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Billionaires Books for Women

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The Billionaire's Fury

The Billionaire's Fury

I was on my private Caribbean island, living the dream retirement of a tech billionaire, confident my gentle son, Caleb, was safe at home in Palo Alto, surrounded by the loyal friends I' d funded and cherished. I' d built a fortress of care for him. Then, a garish headline flashed on my screen: "SILICON VALLEY HEIR CALEB HUGHES, 18, TO WED REAL ESTATE SHARK DEBRA CLARKSON, 55. A LOVE STORY OR A HOSTILE TAKEOVER?" The accompanying photo showed my son, pale and lost, next to a woman old enough to be his grandmother, her hand possessively on his shoulder. My blood ran cold; this wasn't possible. I immediately flew home, my fury matched only by a growing dread. The moment I stepped onto my estate, a familiar, toxic fescue grass covered the lawn – a severe allergen for Caleb – and the faces awaiting me were smug, not worried. Andrew, the son of my late partner, and the three girls I' d raised like my own, smirked, talking about Caleb's "scandal" and how they were "managing" his impending forced marriage to Debra Clarkson. My heart shattered as Caleb limped down the stairs, gaunt, covered in an allergic rash, his eyes hollow. They claimed his injuries were from a skateboarding accident and self-harm, that he was "difficult" and "infertile," spinning a web of lies to blame him for his own torment. How could the people I trusted betray us so completely? Why would they do this to an innocent boy? But when Debra Clarkson brazenly walked in, and she and Andrew openly planned to take over my family and fortune, then dared to lay a hand on my son, something snapped. They thought I was a washed-up genius on an island. They were about to learn Nathaniel Hughes was far from finished.
A Family's Fierce Protection

A Family's Fierce Protection

I' m Sarah Miller, a Grammy-winning music producer who prefers the quiet of a studio. But tonight, I was enduring a club after-party for my stepson Alex, a talented musician I cherished like my own. I also harbored a secret: I was twelve weeks pregnant with our miracle IVF baby, cherished by my husband, the tech billionaire Michael Thorne. Suddenly, Alex' s pop-star girlfriend, Jessi Vance, descended, eyes blazing for the cameras. "She's trying to get close to Alex!" she shrieked, pulling him in a staged outburst. "An older woman, trying to steal my boyfriend!" she screamed, shoving me hard. The online world exploded, branding me a cougar, a predator. Days later, Jessi tracked me to my studio sanctuary, her fake tears gone, replaced by pure rage. "You think you can ruin my life and get away with it?" she screamed, lunging. She pushed me violently, sending me stumbling backward into a console. A searing pain shot through my abdomen. I crumpled, gasping, clutching myself. Not now. Please, not now. "I' m pregnant," I whispered, barely audible, as the precious life Michael and I had fought for, year after agonizing year, was slipping away. How could this manipulative child' s public stunt and physical assault cost me everything? Just when despair threatened to overwhelm me, the studio doors burst open. Michael Thorne, my husband, strode in, his gaze ice-cold. "This woman," he declared, his voice cutting through the silence, "is my wife." The narrative didn't just flip; it shattered.
Bedmates? Soulmates!

Bedmates? Soulmates!

The kiss grew more passionate as he felt her warm supple body pressing against his chest. He couldn't believe how soft she was. He was gentler this time, making love to her with a slow, languorous pace, pausing now and then to check the expression on her face. Kira was. transported. She no longer felt the fabric of the sheets underneath her. One moment, she was floating in the air, cuddled by cotton candy clouds. The next, she'd become one with a dinghy, bobbing up and down with the undulating waves. His scent enveloped her. He was on top of her, using his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her. She snuggled up closer to him, safe and snug, cocooned in his warmth. Kira had always marvelled at Austyn's stamina, but he outdid himself tonight. In the midst of overwhelming rapture, Kira still had the presence of mind to broach the subject she'd been meaning to bring up. 'My dad's medical bills.' Austyn paused. He frowned as he looked into those beseeching eyes. 'It'll be taken care of by the end of business day tomorrow,' he said with a bit of an edge in his voice. Kira breathed out. ****** She is a 21-year-old college student who dreams of becoming a journalist. He is the heir of the McCarthy family and president of a business empire. She is bright-eyed and vivacious, a glass-half-full kind of gal. When life throws her a curveball, she knocks it out of the park. He is the archetypal alpha male, aggressive and domineering. Endowed with both brains and brawn, he steamrolls over his enemies and rules his company with an iron fist. The two would never have crossed paths if not for a cruel twist of fate. Kira's world was turned upside down when her father was hospitalised after a car accident. The medical bills were astronomical. Austyn McCarthy offered her a way out. The price: becoming his contract wife. At night, he consummated their marriage but called out another woman's name. Who was she? Why did Austyn marry Kira if he was in love with someone else? Kira was his lawful wife, but she had no right to ask these questions. Then one day, the woman showed up in front of her.
Master D's Obsession

Master D's Obsession

"You will forever be mine, Kitten." Juliet didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart was racing, her body trembling, and her chest felt tight. Her vision blurred with tears, her head spinning, and her stomach nauseous. Terror and panic began to take over every time she tried to rise to the surface, only to fall deeper into the abyss of darkness. She had received countless letters from an unknown person, and each sent her into a panic attack. In addition to letters filled with obsessive words, the man included photos of Juliet. The man-whoever he was-knew Juliet very well. He knew the clothes she wore to work, her food, the music she listened to, and even the soap and shampoo she used. Initially, Juliet thought it was all just a prank, maybe because she wasn't part of the De Lavigne family. However, the letters increasingly revealed a terrifying obsession. He was a deranged psychopath. .... Juliet Winter Addison never expected that one night's mistake would trap her in a horrific nightmare. A psychopath who claimed and was so obsessed with her made Juliet afraid of her own shadow. Haunted by terror, Juliet decides to find out the man's identity, but she becomes entangled in a dangerous game. She couldn't tell anyone about what she was going through because Juliet didn't trust anyone. Not her boyfriend, Leo. Not even her stepbrother, Robbin. The man's threats forced Juliet to keep her mouth shut. How will Juliet react when she discovers the man's identity? What will she do? Juliet doesn't know how her story will end, but there is one thing she will fight for. And that is her freedom.
Maria's Heart

Maria's Heart

Maria Moretti is a young woman who has always lived a quiet, ordinary life, far removed from the dangerous world of organized crime. A promising career as a lawyer and a tight-knit family keep her grounded, but everything changes when she crosses paths with Luca DeLuca, the ruthless and enigmatic leader of the DeLuca mafia family. Their initial encounter is a collision of fate and danger, one that pulls Maria into a world she never knew existed-and a love she never anticipated. But just as Maria begins to grow closer to Luca, she meets Adrian Valenti, the charming and ambitious head of a rival mafia family. Adrian is everything Luca isn't: calculated, smooth-talking, and hiding a dark past that intrigues her. The connection between Maria and Adrian is undeniable, creating a tense love triangle that throws her world into chaos. As Maria's feelings for both men deepen, she is forced to make impossible choices. Caught between the fierce loyalty to Luca, who has his own secrets and demons, and Adrian, whose past threatens everything, Maria must navigate a maze of lies, betrayals, and violence. In a world where loyalty means life or death, Maria's heart will be torn between two men who will stop at nothing to claim her. Maria's Heart is a story of love, betrayal, and survival in the dangerous world of mafia families, where the heart can be both a weapon and a weakness. As Maria learns the painful truth about the men she loves, she must decide what she's willing to risk-and who she is willing to trust-before the mafia's grip destroys everything she holds dear.
His Penance, My Freedom

His Penance, My Freedom

Two years, Alex. It's been two years. My whisper was dry, lost in the cold, vast living room where I knelt on marble, gripping his expensive trousers. For two years, since his mother' s death, this had been my life, my prison. He blamed me, twisted a lie of grief into his truth: I' d hidden her sickness for his company' s IPO. Every week, a different woman. They wore my robes, used my perfume, slept in our bed. My task: welcome, serve, clean. I swallowed humiliation because my father was sick, his treatments astronomically expensive. Alex Thorne, my husband, was my only hope. But when I begged for money, for my father on his deathbed, Alex sneered, "Let him die." "It's what he deserves for having a daughter like you." Then the hospital called: My father was gone. He took his own life, leaving a note, not wanting to be a burden. I was on my knees, begging for a life already lost. "Problem solved," Alex chirped to his current paramour, tossing my phone aside. My world shattered. He was a monster who savored my pain. Something inside me snapped. The part that endured, that hoped, broke. "No," I said, rising on shaky legs. "I want a divorce, Alex." He laughed, demanding I apologize to his mistress, then commanded me to clean toilets with a toothbrush. He was mocking me. Humiliating me. Using my deepest wounds as his amusement. But as I knelt once more, a single thought crystallised: I wouldn't just leave him. I would erase him. And when he then shoved me, triggering a terrifying pain and a warm, wet sensation, I knew my silent revolution had just begun. He might have killed my father and our unborn child, but he had just awakened the storm within me.
I Am Love, Mr. Billionaire!

I Am Love, Mr. Billionaire!

I am Loraine Windrug, the most eligible bachelorette on this continent, every man competes for exclusive rights to me. My bank account is loaded, I even own more cars than I can drive, my multimillion-dollar mansion has every convenience imaginable. Men long for me, either for their guaranteed business success after a date with me or as hunters because of my reputation as an elusive billionaire. Love is written all over me, everything I touch turns to gold, every party I go is a success, every commercial event I attend turns into a blockbuster. But I only date a handful of hotly singles with whom I share a secret friends-with-benefits relationship, satisfying my freaky side with wild, kinky sex. But I never trade my virginity. And then comes that inescapable moment when I fall hard on that one man who is far beyond my reach. Dordrich Fellogan; is a billionaire media mogul, but sadly enough, married. His wife Elena and his children adore him. Yet I pursue him, had him deep inside, but cannot keep him. His love is not mine. After one of my evil jealous ex-lovers hints his wife, she catches us red-handed in the act, started an embarrassing scene, I flee from his life. Five years later, when he is left a broken, bankrupt man, I return. I face him as a business partner. I own almost all the shares of his company. His wife abandoned him at the lowest point of his life, his future is now in my hands. I reinstate his media chain, drive him crazy with lust, but keep him out of my bed. When Elena wants him back, he’s to decide between Elena and me. But I am true love, desirable, unforgettable and more. The triumph card is with me…