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Billionaires Books for Women

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Eighty days with the Billionaire

Eighty days with the Billionaire

When William Edwards proposed, Adera thought her dreams had finally come true. After years of living in the shadow of her twin sister, she was going to have something uniquely hers. But the night before her wedding, Adera discovered her fiancé entangled with her twin, professing his love and plans to abandon her. Heartbroken and bitter, Adera drowned her sorrows at a club and woke up in a stranger's bed on what was supposed to be her wedding day. Now, her scandalous photos are all over the internet, and her ex-fiancé is preparing to marry her sister. Desperate and humiliated, Adera stands on a bridge, contemplating ending her life. Just then, a Rolls Royce pulls up, and a handsome stranger with mesmerizing emerald eyes steps out. "I know you think your life is over, but I need a bride for my wedding today," the deep baritone had her mind spiralling for a second until she processed his outrageous request. "Have you lost your mind?" She snapped. "You must be the only man in town who doesn't know about my reputation as a whore. Are you trying to mock me?" Although he felt a strange ache in his heart for her, desperation won over. "Darling, I do not care about your reputation. I just need you to get in a white dress and pretend to love me. I'm ready to pay any amount you want." Can Adera take a leap of faith with this mysterious man? Will pretending to love him offer her a chance at redemption, or plunge her into even deeper scandal? Could there possibly be secrets behind those captivating emerald eyes?
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Revenge Comeback

The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Revenge Comeback

For three years, Alyson endured a suffocating marriage, while her biological family treated her like a stray dog compared to her sister, Chelsea. She thought her husband Kenton would at least show her basic human decency. But during a horrific car crash in a freezing storm, Kenton used his own body to shield Chelsea. Meanwhile, a massive, out-of-control truck slammed into Alyson, throwing her broken body into a muddy ditch. With shattered ribs and blood blurring her vision, she reached out a trembling hand to him for help. Kenton just stared at her coldly through the rain. "Stop faking it. It's just a scrape." Without another glance, he wrapped his arm around the completely uninjured Chelsea and drove away, leaving Alyson to bleed out in the mud. Hours later, after being saved from the brink of death by a mysterious stranger, her phone rang. It was Kenton, furiously demanding she bring Chelsea's anxiety medication to the hospital. He didn't even care to ask where she was, let alone realize she was severely injured. Alyson couldn't understand how the man she loved could be so blindly cruel, or why her own parents constantly orchestrated her destruction. The pathetic hope she had clung to for three years finally shattered into dust. She dragged her battered body back to their penthouse, hiding a divorce settlement inside a stack of tedious charity documents. When Kenton arrogantly signed his name without reading a single line, Alyson turned her back on the toxic family for good.
The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

For three years, I was nothing but a ghost in my marriage, a pathetic stand-in forced to dress exactly like my billionaire husband's dead fiancée. On our third anniversary, he left me to face armed intruders in our remote estate alone. When I called him begging for help, he mocked me for faking a home invasion for attention and hung up to comfort his mistress. The nightmare only got worse. The next night, my stepmother and half-sister drugged me at a family gala, trying to ruin me by handing me over to a sleazy producer. I escaped into a pitch-black hotel suite, only to be overpowered by a drugged stranger in the dark. Traumatized and covered in bruises, I secretly took an emergency contraceptive pill. When my husband found the crumpled receipt on the floor, he didn't ask if I was hurt or where the violent marks on my neck came from. "You cheap whore. You broke the loyalty contract." He drafted the divorce papers immediately, stripping me of every penny, and ordered me thrown onto the street. He thought without his wealth, I wouldn't survive a day in New York and would come crawling back to him like a dog. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, dropped my diamond ring on his glass table, and walked out. What my arrogant ex-husband didn't know was that before I became his obedient shadow, I was "Lan"—the legendary, anonymous fashion designer the entire world was desperately looking for. Now, I was taking back my empire.
The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

I woke up in a bed of cold marble and silk, lying next to Armond Emerson—the billionaire CEO who treats people like disposable assets. Five years ago, I escaped his world with a secret that could destroy me; now, a single night of desperation had put me right back in his crosshairs. My nightmare was only beginning. My ex-boyfriend, Lucas, had me followed to the penthouse and was now using my family as target practice to force me back under his thumb. Within twenty-four hours, my gallery was seized, my bank accounts were frozen, and my brother was left bleeding on a warehouse floor with his painting hands crushed. Lucas’s threat was clear: "Kneel and beg, or I’ll make sure your little bastard in Queens has an accident." That "bastard" was Leo, my four-year-old son. He was the secret heir to the Emerson empire, and Armond had no idea he existed. To protect him, I sold my soul. I walked into Armond’s office and offered a deal: I’d be his fake fiancée to stabilize his board of directors if he destroyed Lucas. He agreed, but his touch was a brand and his suspicion was a knife. He started digging into the five-year gap in my resume, hiring investigators to peel back the layers of my time in Switzerland. I thought I could play the part of the harmless socialite until the danger passed. I thought I could keep my son hidden in the shadows of a crumbling Queens apartment while I played house with a monster. But after a brutal attack in a parking garage, I collapsed in Armond's arms, my consciousness fading as I whispered the one name I should have kept buried. As I lay sedated in his penthouse, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Armond answered it. "Mommy? Are you okay? Uncle Nate said the bad man hurt you." The silence that followed was the sound of my world ending. Armond stared at the caller ID, looking at the face of the son I had stolen from him, and finally realized exactly what I had been running from.
FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN

FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN

*You love me? No... you can't love a maid-a daughter of a prostitute, a one-night mistake like me. We're not from the same world. We can never be together. It's a dream that won't come true.* *Lily, that doesn't matter. I don't care where you're from or what your past is. I love you–and that's the only truth that matters.* Lily has always known her place-silent, invisible, and unworthy of love, especially from someone like Sebastian Kingsley, heir to a billion-dollar empire. Her life has been shadowed by the shame of her past, being the daughter of a high-class prostitute and born from a one-night mistake. Desperate for income as her mother's illness worsens, Lily takes a job as a maid in the Kingsley mansion. She never expected to steal the heart of the city's most powerful billionaire. But Sebastian, weighed down by family expectations and haunted by addiction and sleepless nights, sees something in her that no one else does-peace. Hope. Wholeness. To the world, Sebastian has everything. But behind the wealth and status is a man slowly breaking. Only Lily sees the truth behind the mask. Their love is passionate... but forbidden. Sebastian is already engaged-to Lily's sister. The woman society believes is perfect for him. The woman who would do anything to keep him. Lily is just a maid-powerless and easily disposable. She wants to run, to protect herself from the heartbreak she knows is coming. But how do you walk away from the only person who's ever made you feel truly alive? Can their love survive the storm of betrayal, societal expectations, and painful truths? Or will duty and deception tear them apart forever? In a world ruled by power, status, and secrets, Sebastian and Lily fight for a love that was never meant to be. He had everything–except happiness. She had nothing-except hope. Together, will they find a future worth fighting for?
Night With Mr. Billionaire

Night With Mr. Billionaire

"Bess, let's go home" I said to my friend who was also drunk. "I'll bess later, hmm, I'll go to the bathroom first, huh" he answered and started to walk. Hayst I really felt for his broken heart. My eyes were spinning. "why is that girl taking so long?" I was impatient to wait for her, maybe she left me. Even though I was dizzy, I tried to stand up and decided to look for her. Where did that girl go? I was just holding my head when I felt so dizzy. I leaned against the door without myself, wait, is this the comfort room? I was surprised when suddenly a man appeared in front of me but I couldn't really see his face because it's quite dark. "What are you doing here Ms.?" The sound of her voice was cold, so I was suddenly fixed, but suddenly I was out of balance, I was surprised by an arm wrapped around my waist. I was about to speak when he suddenly covered my lips. .I was about to struggle but he was holding me tightly. I don't know why but I couldn't control my body and just went along with his movements. "shit what happened?" I whispered softly noticing that this wasn't my room. I just pulled out of my head when I remembered what happened. You're G*ga Faye! I turned my gaze to the man by my side who had his back turned to me. I stood up quickly and looked for my clothes. After I got dressed, I immediately went out holding my cell phone. I had many missed calls. I ignored it and immediately hailed a taxi. when you're out "Faye! How many times can you have sex with someone you don't even know?" I tugged at my own hair....... I turned to my cell phone when it rang. Who could it be?. "hello?---" "you may start your work tomorrow, Ms. Sanchez" there was no emotional answer on the other line. wait....the voice seems familiar....hey maybe I just lacked rest so whatever--- "Ms. Sanchez are you still there or I will change----" "No sir, I'm going to work tomorrow morning." My smile finally reached my ears. I finally have a job. My smile disappeared because of this call. .. I looked at my phone when it rang with a message.