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Billionaires Books for Women

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Life hasn't been all roses for thirty-four year old Kay, when she meets the handsome Emile it proves to be the catalyst that reignites an old flame and brings her to the attention of some very dangerous people. Emile is a very private CEO and billionaire, having his assistant act as the face of his popular streetwear brand, he prefers to be in the background, watching and working in the shadows. When he meets Kay he is intrigued and taken aback by her effect on him. Once he decides he wants something he usually gets it and refuses to back down regardless of her reticence. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Wait,” I blurted, pushing him away from me and fixing my clothes. He exhaled loudly and ran his hands through his hair. I smoothed my hair and took a deep breath. “We can't do this, we need to be professional,” I insisted. I didn't know what was happening with his girlfriend and baby, but I was definitely not going to be a homewrecker. I also really wanted to be professional, the agency had a lot riding on this account. His expression darkened and he inhaled deeply. “Are you sure about that Kay, I am the client after all. I am sure you wouldn't want to upset me and risk damaging our professional relationship,” he smirked. My eyes widened, did he just insinuate what I thought he did? “Just what is that supposed to mean Mr. Riley?” I asked through gritted teeth, arms folded across my body. I knew it, he was just another rich spoiled brat, not able to understand that he couldn't always get what he wanted. I felt my face heat up, my nostrils flared. “I'm just saying, this could be a very mutually beneficial thing for us. You do want things to go well with our business arrangements right?" he smirked again.
Billionaire Daddy: Where Is My Heir?

Billionaire Daddy: Where Is My Heir?

The air froze as his hazel looking eyes and the perfect curve of his brows which looked full yet curvy seemed to penetrate everywhere. His golden hair was short but bangs were dangling on both sides of his face. His lips, more beautiful and luscious than that of a woman, seem to make him the perfect description of the god of beauty, if there was any. Xavier Arceli, the youngest and most ruthless multi-billionaire. But behind that dangerous beauty lay a desperate man who had just one wish in his life. That was to get an heir to continue his family's bloodline. " I want her!" The icy voice said, his eyes hooked on the petite girl. Only she could carry his heir... Shantel's world came crumbling down from a bumpy encounter with the ruthless billionaire, Xavier, who was desperately searching for a child surrogate. Left with no choice, Shantel agreed for the sake of her mother's treatment. "Mum, I'll make sure you will be alright okay?" She said to her mother, forcing out a smile. Her frail looking mother was lying closed eyes. Her skin was looking pale and her lips were pink and cracked. She was determined to take the offer, but what she didn't know was that she was going to have a one night stand with the same man. A one night stand that led to pregnancy and her life hanging by the thread. Who wanted her dead? Secrets and hidden jealousy sprang up as Shantel tried to find out the truth. Yet everything went blank after her abduction. She lost all her memories yet she emerged as the heiress of the powerful Wesley family and enemy to Xavier's empire. What would happen when Xavier realised the woman he had been searching for was the long lost granddaughter of his enemy and not just that... That little Wesley heir looks so much like him! Xavier was determined to find out the truth six years ago. However, he found more than the truth as secrets about his childlessness were revealed. And something else was growing in his heart, too.
The Mother Who Waited

The Mother Who Waited

My carefully constructed world was perfect, the epitome of the American dream. My son, Sam, was graduating high school, Yale-bound, smart, kind-the culmination of everything I' d worked for. Surrounded by loved ones in our sprawling Hamptons-esque garden, I handed him a substantial stock trust from his late father, a solid foundation for his brilliant future. Then, Darlene Pickett, our former housekeeper, burst through the wrought-iron gates, her face contorted with grotesque rage. She dragged a small, disheveled boy beside her, pointing a trembling finger at my son. "He's not Eleanor's son!" she shrieked for everyone to hear. "He's mine! And this," she thrust the other boy forward, "this is Daniel Ainsworth! Your real son, Eleanor! I swapped them eighteen years ago, in that hospital!" A collective gasp echoed across the stunned crowd as my beautiful day-and carefully curated life-shattered. But the horror deepened as Darlene, her husband, and even her daughter openly gloated about the years of systematic neglect and brutal abuse they'd inflicted on Danny, the boy they thought was mine, detailing every scar and broken bone with chilling pride. My heart clenched, not in fear of public ruin, but at the raw depravity laid bare. Sam, bewildered and utterly disgusted, turned to me, his eyes pleading, "Mom? What are they talking about?" He couldn't fathom such cruelty, begging me to say it wasn't true, that they were all insane. They demanded DNA tests to prove their twisted, greedy claim. And I, with an icy calm that surprised even me, simply replied, "Very well. We'll arrange for them immediately." Because what they didn't-couldn't-know was that I had been waiting patiently for this exact moment for eighteen long years.