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Billionaires Books for Women

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The Comeback Heiress

The Comeback Heiress

My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death. My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted metal car wreck, my own choked screams echoing in a silent void. Before that, the faces of those who had meticulously orchestrated my demise flashed into view. Izzy Vance, my father's "charity case," who wore my family's legacy and my triumphs like her own skin. Channing "Chad" Astor III, my indifferent fiancé, his eyes dismissing me as a mere stepping stone. Even my own brother, Harrison, looking right through me, his ruthless ambition a cold, sharp blade that cut me down. They hadn't just killed me; they had systematically dismantled my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in a fiery crash that was no accident, but a calculated murder. And now, inexplicably, I was back. 21 again. On the precise day my public downfall began in that wretched past life. The day of the infamous "Starlight Seraph" necklace incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored narrative that branded me as jealous and unstable. The memory of their insidious treachery, of being utterly played, burned with an acidic clarity. Why was I sent back to this cruel inflection point? How could I have been so blind? The injustice was a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, a freezing rage began to ignite. But no. Not this time. This time, there would be no tears, no agonizing screams. This time, I would not just survive. This time, I would utterly win.
Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna’s family was falling apart and facing a tragic demise; however, her heart sank when she clearly saw Travis Cooper’s name on the acquisition papers. She had no choice but to negotiate with him. Arianna lowered her head and relaxed her shoulders to ease the tension. She should show him gratefulness to make him happier, she thought, but she just couldn’t do it. “How would you be willing to leave my grandfather alone?” He casually poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her before replying, “I think the correct person to ask is the judge, no? The offenders are usually punished. This is a matter of justice, isn’t it?” Arianna was beginning to grow tired of his mood swings. “He is old, and his body is failing him. He would not last long in prison.” Arianna continued to try to sway him. “What can I do? I always admire devoted children.” His voice carried some ridicule, “But I’m not a charity. I only do transactions with interests. What would you do in exchange for the freedom of your grandfather?” Travis intertwined the fingers of his one hand with the other and rested his hands on his stomach as he leaned back in his chair once more. His expression was a bit lazy, “Since you entered this door, I’ve been waiting for the drama of you selling your body and soul to me in order to save your family member.” When Arianna didn’t reply, Travis explicitly said, “Maybe I’m just bored. I’d like to try something fun.” Arianna’s stomach felt like it had flipped. She looked at the handsome face that was now showing evil.