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Billionaires Books for Women

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Thanksgiving of Lies

Thanksgiving of Lies

Thanksgiving at our Palo Alto mansion always felt like a picture-perfect scene. My five-year-old son, Leo, innocently reached for a cookie offered by Chloe, my husband Ethan' s glowing, pregnant sister-in-law. Then, horrifyingly, Leo started gasping for air, his small face turning a terrifying shade of blue. He was deathly allergic to peanuts, and Chloe' s feigned shock, "Oh my god, I had no idea!" was chilling. Ethan, my powerful tech mogul husband, immediately turned his furious gaze on me. "Sarah, how could you be so careless? You know about his allergy!" he roared, for all our wealthy guests to hear. At the hospital, while Leo fought for his life, Ethan comforted a tearful Chloe outside. He sneered at me, "Amelia would have been a better mother," then forced me to endure an invasive stem cell donation for Chloe' s high-risk pregnancy. I woke up, groggy and sore, just in time to hear the doctor confirm I' d likely never conceive again, followed by Ethan' s chilling response: "Good. She doesn' t deserve more children." "Good." That word ignited a cold, sharp fury in my veins, extinguishing any remaining hope or loyalty. Was I merely a disposable placeholder in this gilded cage, forced to sacrifice my body for the very people who had deliberately harmed my son? The injustice burned hotter than any physical wound. They thought I was broken, that I' d crawl back. They were wrong. My wedding ring felt like a brand, not a bond, as I slipped it off and handed Ethan the divorce papers. My escape, meticulously planned, had just begun, and the world was about to see what happens when a broken woman rebuilds herself, stronger and utterly ruthless.
Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis

Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis

I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us. But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum. They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families. To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister. Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments. The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell. "Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members." He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress. For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed. Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power. Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911. If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. "You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers. Delve into the soul-gripping romance between Kamille and Ezekiel as they navigate a web of lies, betrayal and deceit within family ties. As well as unravel a secret nobody saw coming.
 Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns

Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."
News Flash Ex-husband, I'm Alive!

News Flash Ex-husband, I'm Alive!

"I know you're pregnant, Valentina. That's why you have to die tonight. Two lives for the price of one, efficiency was always my strong suit." On her third wedding anniversary, Valentina was gifted a shallow grave. Her husband, Kennedy, the man she adored, was never a billionaire. He was a fraud who drugged her, watched her drown in a poisoned bath, and ordered her burial so he could marry his mistress. He didn't know the gardener would hesitate. He didn't know she would crawl out of the mud, pregnant, broken, and alive. And he never imagined that ghosts would come back with teeth. Dragged from the storm by Ian Kingston, the Titan of industry, Valentina is saved by a man so powerful that Kennedy is nothing more than a disposable bookkeeper in his empire. To the world, Ian is a monster. To Valentina, he is survival. But Ian doesn't see a victim. He sees Misha, his vanished wife, the mother of his two children, the woman who disappeared without a trace. "You have 365 days to prove you aren't her, little bird. Until then, you will sleep in my bed, wear my name, and obey every rule I set." Trapped in a deadly case of mistaken identity, Valentina signs the contract. She becomes Misha Kingston, cold, ruthless, untouchable. Wrapped in emerald silk and Ian's dark protection, she walks back into the world that tried to bury her. The next time Kennedy sees his dead wife, she isn't in a coffin. She's in the arms of his boss. Wearing a queen's crown. Looking down at him from a throne of gold. But as Ian's control turns into obsession, Valentina faces an impossible truth. She is hiding a child conceived by her enemy... While being claimed by a king who refuses to let her go. He buried a wife. He's about to kneel before a Goddess.
Betrayed by CEO Husband

Betrayed by CEO Husband

Knock... knock... The door opened immediately and they were both surprised for different reasons. "Who are you?" Andaru asked coldly. "You bastard! What are you two doing in this room, huh?" The angry Dean lunged at Ndaru and hit her on the right cheek, then pulled back and hit her again. "Andaru!" Linar was startled to hear Tita's shout as she quickly approached the outer door. "Stop it, Dean!" Linar tugged at the back of Dean's shirt. Linar continued to push Dean away from Andaru's torso several times. Linar went down to touch her chest with one hand and tried to breathe regularly. "Go away, Dean, like you said, we'll separate the way I want," Linar said. "So you chose him, your lover, over me, your own husband?" "Don't reverse the facts. I wasn't the one who could cheat on you, until you cheated on me and got pregnant, and you acted as if there was no problem." "Go away!" Buggh!!! Prang!!! This was about the fair reality of life, though it was never fair to her, about the betrayal of the universe against her who glorified loyalty. And now, as the main actor in her life and in the name of the health of her soul, Linar chooses to seek happiness elsewhere, but once again the universe is not on her side, God even gives her a fetus in her belly, the reason that makes her home crack. Which path did she take? How does the universe determine her fate? You can find it in every part, packed with easy language and real storytelling.