans swore he didn't touch his employees. He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago. But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered. And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession. There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one. He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn't care. What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he's been searching for all along. Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé. Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves.

⚠️ 18+ ONLY – Extremely Filthy & Explicit This is not your soft billionaire romance, just so you know. Damon Voss, cold-hearted tech billionaire, has his new personal assistant Elena bent against the penthouse glass, skirt ripped up, panties torn off, while he rails her soaked pussy raw with his thick, veiny cock. Includes spanking, choking, hair-pulling, sloppy oral, and deep creampies. Wet sounds. Dripping thighs. Multiple screaming orgasms. If you need holy water, a cold shower, or a priest after reading this, you’ve been warned. It's pure obsession, and filthy lust wrapped in dark Romance.

When the kidnapper pressed a tactical knife to Falon's throat and demanded a one-million-dollar ransom, she was certain her fiancé would pay. Instead, Jerod's annoyed voice echoed through the speaker. He was busy cutting a cake with his fragile, manipulative mistress, Abby. "Do whatever you want with her," Jerod told the thug. "I am done." The call disconnected. Left to die, Falon was injected with a lethal black-market aphrodisiac. She fought her way out, escaping into the freezing rain, and threw herself at the mercy of a stranger in a black Maybach. That stranger was Bell Farrell, a ruthless billionaire and Jerod's biggest corporate rival. To survive the burning drug and shatter the memories of her fiancé's betrayal, she gave herself to the devil that night. The next morning, Falon woke up in a stranger's bed, staring at her bruised skin. For four years, she had endured her abusive family's cruelty, watching them treat her fake, adopted sister like a princess while using Falon as a corporate pawn. She had compromised everything for Jerod, only to be thrown away like garbage. Why did she have to suffer while the people who destroyed her played the victims? Falon took off her five-carat engagement ring and threw it in the trash. She put on a sharp black suit and crashed her family's elite ballroom gala, ready to burn their high-society facade to the ground.

Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment. She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn. Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her. But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored. "I was hired to kill you, mister." "Then take my heart, too."

The weight of the Oscar in my hands felt surreal—cool metal against my trembling fingers, the culmination of years of work, of dreams finally realized. I stood on that glittering stage, lights blinding me to everyone but the first few rows of Hollywood's elite, their faces a blur of admiration and envy. "Thank you," I whispered into the microphone, my voice catching. "This means everything to me." I paused, finding Alejandro in the audience. His smile—the same one that had captivated me in college—beamed with pride. Or so I thought. "I want to thank Alejandro Morrison," I continued, tears streaming freely now. "My partner, my rock, the man who believed in me when no one else did." The applause was thunderous. I clutched my statuette tighter, feeling like I was floating above my body. This was our moment—mine and Alejandro's.

Malcolm took my child away six times. Each time it was because Celia wanted to experience what it felt like to be a mother. After the seventh time, he didn't return her for a long while. He called me, saying, "They’re twins anyway, two daughters who look exactly alike, so giving Maisy to Celia isn’t a big deal." Meanwhile, Celia sent me a picture of herself feeding my daughter soda. She also sent a message: "Malcolm said I can just treat her like a toy." After that, my younger daughter was gone, and Malcolm's hair turned gray overnight. Our seven-year relationship was completely over. ================================= "Her head is so soft, her hands too," Celia kept texting me, adding, "She’s even more fun than a doll; I can feed her anything I want." It felt like something snapped in my mind, a buzzing filled my ears. I tried calling her, but she never picked up. I had no choice but to call Malcolm. My anxiety made me drop the phone repeatedly, silently begging for him to answer quickly.

In my last life, I was played for a fool by my charming fiancé, Curtis, and my jealous cousin, Chloe. He promised me the world, but it was all a beautiful illusion built on lies. He stole my ideas, shattered my reputation, and left me broken and alone. My death was ruled an "accident," but I knew the truth. They had orchestrated it all. Chloe, my own cousin, stood by his side, watching with twisted satisfaction as my world burned. They took everything from me-my career, my dignity, and finally, my life. The betrayal was a cold rage that settled deep in my bones. I couldn't understand how I had been so blind to the monster hiding behind his perfect smile. Now, I've opened my eyes to a second chance. I'm back at the beginning, forced to choose a husband to save my family's failing company. On one side is Curtis, the charming serpent who destroyed me. On the other is the cold, ruthless Arjun Becker, a man who promises security, but at what cost? This time, I won't be a fool. I know exactly who to choose.

When they crossed paths again after years apart, everyone thought it was fate-of course they'd get back together. But Charisse Walton only offered a wry smile. "Not happening. I dumped him, remember? He's probably just here to settle the score." What she didn't know... was how many times Elliot Grant had silently protected her from the shadows. Meanwhile, Elliot scoffed, hands buried in his pockets. "Please. She never even liked me." What he didn't realize... was that years ago, Charisse had risked everything-even her life-for him. Two hearts. Two stories full of silence, sacrifice, and everything left unsaid. And now, after all this time, the truth is about to break through.

I worked as a surgeon at NewYork-Presbyterian, scrubbing into eight-hour shifts just to pay my father’s mounting medical bills. Then Anton Corbett, the man I had secretly loved for seven years, cornered me in a dark hospital corridor with a demand that shattered my world. He tossed a velvet box open, revealing a diamond necklace, and told me he intended to pursue my best friend, Hayden—the woman currently engaged to my own brother. He didn't ask for my help; he commanded it, using my father’s life-saving treatment as a bargaining chip to force me to betray the people I loved most. When I refused, he didn't just walk away; he systematically dismantled my life, framing me for medical malpractice to strip me of my license and career. My brother was arrested on trumped-up charges, my mother was digging through trash to survive, and Anton sat in his penthouse, watching my family burn while waiting for me to crawl back to him. I had spent my life trying to be invisible, but how could I stand by while the man who owned my family’s debt destroyed everything I held dear? I stood in the freezing midnight rain outside his hotel, broken and desperate, finally surrendering my soul to the devil to save the only people who mattered.

I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company. Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file. He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his. When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren. I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house. I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me. My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie. The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know? Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets? As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance. I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name. The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret. This time, I didn't cry or beg. "You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption." Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.

2015 © S A F I E They never did fall into love. They were forced to marry each other for the sake of their companies. He hated her impulsive and silly ways. She hated his principles and the he way acted so authoritarian with his moods shifting uncontrollably makes her want to scream. But all of these lasted for only two years; many things can happen in that span of time and there's nothing that can prepare them with what Fate has in mind. With the divorce papers blocking their view, his hectic office schedules, her raging hormones and not to mention, a vengeful ex-girlfriend, how would Elle and Gabriel survive the odds? Is Elle going to agree to end the contract and leave Gabe so she can live her dreams? Or is she going to fight for her right and stay as "THE BILLIONAIRE's WIFE"

I left the office at three, my desk still cluttered with unfinished reports. Daniel Foster looked up from his computer as I grabbed my purse. "Sara, you're ditching early. Must be important." "It's Philip's birthday," I said, smoothing down my skirt. "I want to make it special." Daniel's eyebrows rose slightly. "Lucky man. My wife hasn't cooked dinner in months." I smiled, feeling a small surge of pride. After three years of marriage, I still loved surprising Philip. He worked so hard at the university, always coming home late these days. Tonight would be different—a perfect evening to remind him how much I cherished our life together.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the marble foyer of our penthouse. I stepped out, balancing a bag of groceries in one arm and a bouquet of lilies in the other—Marcus's favorite. After three years of marriage, I still believed in grand gestures, in rekindling what had begun to feel like a dying flame. Three years of choosing to see the man I fell in love with, not the increasingly distant stranger who shared my bed. The silence of our home greeted me. Usually, Marcus's assistant would call if he planned to be home early. I placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, arranging the flowers in a crystal vase—a wedding gift from his mother. The salmon would have to wait. First, I wanted to change out of my work clothes, slip into something that might remind my husband why he had once looked at me like I was his entire world. As I approached our bedroom, I heard it—a sound so familiar yet so out of place that my mind refused to process it at first.

Three years ago, Emily married Aaron out of gratitude. She truly believed he respected her, cared for her, maybe even loved her. It wasn't until later that she realized-he had never really let go of his ex. And the craziest part? She looked just like her. Time and time again, he left her behind for that woman. And finally, Emily understood something. A thousand days and nights couldn't warm a heart that was never hers to begin with. All along, he had only been looking through her... searching for someone else in her shadow. If he didn't love her, then so be it. She was done trying. But after the divorce, he came back-saying she was the one he truly cared about all along. His eyes full of regret, chasing after what he lost- But Emily just laughed. She wasn't that quiet, invisible wife from three years ago anymore.

The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.

My boyfriend, a chess prodigy, planned to publicly humiliate me at our graduation. He'd spent three years faking our relationship, even secretly filming us, all to get revenge for a lie he believed about my father. I overheard his entire twisted plan just before it was set to happen. So I fled to Paris, leaving him with the wreckage of his prized antique chess set and a video of me smashing it to pieces. I built a new life, found real love with a kind man named Kolton, and my art began to flourish. I was finally healing, finally safe. Then, one morning, my ex shattered my apartment door, holding a black rose, his eyes burning with a terrifying declaration: "I was wrong. I love you. And I'm not leaving until you're mine again."

The last thing I remember is my fiancé, Cayden, toasting to our future. The first thing I hear when I wake up in a hospital is him telling the city's most feared Don to pretend to be my fiancé instead. A doctor says I have severe neurological damage. Amnesia. Then, my best friend, Vivian—the girl I considered a sister—walks in. Her hand is linked through Cayden's arm, her head resting on his shoulder. They look like a perfect, loving couple. I hear Cayden's frantic voice in the hallway, not even bothering to whisper. "Please, Liam," he begs the Don, Liam Hewitt. "Just do me this one favor. I need a break from all her marriage talk." Then his voice turns slick with temptation. "As her 'fiancé,' you can finally get her to sign the demolition agreement for the Owen manor. She'll do anything you ask." My heart turns to a pile of cold, dead ash. The man I loved and the woman I trusted didn't just betray me. They tried to erase me. When they all step back into my room, I steady myself. I look past Cayden, past Vivian, and fix my eyes on the most dangerous man in the city. A faint smile touches my lips. "Only you feel familiar," I say to Liam Hewitt, my voice a soft, broken thing. "Fiancé," I say, the word tasting like poison and opportunity. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. Take me home."

Victoria Zabet parece a ver nacido no solo con el alma de su madre, sino que también destinada a sufrir tanto como lo hizo Candy, a pesar de nacer en una de las mejores familias y bien posicionada en la vida, esta joven dulce y bondadosa se ha tenido que enfrentar al hecho de perder la visión por un accidente, el mundo que antes se mostraba a sus hermosos ojos verdeazulados, ahora quedo sumergido en la más negra oscuridad, se propuso seguir adelante, solo por su familia, mostrando siempre una sonrisa y siendo positiva ante todo, aunque su corazón muere día a día, cree estar destinada a vivir en esa mansión que es su hogar y la que conoce a la perfección, solo en ese lugar se siente cómoda e independiente, pero su vida cambiara aún más cuando se convierta en la moneda de intercambio de un mafioso sádico por naturaleza. Alessandro Santoro, un hombre de 30 años viudo por su propia mano la cual no le tembló al matar a su esposa y dejar sin madre a su hija, para él la lealtad va primero que todo, el poder en segundo lugar, nadie que quiera vivir se tendría que meter con él o su organización, pero Eros Zabet tenía un trabajo que cumplir, como nuevo miembro de la familia Bach debe cumplir con ciertos trabajos, entre ellos capturar a líder de la organización mafiosa de Italia, fue así que capturo a Fabrizzio, creyendo que entregaba al mafioso apodado LA SOMBRA a las autoridades, pero cometió un error, el verdadero Jefe de la mafia Siciliana, es Alessandro Santoro y Eros cometió el error de atrapar a la mano derecha de Alessandro, pero Santoro ya tiene planeado como liberarlo y sin que él se deba mostrar, ya que por algo lo apodan LA SOMBRA y es que nadie jamás ha visto su rostro y así debe permanecer todo. Dos vidas totalmente distintas, luz y oscuridad, maldad y compasión ¿encontrarán un punto medio o se destruirán sin poder evitarlo? Quien será realmente el cautivo, ¿Quién hace años vive en la oscuridad? ¿O quién al fin ve la luz y ya no puede vivir sin ella? —No importa cuánto tiempo pase, tarde o temprano seré libre y tú seguirás prisionero de tu maldad. — Si eso llegara a ocurrir, cosa que dudo, iría por ti al mismo infierno, porque después de todo lo que hemos hecho al cielo no entras, por más cara de ángel que tengas, eres mi diabla, mía y solo mía.

On New Year's Eve, my husband and I went out for fondue, but the server accidentally tipped the scalding pot all over me. Being eight months pregnant, I suffered severe burns; my water broke on the spot, and I collapsed, unable to move. I struggled to call for help, but my husband was only focused on demanding compensation: "Pain is good," he said. "The more you hurt, the more money we'll get. It'll ensure we have enough for the baby's formula." I fainted from the agony, missing the critical window for rescue, leading to a tragic loss for both me and my unborn child. My husband inherited all my assets, abandoned any pursuit of justice, and married the waitress with whom he'd conspired: "This plan is flawless—not only did it get rid of her, but it also secured her estate legally!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that New Year's Eve when the fondue was spilled. "Don't worry, darling. It must be busy tonight because of New Year's Eve. Just wait a little longer, and your favorite spicy fondue will be here," Kasen Duncan's familiar voice sounded before I even opened my eyes. His hand rested on my baby bump, soothing me with gentle strokes, and he thoughtfully poured me a cup of steaming coffee.