Billionaires Books for Women
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I Slept With My Ex. Now He's My Vengeful Boss?
"You thought you could walk away from me, Rosella?" He pinned her against the glass wall of his office, the city lights glittering below like witnesses to her downfall. His fingers curled around her throat as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I'm going to take back what you stole, Rosella. Every night. Every moan. Every broken little plea you can't help but make." "And by the time I'm done with you, you won't remember a life that didn't revolve around me." * Rosella Summers never did reckless things. Until one night, she fell into bed with a stranger. Who turned out to be her ex. Loving Thorn Rockwell was the biggest risk she ever took. The heir to the Rockwell empire. A blazing-hot racing icon. And a man born so far from her struggling world, loving him felt like trying to catch starlight with bare hands. Six years ago, they were inseparable. Then she left. Broke his heart. Disappeared without a trace. She told herself it was the right thing-that walking away would save him. But she was wrong. Now Thorn is back. And he's her new boss. The soft boy she once loved is gone. In his place stands a cold, vengeful monster. A man who looks at her not with love, but with the promise of destruction. He wants to ruin her. Humble her. Have her. Preferably beneath him. But Thorn doesn't know the whole truth. Rosella isn't just protecting her own heart anymore. She has Thraia-her five-year-old daughter, her whole world, and a secret that could shatter everyone if Thorn ever finds out. He wants revenge. She needs a miracle. And the only thing more dangerous than his hatred. Is the love they never truly buried./1/117345/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fb0a67cf673971c01043eda2e4f6753&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Second Life
"If I can't have you, no one else can." Primrose wanted to separate from her husband after five years of marriage. Thorne refused, even though he had made a huge mistake. Because Primrose insisted on breaking up and getting close to another man, her husband ended her life in a fit of rage. Primrose, who thought she was dead, was shocked to find herself in an unfamiliar room. Her rescuer offered her a better life. Primrose agreed because the man was Thorne's sworn enemy. In her new life, she wanted to take revenge on those who had made her suffer./0/83975/coverorgin.jpg?v=291e62d2eede57e920946d7c57a136f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Hid His Triplets-Now He Wants Them Back!
One night. That's all it was supposed to be. After a messy divorce, Hannah wakes up next to her cold, ruthless ex-husband, Paul Green - bound to him by a night of passion neither of them intended. Humiliated and heartbroken, she vanishes without a word... carrying a secret that changes everything. Triplets. For six years, Hannah raised her children in peace, far from the man who once shattered her. But fate has other plans. A twist of mistaken identity pulls one of her sons straight into Paul's world. He doesn't know the truth. But he's about to find out./0/23993/coverorgin.jpg?v=55e688dbce6206c6538442c0d99096af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Bride Can't Escape
Olivia White replaced her sister to be engaged to Vincent Barton. She thought that the one she married would be a disabled man with notorious reputation, while to her surprise, Vincent is actually very handsome with great figure. What’s more, he treats her so well that he tends to satisfy all her requirements with no limits. In front of the public, he is the ruthless heir to the Emperor, while in front of her, he is her clingy husband who only belongs to her./0/84842/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205243&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mistress, Her Freedom
I spent five years meticulously crafting myself into the perfect accessory for my tech mogul husband, Liam. Three surgeries, a revised personality, and even honey-blonde hair-all designed to mirror the woman he truly desired, Sarah Jenkins. Tonight, our fifth wedding anniversary, was supposed to be the culmination of my efforts, the night he finally saw me. But the perfect facade shattered with two words from Liam, overheard from the hallway: "A placeholder." He was talking about me. His chilling laughter echoed as he confessed to his friends that our marriage was merely a convenience, a cruel stand-in until Sarah, his true love, returned. He not only dismissed my existence but reveled in the "pathetic" way I had tried to become her, even commissioning a mole on my shoulder to perfectly mimic hers for his twisted fantasy. The woman I had worked so hard to emulate was now back, and he hadn' t even told me. Instead, he\'d used my private college sketchbook, filled with my artistic dreams, as a weapon for her to mock and discard. When I confronted Sarah for my sketchbook, she deliberately twisted and re-fractured my wrist in front of Liam, who chose to protect her, accusing me of being "dramatic" and leaving me abandoned in the hospital. My husband, who once swore to cherish me, had chosen his mistress over his injured wife, again. The pain from my broken wrist was nothing compared to the agony of his betrayal, the profound realization that everything I had given him was built on a foundation of lies and contempt. I was discarded, not just as a wife, but as a person. But amidst the wreckage, a cold, hard clarity settled. I would no longer be a convenient distraction. I would reclaim the artist I buried and ensure Liam understood the true cost of his cruelty./1/123774/coverorgin.jpg?v=b081079dca6c55487eb9bdbc4d0b1cfd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced Wife: Now Untouchable
"Mine. You are all mine, Torie. And I will kill any man that gets any close to you." He swears. When I feel the heels of Graham's hand grind my clitoris, I stand on tiptoes, my hands circling around his neck for stability. I feel Graham pushed into me, and I moaned. "Tell me to stop, little bird. Tell me to stop touching you." Graham mutters, his teeth biting my lips, drawing it out with passion. This is my cue to stop this, but when I open my mouth, my brain betrays me. "Mmm... More, Graham." I moaned out. Revenge is a glass of wine I sip on while I watch my Ex-husband crumble before me. Nothing could prepare me for the day I caught my husband fucking my best friend on his office desk. The hurt I felt serving him those divorce papers and begging my family to accept me as the heiress of The Blackwood Group. Now, I am contracted to a billionaire with a dark past who thinks I am his play thing. And that man is my ex-husband's uncle!/0/95399/coverorgin.jpg?v=6af043c7adf889f62cb3a373c35dfdc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Released from prison: My billionaire ex begs me back
When the enigmatic Mrs. Blackwood finally emerged in River City, she set the whole town abuzz. Arrested and imprisoned for the attempted murder of Mr. Blackwood's once-cherished first love, she vanished behind bars. Outside the prison, Mr. Blackwood kept his daily vigil-waiting. What finally came out, though, was Mrs. Blackwood's lifeless form. and a baby boy. Six years later- Clara Walton returned, no longer bearing the name Blackwood. By her side stood a bright-eyed, handsome little boy. When she saw Mr. Blackwood again, she met him with a radiant smile. "Mr. Blackwood, I'm married now. I suggest you mind your manners." With a sly smirk, he replied, "It's true-you're married. But that doesn't mean I can't pursue you. After all, I'm still free-and single." Clara: ".."/0/72923/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b3b9ef5241366d6f54486d52d68cbf4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant Billionaire Heiress Gave Birth To Twins
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!/1/101022/coverorgin.jpg?v=37cdb7d8a72cb09276af7f9f8043bc64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arrange Marriage to a Heartless CEO
"I hate you, Aiden! I hate you! And trust me... you'll never find anyone who'll love you the way I did." Tears streamed down Charlotte Parker's face as she stormed into her room, packing the last pieces of her broken heart. This time, I knew I'd messed up. And there was no going back. Charlotte Parker is a kind, beautiful, and well-mannered 22-year-old with dreams of becoming a popular writer. But life has other plans. With her family struggling, she's forced to step up... whether she's ready or not. Aiden Kingston, on the other hand, is everything she can't stand. Arrogant. Rude. A notorious playboy. And the cold-hearted CEO of a million-dollar company. For Aiden, keeping his inheritance means one thing: marriage. Fast. Both blindsided by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. Charlotte is water, soft but strong. Aiden is fire, uncontrolled and burning through everything in his path. But Aiden has a secret. One that could destroy whatever fragile peace they're trying to build. Will he let his walls down for her? Can Charlotte see past his mistakes and frozen heart? Or will the hatred between them grow so deep it consumes them both... for good?/1/110475/coverorgin.jpg?v=7350a6db85d9338fb8b702e3fa574c58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Secret Identity: The Tycoon’s Unplanned Wife
My family arranged my marriage to Silas Thorne, a Wall Street titan. There was just one problem: everyone, including my powerful new husband, believed I was a crippled, helpless girl from the countryside. On the day of my physical therapy, my father called, not to ask how I was, but to demand I give up the marriage for his illegitimate daughter, Chloe. "You can barely walk without a limp," he sneered. "You are going to embarrass the Vance family." My new husband treated me with cold duty, carrying me like a fragile doll but refusing to share a bed, citing my ‘soft tissue injury’ as a pathetic excuse. The rejection was humiliating. To make matters worse, Chloe tracked me down while I was shopping, eager to mock me in public. "Silas doesn't value you," she said, flashing a cheap ring from my father. "You’re just a crippled placeholder." They all saw a weak girl they could push around, completely blind to the fact that my limp was a carefully crafted lie. So I took the unlimited black card Silas gave me and bought a fifty-seven-million-dollar pink diamond, crushing her in front of New York’s elite. When I returned to our penthouse, Silas was waiting for me, a dangerous smirk on his face. "I heard," he said, his voice a low rumble, "that you bought a star with my money today?"/1/117291/coverorgin.jpg?v=225e017b47ada547fa3a380ed393bf44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Played by the billionaire twins
Five years after graduating from one of New York's top modelling schools, Amy Walters is still waiting for her big breakthrough in the fashion world. Desperation leads her straight into the arms of Liam Carter, the powerful CEO of a top fashion empire, who offers her the deal of a lifetime-with a condition. ******************** "If I agree to do it..." I forced out, "Will you sign me as your model?" Liam's cheeks flushed, and he leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Depends." I stiffened. "On what?" He got up from the couch and headed towards me. I did not step back, even as he circled around me slowly, staring like a predator, inspecting his prey. He was standing behind me, his face against mine so that the air breathed down my ear. "On how well you please me tonight."/1/122435/coverorgin.jpg?v=fab8ff6235e9eadfa38540d782ee3fda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband
For three years, she was nobody. No name worth remembering. No money worth counting. She was just Jason Sterling's quiet, invisible wife-the woman his world walked past without a second glance. That was exactly how Jasmine Vance wanted it. On their third anniversary, she found him where he shouldn't have been-with the woman he'd sworn was "just family." She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She just smiled, pulled out her phone, and let the world watch. By morning, Jason Sterling's empire had a crack in it. By the end of the week, it was rubble. Only then did people start asking the real question. Who exactly is Jasmine Vance? Because powerful men don't fall that fast. Not unless someone very specific wants them to. And somewhere in the shadows, a man who has always known the answer to that question is finally stepping into the light. He never once saw her as a nobody. He knew exactly who she was. And he had been waiting for the day she finally stopped hiding./0/68175/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f343918c424d3c7399f6388eed6ca16&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reborn Heiress Wants a Divorce
After a heated confrontation with her husband and mistress, Brianna was pushed down to stairs. She thought she would die but when she woke up again, she realized that she traveled back two years ago, when it was not late for her to correct her path. The first thing she needed to do when she was reborn was divorce that scum. She saved from the darkest time but he lied to her and murdered her in the end. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes anymore. She would bring the glory of her family back and make those people who betrayed her pay the price! However, in the process of climbing up to the peak of her career, she met a very intimidating and handsome man who kept on messing with her head through his bold attitude. Brianna doesn't want to be involved with another man again, for she has proven to herself that they will just drag her down, but her constant incidents with him are slowly breaking the wall she built to protect her heart. Brianna will surely choose her career over a man this time, but it's possible to choose both, right? What if he hurt her too? No! She won't risk it but. "You have to run away from me, Bree. Coz I'm done running away, I'll chase you now."/0/80400/coverorgin.jpg?v=097331f6fc56b23d49a7532e74da6c10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Placeholder Wife: A Billionaire's Secret
It was my 30th birthday, and I was patiently dining alone at a Michelin-star restaurant, waiting for my finance titan husband, Julian, to arrive. Suddenly, my phone screen flickered to life, displaying a TMZ headline that stopped my breath: "Julian Vance Spotted with Returning Socialite Chloe Sinclair – Old Flames Rekindled?" A video showed Julian, my husband, shielding Chloe from the rain and cameras, his arm protectively around her. Shock, cold and sharp, spread through me, as the bitter taste of betrayal filled my mouth. This wasn’t just a business meeting; it was a public declaration of his true affections. The table was set for two, but the untouched food grew cold as countless minutes ticked by, each one deepening the suffocating loneliness I felt. Five years. Five years I had spent waiting; five years I had been a placeholder for the woman he truly loved, the one he married me to forget. Then, a text from Julian cemented my despair: "Raincheck on birthday. Next year." There would be no next year for us. My quiet endurance finally gave way to a hardened resolve. I signaled the maître d', trading the lavish, uneaten meal for a sturdy umbrella. I walked out into the Manhattan rain, a clear decision forming in my mind: this was the end. But for me, it was also a new beginning./0/92128/coverorgin.jpg?v=66219e91e603e0ca5f434021151b3f45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Spoiled Bride Is Back for Revenge
(Rebirth + Sweet Romance + Revenge + Doting Family + Identity Reveal) The spoiled socialite Leslie Green of the Jiang family was arranged to marry Broderick Ackerley, the infamous "Mad Young Master" of Windmere. The news left everyone stunned. Sure, Leslie was undeniably the most beautiful-but that was about it. Later, Leslie became the talk of the town. The once-spoiled heiress underwent a shocking transformation, her ruthless deeds too numerous to list, sending chills through all of Windmere. "Mr. Ackerley, aren't you going to rein in your beloved? She's at it again-crushing her enemies!" Then, the bombshell dropped-Leslie turned out to be the long-lost heiress of a powerful conglomerate, doted on by her overprotective older brothers to the point of lawlessness. The tyrant who ruled the business world with an iron fist would melt into a sweet, adoring kitten the moment she stepped through her front door-so endearing it could make hearts flutter. "Honey, I love you so much!" "Darling, you're so handsome-here's a little heart for you!" Broderick's dark eyes smoldered as he lifted her chin and captured her lips in a deep kiss. His sweet little Leslie was perfect-clearly, the rest of the world was blind./0/86842/coverorgin.jpg?v=36d9155351eb27bce26921743deee9bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Kidney, His Cruel Joke
The dull, constant throb in my side was a painful reminder of the jagged scar hidden beneath my sweater, a small price for the five hundred thousand dollars in my duffel bag-every dime of my savings, every penny from selling all I owned, and the rest from selling a kidney. All of it was for Ethan, who desperately needed treatment tonight. But when I arrived at the luxurious lounge he' d named, "The Gilded Cage," I overheard his voice, rich with amusement, not weak or strained, telling his friends that the "struggling musician" act and fake cancer diagnosis were pure genius to con me into selling a kidney. The world tilted as I realized our two-year love was a meticulously crafted hoax. My sacrifice was for their entertainment. My hand went slack, and the duffel bag, filled with the price of my body, slipped to the plush carpet. I fled to the nearest restroom, the betrayal a raging fire. My hands, meant to heal, had helped destroy me. I looked at the crude bandage under my sweater, a symbol of self-inflicted wounds for a lie. He didn' t need fixing; broken me. The shock gave way to cold rage. They wouldn' t win. They wouldn' t destroy me. As Ethan found me in the restroom, feigning worry about the money, I met his gaze, my voice steady, saying, "Yes, Ethan, I have it. It' s all for you." I would play his game, but this time, I knew the rules./0/85838/coverorgin.jpg?v=a950acf6e8ce15eb686409ca13e64ecc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance
The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered. Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone. Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed. "Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture." David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father. I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts. I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes. "She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot." The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious. My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal. Then, I gasped. The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy. Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago. "Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce." The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband. I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth. Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140]. I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different./0/95394/coverorgin.jpg?v=57e40cc3349cc2b38c28980a7f9afd59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ex-Wife Returns with Babies: The CEO Regrets Everything
After two years of a loveless marriage, Maria Lewis was handed a cold divorce agreement. But she didn't leave quietly. She gave James Bennett one last drink, seduced him for a final night, and disappeared-secretly pregnant with his child. Five years later, Maria returns as a powerful member of a secret organization, with two adorable kids and an identity he never saw coming. She's no longer the woman who once begged for his love. She's confident, untouchable, and completely out of his league. Now, the man who once looked down on her clings to her, desperate to win her back. But Maria has her own plans: protect her children, crush her enemies, and make James regret every choice he made. She left with nothing, but returned with power, babies, and no mercy./0/85819/coverorgin.jpg?v=2092260df1893c85d389f4a1f35e8709&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn for Her Downfall
My wife, Chloe, swept into our grand foyer, her familiar bright smile in place, another "soulmate" in tow-a fresh-faced influencer named Daniel. I was in my studio, painting a serene landscape, the antithesis of the chaos she embodied. She had a new project: Daniel needed my art studio, the only sanctuary I had left in our gilded cage, for his "content hub." "You said you wanted a clean slate for Daniel," I told her, my heart a hollow ache, as she beamed, thinking I was finally being "reasonable." In my last life, I had fought, pleaded, and eventually broken, losing my studio, my art, and then everything. Chloe, oblivious, wired me a fortune-pocket change to her, but to me, seed money for her demise. I saw the number on the screen, a grim smile touching my lips. Little did she know, this wasn' t payment; it was her first installment on her own ruin. I was reborn, and this time, the canvas of my life would be painted with her downfall./0/93966/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a1130237559230127198cc91370b625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
