Billionaires Books for Women
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CAPTURING THE WRONG HUSBAND
Nova Dwight returns from years abroad to the shocking revelation about her twin sister, Nora, who was neglected by the very man she loved. Fueled by grief and a thirst for revenge, Nova steps into a world of power plays, corporate rivalries, and hidden agendas. But when a case of mistaken identity leads her to kidnap the wrong man and a contract marriage, she finds herself entangled in a web of deceit, corporate sabotage, and unexpected passion. Nova's revenge leads her to uncover secrets from the past and now she is stuck between two rivals, her contracted husband and her sisters husband who will she choose?/0/48237/coverorgin.jpg?v=81105e13eb7637edc38901bbf03f22e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy’s Little Pet | 18+
~'What am I to you? I want to hear you say it?' 'You are my Daddy?' I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling slightly. 'And what are you to me?' He asked again, his throat bobbing up and down, a wicked glint in his eyes, while I replied lustfully still, "I am your pet.' 'Good girl.' He chimed, his left hand snaking round my neck, as he spanked my ass, and my screams echoed through the sound proof room.' ~ Nursing a heartbreak on a vacation trip to Miami, 21 years old Renee Micheal stumbles into Robert Clarke, 43 year old billionaire mogul and ultimate sex symbol. From subtle flirts, and daring orders, she soon finds herself tangled in passionate nights, steamy sexcapades, forbidden passions, amongst other exploits. With an adventurous ride of love, lust & sinful pleasures awaiting Renee, she explores her sexual fantasies, and lives her life to the fullest. Her daddy is hot quite alright. He's older, that's not a problem. He also spoils her lavishly. But just when Renee thinks she has it all unbeknownst to her an underlying shocking secret is revealed, and her worst nightmare comes true... What's would she do when she discovers this? Well, let's hop on this ride, with Renee & her hot Daddy. This is book 1, of the billionaire erotica romance series, Sex & The City. Each story is intertwined with the last, and each page leaves you craving for more. Rated 18 - Proceed with caution./0/47913/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dd0037af80c1acf68273cf7036d727c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
'My Ruthless Husband
"When do you plan to sign?" He asked while seriously looking at the divorce papers, I stared at it before sitting in front of him. "Is Azi really gone? Are you really just going to throw everything away?" I bit my lower lip to stop myself from sobbing. Tears came to my eyes one after the other, but I immediately wiped them away. "I don't love you anymore, let's not torture ourselves Jade, let's finish thi—" "I'm Preg—" I cut him off but I was immediately stunned when the door opened./1/133892/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d5550189438f849645689ac1642a3ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hired To Be His Fake Wife, Now He's Obsessed
Lilacs never believed billionaires could love. Damien never believed love was real. Until a leaking bookstore and a dying grandfather forced them into a 6-month fake marriage. She thinks he is cold and arrogant. He thinks she is too stubborn and too loud. But when he starts waiting for her to come home... When she starts sleeping in his shirts... When a fake kiss at the Gala stops feeling fake... They both know the truth: This contract will destroy them if they don't tear it first. Will Lila survive his world of money, tabloids, and boardrooms that want her gone? Will Damien learn that some things like love cannot be bought? A contract marriage. A cold billionaire. A sassy bookstore girl. From fake to forever./0/80358/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fe05119f395cdcf22d9cf0c12c0eef3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cinderella Project: A Betrayal, A Fortune
I was just a diligent sales associate, trying to make ends meet in a luxury boutique on Rodeo Drive. After refusing a notoriously cruel socialite's outrageous demands, I was unexpectedly offered a breathtaking new life by charming billionaire Ethan Vanderbilt. No more retail hell, just endless luxury. I accepted, clinging to it as a desperate chance for my family to escape East LA's struggles. But then, a chilling message flashed on his unlocked phone: "How’s our little Cinderella project coming along, E? Is she suitably dazzled yet? Can’t wait for the one-year mark. Payback’s a bitch. ;)" My heart seized. The "fairy tale" wasn't a rescue; it was a cruel, elaborate game orchestrated by the very socialite I’d defied. I was the unwitting star of their 'Cinderella project,' a pawn meant to be adorned, built up, then publicly crushed. Every lavish gift, every forced laugh at their condescending jokes, every demeaning glance from their elite circle felt like a tightening chain. I was just their entertainment, watched by snickering socialites on a private 'countdown' account, cheering for my inevitable downfall. They thought I was easily manipulated, a poor girl blinded by glitz and glamor. How could they be so callously cruel, playing with someone’s entire future? But beneath the shock, a fierce defiance ignited. This wasn't just their bet; it was my fight for survival. A cold, determined smile touched my lips. Okay, Vanderbilts and Van der Woodsens. Let's play. I would use their money, their arrogance, their connections against them. By the time they realized what was happening, I wouldn't just survive their game; I'd build an empire on its ashes. My empire. My rules./0/29744/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5457cb54f98fdf9b7e2591db5b1d5c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Be My Wifey, or Lose Your Job
. "I have found the woman I want to marry. Her name is Janelle Bright. She's the woman I want" George McFarland is one of the ranking billionaire in the city. His mother has been pestering him to get a wife as he isn't getting younger but older. On going to the court to see his employer get indicted,he met Janelle and immediately picks interest in her. "I want to request your daughter from you, ma'am. And,I hope you won't turn me down." George's mother went to Janelle mother convenience shop. When Janelle got to know what was happening,she was told she was going to wed a man she barely knows in the coming weeks./0/41749/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c974164f68ee22124a34004e6f65e35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage contract with a Paralytic
My name is Helen Fonseca, I am a young girl of the lower-middle class, recently graduated from high school and with the dream of studying nursing, but, my world changes radically when because of a serious illness in my mother, my father forces me to marry a man in a wheelchair; I do not know who he is, I do not know him, but it is said that he is an arrogant, cold, calculating and intimidating man, and that's not all, I will have to deal with that, and around him from this moment, what will happen? I don't know, the only thing that is clear to me is that I hate him with all my strength for forcing me to marry him, when I had a life made, a boyfriend, a life, and now I have to leave my whole life to contract a marriage contract with a paralytic./1/106639/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d3f2825bf1a35bbd9c64ec3036d7ff8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Found my Husband Cheat on me When I Was Doing IVF
I had been married for three years and never realized that my husband, Erik Hayes, had a mistress he held dear to his heart until I received an anonymous email one day. It contained a video where he and his mistress, Mia Dixon, were making love passionately for the whole night. Afterwards, he said to Mia, "I wish it were you carrying my baby. Just thinking that Doreen is having my baby makes me sick and makes me want to throw up." Later, everything went as he wished, but he lost his mind./0/82630/coverorgin.jpg?v=303bf7954eb461e23da226206eda4202&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn in the City of Light
Ethan Prescott woke from a car crash with amnesia, a powerful billionaire adrift in a sea of forgotten memories, clinging to the only person who claimed to know him: Cassandra, his supposed secret love who whispered tales of escaping his 'controlling' fiancée, Alexandra. Just as Ethan questioned Cassandra's flimsy narrative and felt the warmth of forgotten affection for Alex, a devastating video surfaced, brutally exposing the truth: his passionate affair with Cassandra wasn't a post-accident manipulation, but a deep betrayal that happened before his injury, even on his actual anniversary with Alex. Alex, heartbroken and disgusted by his shocking duplicity and narcissistic desire to "have it all," swiftly invoked the "Paris Clause," a hidden agreement that instantly stripped Ethan of 75% of his company shares, froze his trust fund for ten years, and permanently banned him from Paris and her life. Plunged into a self-destructive spiral fueled by alcohol and regret, Ethan, after cruelly casting Cassandra aside, then faced a menacing blackmailer revealing an even darker, decade-old secret: an accidental death he'd caused, meticulously covered up by his powerful family. How could one man be so blind, so selfish, and so utterly reckless, systematically dismantling every pillar of his privileged life for fleeting, illicit thrills, now trapped in a deepening quagmire of endless consequences? As Alex found solace and new affection in the romantic, liberating streets of Paris, a city now forever out of Ethan' s reach, he was left consumed by the creeping recognition that he was paying the ever-rising, chilling price of his colossal mistakes./0/89119/coverorgin.jpg?v=0498dda6bd1ec10704a7b78eba3f0514&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Love, Sweet Vengeance
My brother died because we couldn't come up with the fifty-thousand-dollar surgery fee that could have saved him. My boyfriend of five years, Holden, told me we were broke. But at the exact moment my brother took his last breath, Holden was buying a two-hundred-thousand-dollar Porsche for his high school sweetheart. That's when I found out the truth. The man I'd supported for five years wasn't a struggling founder. He was a secret billionaire heir playing poor, and I was just a "placeholder" until his real love came back. To punish me for discovering his secret, he forced me onto the back of a motorcycle in a dangerous street race. Then he jumped off the moving bike to save his lover from a catcall, leaving me to crash. He left me bleeding on the asphalt with a broken leg to rush her to the hospital. Later, he forced me to donate my blood to her because she was "in shock." He told me my brother was a "sunk cost" and that my suffering was my own fault. He even demanded I get on my knees and apologize for distracting him. But Holden didn't know about my grandfather, or the pact he made with five of the most powerful men in the country—a pact to protect me at all costs. Now, I've faked my own death, and I'm about to marry his greatest rival./0/56350/coverorgin.jpg?v=d08157ed680274fc52e1434920c899cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MR BILLIONAIRE'S PERFECT MATCH
"Nevaeh," Aiden softly murmured, "can I lay my head on your shoulder?" I gave a small nod, allowing him to rest his head. He closed his eyes. "Thank you," he exhaled with a sense of peace. "It feels like heaven." "Heaven?" "Your name spelled backward, isn't it?" From the moment I first laid eyes on Aiden Klein, one thought immediately struck me-how flawless he seemed. Aiden, a hardworking man deeply devoted to his family, has captured the attention of many women. Despite his wealth and status as a powerful figure in the business world, what truly stands out is his kind heart. People often wonder, "What would it be like to be loved by him?" But, unfortunately, the answer remains unknown. His heart is cold. He sees no woman. He avoids their touch. Aiden Klein, it appears, cannot love. But I know the truth. Aiden Klein is capable of a love so intense, it could shatter you. I've glimpsed it once, purely by accident. He's the hero who's been broken. And I am the villain of this tale./0/85226/coverorgin.jpg?v=129aec1b3ca78b1cd6e91cc32ead155a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Cold Smile of Revenge
My life was a monument, built brick by brick on my mother' s legacy, dedicated to a name that meant integrity, quality, and family. Then, in a sterile hospital room, it all ended. The man I married, Mark, took everything: my company, my home, my inheritance, and the future of my unborn child. I had saved him from ruin, pulling him from the wreckage of his own failed ventures, using my funds and company resources to clear his name. In return, he promised me the world, and like a fool, I believed him. I invested my expertise, my connections, my family' s capital into him, helping him climb the corporate ladder, all while he climbed on my back. At my most vulnerable, six months pregnant, he stole my designs and sold them to our biggest rival. When I confronted him, he stood with Emily, the woman from that rival firm, sneering, "Even if Emily is ruthless, she loves me and would never betray me!" He twisted the knife, "You\'re just a pawn, Sarah. Bound by our family\'s contract. A tool. If it weren\'t for avenging what your family did to Emily\'s years ago, I wouldn\'t have even bothered with you!" He unraveled everything, funding Emily\'s projects with my firm\'s assets, selling off my child' s future. The hatred consumed me, a fire that burned away every last ounce of love. Then, the world went dark. I woke up, not in that hospital, but in my own bed, two years earlier. My stomach was flat, no baby, no pain. The digital clock showed the exact day Mark first brought Emily home. I heard his voice downstairs, her laugh. He knew. He had come back too. A cold smile spread across my face. "Grandfather," I said, my voice clear and steady as I joined them. "Since Mark likes this woman so much, let\'s welcome her into the family." He had expected tears, not this. My hatred, reborn, was a razor\'s edge. He had just welcomed a viper into his home, a corporate raider I knew would drain him dry in less than ten days./0/81333/coverorgin.jpg?v=26fa0aa212f1491913b43e4a32bf5b2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Wife's Resolve
My life with Ethan was a dream. High school sweethearts, married five years, he was a charismatic tech mogul, and I loved him deeply. Then, I got pregnant, and he seemed absolutely over the moon, especially when we learned it was twins. That dream shattered when I overheard a hushed conversation between Ethan and our fancy OB-GYN. He was demanding an early C-section for me-not for my health, but to align with his mistress Chloe's due date. The "twins" he cried tears of joy over? One was hers, a sickening ploy to pass off her baby as ours for a crucial inheritance. My world tilted on its axis as I discovered I was only carrying one healthy baby. His tearful joy, his endless doting-every cherished moment was a well-rehearsed performance. When I fled, he staged a massive "missing person" search, dragging me back to his hospital while still talking about our "high-risk twins" to control me. Then, on our wedding anniversary, I found him with Chloe, kissing her passionately, planning their wedding right there in the hospital wing he always steered me away from. How could the man I'd loved for a decade be such a monstrous deceiver, using my body, my pregnancy, and my life as pawns in his twisted game? The hypocrisy burned, the casual cruelty a punch to the gut. Everyone around him, even our doctor, was complicit in this horrifying web of lies. But as I watched his humiliating, live-streamed "wedding" to his mistress from my hospital bed, my heartbreak hardened into icy resolve. I finally understood the extent of his betrayal, and that very realization ignited a fierce determination within me. I signed the divorce papers, ready to escape this gilded cage and fight for my freedom and my child's future, no matter the cost./0/56026/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b456376e94bb84e9dcf3fed0a9cce5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Enigmatic's Spontaneous Bride
Ivy Rosalia Jones, a young and beautiful doctor working at a suburban hospital, is determined to marry a man she met through a blind date, even though he is paralyzed. Actually, the marriage was meant to be symbolic, with both of them intending not to interfere in each other's affairs after the wedding. However, Ivy never expected that she would end up marrying the most influential man in the world. Shawn Dyxon Tate, Ivy's husband, has no intention of letting his beautiful wife go. Once she entered his life, he made a decision to spoil her and gave her the world she never had./0/89120/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b669d4163a2dfe7ab1a52ce3b5d1f2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Leaving Ashes, Finding Her Sky
I gave my husband, Chandler, one of my kidneys to save his life. In return, he married me. I was a girl from an orphanage; he was a New York tycoon. I foolishly believed his gratitude would one day turn into love. Then his first love, Kristyn, came back. When she was diagnosed with a rare blood disorder, Chandler dragged me to the hospital and demanded I give her my bone marrow. My doctors warned him that with my failing health, another major surgery would be a death sentence. He called me selfish and forced me onto the operating table. As the doors swung shut, I saw Kristyn, who was supposed to be dying, sit up in her bed. A wicked, triumphant smile spread across her face. Through the glass, she mouthed the words. "I don't have a blood disorder, you idiot." A nurse plunged a thick needle into my spine. They were draining my life away to appease a liar, all on my husband's orders. I died on that table, my last thought a prayer that I would never see him again. But when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in heaven. I was in a private medical facility, and my long-lost childhood friend, Elijah, was standing over me. He looked at me, his eyes burning with a protective fire. "I faked your death, Ava," he said, his voice cold with rage. "Now, let's make them pay."/0/80360/coverorgin.jpg?v=987ced3a85fc4c3c6f9b4bc5eb05f27b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal on My Wedding Day
I was Emily Hawthorne, heir to a legendary family cryptology business, destined to marry Ethan Kent, the charismatic golden boy of East Coast finance. We were the power couple, set to merge empires. I loved him with every fiber, sharing my family’s deepest secrets, fiercely protecting his public image, and even giving him two beautiful children. But once he had everything – power, prestige, my family’s intellectual fortune – he revealed his true, monstrous self. He orchestrated the brutal slaughter of my entire family, without mercy. Not even our own son and daughter were spared. His chilling justification echoed in my mind, "It was you, Emily. You and your damn family. You’re the reason I couldn’t save Clara from her troubles sooner. This is all on you." He blamed me for *his* forbidden love for a socialite. I felt the phantom bullet, the searing flames, as my world ended. How could the man I adored, the father of my children, repay my unwavering loyalty with such unthinkable, cold-blooded annihilation? The betrayal was absolute, the injustice a burning inferno. My family gone. My children gone. All for his ruthless ambition. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my bedroom, on the very morning of our engagement announcement. A second chance. This time, I knew every rule of his twisted game, and I would make him pay for every single tear, every drop of blood./0/83929/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd0d7cfc55a7d280ed32cd07f2b9431f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Calculated Comeback
The harsh fluorescent lights of the ER flickered over Sylvia' s pale face, her party dress torn, mascara smudged. She was my vibrant, wild fiancée-to-be, now fragile and broken from a "roofie" incident. I knelt at her gurney, proposing in that sterile room, promising to be her anchor, to always keep her safe. My life as a simple craft brewery manager felt real with her, far from the corporate schemes of my wealthy family. But the night before our engagement party, rushing to find her, I found her apartment door slightly ajar. Then I heard it: "Wasn't the fake roofie stunt enough? This isn't fair to Caleb!" and her callous response, "Caleb's just too... vanilla. I have needs." The 'roofie'-a performance. My devotion, my comfort, my entire world built on her calculated lie for "content." The woman I loved, mocked me, played me for a fool, shamelessly indulging in an illicit party with her sleazy manager. Every word of sincerity, every act of tenderness I gave her, was met with cold, manipulative mockery. How could the woman I was ready to marry be so utterly fake, so greedily hollow, so ruthlessly cruel? My world collapsed, but in the ruins, a new, chilling clarity emerged. I pulled out my phone, scrolled past her name, and dialed a number I hadn't touched in a year. "Dad. About that merger... I'm in." She thought she was playing games with a vanilla brewery manager. She had no idea she was messing with Caleb Wright, the heir to Wright Oil. The game was far from over. It had just begun./1/112805/coverorgin.jpg?v=17658d914da7f909a6a49cbe97173d58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Wife's Ultimate Revenge
I endured three years of a loveless marriage with my billionaire husband, swallowing his constant insults just to afford my mother's life-saving cardiac care. But everything shattered when Corrin, the woman who framed me with fake scandalous photos in college, returned to New York. Adelbert immediately moved her into our estate, flaunting her as his VIP guest and taking her to family dinners while treating me like absolute dirt. When my mother suffered a massive heart attack, I desperately begged Adelbert to use his top-tier medical connections to save her. He completely ignored my calls, choosing to hold Corrin's hand during her pregnancy ultrasound while my mother flatlined in the ICU. I later discovered a horrifying truth. Corrin was the one who anonymously leaked fake financial documents about my family to the press, intentionally triggering my mother's heart failure. I had sacrificed all my dignity for this marriage, only to be humiliated and watch my mother almost die at the hands of his pregnant mistress. How could Adelbert be so blindly devoted to a manipulative monster while looking at his own wife with pure disgust? I taped our torn prenuptial agreement back together, slammed the divorce papers onto his desk, and packed my bags. "I am throwing away a piece of garbage that has disgusted me for three years." This time, I was going to make them bleed./0/56351/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a8f9d6bcf635c6e1079a6cf4e8401a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breastfeeding the CEO's Baby
Binna was an innocent and very beautiful girl, but she was forced by her boyfriend to wear and artificial scar on her face and to dress ugly. Her boyfriend also forced her to get pregnant with his sperm through IVF, she had miscarriage after two attempts, out of fear of her boyfriend, she went to another hospital to get IVF with another man's sperm pretending it was her boyfriend's baby she was carrying. After nine months, she gave birth to two kids. The doctor gave her one kid and gave one to the man who donated the sperm. The man who donated the sperm was Logan Watsons, a billonnaire. All Logan wants was a baby not a wife. But Logan's baby refused to take anything into her mouth including water and artificial milk. The doctors advice Logan to hire a woman who gave birth newly to breastfeed his baby. Binna's boyfriend stole her baby and ran away to sell, Binna with her breast milk running down and soaking her clothes, she roamed the street of Vareen looking for her boyfriend and her baby. In the process, she heard about the advertisement for a breast feeder, she went for the interview and was hired by Watson to breastfeed his baby. How will the game play out?/0/82956/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1c14dc092d2fd1e196dc725c7f68bbe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
