Billionaires Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Missing CEO's Wife
Being a widower with one child for four years did not make Arion give up on finding his wife's whereabouts. Tania's body disappearing in a plane crash didn't convince the guy she was dead. He never missed a day to look for Tania's whereabouts. "If she's really dead, at least her body should be in front of me." That was the sentence Arion always said to strengthen his life. After four years, a miracle finally came. The figure he had been looking for all this time was now standing right in front of him. However, there was something strange. No, there wasn't. It was not Tania. That woman did not know Arion at all. She was even trying to stay away from Arion. So, was it her? Or was it just another person with a similar appearance? But is it true that there are people who look so much alike that the surrounding people can't tell the difference? What kind of mystery does that woman have that Arion won't let her go?/0/32663/coverorgin.jpg?v=20221002205545&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SHIELD OF LIGHT
Aila’s writing career has been stagnant since she moved to the city, so when her editor comes to her with a project unlike any other, she hopes this will be her big break. The assignment? An expose on a bachelor billionaire tycoon that everyone in the city is talking about. The goal is to uncover something unseemly about his background and ruin his reputation. Aila feels bad about it, but if this is the price for success, she decides that she is willing to pay it. Besides, the public deserves the truth, right? What will happen when Aila poses as a high end estate agent and finds out more than why she was there? Will she complete the assignment or drive into the past that keeps calling her? Who are the dead innocent souls and how did everything begin?/0/44083/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1d931d445cb9cfd2a522756c5b86633&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Solace
Arthur and Helena, two strangers, met at a fateful moment when each desperately needed comfort. Arthur had left his family to escape his narcissistic parents' emotionally draining environment, while Helena sought refuge from city life and Israel's vengeful parents. She grieved the loss of her billionaire boyfriend, Israel, whom she vowed to love forever. Helena's trust was fragile as she opened up to Arthur and found solace in his comforting arms. She felt herself falling for him until she realized the truth about his identity - a truth that threatened to break her trust in him forever. Now Arthur must prove his pure intentions to Helena to keep her in his life. But can Helena ever trust him again? Does Arthur's love have the power to replace Israel in Helena's heart, or will he lose hope and choose what is safest for himself? This is not your typical Billionaire story – this is a story about battling love and trust amidst chaos and despair./1/107440/coverorgin.jpg?v=d180ce2795696211b829366b1d40e3d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Asset: Carrying His Heir
I stood in the marble bathroom of the Pierre Hotel, staring at the two pink lines that signaled the end of my life as I knew it. The dates didn't match my sterile, arranged engagement to a business heir; they matched a blizzard in Davos and a man whose name I had tried to scrub from my memory. I thought I’d hidden the test deep in the trash, but my stepsister Kendall was a viper who had been watching. Moments later, in the middle of a high-stakes gala, she stood on stage and projected a giant image of my positive pregnancy test onto a screen for all of New York’s elite to see. The fallout was instantaneous and brutal. My fiancé, Preston, didn't ask for an explanation; he simply announced to the room that our merger was terminated because I was a "fraudulent asset." My stepfather, Senator Hansen, didn't offer a hand as I was swarmed by reporters; instead, he had security drag me out into a freezing rainstorm, hissing that I was a liability who had tanked his campaign. Barefoot and soaking wet on the sidewalk, I watched his black town car splash gutter water over me as I realized my bank cards were frozen and my apartment was already being sold from under me. I huddled in the rain, feeling the strange, protective heat in my abdomen, realizing my own family had orchestrated a public execution of my character. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me destitute and destroyed. "Who is the father?" the reporters screamed, their flashes blinding me as I collapsed on the wet concrete. I had been discarded like trash by the people who were supposed to love me, left with nothing but the secret growing inside me and a flash drive that could burn the city to the ground. But I had one nuclear option left. When a black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb, I didn't beg for a ride. I held up the drive containing the evidence of Corbin Heath’s illegal offshore accounts—the cold-blooded billionaire who was the true father of my child. "I want sanctuary, my father’s freedom, and my assets unfrozen," I told him, shivering but resolute. Corbin looked at me with eyes like cold steel and offered a deal that felt more like a hostile takeover than a rescue. He would protect me, but only if I signed a contract that made me his wife and gave him total control over my life and his heir. I had escaped the wolves only to sell my soul to the devil, and as the car door clicked shut, I realized the war for my survival had only just begun./0/59101/coverorgin.jpg?v=13a6cd7f60f3423308aa49879633340a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO’s Reluctant Heart
When fiercely independent corporate lawyer Eva Montgomery is hired to defend Blackwood Enterprises in a high-stakes lawsuit, she expects a challenging case—but not the intense, unyielding CEO, Adrian Blackwood. Their initial clashes are fiery, their interactions laced with animosity and electric tension. But as Eva digs deeper into the case, she uncovers a conspiracy that threatens not just the company, but Adrian’s very legacy. Adrian Blackwood is a man used to control, driven by a need to protect his empire at all costs. Eva’s sharp mind and unyielding spirit both infuriate and intrigue him, igniting a battle of wills that neither expected. As the lawsuit intensifies, so does their attraction, pulling them into a whirlwind of passion and power. But trust is fragile, and secrets have a way of surfacing. When Eva stumbles upon evidence suggesting Adrian’s possible complicity in the plot against his own company, their burgeoning relationship is thrown into chaos. With everything on the line, can they navigate the treacherous waters of betrayal and desire to find the truth—and each other?/0/21869/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc14eed947862fc4468158900452fa86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge on the Billionaire
“Jake! You forced yourself on me! Used me as your punch bag! For years! You enjoyed it, didn’t you! Now I want a divorce!” Fairy tales exist only in books and movies. Ashley’s story took a dark turn before her engagement to billionaire Jake Grayson. She was attacked, mutilated, left for dead. “Ashley? That ghoul! She’ll scare away children!” “God knows how the ugly woman seduced Jake!” She was framed for murder, married to the man who sought revenge on her. “You killed my sister, you pig! Now I will make you pay!” When Ashley thought things couldn't get any worse, little did she know, the suffering had just begun./0/61604/coverorgin.jpg?v=490f324acfa00b114ee030632c9df1ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Saved by the billionaire
“I'm beautiful, I'm wanted”, she whispers through her tears, countering her father’s words in her head. “You’re the reason why my life is the way it is, the reason for my suffering and poverty. You're a wicked child.” Rojo’s voice echoed again in her head like when one stands and shouts into a dark tunnel with sounds ricocheting off the tunnel walls.“I'm the architect of my life and no one else’s, my other names are solace and wealth. Not suffering” — she swiped angrily at her tears, — “or poverty. But solace and wealth and I am a beautiful child.”/0/85226/coverorgin.jpg?v=129aec1b3ca78b1cd6e91cc32ead155a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Cold Smile of Revenge
My life was a monument, built brick by brick on my mother' s legacy, dedicated to a name that meant integrity, quality, and family. Then, in a sterile hospital room, it all ended. The man I married, Mark, took everything: my company, my home, my inheritance, and the future of my unborn child. I had saved him from ruin, pulling him from the wreckage of his own failed ventures, using my funds and company resources to clear his name. In return, he promised me the world, and like a fool, I believed him. I invested my expertise, my connections, my family' s capital into him, helping him climb the corporate ladder, all while he climbed on my back. At my most vulnerable, six months pregnant, he stole my designs and sold them to our biggest rival. When I confronted him, he stood with Emily, the woman from that rival firm, sneering, "Even if Emily is ruthless, she loves me and would never betray me!" He twisted the knife, "You\'re just a pawn, Sarah. Bound by our family\'s contract. A tool. If it weren\'t for avenging what your family did to Emily\'s years ago, I wouldn\'t have even bothered with you!" He unraveled everything, funding Emily\'s projects with my firm\'s assets, selling off my child' s future. The hatred consumed me, a fire that burned away every last ounce of love. Then, the world went dark. I woke up, not in that hospital, but in my own bed, two years earlier. My stomach was flat, no baby, no pain. The digital clock showed the exact day Mark first brought Emily home. I heard his voice downstairs, her laugh. He knew. He had come back too. A cold smile spread across my face. "Grandfather," I said, my voice clear and steady as I joined them. "Since Mark likes this woman so much, let\'s welcome her into the family." He had expected tears, not this. My hatred, reborn, was a razor\'s edge. He had just welcomed a viper into his home, a corporate raider I knew would drain him dry in less than ten days./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!/0/81628/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195644&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress's Backlash
For two years, I worked myself to the bone, delivering greasy takeout and scraping every last penny to care for my fiancé, Ethan, after his devastating rock-climbing accident left him "paralyzed." His medical bills were endless, and just last week, I' d pawned my most cherished possession-my late mother' s sapphire pendant-to cover another of his "specialist consultations." This was my grim reality. But one late-night DoorDash delivery to a sprawling Hamptons estate shattered my entire world. While dropping off expensive seafood, I overheard voices through an open window. One was familiar: Ethan's. Unburdened, carefree and laughing, he told Olivia, a girl from my past, how he' d faked his crippling injury for two years as an elaborate revenge plot against me. The food bag slipped from my numb fingers as I peered in and saw him-standing, healthy, mocking my gullibility. He reveled in how I, "naive small-town trash," had waited on him "hand and foot." Later, at a lavish gala, Olivia brazenly wore my mother's pendant, publicly ridiculed me, then, with a sneer, tossed the priceless heirloom into the churning ocean. Every sacrifice, every skipped meal, every worried night-it was all a cruel, calculated lie. My heart, once brimming with love and concern, turned into a cold, hard stone in my chest. The world tilted as betrayal slammed into me. How could I have been so blind? How could they be so utterly vindictive over a forgotten scholarship? Tears streamed down my face, hot and angry, but a fierce resolve ignited within me. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I hadn't called in years. "Dad?" I whispered. "That business merger... the marriage. Is the offer still on the table?" The line went silent, then, his voice, gentle: "Always, Chloe. For you, always." "I accept."/0/80533/coverorgin.jpg?v=160e89a0106d28e4ea9f7c55f404c50c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day My Son Gave Me Poison
For six years, I was Ethan, an auto mechanic who found amnesiac Victoria. We built a life, had our son Liam, and a Texas home. I believed we were a family, forever. That illusion shattered in a Manhattan penthouse. Ice-cold Victoria told me our life was over. Her wealthy mother, Mrs. Sterling, offered ten million dollars and an NDA: sign it, and vanish from their high-society world. Emotionless, Victoria announced her engagement to Blake Astor, a match "appropriate" for her old money. My mind recoiled, not just from pain, but from a chilling sense of déjà vu. This wasn't new. I remembered the last time: Victoria’s first "amnesia," my desperate pleas, Blake framing me. My own son, Liam, blank-faced, delivering the "medication" that ended that life in a sanatorium. Both amnesias were lies – one to use me, the other to discard me. The bitter taste of betrayal consumed me. But this time, I wouldn't beg. I took their blood money. My hand steady, I signed the NDA. "Three days," I told Mrs. Sterling, "arrange my flight to California." They saw a gold digger. I saw escape, and the fuel to rebuild my life. Stanford's Computer Science program awaited./0/61917/coverorgin.jpg?v=dedaf4ca1446309fe8152a2830d8b0f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire Alpha's Pregnant Runaway Mate
After 10 years, Markos Moreno gave up on finding his mate. Marrying Clara to counter his curse was the only solution. Until Valeria Hayden, barges in his room, drunk and vulnerable on the bachelor's night. A sensual touch and a steamy night, alpha Markos' mate was a human, who ran away upon finding her pregnancy. Finding they both are intertwined in more than one way. What shall happen when she is revealed as a white lycan but the sister of his enemy?/0/84444/coverorgin.jpg?v=55b28350d7a723d093bb95001d367bac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Heiress Life, My System
Chapter 1 of my life was a fairy tale: Jocelyn Todd, orphan no more, adopted by the wealthy Scott family and about to marry a charming scion. My engagement party was a lavish spectacle, a testament to the love and affection I' d finally found. Standing beside my "protective" older brother, Andrew, watching my fiancé Ethan across the lawn, I finally felt loved, complete. But then, as I took my first step towards my future, my world fractured. Bright, glowing text flooded my vision, overlaying the perfect scene: "LOL, she' s actually crying. A few worthless stock certificates and she' s totally fooled. So naive." My family' s affectionate smiles transformed into chilling masks as I read on, discovering their monstrous plan. The year of love was a performance, and I was merely a prop to boost their "Likeability Score." Once official, they'd frame me for a corporate crime, strip me of everything, and dispose of me, all to benefit Gabby, their real "daughter." The warmth in my chest turned to ice. They weren't just betraying me; they were orchestrating my destruction. My "parents," "brother," and fiancé-all in on it. They saw me as a disposable pawn, intended for a tragic, convenient "accident." The thought of facing this chilling reality, alone and betrayed, was paralyzing. But then, a defiant spark ignited. My tears weren't of gratitude anymore, but of cold, hard resolve. I still clutched the portfolio of "worthless" stock, and a new comment flashed: "The certificates are fakes!..." It was all a lie. I took a deep breath, the trembling in my voice purely intentional. "Before we make it official," I smiled sweetly, holding up the portfolio, "could we have the family lawyer notarize this transfer right now?" The panic on their faces, the sudden plummet of their "score," confirmed everything. My supposed doom was their control. This wasn't merely survival; it was war./0/69739/coverorgin.jpg?v=47478e2db5c65a6aac22da3063a5a4b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I want Sophia
I would choose you in every lifetime, in every version of this world." Jonathan's voice was a whisper against Sophia's skin as they stood on the penthouse balcony. "No amount of power, no wealth, nothing in this world could mean more to me than you." Across the city, Selan sat in the ruins of his crumbling empire, drink in hand, eyes dark with regret. "I lost everything, but losing Sophia... that was the beginning of my downfall." Meanwhile, Alex leaned back in his chair, staring at the woman who once betrayed him. His voice was cold, detached. "You left when you think I was nothing. Now you want to return because I have everything? Sorry, sweetheart. That door closed the moment you walked out." But even billionaires weren't immune to longing. That night, Alex poured another drink, frustration lacing his voice. "Money fixes a lot of things... but it can't fix the feeling of an empty bed." And in another part of the world, Bella wiped her tears as she confronted the man who shattered her heart. "Tell me... was I ever more than just another beautiful distraction to you?" Her voice trembled, but she held her ground. "Or was I just part of the game?" She could not hold back her tears anymore/0/61135/coverorgin.jpg?v=23faf88c1f112ba4b575dd42c0524e24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged Marriage To My Enemy
In front of the mirror, my reflection looks calm and composed. But inside, I'm filled with nerves. It’s a big night. I observed myself, wearing a simple black dress with my long hair down, as if I were going to a wake. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! “Can I come in?” It was Brother Enzo’s voice, so I immediately turned around and saw him peeking in with a smile on his lips. “You know you’re always welcome, Brother Enzo. I’m just checking my look before I make my grand entrance,” I said, and Brother chuckled softly before giving my outfit a once-over. “Yeah, I see. It looks like you’ve really prepared for your first meeting with your fiance,” he teased, but I knew he was also worried about me, which is why he came here. I’ve been ready for a while now, yet I’m still up here and haven’t gone downstairs. He knows I’m just hiding out in my room. He took a deep breath as I lowered my head, and I felt his hand on my shoulder, so I turned to look at him as he sat down in front of me. “You’re stalling, Chiara. It’s okay; you don’t have to pretend with me. I don’t like this arranged marriage either,” he said, so I looked at him. “There must be a way to stop this, right?” I asked, my eyes brimming with tears. “He’s not serious about marrying me, is he?” I asked. “And it’s not just any Montello, Brother. We’re talking about Ethan Harris Montello. He’s a monster!” I exclaimed, and he let out a harsh breath at my words. “But father is a man of his word. He made the deal with the Montello elders, and he won’t back out of it now,” he said, and I shook my head. Why is this happening to me? I felt him hug me, so I just closed my eyes. brother Enzo may be hotheaded, but he’s always been gentle with me. This family is incredibly important to him. “Hey, I’m worried about you too. If this truce doesn’t hold, who knows what could happen to you? Our family has been at war with the Montello family for decades. We may be at peace for now, but I doubt it will last,” he said. “Do you think there will be another war between our family and theirs?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “I don’t know. This hatred is in our blood. It won’t disappear just because we’ve been promised peace. Keep your wits about you, Chiara. Stay guarded around Ethan. He may be your husband soon, but he’ll always be our sworn enemy,” Brother reminded me firmly. Married to my sworn enemy. Fate sure has a strong sense of humor when it comes to shaping your destiny. Fine, I’ll do my best. No matter who I marry, in my heart, I’ll always be a Bianchi. I looked at Brother. “Come on. I should join the party before father sends out a search party,” I said, and he offered his hand to me, which I accepted. I was incredibly nervous about making my entrance, knowing that I’d see Ethan there. I can’t believe this is happening. This engagement feels like a bad dream.../0/50028/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240314033045&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We Are Meant To Be
Claire Bridgewater’s life and career is spiraled into confusion and trouble. The only way out for Claire to save her reputation as well as save her troubled brother was to plan the wedding of the year. A contract marriage between billionaire Zach Harrison and Maria Nicholas, a renowned reporter. But she has to do it without the help of her billionaire ex, Damain Garcia. Can she be able to pull this through on her own? Or will she lose her brother and everything she has struggled so hard to build?/1/113385/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7a84d165c6451f6e8c3e3c700d8dd44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bully's Love
We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella." Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?/0/70052/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee942595eb0b1407921a8c006c850564&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Ex Wife Revenge
Sarah had planned her life to follow in the footsteps of her father and become a well known renowned journalist. She was on the verge of completing her journalism course when her father had to marry her off in an arranged marriage to the son of a powerful mayor, Andrew. A closed door agreement to save his company./0/24216/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211118024025&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Identical Twins
Two twin sisters got separated from birth, the incident which happened the night which they were born which lead to them being separated was unknown to everyone and was forced to live as two different individuals in two different families. The secret of their birth was unknown to them. Something later happens which finally bring the two sisters back together. Find out what happened in this hot romantic novel. ©author b/0/62856/coverorgin.jpg?v=16f7f7bee2d8725cfdc21c8b0a62dc47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
