Billionaires Books for Women
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Dumped, I Became His Sister-in-law
Maddison Huston loses everything in one night; her job, her home, her reputation, and the man she loved. Branded a seductress and cast aside at her ex-lover's wedding, she is left broken, homeless, and humiliated. One drunken night leads to a dangerous encounter with a stranger whose touch she can't forget, only to discover he is Aldric Hawthorne, the ruthless CEO who holds her fate in his hands. ************************************************** "That's how you show appreciation?" he asked quietly. "To someone who saved you from danger? Protected you because you were careless enough to drink yourself unconscious in a bar?" I blinked in confusion. "Protected. me?" "Yes. And you dare accuse me of taking advantage of you? Seriously, Miss Huston?" He stopped in front of me and trailed his eyes from my legs up to my face. I felt cornered, stupid and confused. "No, I remember everything." I tried to keep my voice steady but my shaking breaths betrayed me. "You kissed me, you touched me, you even." I trailed on my last words because I couldn't bring myself to say it. His eyes glinted with something I couldn't read. "You don't seem to have recovered from the alcohol," he said with a smirk on his face, stepping closer while I backed away until my back hit the wall. His arm braced beside my head, and my breath caught as he leaned in, heat radiating from his body like fire contained in a man. "You must be so delusional to have imagined me having sex with you," he murmured, his lips brushing so close to my ear my knees weakened. My breath stuttered. "I didn't imagine-" He lifted my chin to look at him, his mouth hovered on my lips and his hot breaths hitting my face; My heart was beating so fast at the closeness and the look in his eyes, like he was going to devour me. Then his voice dropped into a dark whisper behind my ear. "I don't fuck virgins." My stomach flipped as his breath grazed my neck. How did he know?/1/123774/coverorgin.jpg?v=b081079dca6c55487eb9bdbc4d0b1cfd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced Wife: Now Untouchable
"Mine. You are all mine, Torie. And I will kill any man that gets any close to you." He swears. When I feel the heels of Graham's hand grind my clitoris, I stand on tiptoes, my hands circling around his neck for stability. I feel Graham pushed into me, and I moaned. "Tell me to stop, little bird. Tell me to stop touching you." Graham mutters, his teeth biting my lips, drawing it out with passion. This is my cue to stop this, but when I open my mouth, my brain betrays me. "Mmm... More, Graham." I moaned out. Revenge is a glass of wine I sip on while I watch my Ex-husband crumble before me. Nothing could prepare me for the day I caught my husband fucking my best friend on his office desk. The hurt I felt serving him those divorce papers and begging my family to accept me as the heiress of The Blackwood Group. Now, I am contracted to a billionaire with a dark past who thinks I am his play thing. And that man is my ex-husband's uncle!/1/112771/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cdc8f90c863fd179c7930683f5edc44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Walks Away Free
For fourteen years, Faith was the perfect Jarvis trophy wife. Plucked from her parents' funeral at seventeen, she was molded into an obedient, quiet accessory for Branson's billionaire empire. But while she managed his charities and smiled at galas until her face ached, he was busy humiliating her. She found another woman's gold bracelet in his desk, and today, his affair with a 23-year-old actress was broadcast on a massive electronic billboard right above his own Wall Street headquarters. For years, Faith had endured his coldness. He stopped touching her after the second miscarriage. He left her alone to cry in the back of his chauffeured cars at 3 AM. He thought her silence meant she was too weak, too poor, and too grateful to ever walk away. He called her a "cheap pet" who couldn't survive without his credit cards and mansions. He truly believed she needed someone else to want her before she could leave him. He never understood that wanting herself was enough. Did he really think she spent all those lonely nights just crying in her gilded cage? He was dead wrong. Faith didn't just pack a cheap duffel bag to run away. She walked right into his seventy-third-floor corner office, slammed down a zero-compensation divorce agreement, and tossed a highly encrypted USB drive onto his desk. "Sign the papers today, Branson. Or I hand your company's deepest secrets to a short-seller, and we watch your empire burn."/1/105401/coverorgin.jpg?v=18c7d752621a50bc5635d2f1604ddeba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."/1/116823/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a5dba96c3b95f8369692be1ec4f9f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped By My Ex But His Uncle Wants Me
"You are so wet for me, my little girl." "Yes daddy.ah.," I whimpered, my toe curling... "Look at me," he commanded, his thumb lifting my chin with practiced ease. "I need you to see the way I undo you, see how I will make you shatter for the first time." I was about to close my eyes in pleasure as he rode me to cloud nine when I saw Cole through the glass door. He seemed to have been standing there for a while from the look on his face and what made my heart fled to my mouth was that he was looking straight at us as Roman fucked me raw, his expression unreadable. "Fuck! Cole is here." 24 hours ago, I had a job, a boyfriend, and a promise to myself to stay pure until marriage. But when I refused to perform oral sex on my boss, I lost everything-my career, my dignity, all of it. Broken and desperate, I ran to my boyfriend Cole, only to find him in a groom's tuxedo, marrying another woman. He called me a nobody. He laughed in my face, mocking me for being old-fashioned and clinging to my virginity. If he could betray me like this, why shouldn't I sleep with his uncle Roman? I thought it would just be a reckless, vengeful one-night stand. Then Roman handed me a contract. He said my scent was the only cure for his insomnia. The deal would get my job back, pay for my brother's medical bills, and let me finally support myself. Do I refuse. or sign?/1/113324/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff677c7ca661420c3ff4449d65200d63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Comeback
For three years, Corinna swallowed her pride and lived as the obedient, invisible wife of billionaire Holland Warner. But at a high-society gala, someone shoved a phone in her face. The headline screamed that her husband had just bought a $50 million penthouse for his mistress. At that exact moment, her private phone rang. Her brother had collapsed in the ICU. The hospital needed five hundred thousand dollars by midnight, or they would pull the plug. She desperately called her trust fund manager, only to be told her allowance was frozen. When she called Holland, his mistress answered, laughing at her pathetic begging while the shower ran in the background. Fifty million for a love nest, but not a single dime to save Corinna's dying brother. When she finally woke up, signed the divorce papers, and left to rebuild her life as a jewelry designer, Holland didn't let her go. He used his Wall Street empire to evict her, cut off her suppliers, and blacklist her brand overnight. Corinna didn't understand why he was so determined to crush her. He never loved her, so why did he think his money gave him the absolute right to control her soul and watch her drown? Instead of breaking down, she put on a cheap thrift-store suit and walked straight into the Warner Group headquarters. She slammed a stack of his family's illegal financial records right onto his mahogany desk. "Sign the divorce papers," Corinna told him coldly. "Or I will show the world what kind of monster runs this empire."/1/119715/coverorgin.jpg?v=97fb012e3bc8cd4679b79880441071c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Last Clause
"Sign it," he said. Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt-it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did. Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything-her love, her identity, her silent devotion-only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient. But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed. Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read.../1/107957/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cd8053918ef36865e133cb3c9b350b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband
The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."/1/114309/coverorgin.jpg?v=8371943fc27ee3e2f30b2e8fc6042eab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captain, Sign Our Divorce NOW!
For three years, Rachel lived in a marriage that almost no one knew existed. To the outside world, Captain Jared Holland-the cold and powerful second son of the influential Holland family-was single. Only a handful of people knew the truth: Rachel was his legal wife. Their marriage had begun because of a mistake and was bound by a prenuptial agreement that promised it would end quietly after three years. And in Jared's heart, there had always been someone else-Olivia, his foster sister and first love. When Rachel returns from a grueling flight and sees a video of Jared desperately carrying Olivia to the hospital, the last illusion she held onto finally shatters. That same night, she signs the divorce papers and walks away with nothing but a suitcase and her dignity. But when the time comes to finalize the divorce, Jared refuses to sign-always finding excuses to delay it. The woman he once ignored is now determined to leave. And the man who never valued her is suddenly unwilling to let her go. Rachel looked at the man in front of her and frowned: "Jared what are you playing? Sign the divorce papers." Jared smiled, "Darling, I am sorry, I was wrong. Please, let's not get divorce."/0/87421/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c82d238f8325e82d3beee5676b0ad9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated Fortune: The Poisoned Heir's Bride
She was set up by her family and married to a disabled man who was seriously ill as a wedding bride. On their wedding night, they were so tit for tat that they wanted to kill each other. But unexpectedly, the forced marriage became more and more fragrant. The couple worked together to abuse the scum and sweep the world. "Honey, I want a gift." That night, a man booked the auction house and spent 50 billion to surprise her, which shocked the whole world. "Honey, I like a villa." The next day, a man bought everything within a few thousand miles. "Good girl, it's all yours." "Honey, I want to..." "Let me guess." The man interrupted her and threw her down. "You want a baby."/1/113085/coverorgin.jpg?v=9db7bbdbf00e6f93f0638c9f348c07af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife
I was drugged and sent to a hotel room to be compromised, but I ended up in the presidential suite with a stranger. I didn't know the man I clung to in my hallucinogenic haze was my own husband, Devaughn Winters, a man I hadn't spoken to in a year. When I woke up the next morning, the terror of what I’d done hit me like a physical blow. I fled, leaving behind nothing but a shredded dress and a lingering sense of dread. I thought I’d finally escaped the cold, suffocating contract of our marriage when I signed the divorce papers, but I was wrong. My mother-in-law arrived at my apartment, freezing my sick mother’s medical funds and threatening to ruin me for the "infidelity" she claimed I’d committed. She dragged my secrets into the light, leaving me with no choice but to fight back with a knife in my hand and a 911 call on speaker. But just as I thought I was free, the man I’d spent the night with—the man who was supposed to be my stranger—tore up our divorce papers and declared that I was his to keep. I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand, trapped between a ruthless father who wanted to sell me for corporate secrets and a husband who demanded I belong to him in life and in death. How did he not know who I was that night, and why is he suddenly claiming me as his own? I’m done being a victim, and if he thinks he can own me, he’s about to find out exactly what happens when a cornered woman decides to burn it all down./0/59962/coverorgin.jpg?v=251b0bc8732198eae72839af24260808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CEO'S HIGH SCHOOL SURROGATE
The initial agreement was for Avery's elder sister, Monica, to become a surrogate and bear the child of one of the wealthiest bachelors in Base City. This was to help cover their mother's hospital bills. However, what happens when Monica betrays her sister and the CEO by eloping with her lover, taking all the money paid for their mother's illness? Avery, only 18 years old and in her final year of high school, had no other choice but to step in as the substitute surrogate to save her mother's life. Will Avery's life ever remain the same after making this significant decision regarding her life? Will this two stand a chance to be together despite the challenges and tribulations that come with their relationship? Can they withstand the test of time? Instagram @Author_Mah_Ama for more updates./0/88219/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3700ea7405dd7d6f4f52b7cd81d97a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After One Reckless Night
"Did you really think you could run from me forever.....after the way I touched you that night?" he growled, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, eyes dark with intensity as they drank her in. "You were mine from the second I touched you....and no amount of time or distance will change that." Her breath hitched. She hated the way her body remembered him-how his voice alone could shatter her defenses. His touch burned through the fabric of time, pulling at memories she'd fought to bury. Every word he spoke sent a shiver down her spine, curling heat in places she'd sworn had long gone numb. But it wasn't just desire. It was fear. Fear of what he made her feel. Fear of the truth she hadn't told him. Fear that if she let him in again, she might never find the strength to walk away. As the past and old enemies resurface and buried secrets begin to unravel, Kimberly is forced to confront the past she tried so hard to forget. But with every truth revealed, the danger grows, and so does the temptation to fall again. Caught between betrayal, obsession, and a love that refuses to die, Kimberly must fight to protect the one thing she swore to keep safe. Because some sins don't stay buried. And some passions are impossible to escape./1/119318/coverorgin.jpg?v=2588390c54892bb04da24ccfe168a155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!
"Spread your legs," the cold, handsome doctor ordered. To escape her ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation , Alana Martin attended an elite gala, wore a borrowed gown , and ended up spending a wild night with a dangerously handsome stranger. Panicked, she fled the next morning -only to end up in the hospital days later with severe inflammation. But when the curtain pulled back, the "doctor" examining her intimate areas was the exact same man from that night! Worse? He was looking at her with a wicked smirk, "You stole my first night, ignored my note , and now you're playing the amnesia game? I'm the victim here, little lady. Take responsibility."/1/109258/coverorgin.jpg?v=292ede69f946427d88044849cd9d922c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FLASH MARRIAGE: His Revengeful Wife
Lauren Sterling gave up her career to support her boyfriend, Julian Drake, believing his words that he and his family lived for privacy. But it was nothing but a lie. He had only replaced her with her best friend. On the day they were supposed to get married, he left her waiting. Out of desperation, Lauren Sterling married a stranger! Alexander Ashford. The man who gave her three months to take her revenge. In a dangerous game where revenge collides with betrayal, dangers and secrets. Will Lauren Sterling survive?/0/99271/coverorgin.jpg?v=aff0935f4964e123a28886e0646f89d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Dumping the CEO, I Went Back to Being the Billionaire
Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower-pushing every button she could-until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness. Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced." Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. *Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!* Alexander was certain he'd never regret his decision. That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we'll take down anyone who dares mess with you!" Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let's get back together."/0/55240/coverorgin.jpg?v=cef02efa1f9e429ae9ad025a45381719&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In the apocalypse, I possess trillions worth of resources
As a disaster quietly brewed, the alarm bells of doomsday rang out bit by bit. Blizzards, extreme heatwaves, flooding, torrential rains, insect plagues, mutated creatures, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions... When all disasters overturned the laws of nature one after another, Xiao Qi was reborn back to before the apocalypse, becoming a completely different person from herself. In this life, she, who feared death, originally intended to rely on her space to hoard goods madly, just to quietly survive the apocalypse. However, the suddenly appeared surrogate parents would risk their lives to protect her, and the soldiers, who were also afraid of pain and death, would tirelessly strive to save the suffering people time and time again, also saving her repeatedly. As the warm light slowly spread into her heart, she began to learn to love the world like her parents and protect this small family. But she originally only wanted to contribute a little bit, but in the end, inexplicably became the richest landlady in the country?/1/114127/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2c19f4040042fb30e79f56da38245a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE VALENTINE PROPOSAL
Liora Jovan's life shatters the moment she catches her boyfriend cheating, her Valentine proposal ruined. In a reckless act of humiliation and fury, she proposes to a stranger in the lobby... who turns out to be Everett Montague, her ex's billionaire boss. Amused and dangerously charming, Everett offers a fake three-month engagement to serve his own needs-and her revenge. The rules are clear: no real feelings, separate lives, public affection only. When fake turns into something intoxicatingly real, a buried secret threatens to tear them apart./1/115032/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce862da6fb57c2758bdafff95807936f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby
I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant. It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication. Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York. My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm. Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match. I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life. "Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!" But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died. As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died. I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay./0/92128/coverorgin.jpg?v=66219e91e603e0ca5f434021151b3f45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
