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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 Billionaire's Ex-Husband: Now Unreachable

The Billionaire's Ex-Husband: Now Unreachable

My Manhattan penthouse, a testament to my late father-in-law Michael Rossi's empire, felt like a gilded cage. As Michael' s chosen "legacy guardian," I was loyal, a steady presence. But to his daughter, my wife Isabella, I was just background noise, an obstacle to her obsession: rockstar Jules Vance. One day, she swept in, reeking of expensive perfume, ready to jettison for Austin and Jules. I handed her a stack of company papers, including a marital separation agreement Marc and I had subtly slipped in. Without a glance, she scribbled her name, dismissing our anniversary, her father's legacy, and me. Her heels clicked away, the door slamming shut, sealing my fate. She hadn't even noticed the separation. I was bound by a promise to a dead man, meant to protect a woman who saw me as a ghost, a joke to her and her flamboyant lover. Her casual cruelty and constant dismissal had built an insurmountable wall. Years of emotional suffocation, of being the quiet anchor to a woman who resented stability, finally took their toll. How could a marriage, painstakingly built by her visionary father, a man who saw me as a trusted son, be dissolved with such a careless flick of a pen? Her indifference was a brutal symbol of her utter disregard. I was simply exhausted. This time, her ignorance was my liberation. With her signature on that separation agreement, the decision was unequivocally made. I packed a single duffel bag, climbed into my old pickup truck, and drove north. Leaving the glittering city, the endless drama, and the woman who didn't want it, irrevocably behind. My new life had finally begun.
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.