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Billionaires Books for Women

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Billionaire's Heiress

Billionaire's Heiress

"You heard what the doctor said earlier, you should rest and take care of yourself more for my baby." he said when the doctor left. No emotion can be seen on his face but I can read the concern in his eyes. I smiled because I felt like he was my husband who was worried about his son and me. But I'm not.. I'm not his wife. He has a wife. I'm just carrying his baby on my womb, that's all my role in his life. I'm just a surrogate mother of their child. "What do you want to eat?" I couldn't stop smiling widely when he asked that question. His voice sounds sweet. I shook my head as I reached for his hand that was resting on the hospital bed, but he suddenly avoided it as if it had been burned by my hand. I felt a pain in my heart. I looked up at him, "I don't want anything else, just don't leave me." "I'm sorry, I have to go. my wife is waiting for me, just call me if you need anything or something bad happens." He warned. I was about to turn away from him when I suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me. "F-ck!" He sat next to me, when he faced me, I immediately put my lips on him. I pressed it even more when he grabbed my shoulder to push me. "Why did you do that, Kzea?! I have a wife!" He yelled in a serious and dangerous tone. I tried to hold his hand but he immediately stood up and pointed at me, "Stop this! Whatever you're thinking, stop it, I love my wife, I love Caia. I will never trade her for you." He spoke with full conviction that made my heart ache. "Lav, please, I'm sorry, forgive me." I'm sobbing please, I'm afraid of his eyes. "I love you, please. Love me the same way you love him, even just now. Even until I give birth, love me, please." His lips curled, obviously unable to believe what he heard from him. "You're crazy. I will never do that to my wife." His voice became more serious. "I'm just doing this for you because you're the surrogate mother of my child, that's all."
The Harrison Heir's Vengeance

The Harrison Heir's Vengeance

My Austin estate, usually a haven of quiet luxury, felt like a cage. My engagement to Brooke, stable as the family fortune, was meant to be the next logical step in a life I thought I largely controlled. Then came the primal scream from my throat, wordless in the chill of a nightmare that suddenly, terrifyingly, became real: the heavy thud of our main gate, the crash downstairs signaling intruders, and the glint of steel. I barricaded my mother and myself in my room, listening in horror as my sister, Savannah, dismissed Mom’s desperate pleas as "drama" on the phone, accusing me of faking it, while a knife plunged into Mom’s chest. Barely escaping with my life and a broken body, I stumbled to my fiancée Brooke for help, only to be branded a liar and brutally whipped by her, Savannah’s poisoned words already having turned her against me. How could my own flesh and blood, consumed by jealousy for some pathetic country singer, orchestrate such a savage betrayal, painting me as the villain while my mother bled out? The burning injustice tore through me, mingling with the chilling realization that those I trusted most were the ones who condemned me. But as the sirens approached and a call from the sheriff confirmed the bloody truth and an arrest, a new, cold resolve cemented within me: the naive boy was gone, replaced by a man forged in fire, ready to reclaim his destiny, unmask the true orchestrator, and dismantle the lives of everyone who dared to wrong the Harrisons.
From Shadow Dad to Empire Heir

From Shadow Dad to Empire Heir

For five years, I lived a shadow life, the anonymous architect behind my wife, Sabrina Anderson's, skyrocketing tech empire, and a devoted stay-at-home dad to our son, Caleb. Tonight, her company' s IPO launch party, was supposed to be our public unveiling, the moment she' d finally acknowledge us, our little "forever home." But bathed in the spotlight, she introduced her ex-boyfriend and his son as her new "family." My heart nearly burst as Caleb, our five-year-old, ran to her, holding the miniature house he' d built, only for her to shove him away, her voice cutting like ice: "Who let this strange child in here?" Caleb collapsed, his small hand clutching his chest-his heart condition flaring. As Wesley' s spoiled son viciously kicked him, Sabrina slapped me, hissing, "You brought this misbehaving child to ruin my night? Get out!" With her cruel words echoing, Caleb' s last whisper, "I'm a nobody," tore through me, just before his little body went limp. He was gone. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, discard us so brutally? How could she celebrate her triumph while our son lay dying? The world had seen her as a hero, but I knew her as a monster. Consumed by a grief that curdled into ice-cold fury, I made a call I swore I' d never make-to the powerful father I' d abandoned a decade ago. Now, Ethan Anderson was dead. Ethan Wright, heir to a formidable empire, was coming back, and Sabrina Anderson was about to learn the true cost of her betrayal.
Married to a ruthless billionaire CEO

Married to a ruthless billionaire CEO

Emily's father's company was on the verge of going bankrupt and leaving them penniless, investors were pulling out and her father, Mr Richard was on the edge of losing his company and going to jail if he couldn't pay up the banks. The only way out at that moment was when he received a call from Billionaire Raymond Jones who wanted to invest in his dying company. He would invest in his company but on the condition of getting seventy percent of the company's shares but after bargaining, he requested for his daughter's hand in marriage. Mr Richard left with no other option than to marry Emily off to Raymond. Emily's life with Raymond was full of arguments as they were always bickering and never agreeing with one and another. Raymond was possessive and never allowed to get close to or meet any of her male friends even his brother, Eaton was off limits as he always tried to get close to Emily. Faced with a lot of challenges from Raymond ex Clara and his parents not liking her, she slowly drew closer to him. Being together with Raymond and the way his parents Mike and Lily treated him and gave his brother all the love, Emily slowly fell in love with Raymond and Raymond slowly opened up to her beneath the cold demure was a loving and caring man who could go to any length to make her smile. A night of passion with Raymond, she became pregnant. Raymond found out about the pregnancy even though she tried to hide it and he was so happy and was very expectant for their unborn child but everything went downhill when Eaton kidnaps Emily and threatens to kill her due to the fact that he loved her but she never reciprocated his feelings then he found out she was pregnant for his brother Raymond who he hated them he kidnapped her and took her to this yacht to take her away from his brother and make her his. When Raymond realizes his wife has be taken by his brother, he mobilizes him men to catch up with Eaton, he gets to the yacht Eaton his on and tries to get Emily but Eaton stops him holding an unconscious Emily as he points a knife to her throat and threatens to kill her, Raymond calmly points his gun to his brother and tries to plead with him to let Emily go but Eaton refuses, as he sees Raymond close he immediately wants to slit her throat but Raymond is faster as he pulls the trigger straight to Eaton head and he dies, he immediately rushes to hold Emily as she slowly opens her eyes, seeing Raymond holding her, tears trickle down her eyes as they hug each other and Raymond picks her up gently and kisses her lips whispering words of comfort as he promises to protect her and their unborn baby forever.
The CEO'S Purchased Wife

The CEO'S Purchased Wife

"Leave her Roxane and it's an order." Roxane released me immediately when she heard what the speaker said. I immediately fell to the floor chasing my breath, my tears still falling because of what Roxane did to me. "What is this Dad? Why did you stop me murdering this bitch?" she looked in my direction and stoned me with sharp looks. I just ignored her and turned to my uncle in surprise. There is nothing wrong with me here in this house so why would my uncle bother to save me from Roxane hurting me? "You can take revenge from her later princess." he said softly to his daughter and applied his gaze to me. "And for you Hazel I need you to be ready in next thirty munites. Mr. Velasquez will be coming home and we have a very important meeting. I want you to serve him your best." i rub my face with my palm to remove the tears on my face and go to comfort room to wash my face. Then I changed the dress I was wearing with a long skirt and plain top. I prepare some light snacks and drinks for the guest. after more than an hour, my uncle called me and told me to prepare something to eat. I entered the living room with the tray and saw Roxane and her aunt looking in my direction. I just ignored them and looked at the man sitting in the center of the room still with the same attitude and ego. I gave him a strained smile and set the tray down on the table. Mr. Velasquez gives me the same evil smile which Roxane gives me when she wants something from me. I feel bad for her but I just tried to ignore her. I had intended to leave but I heard my uncle coming along with the words that shocked my world. "Hazel, meet your future husband. He has purchased you as his wife." W-what? i c-can't be. His purchased wife.
When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails

When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails

My crystal glass felt cold, a stark contrast to the stifling ballroom where hundreds of people laughed around me. Then I saw her, Scarlett Hayes, the city' s richest heiress, moving directly towards me, her cruel smile widening. She publicly humiliated me, reminding everyone how her family funded my mother' s medical bills and my education. She' d always made it clear what I was: her servant, her puppet. I was nothing more than a stand-in, a substitute for Liam, her obsessed-over step-brother. The constant abuse, the public shaming – it was all her game. But then my phone rang. It was the hospital. "Mr. Miller?" a nurse' s voice said, urgent. "It' s your mother." A cold dread washed over me. I raced to the hospital, but it was too late. My mother was gone. The payment for her emergency medication had been canceled, that very afternoon. By Scarlett. She had done this. Her petty revenge had cost my mother her life. The grief was a physical blow, but beneath it, something else simmered. The deal was broken. I had nothing left to lose. I walked back to her mansion, left her key and her credit card on the table. "My mother is dead," I said, my voice flat. "Well, that' s not my problem," she retorted. "No," I said, looking her directly in the eye for the first time without fear. "It' s not. Not anymore." I turned and walked out, leaving my life as her puppet behind. For the first time in a year, I felt like I could breathe. I was free. Or so I thought.