Billionaires Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Not Just a Horse: The CEO's Unstoppable Revenge
The quarterly board meeting was standard, a high-stakes, productive morning for me, Scarlett King, CEO of King Global. My phone vibrated discreetly on the mahogany, a text from my oldest friend, Maria, flashing urgently across the screen. "Scarlett. Urgent. Check this link. I'm so sorry." The link opened an Instagram reel, and my blood ran ice cold. It was Desert Mirage, my champion Arabian stallion-a treasured legacy from my grandfather-terrified, his magnificent coat matted with cheap glitter. A woman, Tiffany Starr, brutally yanked his reins. Then, sickeningly, my husband Ethan's laugh echoed, encouraging her. The caption seared: "Ethan says I can handle anything! Even this rich bitch's pony." My hands clenched. When I called, Ethan sounded annoyed. "Scarlett? Tiffany was just having fun. He's just a horse." He hung up, dismissing me as "uptight" to someone nearby, the line going dead. "Just a horse." My horse. My legacy. He dismissed it. He dismissed me. He sided with her. This wasn't mere abuse; it was a public desecration of my soul's depth, my family's legacy. The humiliation was a raw, physical ache, hardening into cold, pure fury. This was more than betrayal; it was a declaration of war. I didn't scream, I didn't cry. My mind honed to laser focus. I buzzed Marcus, my head of security. "Tiffany Starr is at the Chateau Marmont. Remove her. Publicly. Serve a restraining order. Revoke all King Global studio access." They wanted a war. They would get one they'd regret./0/36542/coverorgin.jpg?v=90170afff24a338ecf33fc5ec2f033be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Strategy: Husband's Allure
Stacy was set up a one-night stand business with a stranger man to get the medical treatment fee to save her mother. That night took her virginity and got her pregnant. Stacy never touched her husband, until one day she found her crippled husband Harry was involved with another woman. The woman met her and recognized that she was the one that she set up for that one-night stand. When she knew Stacy was pregnant with Harry's child, she tried to kill her and her baby with every means she could. But Stacy didn't know that man who slept with her that night was her husband, nor did Harry know the baby was his, until one day.../0/81316/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5365d568888703b683c18d89c080bf3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Humble Wife to Hamilton Queen
For seven years, I was Sarah Miller, the humble wife, playing along with my billionaire father's "test" to ensure my husband, David, valued me for himself, not my immense inheritance. Our Napa getaway was canceled for David's "urgent business trip," but a casual Instagram scroll shattered my world: a lavish party at my house, featuring my husband intimately with our housekeeper's daughter, Brittany, who flaunted my deceased grandmother's priceless Hamilton family heirloom bracelet. I returned home to find my house overrun, confronting David by the pool, his lips still on Brittany's. My slap silenced the crowd, but they quickly turned on me, throwing drinks and ripping my clothes, while David stood by, impassive, telling me, "Sarah, you're embarrassing yourself. Get out." The ultimate betrayal wasn't just his infidelity but his cold complicity; my husband, in my house, letting his mistress and her friends assault and humiliate me, all while my family's legacy mocked me from Brittany's wrist. Every insult fueled a cold, quiet fury. They had no idea who they were dealing with. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, reporting trespass, assault, and the theft of a priceless heirloom. As David, still arrogant, handed me divorce papers, I made one last call: "Mike, it's Sarah. I need you. Code Hamilton."/0/36543/coverorgin.jpg?v=54c9323b9f7299570118ecdecdac8c91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Bride, Substitute Love
"You're so cheap. And you don't even have a basic sense of shame." "I am not cheap at all. You are my first man. But for her, you aren't." He cupped my neck with his hand directly and asked word by word, "What did you say?" I reached out and pinched his waist gently with my fingers, pretending to be cynical. Then I added, "And I'm clean. I don't have any other man but you. You can enjoy me as much as you want." ****************** Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!/0/74828/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa35ae46e2a41e6369dccd138bddb52e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Last One Night-Stand With The Billionaire CEO
Nova Bassey had been married to Marvin for years until she found out he was cheating on her. At the time, another woman was already pregnant for him and she happened to be wealthier than Nova which resulted in a divorce paper being slammed in her face. Shattered like a broken glass, Nova slipped away from the world for a while to get control over her emotions again and ended up having a one night stand with an irresistible stranger. Weeks later, she found out she was pregnant and her whole world crumbled. How would she raise a baby on her own? Worse, it was for a man she didn't even know! She never knew that that was only the beginning of her problems. Arriving at her new job for a presentation, she meets with his taunting eyes and later finds him to be the CEO of the marketing firm she worked for. How was she to face the father of her baby and what would he even think of her if he heard she was pregnant? And what would she do when her ex husband realizes she had been the only one for him from thr start and starts to fight for her love?/0/94295/coverorgin.jpg?v=567127e8ab870289e99328ecca0f241b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wife's Fury, Dynasty To Ashes
On the anniversary of our son's death, I found my husband in our sacred cabin with his pregnant mistress. He sent me their wedding invitation, along with a recording of him calling me "tainted" from the trauma that killed our son, confessing he'd secretly sterilized me to get a "pure" heir. He thought he was starting a new dynasty; I decided to attend the wedding and burn his to the ground./0/47899/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f8c4e4680f8c1fb443c7429f16289c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
How To Become A Billionaire
"ELLESA WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON !!!" I woke up because of that thunderous voice. I got up and looked at the person at my bedroom door. And immediately a blanket covered my body "D-dad?" My answer is shocking. The person next to me moved and I felt stunned by it as well. "YOU'RE A DISGUSTING WOMAN. ANY MAN YOU MAY HAVE BROUGHT HERE! YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER! YOU'RE JUST GIVING THIS FAMILY SHAME!" He added. I want to cry because of dad's insult to me. I wanted to defend myself but I lost word. I can't talk back to my dad. "Mr. Craig? How did you get here? As far as I know your house isn't here." Dad's Sarcastic Promise. None of us spoke. "A lot of media is out because someone saw you last night in a parking lot at a club. REALLY? OUTSIDE YOU REALLY DID IT? YOU ELLESA! YOU'RE AN EDUCATED WOMAN RIGHT? BUT YOU ACT LIKE A LOWLY SLUT." He is there again for his insult. "I want you two to get married as soon as possible." Authoritative he said. "WHAT? HELL NO! I WILL NEVER DO THAT MR. GIBB!" Nate shouted. "Whether you agree it or not, you're going to marry my daughter. Or else I'll bring down your company. Don't fight me Mr. Craig." After that dad turned around./0/83913/coverorgin.jpg?v=685ca26b021708ca293a9439dbde3183&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress: A Billion-Dollar Reckoning
The day of my SATs, my first step toward freedom, began with a slap. Our Texas ranch was a river of mud, and the testing center was twenty miles away. My father, a self-made oil tycoon, didn' t even look up as I begged for fifty dollars. "Fifty dollars? Do you think money grows on trees, Gabrielle?" he sneered. Then came the slap, hard and fast, echoing through our cavernous living room. "Lazy and entitled," he spat, stealing the seventeen dollars I' d painstakingly saved. He kicked me out into the storm, telling me not to return until I'd learned the value of a dollar. My brother, Andrew, stood by, his face a mask of indifference. My mother was upstairs, oblivious, probably admiring a new diamond. As I trudged through the mud, a news report on our giant billboard flashed. It showed my family smiling on a stage, celebrating a one-million-dollar donation to an arts program in honor of my adopted sister, Molly. Her achievement? A C+ in art. They had just slapped me and thrown me out for a fifty-dollar ride to the most important exam of my life. The image of their smiling faces burned into my mind, washing away the tears I didn' t even realize I was crying. Defeated, I reached the testing center, only to find the doors locked. I tore my soggy admission ticket into tiny pieces, letting the rain carry them away. Something inside me broke. Or maybe, it finally healed./0/38166/coverorgin.jpg?v=8fb1a827386cd65576c6a440000dbd4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Hundred Days' Sweet Battle
In a conspiracy, she was reduced to sleep with a man, and her fiance refused to marry her on the spot. She became the biggest laughingstock in the upper class. Disdaining to explain, she left. Six years later, she returned with a genius son. In front of people, he was the decisive chairman of his business empire, indifferent and proud. Behind the public, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He was bossy, arrogant and enthusiastic. In front of his beloved woman, he only had one thought—to love her, endlessly! "Whoever makes my wife unhappy, I will make his whole family unhappy." Helian Zhaoting said coldly./0/36544/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0d6ddc684783d11ca1962da63ce5397&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Against My Ex-husband
"""I was infertile. My husband Edric said he would love me no matter what. For three years, he had always been gentle to me, I was happy that I found someone who truly loved me and didn't mind that I couldn't give him a child. Until one day, I learned the fact that he's been cheating on me a long time ago, living a double life, and having a baby with someone else. And that woman was a very close friend of mine. I was mad, I slapped her, but didn't expect it would kill her baby. Edric was furious and sent his lawyer to force me to sign the divorce agreement. I was told not to take any jewelry Edric bought me, and no property would belong to me, all I could do was just pack and leave. Three years later, I came back for revenge, with another man.../0/64447/coverorgin.jpg?v=438bf0284749a1acb773d625edd73367&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Melodies Of Affection
Mia, an orphan, has to struggle to make ends meet. She is a talented singer and she sings on the streets for money. But her life is set to change when the billionaire music mogul, Anthony sees her on the roadside on a fateful day. She didn't capture his interest in her career alone. She also captured his heart. Anthony makes Mia a contract marriage offer which she accepts as her key to escape poverty. However, she doesn't know that she will end up falling in love with Ethan. Olivia, Anthony's ex-girlfriend, comes to the picture with a pregnancy which she claims is Anthony's unborn child. Mia found out about a shocking revelation about her dead parents, and Anthony's involvement. Mia is bruised and bullied. What would happen to Mia? Would she be able to scale past her challenges?/0/25189/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9c81845a4d82ba38afe6f2650a3a9a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Midnight Secret
"Judie Ernst, the simple and pure girl, married Charles Shield, who was seriously crippled at 15, after being occasionally saved by him. Though Charles is physically disabled, Judie never simply regards him with sympathy, instead, she loves him and respects him as her reliable husband. However, each time her husband was out home, a masked man mysteriously appeared in her room and she was reluctantly embroiled with the masked man, which made her annoyed and unbearable as if she was cheating on her husband. Later, nevertheless, she’s surprised to find out that the masked man is actually..."/0/82941/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd1367389be237c7d11144540d207c3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Maltreated Wife's Glorious Comeback
Ashley has always lived her life on the reins after she got married to her husband Andrew Morales who in other words was a manwhore. Despite being married to Ashley, he still goes around sleeping with different women. Ashley silently endured all these treatment because she was a single mother and the society doesn't smile at single mothers. But everything changed with the arrival of a new boss at her company who fell for her Instantly. When she handed her husband the divorce papers, he went on his knees begging her. But it was already too late. Or was it not?/0/81319/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3f9eacbc520246be432ea18ba732aff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forensic Artist's Revenge
My sister Tiffany, an aspiring Instagram model, stood before me, her eyes glittering with ambition. News of tech billionaire Elijah Vance's wife, Anna Reid, first missing, then found dead in what was called an accident, had shaken our small town. "Chloe," she whispered, her voice low and urgent, "you're a forensic reconstruction artist, right? I need you to make me look exactly like Anna Reid." Then came the chilling confession: "I arranged her little 'accident,' sis. It was easy." My refusal was met with a terrifying snarl as she lunged, brutally assaulting me until darkness swallowed everything. I gasped, jolting upright, back in the exact moment before her deadly attack, the horrifying memory of my own murder by my sister still searingly fresh. The naive, kind-hearted Chloe was gone, burned away by betrayal and the cold reality of my family's capacity for evil. I realized my own parents, in that brief glimpse of a future, had covered up my death, protecting their precious Tiffany. A bone-deep chill settled in me, replacing the disbelief with a hardened, calculated fury. How could my own sister, my own flesh and blood, be so utterly monstrous, willing to commit murder and then attempt to extinguish me for her twisted ambition? The profound injustice of it all fueled a chilling resolve I'd never known. Meeting her impatient gaze, I managed a neutral expression. "Yes," I said, the single word a quiet promise of a future Tiffany couldn't possibly imagine. She wanted to walk into the fire, and I, reborn from the ashes of her betrayal, would be the one to light the match. I would become the architect of her destruction, using my very skills to set the stage for her downfall, turning the fearsome Elijah Vance into a weapon against her./0/20323/coverorgin.jpg?v=824ab10b079cc225ce7e63c00e7a2d79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beautiful and Healed (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant)
Completed:After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She comforts her and helped her battle depression and despair. Now that she's free, it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her. She's back with a new name Greta Stone wearing a sparkling dress and high heels./0/82293/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ac3ec46a208d4d97ec7c1a424f8c69e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Broke Me
Ethan Miller, a successful architect, believed he had it all – a fulfilling career and a beautiful, powerful wife, Isabella Vanderbilt, the CEO of a luxury empire whose name dripped old money. Publicly, they were Manhattan's golden couple, striving to conceive a Vanderbilt heir. But his seemingly perfect life shattered when he discovered Izzy' s chilling deception: unable to conceive naturally, she had secretly orchestrated a plan with Liam O' Connell, a younger man disturbingly similar to Ethan, to be the sperm donor and pass his child off as Ethan's. His cherished home transformed into a gilded prison at their Hamptons estate as Izzy isolated and gaslighted him, her cold ambition eclipsing any remorse. He was subjected to a horrific ordeal, physically and psychologically tormented by Liam, the very man who usurped his place and lineage. How could the woman he loved and trusted so deeply betray him with such cruel precision, turning his entire existence into a meticulously crafted lie? The pain of her treachery was a physical wound, deepening his confusion and overwhelming sense of injustice. Just as despair threatened to consume him, facing ultimate humiliation and potential death, a dramatic rescue by his brother revealed the full, brutal scope of Izzy's manipulations. Now, Ethan must decide whether to seek justice and rebuild a life far from the wreckage, or remain tethered to the toxic legacy that nearly destroyed him, and the child caught in its snare./0/50497/coverorgin.jpg?v=cce13dbb864647737de3b71a9e826d26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Return
“Mummy, Is the President our daddy?” Layla asked curiously, head tilted sideways. Her brothers listened in attentively, obviously wanting a response. I forced out a chuckle as I crouched low before her to cup her soft cheeks. “Honey, the president isn’t your daddy. The President is a very wicked person.” “But, we met him today and he was very polite. He even complimented my hair.” Layla continued earnestly and my heart hammered against my chest fearfully. “Cupcakes, whenever you run into the President; stay away from him because he’s very cruel, okay?” ~~~ Zendaya Montclair unwillingly got into a contract marriage with the President and suffered a great deal in the marriage– from having to break up with her high school sweetheart because of the marriage, to depression, to public humiliation– to her ex-boyfriend whom she was still in love with, getting married to her supposed best friend. Zendaya was heartbroken. She got drunk that night and spent it in her husband’s bed, which instantly led to an accidental pregnancy. The President wanted her to get rid of the pregnancy because he never saw her as a mother of his future children and only a wife of convenience. That was the last straw. Zendaya left everything behind and fled, promising herself to come back for revenge on every single person who had wronged her. Including the President, she was going to make him pay!/0/25190/coverorgin.jpg?v=84dea22f1e35b161a2c233e8b1376486&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Me
"The story began with a contract of hidden marriage, which combined Jessica, the most ordinary girl, with Lance, the most powerful and mysterious man in B City. However, for Jessica, the hidden marriage was not so sweet as she imagined, instead, her husband was cool and flirtatious. When he hooked up with a pop actress again and made the whole city known, she decided to divorce him, but her request for divorce was surprisingly rejected by him. Jessica was annoyed with him, but she had no power to conquer. Unexpectedly, a new gossip spread all over the city that the pop actress lost all her jobs in the film industry because she offended the most powerful businessman’s wife. Jessica wondered, “Who is the wife?”"/0/85862/coverorgin.jpg?v=94f4e587feae4f2d7bd6f8ad27a39f12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback
The ghost of my right hand ached, a constant reminder of the car crash that stole my career as a concert pianist five years ago. My husband, tech mogul David Miller, had lovingly built me a gilded cage-a penthouse palace where I was his celebrated, wounded wife, a testament to my sacrifice. "It's a masterpiece, David. The whole thing," I overheard his best friend, Mark, say. "The comeback story, the adoring husband. You've played it perfectly." My fingers hovered over the piano keys in my studio. My breath caught. "Still," Mark pressed, his voice dropping, "that car crash... it was perfectly staged. How could you know Olivia would sacrifice her hand to save you?" My world crumbled. Staged? I crept to the library door, peeking through the crack. David, swirling amber liquid, smirked. "Because she loves me," he purred, "just as I love Sarah." Sarah Jenkins. His protégé. The brilliant pianist who had risen in my place. "Ollie was always in the way," he continued. "Her talent... it was too loud. Sarah needed a clear path. I gave her one." My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a scream. The charity galas, the custom gowns, the public adoration-it wasn't love. It was a cover-up. My agonizing years of practice, my belief that my music was a testament to our shared survival-all a grotesque joke. He hadn't honored my sacrifice; he'd celebrated his crime. My life, my love, my loss-all a meticulously crafted lie. My world didn't just crumble; it was obliterated. In the rubble, cold, hard revenge began to sprout. He thought he had silenced me, turned me into a beautiful, broken symbol. He was wrong. I would not be a guest performer at the Golden Rose. I would be a competitor. I would take back everything he had stolen. I would burn his entire empire to the ground./0/83267/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c8ff766062235a3dfab74856c889dbc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
