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Billionaires Books for Women

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His Crazy Queen

His Crazy Queen

25 years old Amara, she's the daughter of the former President Banks. She has been tagged as a sociopath and a crazy one at that,she loves romance movies but hates romance for real. Amara had long stopped believing in love. Life had shown her enough to convince her that romance was nothing but a beautiful lie, she built a quiet wall around her emotions. Yet, strangely enough, she found comfort in romance movies-the only place where love still felt safe, predictable, and happy. She watched every love story with teary eyes, always knowing it wasn't her reality... and maybe never would be. A billionaire by blood and a crazy psychopath at that but keeping her name on the spotlight.She calls all men snakes but things changed when she met a cold guy, who is he ? That was until Vince came crashing into her world-cold and completely uninterested in emotional attachments,As she's faced with the possibility that maybe, just maybe,love isn't a myth after all. Their paths crossed in the most unexpected way-a deal gone wrong, a misunderstanding that put them at odds, and a twist of fate that forced them to work together. She wanted to keep it strictly business. He didn't care enough to argue. But there's one thing neither of them planned for: *the spark.* As walls begin to crack and hidden truths surface, Amara finds herself drawn into a web of love with Vince. But is she ready to risk her guarded heart again? *What happens when a girl who doesn't believe in love,Cold meets Crazy, Surely some crazy occurrences will take place* *Find out in Chapter One...*
His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer

For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez. On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me. His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture. In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage. He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger. When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered. "She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back." He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg. He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control. But he was wrong. I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return. I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan. "It is time to find myself again."
Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body. A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain. The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust. Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits? "Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis." Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

Five years ago, Grace was left to die in the suffocating darkness of a collapsed building. She survived with severe amnesia, clawing her way through Los Angeles as a broke, struggling actress. But her fragile peace shattered when she was cornered by Bryce Delaney, a ruthless billionaire who looked at her with agonizing, terrifying obsession. He slammed a multi-million dollar prenuptial agreement onto his mahogany desk, demanding she become a bought-and-paid-for mother to his three identical sons. Worse, she accidentally ran into her biological mother, a wealthy socialite, on the street. Instead of joy, her mother looked at Grace in absolute horror. "You should have stayed dead! To us, you are dead!" At her most important audition, her sister Ashleigh publicly humiliated her, mocking her torn clothes and ordering security to throw her out like trash. Meanwhile, Bryce threatened to destroy her entirely if she tried to escape his grasp. Grace was suffocating in confusion and rage. Why did her own family leave her to bleed out in the rubble? Why were they so terrified to see her alive? And why did this powerful tyrant call her "Gracie" with such broken grief, yet try to trap her in a fake, transactional cage? She refused to be a victim again. She threw the contract directly at Bryce's chest and violently slapped her sister's hand away. Just as the industry tried to blacklist her, an elite European consortium suddenly descended, pouring fifteen million dollars into the production solely to crown Grace. The war for the truth had just begun.