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Billionaires Books for Women

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Your Caresses On My Skin

Your Caresses On My Skin

Nikolay Petrov, heir to a large billionaire sum and the family business; only child; obstinate; Trained since childhood only for one thing, to kill whoever gets in his way and how until now he had managed to comply. Nobody messes with the Petrov’s, they are the most powerful dynasty in all of Russia, but because of some conflicts and bad alliances he will have to leave his native country and seek refuge somewhere in Spain, who would say? His father would probably see him as a stain on the family legacy and would not help solve the problems that involved his son. Because of all his mistakes, his whole family had to leave Russia and get shelters in neighboring countries. Ivonne Wilson, a poor orphan girl who was left at the hands of her aunt when her two parents died, in different circumstances, some suspicious as expressed by the national police at some point, will have to endure a life that never corresponded to her and that she did not ask for, her aunt will want to seize everything that once belonged to her niece and her mother. After an assassination order against her, Ivonne between a swing of events linked in her search for freedom, escapes from the horrible place where she was trapped and ends up in the house that belonged to her boyfriend, but now, coincidentally, belongs to Nikolay Petrov, the biggest mobster in Russia and her best option to survive. He offers her refuge in exchange for some favors that could help him out of his mess, but what, would start this whole game in which faithful fate puts us and cruel life destroys us, can these young lovers save themselves from all the problems that each entail? Could it be that Nikolay will involve Ivonne with his affairs and end up losing her? Or, on the contrary, will it be Ivonne who lies Nikolay in his problems and ends up destroying the rest of his family's legacy?
Genius Twin: Hacking The Billionaire Father's Empire

Genius Twin: Hacking The Billionaire Father's Empire

Damien Sterling slid a billion-dollar divorce check across the mahogany desk. "You were contracted for a service. You have fulfilled your purpose as a vessel. Now, you will be compensated and you will disappear." Refusing to be erased, Eleanor escaped the hospital that night with only one of her newborn twins, Cody. She was forced to leave her sick baby, Leo, behind so Damien's wealth could keep him alive. Five years later, her worst nightmare came true when Damien's men snatched a boy at a crowded mall. Eleanor frantically searched and found a terrified, wheezing child hidden in her car. She rushed him to the ER, only for the doctor to harshly accuse her of neglecting her son's severe autoimmune disease. Eleanor was stunned, because her Cody had never been sick a day in his life. Miles away, the real Cody was flown to the opulent Sterling estate, where he heard the maids whispering that his mother was a heartless monster who had abandoned her dying baby. Eleanor couldn't understand why her perfectly healthy boy was suddenly fighting for air. At the same time, Cody realized the father he had never met was the true villain, spinning vicious lies to destroy the loving mother who worked two jobs for him. The twins had been swapped. While the sick Leo secretly vowed to play the role of Cody to protect his mother, the real Cody sank his teeth into Damien's hand, ready to burn his father's billionaire empire to the ground.
Billionaire's Bloody Deal

Billionaire's Bloody Deal

As Ava Moreno, a Queens girl with a mountain of medical bills, my sustainable design for the Phoenix Tower was my magnum opus, ready to redefine NYC's skyline. This was the breakthrough I'd poured my soul into, my chance to save my ailing mother whose MS was relentlessly worsening. Suddenly, in a packed boardroom, Julian Sterling’s aide, Liam Astor, launched a vicious public attack. He stripped me from the project, twisting my past into insidious rumors of "ethical ambiguities" and "gold-digging" from my college days. My career, my reputation—everything I’d built—imploded in an instant. The fallout was brutal. My former colleague, Veronica Bell, shamelessly took over, later sabotaging my design, while my old boss, Marcus Finch, tried to blackmail me. Forced into desperate measures, I faced humiliating propositions from powerful men like Councilman Thompson, revealing the city's predatory underbelly. All the while, my mother's experimental treatments demanded astronomical sums, plunging me deeper into a financial abyss. Why did this keep happening? Was I destined to be a victim, my talent overshadowed by relentless slander? Every act of "help" from Julian Sterling, the enigmatic billionaire I’d known since college, felt like a transactional noose, further cementing my public image as his "kept woman." But as I faltered under the weight of it all, a fierce resolve ignited. I would not break. For my mother, I would accept this "blood money," navigate this gilded cage, and fight. My journey into the cutthroat world of power and compromise had only just begun.
The Wife He Never Loved

The Wife He Never Loved

"They don't respect you. They want to fuck you-just like every man in that room wanted to bend you over and ruin you," Xavier sneered, his breath hot and cruel against her skin. "You were nothing but a convenient hole. You had no value then, Elena. And you have no value now." Slap! "I carried your dying, broken body for five goddamn years while you couldn't manage to be a decent man for a single second," Elena whispered, her voice like cracked iron. "When every illusion and lie you hold onto comes crashing down, do not dare come crawling to my doorstep. You have lost even the right to beg." Five years ago, Elena Parker was the silent sacrificial bride-enduring cold contraception pills, an unyielding bed, and Xavier Kingsley's obsession with her runaway sister, Vivienne. When his liver collapsed, she carved a piece of her own body away on a sterile operating table to give him life. He woke up, handed the crown of his gratitude to Vivienne, and looked at Elena with pure disgust. She didn't cry. She dropped signed divorce papers on his blanket, took back the first kiss he stole at the altar, and vanished into the European rain. Now, she is Chairwoman Elena Vega-the untouchable, sovereign empress of a multi-billion-dollar global dance empire, holding European royalty in the palm of her hand. When Xavier stakes his $200-million cinematic empire on securing the Vega seal to manufacture stardom for his talentless mistress, he crosses an ocean only to find his discarded ghost sitting on the throne. Trapped between raw, suffocating lust and wounded arrogance, Xavier refuses to see the diamond he threw away. But as dark debts unravel and the truth behind his beating heart claws to the surface, the predator becomes the prey. And this time, the queen offers no mercy.
The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

On the glittering night I was set to become CEO of Pearson International and accept Senator Davis’s proposal, my life was a polished diamond. The Plaza ballroom buzzed with an air of my impending coronation. It was everything I had carefully built, every dream on the cusp of reality. Then, a champagne glass from my brother Michael, a whisper of expensive scotch, and a sudden, disorienting haze swept over me. The last thing I remembered was a camera flash and leering faces before darkness consumed me. I woke to my face plastered across every tabloid: “Pearson Heiress in Drunken Orgy!” My world imploded as the Senator’s curt statement ended our engagement, and company stocks plummeted. Confined to a remote villa, stripped of my phone and dignity, I was forcibly medicated, labeled as having a mental breakdown. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered—my own brother, Michael, and his venomous accomplice, Olivia, were behind it all. Their whispers of my “neutralization” and their sickening hints at my father’s “accident” turned my raw shame into a burning, diamond-hard rage. They thought they had buried me. But they were profoundly, catastrophically wrong. Driven by Olivia’s cruel taunts, a desperate, whispered call on an ancient, hidden phone ignited a relentless fire within. Sarah Pearson died that night, but a formidable ghost, Anya Sharma, was just beginning her ascent from the ashes, ready to unleash a reckoning they’d never forget.