Billionaires Books for Women
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He Chose my Cousin, I Chose Revenge
On our tenth anniversary, I came home with roses and the biggest deal of my career. I expected celebration. Instead, I found my husband in bed with my cousin. They looked at me like I was the one who had interrupted something that mattered. That night, I walked away from the man I thought loved me and the company I built. They thought I vanished. They rebranded everything in my absence, twisted the story, and erased my name from what I created. But I did not disappear. I became Juliana Cross. And I am not here to beg for what was mine. I am here to take it all back./0/85416/coverorgin.jpg?v=a98668e84f116f34493bf7e4bd472aff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Dies, Fury Awakens
My life was a perfectly curated symphony, a testament to my hard work. From my luxurious hotel in Napa, overlooking rolling green hills, I believed my children, Leo and Mia, were thriving, showered with everything money could buy. Then a tiny, discordant note shattered the illusion: a seemingly insignificant $85.50 charge from a pawn shop. Before I could process the unsettling anomaly, my phone rang. Sarah Jenkins from Child and Family Services. Anonymous report. My children. The world tilted again as a fraud alert flashed on my screen, locking Mark' s account – the bottomless well funding their lives. The house was dark, silent, too quiet. I found my confident son, Leo, thin and bruised, and my vibrant Mia, dull-eyed and bearing circular bruises, clinging to a faded t-shirt. Through their broken whispers, the horrific truth spilled out: Mark had been selling their possessions, spending my money on his new girlfriend, Karen, and her daughter, Jessica. He' d hurt them, physically and emotionally. How could the man I trusted with my most precious treasures become this monster? What kind of depraved mind preys on children, especially his own, for profit and pleasure? A cold, hard resolve solidified in my chest. This ends now. He had stolen their childhood, their safety, their trust. He would pay. I grabbed my phone, and with three taps, cut off his lifeline, ready for war./0/84321/coverorgin.jpg?v=240ef34f4c255e15a7042655ffdc8e01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Wives Disappear
The Plaza gala reeked of lilies and old money, the clinking of teaspoons barely masking the tension. My mother-in-law, Rosalynn, her eyes rimmed red, leaned forward and whispered, "He has another family, Gabrielle." My world shattered. My husband Ethan, the Wall Street titan, had just bought a multi-million dollar Tribeca loft for Molly Clarkson, "The Sharkette." We sat in that gilded cage, our perfect lives exposed as a cruel joke, bonded by a betrayal so deep it stole our breath. They' d spin it as a "nervous breakdown" if we tried to leave, dragging us back into a more pitiful cage. We were trapped, powerless, suffocating in a life that wasn't ours. Only one way to be truly free, Rosalynn declared, looking at me with a new, dangerous fire. "We have to die."/0/80723/coverorgin.jpg?v=50b9272c57d984b81f14d8f3f834d492&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Husband's Unexpected Power
I had long embraced my role as the quiet, unremarkable husband, often ridiculed for supposedly failing at business and living off my wife, Brittany. My marriage was a pact, a secret agreement with her father to save his struggling retail empire. For years, I patiently endured Brittany’s public mockery, casual disrespect, and blatant infidelity with her personal trainer, Chad. I let the stinging whispers of "kept man" wash over me, maintaining my carefully crafted facade. But at tonight’s glittering charity ball, her cruelty escalated. She shamelessly paraded Chad, then, scoffing at my "lack of ambition," she dramatically produced divorce papers. In front of high society, she thrust them into my hands, sneering that I was a burden and she never wanted me. The room erupted in snickers, the crowd visibly reveling in my supposed humiliation, assuming I would beg. They believed I was truly a nobody, a pathetic freeloader, easily discarded. Years of my patience, enduring this charade for a sacred promise, vanished in that moment. Their smug faces, her utter betrayal—did she truly believe I was the penniless man she so gleefully cast aside? I calmly accepted the divorce, a decision that visibly stunned everyone in the ballroom. Then, during the ongoing charity auction, as she brazenly flaunted her wealth, I began to subtly bid against her, defying her by one dollar at a time. I had given her countless chances, but tonight, something truly had to break. My carefully constructed facade finally shattered, and it was time for them all to witness the true identity of the man they had been so arrogantly mocking./0/39893/coverorgin.jpg?v=101eec58b2e35591639f589e92b39965&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Waitress and the Billionaire
On a special day celebrating his son's birthday, Peter Bennet meets a beautiful waitress who arouses an intense and obsessive desire in him. Amber Carter, a newly adult girl still immature with a very difficult life, raised in an orphanage in the poorest part of Costa Rica. After coming of age and finding housing with an old lady, the orphan gets a job as a waitress in a soccer arena, what she didn't know was that she was being lusted after by a man she had listened to and feared so much, billionaire Peter./0/81349/coverorgin.jpg?v=5721c993be3c98b7888f5fe7a442511f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Hand of Sterling
I spent hours sourcing ingredients, meticulously preparing a farm-to-table lunch for my wife, Olivia. It was meant to show my unwavering support for her booming career, a perfect culinary testament to my love. But Olivia barely glanced at the beautifully set table. One quick peck on the cheek, a mumbled excuse about a "team BBQ," and she was gone. Moments later, I saw it: her Instagram, smugly captioning a brisket sandwich, while her assistant Mark' s LinkedIn showcased my elaborate meal, beautifully plated at his office desk, praising Olivia as the "Best Boss." My scallops. My panna cotta. All discarded and used as a prop for her assistant. When I confronted her, she fiercely defended Mark, even accusing me of being "childish." Later, in a fit of rage, she shattered our anniversary sculpture and even a Sterling family heirloom, injuring me in the process, while implying my actions destroyed our relationship. It wasn't just about lunch. It was a relentless invalidation, a blatant disrespect for our vows, for my very identity. My devotion wasn't just unappreciated; it was actively repurposed for another man' s gain, treated as worthless by the woman I cherished most. How could she prioritize his superficial flattery over everything we built? That was the breaking point. I left, but not in defeat. My "departure" was merely phase one. When I unexpectedly returned, catching her laughing intimately with Mark and her own mother dismissing my pain, I knew. The shattered wedding photo I left behind wasn't just physical debris; it was a promise. A promise of a meticulous, devastating reckoning./0/51939/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3a14e88bb93e20853bd605b8cd7d4b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A contract with a billionaire
While playing truth and dare with her friends, Isabella is forced to kiss a handsome stranger in a club. When she goes for an interview, the man she kisses turns out to be a billionare and blackmails her to signing a contract with him. Justin Noble wants a wife to secure his family inheritance so when Isabella presents herself to him, he offers her a contract marriage but this marriage doesn't last. When Justin's true love returns, Isabella is kicked away ruthlessly but what happens when she discovers that she's pregnant with twins? What will Justin do when he realizes that he can't live without Isabella? Follow me to discover what happens when the two pursue Love, revenge and redemption./0/63359/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Oops! Falling in Love With my CEO by Accident!
Have you ever had a truly disastrous day at work? Imagine walking into an elevator with a celebrity and pretending not to recognize them, only to realize you work for them. No? It must just be me then. Now I have to try to impress them with my personality and professionalism. Funny enough, right? And guess what, it's Janus Phillips, the CEO. He has long hair and a captivating smile that's often featured in the tabloids. And I forgot to mention his model girlfriends who change all the time! I wear Doc Martens and weird clothes. Not very glamorous, huh? The problem is, I think he likes me, at least until he catches me with someone else./0/80880/coverorgin.jpg?v=91a7aa0c48232cf4b98937762e54df9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Cold Fury
Eleanor Hayes, CEO of Hayes Heritage Corp, had just sealed the deal of her career. Stepping off her jet at Logan, her family’s legacy felt untouchable. But then her phone vibrated. A headline screamed: "Hayes Heiress Olivia Park Engaged to Notorious Magnate Victor Sterling!" Victor. A predator decades older than her only daughter. This was impossible. Cold fury washed over her. At home, pure chaos. Her trusted mentees, Jace, Mark, and Caleb, alongside Chloe Bishop, had turned her estate into a den of debauchery. She found Olivia upstairs, frail, gasping for air, her asthma deliberately triggered. The mentees mocked her, conspiring to force the marriage and steal her inheritance. Later, the doctor confirmed "sensitive trauma," bruising, and possible drugging. My daughter. Manipulated, endangered, tortured in her own home, by the very people I trusted. How could I have been so blind? What monstrous games had they been playing? Clasping Olivia close, Eleanor made a silent vow: absolute retribution. Then Olivia whispered: "I recorded them, Mom. I recorded everything." The hunter had become the hunted. It was time for Eleanor Hayes to show them the true meaning of power./0/73684/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c4b3cc225d695e5bccba63d35a5a0d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Boss And I
This is the story of Jacinta, the daughter of a rich man and Damian, an oprhan who inherited billions from his adopted parents. Jacinta happens to lose everything to his greedy uncle and gets employed by Damian who is so arrogant. Jacinta has elevator phobia and Damian wonders why, but secrets start to unfold as they start to get along. The learn that Jacinta still has some untouched wealth from her father and that they were childhood sweethearts united by her father. But the greedy uncle and his family are still on her neck./0/17836/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa4fb4dadc51b022b018c5dd12876972&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Mistress
" I honestly do not know what type of game you're playing here but do not think, not for a second that I will leave my wife for a slut like you."He began to yell in a harsh tone, causing me to freeze in my tracks."Give me one good reason, why I should love you and if you think a baby will change the way I feel about you then you're wrong. I don't love you River.In fact, I never will." He said, with venom in each of his words. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.I could not believe this is the picture he had of me. "Love simply does not have reason love is an indescribable feeling and I am not asking anything on your behalf,"I replied, matching the same tone as his. Of course, deep down I knew it was all a lie. ***** One disastrous turn of events drives River to do the impossible to save her family, and that is put to the test when she asked to sleep with the handsome billionaire known as Ethan Scott, so she may carry the heir to his company./1/103251/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d1f191b54be7f37b72109c5620b6355&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Dream Finally Died
Once upon a time, Ryann had been the sole recipient of Colby's undivided love, making the sense of its absence all the more piercing when it was gone. She stated plainly, "Let's get divorced." Yet, with an arm casually wrapped around another woman's waist, Colby responded with a careless grin, "You and I are meant to be tied together forever."/0/25189/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9c81845a4d82ba38afe6f2650a3a9a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Midnight Secret
"Judie Ernst, the simple and pure girl, married Charles Shield, who was seriously crippled at 15, after being occasionally saved by him. Though Charles is physically disabled, Judie never simply regards him with sympathy, instead, she loves him and respects him as her reliable husband. However, each time her husband was out home, a masked man mysteriously appeared in her room and she was reluctantly embroiled with the masked man, which made her annoyed and unbearable as if she was cheating on her husband. Later, nevertheless, she’s surprised to find out that the masked man is actually..."/0/46934/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4bd171b4d3301f615c419ec212ad938&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sixth Wife Of Mr. Billionaire
PROLOGUE I suddenly stunned because I saw Hellios was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room. He had thick eyebrows that were like sharp swords, deep emotionless gray eyes with a sharp gaze, thin lips, sharp and perfect jawline, and a tall but strong figure. The article other features I've read it's really looked like. Handsome not enough words to describe him. He looked ethereal, majestic like he was born to be king, making others kneel and submit themselves to him. But I'm an exception duh. I took a deep breath and calmly sat down in front of this Greek. I put down the pack of tissues, putting it on the table in front of him. "What are you doing woman?" Hellios raised his thick black eyebrows and asked. "Wipe my tears." I honestly said. Hellios was stunned and soon burst into laughter oh god, he's so handsome he laughed! "Do you think I will make you cry too?" "but none of them went out with a smile so I guess yes" I said in a matter-of-fact. "because they very dissapoint me how they're answering" "require to answer all your questions?" I asked. "Yes" he said lazily. "Okay spill it" "Do you know how many times that I divorced" his first question "Five" I immediately answer because his question is everyone knows. "And do you think a man who can't even manage his family. Would have the ability to manage a company well?" His fellow asked. I sighed. "Yes. The personal issue about his family can be set aside." I coolly said. Hellios stared at me and smirked. What's wrong with his smile? I questionably asked myself. "what's your name young lady?" He asked. "Fime Scar Clarkson" "You may leave" I was surprised when he said blinking my eyes third times. "Will you choose me?" I directly asked him. "Why would I choose you. Give me a reasonable reason" he asked and lips curled as if found sound interesting. "Because I'm your sixth wife and last" I confidently said. "Last wife?" He snorted. "So arrogant" he added but I just grinned at him. "why? Don't you believe me? You can give me a try unless your afraid that I have the ability to make you fall in love with me. Mr Larckstone" I teased him. He's face becomes serious but I don't mind as long as he chooses me I'm just to desperate to be his wife Isn't like that I have feelings for him I just really need him. "Alright. I give it a try because of your courage but remember It doesn't matter who I'll choose because I don't want to love any woman at all" he clearly said and stood up. Alright! 'Mission Accomplish' I can't help but smile! "I'll assure you that I'm gonna be Sixth wife and last wife" I confidently said to him with Sweetly smile./0/24720/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbbcf6cef8f9ff537d12b848a6852ac3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owning The Mafia Don- The Other Mafia Don
Gaston St.Claire, the Mafia Don from the previous book is out to get his old enemy, Dmitri. Dmitri has vowed to destroy his family, particularly the woman he loves, his wife April He embarks on a way to kill th mn but in the process, his wife misunderstands him. He turns to his old flame, a woman who is now a noted porn star . April is torn between her love for her husband and he bewilderment at his actions. Meanwhile, Schwartz meets Sophia, whose sister was lured into the porn movie business and has disappeared. The two of them are attracted to each other but Sophia fights the attraction. How things spin out of control involving Gaston and April, Schwartz and Sophia forms the story line./0/74467/coverorgin.jpg?v=b926d67c65ad2c1921403c132fd87d76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex's Uncle Is My Baby's Daddy
On the night of their engagement party, Emma finds Lena in Ryan's arms. Ryan smirks. "You were never enough, Emma." Lena watches with zero guilt. "You had everything, Emma. It's my turn now." Emma is devastated, but the real blow comes next- Her parents choose Lena over her. "You've always been a disappointment, Emma. Lena is the daughter we should have had." ****** "I used to be a Sinclair. I used to be someone's daughter, someone's fiancée. But then I learned-being their daughter meant nothing. Being his fiancée meant nothing. So I let them bury that girl. And when I rose, I made sure no one would ever break me again."/0/78691/coverorgin.jpg?v=d85005daeb5daed4c302ae34f5e2cc11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marry My Mommy, Stranger
Vivianna's husband married her for her inheritance, and after he took everything she had, he sent her to a gigolo's bed and took pictures. He threatened her to divorce with those pictures and forced her out of her house without a penny. She left her home country in disgrace. Four years later, she returned home as a Chief Jewelry Designer, and had a three-year-old son. Her genius boy told her after he got off the plane, "I'll get the richest man in the world to be my daddy and back you up!" She took it as a joke, yet two days later, her assistant told her that her son was stolen by the most powerful man in the world, and invited her to dinner?! When meeting, that man held her little boy and told her domineeringly, "He called me dad. Hum... not bad."/0/83697/coverorgin.jpg?v=1dd4a172313ac47d32257855eae07d03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Wife's Staggering Fortune
For eight years, I played the perfect Sterling wife-flawless galas, impeccable children, managing an empire. My quiet smile was a performance, a countdown to my escape from a life I never truly owned. Then, Richard brought her home: Chloe, his "authentic" high school sweetheart, ready to play the homewrecker. I watched, amused, as my world shattered on cue, my children turning against me under her sweet influence. But amusement turned to disgust when the "accidents" began – shellfish, drowning, a staged fall – all pointing to me, the jealous wife. Richard' s rage erupted, not at her lies, but at my supposed malice. He slapped me, sent me crashing into glass, then left me bleeding on the floor, confined to my room. My own children, Madison and Liam, saw her staged tears, not my pain, calling me toxic and vindictive. They chose her, their "Aunt Chloe," over their own mother, cheering on my destruction. How could my children, whom I' d dedicated my life to, believe such an obvious charade engineered by a woman less than half my age? Why did I, the master strategist, allow myself to become a bruised, discarded prop in their narrative? Trapped in a freezing wine cellar, moments from death, a familiar voice echoed: "Contract fulfilled, Sarah. Initiating extraction." Only my "death" wasn't the end. It was my rebirth, my strategic return to dismantle the Sterling delusion and reclaim my life, this time on my own devastating terms./0/82602/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fb2657223d22dfbfc2ea673eec9ba6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scorned Fiance: Reclaiming His Crown
I barely had two pennies to rub together, living in a small back-house room the Petersons let me use, but at least I had Tiffany. Tiffany Peterson, my beautiful fiancée, was my world. That was, until she didn't come home from whatever party she' d gone to. The next morning, Julian Astor III, New York' s notorious playboy, appeared. He smirked, waving Tiffany's silk scarf in my face. "Found it in my penthouse this morning. Tiffany left in a bit of a hurry. You'll be seeing a lot more of her." Tiffany confirmed it all, not a trace of remorse on her face. Our engagement? "A formality, darling. Julian is my future." Later, Julian returned to my room, his goons beating my only friend, Mike, just for asking questions. Julian then detailed intimate acts with Tiffany, twisting the knife. When I confronted the Petersons, my adoptive parents, they sneered: "You're a nobody, Alex. An orphan we took in out of charity. You will go along with it." My supposed family, the people who raised me, were selling me out, orchestrating my humiliation for their social climb. My world shattered. How could this be happening? The woman I loved, my adoptive family, all conspiring to humiliate and discard me like trash. Why? What had I ever done to deserve such betrayal and cruelty? Broken and devoid of hope, I started packing my worn duffel bag – the only thing left from my parents. Then, something fell out: a faded photograph of a woman with my eyes, wearing a unique crescent-moon pendant. A stranger named Chloe Vanderbilt later saw it and whispered of "a prominent family, a lost heir, connected by a crescent symbol." Was there more to my past than I knew? And could this secret be my only way out of this nightmare?/0/80412/coverorgin.jpg?v=817e735def5172a4d9df0b2fff74b9ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
