Female Audience Novels

Fu Jincheng saved my life, and for three years, I followed him around like his little shadow. He got into a car accident, and I took care of him with all my heart. Later, I secretly looked at his chat history with a friend, and he referred to me as a “dog” who followed him for three years, saying I was driving him crazy and that I was really cheap. His friend chimed in, teasing me that I wanted to marry him and enter into a wealthy family. Fu Jincheng mocked me to my face, saying I wasn’t worthy of being Mrs. Fu. When I realized I had mistaken my savior, I turned and walked away. But as I left, Fu Jincheng went frantic, searching everywhere for me. Finally, when he found me, his eyes were filled with joy. “Susu, I finally found you.” “Hello, I’m your sister-in-law.”

My brother hates me, he hates me. He can't accept having a sister with a mental illness. He often deliberately provokes me to have an episode in front of others. Making me look ugly. The most common phrase he says is: "Haylen， I really wish you were dead from your illness." Later, I really died. But he went crazy. Every day stubbornly imitating my ugly appearance when I have an episode. Begging me to appear in his dreams for a glance.

I dreamed of my ideal guy, but when I opened my eyes, I found that he was the Christopher I usually can't stand. As I gradually opened my heart, he revealed that he was in a relationship. Furious, I went to catch him cheating, but he cornered me step by step and pushed me onto the bed. "Take a good look—do I have any kiss marks?" "Touch my face—are there any lipstick stains?" Huh? Why is this jerk only bringing up things I don't want to see?

I am a chief trauma surgeon and the secret wife of Garold Peck, the billionaire captain of the Boston Bruins. For three years, I played the invisible spouse. But tonight, he stormed into my ER carrying a rookie model with a minor ankle sprain, demanding I treat her like royalty while humiliating me in front of my staff. To indulge her, he let her ruin my bespoke silk gown. When I refused to strip off my own dress for her at a high-society gala, he used his wealth to hostile-takeover my best friend's design studio. My abusive adoptive father even threatened to auction off my dead mother's house if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to Garold to save his corporate contract. For thirteen years, I loved him, enduring his public PR romances and cold dominance, thinking my loyalty meant something. I didn't understand why he had to destroy everything I cherished just to force my submission to a woman he claimed was merely a business asset. After he got injured in a car crash, he still tried to use my family's debt to force me to come home and bandage his wounds. My shallow family ties and my dead marriage were completely gone, and I finally gave up. I calmly slammed the divorce papers against his chest. "I'm walking away with nothing. See you at City Hall tomorrow." This time, I'm going to bankrupt my adoptive family and leave this city forever.

Two years after her marriage, Ximena lost consciousness in a pool of her own blood during a difficult childbirth. She forgot that her ex-husband was actually getting married to someone else that day. "Let's get a divorce, but the baby stays with me." His words before their divorce was finalized still lingered in her head. He wasn't there for her, but he wanted full custody of their child. Ximena would rather die than see her child call someone else mother. As a result, she gave up the ghost on the operating table with two babies left in her belly. But that wasn't the end for her... Years later, fate caused them to meet again. Ramon was a changed man this time. He wanted to keep her to himself even though she was already a mother of two children. When he found out about her wedding, he stormed into the venue and created a scene. "Ramon, I died once before, so I don't mind dying again. But this time, I want us to die together," she yelled, glaring at him with hurt in her eyes. Ximena thought he didn't love her and was happy that she was finally out of his life. But what she didn't know was that the news of her unexpected death had shattered his heart. For a long time, he cried alone due to the pain and agony. He always wished he could turn back the hands of time or see her beautiful face once again. The drama that came later became too much for Ximena. Her life was filled with twists and turns. Soon, she was torn between getting back with her ex-husband or moving on with her life. What would she choose?

The happiest day of any woman, is usually her wedding day, right? But it wasn't the case with Pamela Grayson. She sobbed before, during and after the wedding. It is difficult for her to comprehend why her parents would force her into a marriage with a man who is in coma, that doesn't have the slightest probability of ever coming out of it. But what can she do than to accept it? After all her sister had seduced her fiancé and was pregnant with his child. Her dowry was going to be used to sponsor an elaborate wedding for her sister and her supposed fiancé. But the most tragic part of Pamela's story was that the man she got married to was even more ruthless and cruel to her than her family when he came out of coma. He forced her to terminate their surrogate babies, he divorced her and severed every ties with her. But fate brought them to cross paths again. Now a princess, an heiress and the CEO of the largest cooperation in the continent: What does the future hold for the both of them and their quadruplets which Louis Hayden thought had been flushed away? A story of destined fate, Twist and mystery...

For three arduous years, Emily strived to be Braiden's perfect wife, but his affection remained distant. When he demanded a divorce for another woman, Emily disappeared, reemerging as his ultimate fantasy later. Dismissing her ex with a smirk, she challenged, "Interested in a collaboration? Who are you, anyway?" Men served no purpose; Emily preferred independence. As Braiden pursued her relentlessly, he uncovered Emily's secret identities: top hacker, chef, physician, jade carver, underground racer... Each revelation heightened Braiden's bewilderment. Why did Emily’s expertise seem limitless? Emily's message was clear: she excelled in all things. Let the chase continue!

Transferred to the body of a young lady from a noble family. Married a nobleman whom she did not love. The nobleman was foolish but wealthy, and she had planned to wait for him to inherit his fortune. But she did not expect the nobleman to be handsome, kind-hearted, and in love. The original owner of the body was excellent in reading, painting, and embroidery. As for me, I also enjoy reading (The Overbearing CEO Falls in Love with Me), drawing (a few things about pornographic drawings), but embroidery is not my strong suit. The nobleman's hobbies are really... I can't resist them at all!

For three years, I lay trapped in a vegetative state in a cold hospital room. But the moment my consciousness finally awakened, I heard my own father disconnecting my life support. He and my stepmother were suffocating me so they could sell my fresh corpse to the black market for a billion crystals. Three years ago, my fiancé Jacoby pierced my heart with nine silver needles, draining my life essence to save his mistress. Everyone called me a wolfless cripple, a genetic failure. Now, my father wanted to auction off my empty shell for a forbidden death ritual, just to buy my stepsister a diamond gown for her high-society debut. As I lay there pretending to flatline, they even laughed about how they brutally murdered my mother. "She refused to hand over her assets, so we let her drown in the freezing river." They had sawed through a bridge while she was out searching for a cure to the poison Jacoby had been secretly feeding me. They thought I was just a defective stepping stone, a broken toy to be used and discarded without consequence. They thought my mother's tragic death and my tortured soul would be buried under their new wealth forever. But they didn't know the ancient White Wolf bloodline in my marrow had spent these three years quietly knitting my shattered heart back together. As the heart monitor flatlined and my father smiled in greedy triumph, I slowly opened my eyes and crushed his hand beneath my heel.

They bred me to be sold--a doll, a bargain, a tool with a crown. When they gave me to Alric, the werewolf Alpha every soldier fears, I expected chains. Instead, he saw me. Chose me. Made me feel, for the first time in twenty years, like I was worth something more than my price. Then my father showed me what he truly is--eyes burning red, hands that can stop a heart between one breath and the next. Savage. Inhuman. Utterly beyond anything I was ever prepared for. He saved me. I don't doubt that. But he is a wolf. I am human. No amount of tenderness changes what lives underneath his skin--or the fact that the moon goddess never made us for each other. He reaches for me like I'm something worth keeping. I'm just not sure I'm brave enough to believe it. Because what do you do when the only person who ever made you feel alive is the one person you were never meant to love?

Sure! Here’s the translation: "My parents killed the female lead's parents in a car accident and adopted her as their daughter. She is like the heroine of a novel, capturing everyone's attention the moment she appears. This includes my parents, my childhood crush, and my best friend. Meanwhile, I feel like a rat in a gutter, never seeing the light of day. The spacious room was forcibly given to the female lead, while I was left to live in a cramped storage room. My classmates bully me, calling me the daughter of a murderer. My parents scold me for lacking empathy. My childhood crush and best friend say I’m jealous and intentionally trying to embarrass her. Even though I did nothing wrong, I still have to bear the blame that doesn’t belong to me. As the new year begins, they gather as a family, while I, suffering from severe depression, step into the cold river water."

On the night Liora planned a birthday surprise for her husband, she uncovered a betrayal that shattered her entire world: her marriage was never real, and everything she believed in was built on lies. Her husband was never truly hers... and even the child she raised was not biologically hers. In one calculated move, Liora turns the tables and disappears, leaving behind a ruined marriage and a man who suddenly loses control over everything he once owned. But fate refuses to let her remain hidden. She returns as the heiress of a global empire; stronger, untouchable, and far beyond the woman she once was. Just as she begins to rebuild her new life, she crosses paths with Derek, a powerful man who draws her into a dangerous new future. But her past is not finished with her yet as her ex-husband returns, this time not just to reclaim her, but to destroy the life she has built as an heiress. And the real question is... Will Liora let him succeed?

Top billionaire Jerald has a five-woman troupe that he personally selects. Shortly after joining, each of these women mysteriously dies. However, this does not stop Jerald from continuing to spend lavishly to select new members, creating a cycle that repeats itself. As an undercover police officer, I successfully joined the troupe and moved into his home, becoming the only survivor among them.

I was born with a lethal allergy to our Mafia family's signature golden narcotic. My body treats the drug like battery acid, but my mother, the ruthless Boss of the Chicago Outfit, called my allergy a pathetic weakness. She secretly laced my soup with the poison, convinced she could force my immunity and mold me into a perfect heir. When my throat seized and I coughed up blood onto the dining table, my cowardly father just scolded me for disrespecting the Boss. My mother locked me inside a reinforced bathroom, leaving me to suffocate as my airways rapidly swelled shut. "The weak must suffer to become strong." She stood outside the door, casually chatting with a rival Capo about how my torture was necessary, completely ignoring my desperate pleas for a medic. Lying on the cold tiles, gasping for my last breath, I realized a horrifying truth. As long as I held value as her pawn, as long as my body belonged to the Family, she would keep poisoning me until it finally killed me. So, when I woke up in the underground clinic, I grabbed her massive stash of the lethal powder and swallowed it all dry. I chose to burn through my own organs and permanently lose my stomach, annihilating my value forever, just so I could sell my broken shell to her deadliest rival.

Chloe Sinclair woke up to the relentless smell of antiseptic and the furious voice of her fiancé, Harrison. She had just crashed his quarter-million-dollar car on the highway. But brutal memory slammed into her—the crash wasn't an accident. Brianna, Harrison's supposed best friend, had handed her the keys knowing perfectly well the brake lines were cut. In her previous life, Chloe had cried and apologized pathetically from this very hospital bed. She had begged Harrison to believe she didn't do it on purpose. Instead, he looked at her with utter disgust, tightening his suffocating control while openly flaunting his affair with Brianna. Chloe had endured a decade of humiliation, watching her powerful family wither away under Harrison's machinations. She was drained of her wealth, locked in a miserable marriage, and eventually died a broken, forgotten woman. Until her last breath, she hadn't understood. She had sacrificed her dignity and dedicated her entire life to loving him. Why did her desperate devotion only earn his casual cruelty? Why did the people she trusted most want her dead so badly? Opening her eyes again, she stared at the digital clock on the wall. It was October 12th, ten years ago. The exact day her nightmare began. A core of steel formed in the wreckage of her past self. When Harrison grabbed her wrist to lecture her, Chloe wrenched her arm free and slapped him hard across the face. "We're done, Harrison."

Tessa thought she had it all-a loving husband, a beautiful life, and a gift for painting inherited from the mother she lost. She was wrong. Behind the walls of her perfect marriage, her stepmother and stepsister have been quietly stealing everything that belongs to her. Her paintings are passed off as her stepsister's. Her name is erased from her own work. And worst of all, her husband, Garrett, is helping them destroy her. Then Tessa catches Garrett in bed with the one woman she never expected to betray her. Her stepsister. With her marriage shattered and her family determined to take the last piece of her mother's legacy, Tessa runs-straight into the path of Zane Ashford. Billionaire. Criminal lawyer. Biker. And a man who has no interest in love. Zane has spent years fighting his own family for the fortune his mother left behind. Now, he finally has a chance to claim it-but there's one condition in his inheritance. He must be married. When Zane offers Tessa a deal, the arrangement seems perfect. He'll help her destroy Garrett, reclaim her stolen paintings, and expose the family that betrayed her. In return, Tessa will become his wife. It's supposed to be nothing more than a contract. But living under the same roof with a dangerously charming man makes keeping their hearts out of the agreement nearly impossible. As Tessa uncovers secrets surrounding her mother's legacy and Zane's family closes in, their convenient marriage begins to feel dangerously real. They entered the deal expecting to use each other. They never expected to fall in love. And when the truth finally comes to light, they'll have to decide whether their love is strong enough to survive the secrets that brought them together-or if their marriage was doomed from the beginning.

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."

Annette’s adoptive parents only ever treated her to a feast when they wanted money. Her salary already funded their house, and her savings paid for her brother’s college. But this time, they dropped a bomb: her brother was $50,000 in debt. Their solution was to force Annette on a blind date with a wealthy man to pay it off. "I will not sell myself. I'm not going to end up like Eleanor." But her parents weaponized her brother’s pain, showing her a video of him breaking down. Cornered and desperate to save him, Annette agreed. She went to the café ready to be bought. But the man waiting for her wasn't the rich heir her parents promised. Julian Sterling claimed to be a simple security guard making a mere $2,800 a month. Yet, he slid a debit card with $50,000 across the table, asking for a one-year fake marriage to escape his own family's control. When he later sent her $4,000 for living expenses, Annette's heart ached with profound guilt. She was entirely convinced this honorable man was secretly working grueling night shifts just to provide for a fake wife. Clutching the key to the stunning apartment he offered her, Annette swore to work tirelessly at her boba shop to pay him back. She had absolutely no idea her struggling, blue-collar husband was actually a billionaire CEO in disguise.

The night Sonia Hale gave birth should have been the beginning of her new life. Instead, it became the night she lost everything. Still lying in a hospital bed after giving birth to her son, Sonia watched as her husband, billionaire Kayden Wolfe, walked through the door with divorce papers in his hands. He believed she had betrayed him. And when he was told Sonia was dying, he made a choice that would haunt them both. He left her. Alone, heartbroken, and with no one willing to believe her side of the story, Sonia disappeared. But the truth about what happened that night never disappeared with her. Years later, Sonia returns with a life Kayden never knew she could build-and secrets powerful enough to tear his world apart. Then the son Kayden thought he had lost becomes the reason their paths cross again. Kayden wants answers. He wants his family back. And most of all, he wants the woman he once abandoned to forgive him. But Sonia knows there are things far more dangerous than a broken marriage. Because someone lied about what happened in that hospital. Someone made sure the truth stayed buried. And when Sonia finally uncovers what was taken from her that night, Kayden will realize the woman he discarded was never the victim he thought she was. She was the one person who could destroy everything he had built. And this time, Sonia isn't coming back to be his wife. She's coming back for the truth.

Aria Campbell stood in the opulent office of her biological father, Andrew. He demanded she publicly accept the humiliating title of his illegitimate daughter to smooth the social path for his stepdaughter, Yvonne. To keep her out of their elite world, he threw a $50,000 check at her, ordering her to attend a blue-collar vocational school. "You will learn a trade, and you will stay out of our way." He wanted her to forget that his current wife, Helena, had murdered Aria's mother by pushing her down a flight of stairs. When Aria refused, Helena and Yvonne ambushed her in the rain, trying to ruin her with a bucket of filthy water. They used their family's massive influence to blacklist her from every top university in the city, intent on leaving her to rot in the Rust Belt like trash. They thought she was just a helpless, pathetic girl who would eventually bow to their wealth and power. They had no idea she was a commander from three thousand years in the future, reborn into this era to stop an impending AI apocalypse. How could a man staring at a puddle comprehend an ocean? Aria didn't take the money. Instead, she shattered Andrew's glasses with a flick of the check, vaulted their mansion's iron fence to smash every window on their ground floor, and hacked the global network to erase her digital footprint. She was heading to the Veridian Institute of Technology, and her war had just begun.