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Billionaires Books for Women

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Let Me Go, Mr Zillionaire

Let Me Go, Mr Zillionaire

"You can't hurt me anymore! And do not dream that my daughter is yours! I would never keep the blood of a beast like you!" I cried. "I saved you! I did everything to save you and everyone else!" He growled, twirling around to stare into her soul with those red eyes. Nobody knows what or who he is… But everyone knows what he is capable of and the fact that he's the richest and most powerful man in the country. He could buy them, or anything he so deserved, but it was unfortunate that Diana had to be sold out to him. …… The Campbell company was on the brink of bankruptcy and the only way to save the company and the family's reputation was to sell their only possession which was their daughter, Diana, since they had no other assets left to save their crumbling empire. Diana was sold out to a zillionaire that she had heard so many evil things about, and hadn't met before, but his name shook the whole Country as he could buy the city that or anything that he so wanted. She was auctioned off and now she's thrown into the arms of a mysterious and ruthless zillionaire with golden eyes that could also turn dangerously red when his beast mode is activated. She's a shame to the family after all and so she has to be sacrificed for the family. Scott is a man who has built high walls around his personality, feeding people with the worst of him. He knows what people think of him and he proves them right, keeping his humanity at a safer distance. When he was offended by a young girl, he kept tabs on her until she fell into his trap, he captured her just to pay her back. He gave her only two choices, she either obeys and worships him as her god or dies the most tragic death. Nobody has to know that he also walks the night like a shadow to save them....
A Deal With The Ruthless Billionaire

A Deal With The Ruthless Billionaire

"You are mine, Elaine." He gathers my hair in his harsh grip, tugging at it as he rips off the sheer silk blouse shielding my breasts from his hungry view. "And now, you are going to ride and bounce on my cock in this car, and you won't hold back your moans so that anyone who passes by will know how good I'm fucking you." ••• I'm Elaine Lopez. I'm a woman at the bottom of the food chain who once thought that love triumphs everything until my deadbeat husband cheated on me with another woman. It never occurred to me how exhausted I was with the marriage until she took the burden off me. Looking for a fresh start and vowing never to let love get in the way of the better life I'm forging for myself, I cross paths with Kingsley Larson, the ruthless billionaire who's known to have lost his smile and has a heart of stone. Entangled in a web of undeniable passion for one night, I'm convinced I'll never see him again until he turns out to be my new boss. If clawing my way up to the social ladder means I have to strike a deal with the devil, then I'll do it. After all, for our arrangement, all I have to do is to please him sexually while I get to keep my job and live the life I have always wanted. But as we chase the lust that has taken root between us with no strings attached, it becomes clear to me that Kingsley isn't just the devil, he's so much more. He's my ruin, the same way I'm his.
Contracted to my Ex-husband's Enemy

Contracted to my Ex-husband's Enemy

She's a ticking time bomb, but this second chance at life came with with a life-bound contract. When Zoe Beckett married Emery Landon, she believed she was building a future. What she was actually doing was funding his dynasty, tolerating his mistresses, and swallowing her grief in the name of love and title of Mrs. But the day he handed their son to a quack doctor to use his bone marrow - without asking or warning - to save the child of his mistress, and her son died on the operating table, Zoe finally challenged him. That challenge of hers though? It was the reflection of her downfall. His family took his side and hers had been long gone driven out of power by him. Her husband's sister sold her to a brothel and she was passed from one set of cruel hands to the next, Zoe made the only choice she had left. She ended her life with her own hands. Then she woke up. Two weeks before she was to marry him. This time, she vows she won't let history repeat itself. She walks straight to Nathaniel Quest - Emery's most dangerous rival, a man who has spent years looking for the right weapon to destroy Emery and offers him a tempting offer. She expected a transaction and she got one, but she certainly did not bargain for the way Nathaniel looks at her - like he has been waiting, not for a weapon, but for her specifically. Now that she's reborn, she'll marry his rival on the same wedding date and crush him before he can say her name!
One Night With The Possessive CEO

One Night With The Possessive CEO

Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé. But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe. "Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic. "Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night. Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger. She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand. Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare. But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company. He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse. Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee. Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally." A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama. She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life. Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.
Service Was Mediocre: Reviewing My Billionaire Lover

Service Was Mediocre: Reviewing My Billionaire Lover

I woke up in a luxury penthouse with a blinding headache and bruises on my thighs, staring at the man who was about to ruin my life. Cullen Hunter, the most dangerous billionaire in Los Angeles, was stepping out of the shower, ready to discard me with a signed check and a cold look of disdain. Then the memories hit me like a physical blow. I realized I had woken up in the "Death Flag" scene of a script—this was the exact morning Avery Hall was supposed to be kicked out, humiliated, and started her downward spiral into a tragic death. The nightmare escalated within minutes. My own brother, Ernest, called to tell me I was no longer a member of the family, freezing my trust fund and evicting me from my apartment. He believed the lies of our "perfect" adopted sister, Cheslie, who had leaked her own private photos and framed me for it just to gain sympathy. Even my fiancé, Preston, couldn't wait to dump me in public, calling me a "crazy bitch" before running straight into Cheslie’s waiting arms. I was suddenly homeless, bankrupt, and the most hated woman in the city. My family wanted me to crawl back and apologize on my knees for a crime I didn't commit, while the man I had just spent the night with watched my destruction with boredom. I didn't understand how they could all turn on me so fast, or how I was expected to survive in a world where the script was literally written for my failure. "Avery, don't make this difficult," Cullen warned, waiting for the tears he thought were coming. But I refused to play the victim. I pulled three hundred dollars of my last bits of cash, slapped them onto Cullen’s nightstand, and told him the service was mediocre. I wasn't going to beg for love or mercy anymore; I was going to rewrite the ending of this story and become the most dangerous femme fatale Hollywood had ever seen.