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Billionaires Books for Women

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Hot Billionaire

Hot Billionaire

Pregnant by the Billionaire I still remember, I didn't think about having children so soon, but life crossed my path, and changed all my plans. As fate would have it, the man who got me pregnant was a billionaire, which left me in a distressing situation, he could take my baby away from me at any moment. I didn't know the power that man had, I didn't know the people who were on his side and who could greatly harm me. That's why I needed to hide, the less he knew, the better for me and my son who was growing inside my womb. But chance always seemed to be interfering in my choices, I knew it, the billionaire had the right to know about my pregnancy, after all I didn't have this child alone; but yes, I was afraid of being one of thousands of women. That's why I ran away, but he found me. It was a stroke of fate that he saw me with a baby in my lap, obviously he was suspicious and sent his men after me. I tried to escape, but I couldn't. I couldn't run away from myself, because the reason I ran away pregnant was that I loved that Billionaire. He was attractive, charming and there were many women after him, he was super powerful, I was very afraid of having to love him in silence, but at one point that whole feeling was bigger than me, I went to bed with him, and the result was the my pregnancy, but I don't regret anything. I love my son more than my own life, even though I'm pregnant with a billionaire. I love him, but I ran away, I had my reasons, but he found me. In the end he ran after me and my baby. And now I'm torn between telling the truth, that he had a child with me, or keeping this secret, and disappearing forever, but he won't leave me without knowing about the baby. Getting pregnant by the billionaire was the biggest adventure of my life. Logan – The Dominator I am married, I have always been faithful to my wife, I have always commanded the company, I have always commanded my wife. I've always hated the Oliveira family, just like my father did before me. My brothers are irresponsible, I don't even know how they run their companies alone. I'm the one who should dominate everything, I like everything right, surprises bother me, everything must be in its right place, it's always been like that. My life went normally, until she appeared, Vivian Oliveira, my biggest enemy, I hate her, I reject her, I disown her. But... but what no one knows is that every time I see her, I am immediately taken by a feeling, when I am in her presence, my p*nis becomes so erect...
A Substitute Wife for the Mafioso

A Substitute Wife for the Mafioso

A while ago, Dorothy Lent was duped by her sister, Diane Slow, and their mother. After a night with a stranger, Dorothy fell pregnant . Once the pregnancy is almost full term, complications arise who took her to the hospital, when she got there she was told that she had a miscarriage and the baby died. Under the influence of his family, Dorothy was deprived of her share in the family business and interned in a psychiatric hospital. Four years later, Diane is about to marry Carlos Donte, the second son of the Donte family, known for his ugliness and hope limited life. Their mother, unable to bear this idea, decides to release Dorothy from the hospital so that she can take Diane's place in this marriage. Her mother believes that Dorothy, who is nothing more than a "good for nothing", could serve as a "living widow" in the wealthy Donte family, thus protecting Diane. Diane's father justifies this decision by recalling Dorothy's past scandal, claiming that this marriage to a prestigious family is an opportunity she doesn't even deserve. However, Dorothy is determined to get revenge. Everyone thinks that his actions are the result of his mental illness, but they are unaware that this marriage will be a powerful and transformative union. Thanks to his medical skills, Dorothy turns the tables and shocks the world by revealing her many identities, revealing that she is immensely rich. Later, Carlos Donte presents Dorothy with two children who look alike. Dorothy, astonished, asks when she gave birth to their children, thus marking an unexpected turning point in its history. He They are actually twins (a girl and a boy). These are in reality the children who had been led to believe that they had died during the miscarriage
One year with a grumpy billionaire

One year with a grumpy billionaire

"You want this Viv. Don't you?" He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced. “Stop please,” I cried. I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat. He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris. “Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me. "Yes,I want it" I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?
The Scars Of Her Disdain

The Scars Of Her Disdain

The hospital air, cold and sterile, usually a familiar hum, felt wrong that day. My sister, Lily, lay broken and small in that bed, her artist' s hands swollen and bandaged, a machine breathing for her. Someone had done this. The doctor' s words-"blunt force trauma," "critical condition"-blurred into the background, drowned out by the name: Brandon Thorne, son of a tech billionaire. My wife, Sarah, a rising star prosecutor, offered only a chilling hesitation when I asked for justice. "We need to be careful, Ethan. The Thornes are a powerful family." Then the preliminary hearing came. Sarah stood there, a mask of neutrality, while Brandon Thorne smirked and the police chief spun lies. "Lily Miller has a history of... emotional instability," Sarah' s voice echoed, destroying my sister' s name. I' d given Sarah Lily' s last texts: "Ethan, I\'m scared." "Brandon... he\'s scaring me." Sarah declared, "The messages in question appear to have been deleted." My own wife had covered for him. I saw her later, laughing with the chief and Brandon' s father. My marriage, my life, had been a lie. The judge' s gavel sealed it: "Case dismissed." Brandon was free. I was ordered to pay $100,000 for defamation. "You\'re less than nothing," Brandon sneered, tossing a hundred-dollar bill at my feet, his expensive cologne suffocating me as he whispered, "Lily cried for you. Sarah thinks you' re pathetic." Something broke inside me. The discipline I' d honed as a SEAL shattered. I lunged, my fist finding his smug face. Bone crunched. Guards slammed me against the cold marble. Sarah screamed "Assault!" playing the damsel, looking at me with pure contempt. Completely alone, swallowed by their world, I barely made it back to Lily' s apartment. The silence screamed, until I found it-a letter, tucked away. "I told Sarah about it," Lily had written. "She told me I was overreacting... She made me feel small." Then, taped to the bottom of the chest, a USB drive. Proof. The audio played: Brandon' s predatory voice, Sarah' s cool complicity. "Make the evidence disappear." "You\'re in this just as deep as I am." The last recording played: Lily' s broken voice, a voicemail to Sarah. "Why? I trusted you. He... he hurt me so bad. And you knew. You let him. Why?" Sarah wasn' t just betrayed by ambition; she was a co-conspirator, feeding my sister to wolves. I went to the precinct, USB in hand. The detective sneered, "Case closed, pal." Then he and another officer dragged me into a blind spot. They beat me, hitting where bruises wouldn' t show. "Brandon Thorne\'s father owns this city," they growled. "You are nothing." Later, from the shadows, I watched Sarah and Brandon laughing, sharing a possessive kiss outside the DA' s office. They were celebrating their victory on my sister' s grave. Rage burned. But Lily\'s words echoed: "He scares me, Ethan." Rage was their weapon, not mine. I drove all night to D.C. I knelt at the Pentagon, my parents' medals laid on the pavement before me. "My name is Ethan Miller," I choked out to the guards, "My sister was murdered, and the system is corrupted. I have proof. Please. Help me." A General emerged, a man who had served with my father. He looked at the medals, then at me. "John and Helen\'s boy?" he asked, his voice low. The dam broke. The story poured out. He examined Lily' s picture, his face hardening to granite. "This is not just an injustice, Miller. This is a desecration." His words: "The United States military does not abandon its own. You have the full weight of the United States military behind you." For the first time in months, I felt hope.