Billionaires Books for Women
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Mixed Feelings
Venessa foster 18 years old cute, naive, and kind-hearted person. she was living a normal life with good grades until she meets a devil living in a greek god-like body. Lorenzo Francisco, 26 years old ruthless, cold, unforgiving, manipulative, and merciless businessman. As C.E.O of Francisco group's, he has billions on his name. The wind carries the way he kills and manipulates people in Los Angeles making everyone tremble in fear. He was envied by men and wanted by women. What happens when this dark and aloof billionaire meets the naive Venessa? Will love win the game?/0/74132/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6947e99184be7bb86cfcc535afd5e64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Stole The Billionaire's Heart
If there was something very significant the Aquila's were known for, it is the ability to get whatever they set their eyes on. Fate has been cruel to them recently since the diagnosis of an ailment on the heir of the Aquila family's , Enzo Aquila, leading to the impromptu blind date organized by his mother for him to an unknown girl, Camila, a young vibrant college drop out residing with her grandmother since the death of her parents. Life hasn't been fair to her either, so when her grandmother comes home one day and announces to her about a blind date with a certain wealthy goon, she knew she had no choice but to accept or risk being thrown out of her comfort zone. What has fate designed for these two people who met due to unfortunate incidents thrust at them by fate? And how are they going to endure to break down every barrier to reach their happy ever after?/0/71212/coverorgin.jpg?v=c07d641bdc51290cb95d106a72381e6e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Genius Triplets: Ex Wife Hidden Identity
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker./0/45905/coverorgin.jpg?v=312ac472a617fe2c00a57a56e308f9bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MORE NIGHT WITH RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE
We Can't Have The Best of Both Worlds At The Same Time. He is bad, he is ruthless, he makes life hard for me but I keep on coming back. Maybe because I find the warmest touch in the coldest man that I know. And that warmth, consumed me, forever. prologue "F*ck Pey.. You are driving me crazy.." I turned my body around to face him. He is huge and long, no matter what I do, his masculinity doesn't just leave my body. I swung a few more times. His leg muscles stiffened. I can see how it stiffens with every movement I make on top of him. I heard him groaned, he balled his fists even. I know he is close but he is holding it back, he is really that stubborn. even his own happiness has to be canceled even though it's going to be there. "Hey.. I'm coming." He said breathlessly. I immediately moved my body away from him. I faced him on my knees. Chest to chest. I am panting while his eyes were closed. however, I still heard his chest beating. I caressed his handsome face. I only do this whenever he reaches the peak of happiness. The only moment that he wouldn't notice that I am watching him. Adoring his perfect structure. his defined jaw, chiseled nose and his long eyelashes. It's like an angel who came down from heaven. He opened his mouth as he gasped for air. His brown eyes sparkled a little. Yes, the eyes of this stupid are blue. I tweaked his thick hair to get revenge on this animal without him realizing it. I felt the gush of hot thick liquid in my back. I closed my eyes at the amount he released. If one isn't really good, I won't give it to you. but since he introduced me to this game, I couldn't say no. My body betrayed me badly. "Peyton.." He whispered while kissing the side of my ear. "One more." It's still a language. You are really shit Alec Xerxes Valdemar./0/60182/coverorgin.jpg?v=78619a402d7ab347b55c06ff1ecbaa57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love In Black And White
Leia Summers burning desire to lose her virginity leads her to an encounter with Alexander Black. Little does she know that he is a powerful billionaire with a haunted past. Their one night stand lingers in both their minds, stirring unexpected emotions. As Leia becomes occupied with thoughts of their encounter, Alexander proposed a deal she could never refuse and in the process she discovers a devastating truth about his past which connects with hers. What happens when Alexander finds out that he is the cause of Leia's Psychological trauma? Will the revelation shatter their feelings for each other? Will Leia hold on to him despite the series of unfortunate events?/0/82569/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c46f2f77cb58438eca1fddf48e673e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Crown: The Heiress Reclaims
I was Ava Chen, a senior software engineer at NovaTech Dynamics, deliberately hiding my true identity. My secret: I was the legitimate heir to the tech giant, Chen Legacy Holdings, meticulously planning to reclaim my father' s empire after his recent death. My engagement to NovaTech' s CEO, Mark Olsen, was simply a strategic facade. Then Mark introduced Jess Riley, a new intern he hailed as a coding prodigy. She was my younger half-sister, the daughter of the woman my father left my mother for-the woman who shattered our lives. Mark, completely oblivious, assigned me to mentor Jess. Instead, Jess constantly undermined me, taking half-baked ideas directly to Mark, who praised her "initiative." When I submitted a professional review detailing her incompetence, Mark publicly tore it up. He then humiliated me, promoting Jess to my Project Lead role and demoting me to junior coding, telling me to "learn a thing or two." The ultimate betrayal came when our flagship project' s database was wiped. Jess, feigning innocent tears, subtly framed me, and Mark, consumed by her manipulative lies, claimed she was my father' s true heir. He pulled the server plug, screaming accusations of corporate espionage, and had me arrested on the spot. I stood there, utterly speechless, the man I thought I loved, completely deluded, sacrificing me for her. The faint scar on my collarbone, a memento from a childhood accident engineered by Jess' s mother, throbbed with cold fury. They thought they had broken me. They had no idea who they were truly dealing with. Hours later, my discreetly retained legal team had me released, all charges dropped. My carefully laid plans, years in the making, were now brutally accelerated. The quiet reclamation strategy was over. It was time for a ruthless, full-scale war to take back everything that was rightfully mine./0/93925/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a15f9d972afd801566c5a3627b9a7e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price Of Their Cruel Deceit
Three years after my fiancé, Kaden, left me at the altar, he crashed back into my life. He found me pregnant, living in the grand mansion he still believed was his birthright. He wasn't alone. My ex-best friend, Chelsey, stood beside him, her eyes scanning the home with pure greed. They cornered me, their faces twisted with rage, demanding to know who the father of my "bastard" child was. When I refused to answer their insane accusations, their questions turned to violence. They slapped me, shoved shards of broken glass into my mouth, and pinned me to the floor. Chelsey smiled as she drove her stiletto heel into my stomach. Then Kaden delivered a final, brutal kick. In that horrifying instant, I felt the tiny, fluttering life inside me go still. They had murdered my son. They laughed when I sobbed that the baby belonged to Kaden's older brother, Angus. "Everyone knows he's sterile," Kaden sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The car accident ten years ago made sure of that." They were so blinded by a decade-old rumor they refused to believe the impossible truth. But just as they threw my broken body into the pool to drown, a car smashed through the estate gates. It was Angus. And they were about to learn the devastating truth: he wasn't just the baby's father. He was my husband./0/84192/coverorgin.jpg?v=43dda08f78579dd3026f78dd86d9c299&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Soul Swap Protocol: A Husband's Revenge
The day my wife, Jen, ghosted me was the day of my nephew's baptism. I was supposed to be in San Diego, but instead, I was in Austin, staring at my phone, a cold dread creeping into my gut. A notification popped up: an Instagram story from Jen showing her hand intertwined with a man' s, captioned, "Finally picking up where we left off. This time, I'm not letting go." My custom 8-bit heart wedding ring, symbolizing everything we built, was gone from her finger. It was Ethan Lester, her high school sweetheart, the washed-up football star now selling cars. My furious comment on her post vanished, then her call came, her voice filled with a fury I didn't recognize. "You're so toxic, Andrew!" she yelled. "You need to apologize. Not to me. To Ethan. He's my true love, and you've been nothing but a placeholder!" Four years, my love, my work, reduced to a placeholder. Later that night, the 'true love' showed up at my house, boasting about my wife being 'always his,' a smug parasite preying on her because he smelled our company's money. He lunged at me with a pathetic punch, which I easily countered, pinning him face-down on my lawn. Suddenly, a holographic interface shimmered before my eyes, revealing Ethan' s terrifying debt: maxed-out credit cards, delinquent auto loans, gambling debts, and an eviction notice. He wasn't just a parasite; he was desperate, drowning, and our company was his life raft. Then, a new glow appeared: "Designated Soul Swap Protocol Activated. Targets: Jennifer Hewitt, Ethan Lester. One-Time Opportunity. Execute? Y/N." A cold, sharp clarity cut through my rage. This wasn't just a system; it was a solution, a way to show Jen exactly what her "true love" was made of, and I mentally selected 'Y.'/0/56614/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4f4a91ff788ad6e5770ffead322ce97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BILLIONAIRE'S PERFECT MATE
"The Billionaire's Perfect Mate" is a captivating story of love and redemption. Ellie Edwards, an orphan working as a stripper at Cheetahs in Los Angeles, struggles to make ends meet. Edward Lion, a wealthy millionaire, was forced into a loveless marriage that ended in betrayal. Seeking distraction, he visits Cheetahs and is instantly captivated by Ellie. "Ellie, I knew you were the one who would bring my life to completion the moment I laid eyes on you. I'm not just standing here taking your hand in marriage; I'm also promising you my undying love. I promise to be your best friend, your steadfast ally, and your constant companion. I pledge to support you at your highs and lows, to rejoice in every victory, no matter how tiny, and to share in your pleasures and sorrows. I promise to be a constant source of support, a shoulder to weep on, and a rock you can rely on. I give you my heart, my soul, and everything I am, Ellie, with this ring, both now and forever." She looked into Edward's eyes and saw his unwavering love for her. As their romance blossoms, they embark on a journey filled with passion and hope. However, Ellie's mysterious past threatens to shatter their newfound happiness. Will their love withstand the trials ahead?/0/82570/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b85bc7692d695bebe0978b31a4cb442&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heir: A Father's Regret
Emily Carter, a young woman battling a chronic illness while struggling in poverty, yearned for recognition from her wealthy CEO father, David Harrison. The night he received a major philanthropy award, she hoped to bridge their estrangement by presenting her research for a community health clinic, a tangible demonstration of her capabilities. Instead, she was publicly humiliated by her stepsister Brittany and met with cold, outright rejection from David. His cruel words echoed: "I'm done supporting you and your mother's legacy of shame." Unbeknownst to David, his wife Victoria and Brittany had systematically drained Emily's trust fund, sabotaged her reputation, and ensured her desperate pleas-even for her sick dog, Scout-were dismissed. Despite winning a full Johns Hopkins scholarship, every attempt Emily made to prove her worth was met with suspicion and further manipulation, leaving her isolated and ultimately, mourning the loss of her beloved companion. How could a man celebrated for developing life-saving drugs remain utterly blind to his own daughter's silent suffering and aspirations? Why did he continuously believe the insidious lies orchestrated by his new family, seeing Emily only as a burden, a "nuisance"? The crushing pain of his persistent rejection felt like a fresh wound on an age-old scar. Dying in a hospice on her 18th birthday, Emily sent a final, heartbreaking voice message to her father, asking only for him to say her name. His anonymous, impersonal text reply was the last devastating blow, sealing her tragic fate and unknowingly igniting a catastrophic unraveling of his carefully constructed reality./0/83219/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6fa9b8bc6b40c40297c54ea145c4c72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not His Son: The Billionaire's Fury
My life as a self-made millionaire seemed perfect alongside my wife, Jessica, and our six-year-old son, Leo. Then, the doctor's words hit like a brick wall: "End-stage renal disease. He needs a transplant." My brother, Kevin, was Leo's only match. But instead of a selfless act, he smirked, demanding my vacation home, two million dollars, and 20% of my company for a life-saving kidney. My own father, Frank, and the rest of my family backed his outrageous extortion. I said no. The room erupted. My wife shrieked, my father raged, and Kevin gloated, calling me a monster. Jessica wasted no time, launching a viral GoFundMe immediately: "Help My Son When His Millionaire Father Won't." The internet condemned me instantly, painting me as a heartless villain willing to let his child die over money. Why would a man who built an empire from nothing risk it all, and supposedly his own son's life, for mere dollars? Was I truly the monster they saw? They thought I was insane, blinded by greed. But as I calmly froze our joint accounts and walked into the hospital cafeteria where they were celebrating their public shaming campaign, they had no idea. The truth I was about to unleash would shatter their world, not just mine. This wasn't about money; it was about a deeply buried, horrifying secret I had been preparing to expose for months./0/26765/coverorgin.jpg?v=6abea03e844802f230555e78c1949d2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Dominating Apollo
"D...Don't...Ah!!" I moaned even though I tried hard not to. He has something in him that always makes a woman moan his name as he touches them. "You know very well that you can't resist the temptation then why try..." He was pushing it deeper while brushing his lips over my earlobe. "Say the word..." He whispered. "Daddy," *** Clarissa Green, a sweet, beautiful, hot-headed and stubborn woman who hates it when someone disrespects or speak low of her. She has faced many obstacles in life which made her a strong and amazing woman. Apollo Villin, He's calm and collective, smart, manipulative, cold, notorious multi-billionaire who's famous for his looks and his mysterious personality. *** Secrets will be revealed, hearts will get broken and relationships get destroyed./0/82895/coverorgin.jpg?v=f619e42f739e7a83cbb20d2726596538&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not Your Nanny Anymore
My life with tech billionaire Ethan Hayes, two seemingly perfect children, and a meticulously managed household in New York City, was outwardly flawless, a gilded cage where my tireless efforts remained invisible and unappreciated. I awakened abruptly, not in the sterile care facility of my terrifying premonition where I lay neglected and alone near death, but startlingly, in my own bedroom, vibrant and 35, now burdened with a chilling crystal-clear replay of a future where Ethan' s deep-seated affection for his college sweetheart, Chloe Vance, alongside our children' s gradual alienation, directly led to my abandonment and lonely demise. Recognizing this as a dire warning rather than a dream, I swiftly filed for divorce, deliberately setting the stage for Chloe to replace me, hoping to avert the impending tragedy, a decision that paradoxically accelerated my projected torment. Chloe' s insidious infiltration deepened, turning my children against me, culminating horrifically when my son, EJ, falsely accused me of enabling his severe peanut allergy, prompting Ethan, believing their cruel lie, to forcibly spoon peanut butter into my mouth, and as I choked on the allergen, my children chillingly clapped, proclaiming, "Now she knows!" The excruciating pain of that forced ingestion, quickly followed by EJ's vengeful shove that brutally fractured my ankle-all met with Ethan's callous indifference and Chloe' s feigned concern-left my heart a barren wasteland, utterly consuming every ounce of the love and years of devoted care I had bestowed upon them. With an unwavering, steel-cold resolution, declaring "I' m the nanny. And the nanny quits," I severed every remaining tie, abandoning the mansion and their poisonous presence for a new life, irrevocably free, leaving them to face the consequences of their shocking cruelty./0/84842/coverorgin.jpg?v=06431611bac01785c7db57b98d304662&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mistress, Her Freedom
I spent five years meticulously crafting myself into the perfect accessory for my tech mogul husband, Liam. Three surgeries, a revised personality, and even honey-blonde hair-all designed to mirror the woman he truly desired, Sarah Jenkins. Tonight, our fifth wedding anniversary, was supposed to be the culmination of my efforts, the night he finally saw me. But the perfect facade shattered with two words from Liam, overheard from the hallway: "A placeholder." He was talking about me. His chilling laughter echoed as he confessed to his friends that our marriage was merely a convenience, a cruel stand-in until Sarah, his true love, returned. He not only dismissed my existence but reveled in the "pathetic" way I had tried to become her, even commissioning a mole on my shoulder to perfectly mimic hers for his twisted fantasy. The woman I had worked so hard to emulate was now back, and he hadn' t even told me. Instead, he\'d used my private college sketchbook, filled with my artistic dreams, as a weapon for her to mock and discard. When I confronted Sarah for my sketchbook, she deliberately twisted and re-fractured my wrist in front of Liam, who chose to protect her, accusing me of being "dramatic" and leaving me abandoned in the hospital. My husband, who once swore to cherish me, had chosen his mistress over his injured wife, again. The pain from my broken wrist was nothing compared to the agony of his betrayal, the profound realization that everything I had given him was built on a foundation of lies and contempt. I was discarded, not just as a wife, but as a person. But amidst the wreckage, a cold, hard clarity settled. I would no longer be a convenient distraction. I would reclaim the artist I buried and ensure Liam understood the true cost of his cruelty./0/46233/coverorgin.jpg?v=af4ec970e2c0da26d65f96b711385a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Till Death, A Bloody Vow
My husband Adam and I built our empire on a vow made in blood: "Till death do us part." For fifteen years, that promise was our foundation. Then I found the photos of his mistress. He refused a divorce, trapping me with our vow while she called to announce her pregnancy. He chose her, even hitting me to protect her. At their wedding, I played a recording of him calling me "damaged goods" and "barren." "What use is a wife who can't give you an heir?" he'd asked her. But his mistress had sent me a little wedding gift: a file detailing the kidnapping I'd suffered years ago. It wasn't a random attack. Adam had planned it. He orchestrated it to break me, and in the process, he caused the miscarriage of our only child. The final report in the file was his own medical records. I wasn't the one who was barren. He was. And her baby wasn't his./0/80301/coverorgin.jpg?v=f198a4f99c54824c81040517db5a0d4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On My Wedding Day, My Love Disappeared
My name is Ethan Prescott, scion of a powerful family, destined for a life groomed by expectation. My future was mapped out: marry Victoria Sterling, secure the Prescott legacy, forge a formidable alliance. But then I met Sarah, a bright, real woman who painted harbors and loved the sea. She awakened a truth in me that transcended wealth and duty, and I promised her a future, vowing to defy my iron-willed mother, Eleanor. But Eleanor's ultimatum crashed down, a brutal choice: marry Victoria and save my family's name, or watch Sarah's world crumble, utterly destroyed. I caved, clinging to a twisted compromise: marry Victoria, give them an heir, then we'd be free. What began as a desperate hope became a living nightmare. I stood by, powerless, as Victoria’s calculated lies smeared Sarah, accusing her of crimes, orchestrating public humiliations, even leading to physical assault at my mother's command. I watched Sarah’s spirit break, her belief in me shatter, all while I built a public facade of a perfect family with Victoria and our children, Lily and Daniel. Each "temporary" sacrifice I made was a new knife in her heart. How could I, the man who swore to protect her, become the architect of her deepest agony? Each decision fueled by fear, each broken promise, only cemented my role as her tormentor, crushing the very soul I claimed to love. I was a fool, chained by duty, believing my elaborate ruse protected her, when in reality, it was destroying her. But just as I stood at the altar, moments from sealing my public fate with Victoria, the horrifying truth erupted. I heard Victoria's chilling confessions of pure manipulation—the fake illnesses, the staged "accidents," even her "miscarriage"—and my own mother's cold admission of forcibly banishing Sarah. Now, the scales have fallen from my eyes. I know the depths of their deceit, and I will tear down their empire to find Sarah and reckon with the ghosts of my unforgivable past./0/86790/coverorgin.jpg?v=777d5b4ce0884e83816f1ae67114e0b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Final Cut: Love Lost
Ethan Miller, a game developer, was lost in his pixelated world until his fiancée, Chloe, shattered it. He watched online as she flaunted herself with billionaire Julian Harrison, a man old enough to be her father, wearing a sapphire bracelet he couldn't afford. Chloe's merciless abandonment followed. She returned to their apartment only to trash his monitor, mocking him as a "broke nobody" and declaring her love for Harrison right to his face, adding insult to injury. The deep betrayal and humiliation felt like a physical blow. He stared at the shattered screen, the broken pieces of his game, of his life. Chloe packed her bags, laughing as she left, promising Monaco and a life he couldn' t dream of. His world spiraled-a small apartment, a crashed monitor, and the echoing words of Chloe with her new lover. He was a victim, a nobody. Everything they had built was fake, like the pixels on his screen. But the hurt quickly solidified into a cold, burning anger. He picked up his phone, dialed a number he hadn't touched in three years, and with a steady voice, declared, "Dad, I'm coming home."/0/75110/coverorgin.jpg?v=5faf2aec131f6ac0e25b1bff8ec474ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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