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Billionaires Books for Women

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Hot Night With The Billionaire

Hot Night With The Billionaire

If I count, this is the tenth time he has called me at this time and he only asked me to do one thing. It's my kiss It wasn't like that to me then. When I first came here to their Mansion, his blood was on me. He was always screaming or angry. but since he came back here last month from america, he has suddenly become like that. During his few months in America, I breathed a sigh of relief. When he was here then, I could hardly breathe because I was so scared of him. almost all of us housemates were scared and trembling whenever he was around. And I don't know what happened and suddenly it changed me. I came back from deep thought as something wet and soft touched my lips. as before a gentle and careful kiss he bestowed. His eyes were closed so I closed my eyes and responded to his kisses at the same time my tears were dripping one after another. Tears of guilt. I feel guilty because I feel like I'm cheating on my boyfriend Lyndon "Open your mouth, Hayana" He commanded again that I immediately obeyed. He immediately inserted his tongue and moved his tongue around every corner of my mouth as if looking for something. I'm out of breath but I can't complain. He seemed to feel that because he was the one who cut off our kiss. He touched both of my cheeks with his large, veined hands. "That was so D*mn great, my Hayana" he said as he caressed my face. Suddenly his forehead wrinkled when he touched the wet part of my face because of the tears that fell earlier. "Did you cry?" I don’t know if what I see is right. But the way he looks at me now seems to be mixed with sadness. I turned my gaze in the other direction "I-it's wrong Señorito. It's wrong" I harvested weakly and I felt my tears fall again. He slowly let go of my face "Why?" I was devastated by the extreme coldness of the way he was asked I wiped away my tears and stood up from her embrace. I turned to face him and met his emotionless gaze "I have a boyfriend. And I don't want to betray him." I answered directly. "THAT'S B*LLSH*T!" I was shocked at the shouting and violent erection it made. I still couldn't catch it quickly approaching me and violently pushed me horizontally on his bed just next to the couch. He immediately rocked my whole system as it overwhelmed me which he never did. I was alarmed by it violently grabbing my two hands and raising them level with my face "How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine Hayana. The first day you step in my house is the day that you are marked as mine. No one specially those b*stards can get you away from me. No one! do you hear me? Answer me f*ck! "Every word he uttered was firm and emphatic Next I nodded to him because my system was already swallowed up by fear. He's a Beast. "Break him up. Or else I will kill him myself" He's a Beast. "Break him up. Or else I will kill him myself"
GHOSTED BY GOLD

GHOSTED BY GOLD

GHOSTED BY GOLD follows the unlikely romance between Jade Carson, a bold and talented 23-year-old artist, and Tony Aldridge, a young tech billionaire with a ghostly reputation. Jade, known for her vibrant murals and unapologetic personality, is carving her own path as a social media artist. Her life is fast-paced and creative, centered around art, friends, and the thrill of going viral. But everything changes when she receives a cryptic message from Tony, an elusive CEO known in Silicon Valley for his mysterious disappearances from the public eye and even from relationships. Despite her suspicions, Jade accepts Tony's offer to paint a mural at his company headquarters, diving into his polished world of tech, wealth, and secrecy. Tony, reserved and weary of attachment due to the pressures of his family legacy, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Jade's authenticity and passion. Her energy challenges him to step out of his carefully curated, private shell, sparking a connection that neither of them expected. As they spend more time together, their initial professional interactions shift into long conversations, late-night texts, and a flirtation filled with witty banter. Yet, just as they're starting to fall for each other, Tony does what he's famous for which is ghosting. Jade is left confused, hurt, and frustrated, unwilling to let him disappear without understanding why. Determined to get answers, she dives into his world, uncovering dark family secrets, hidden pressures, and the real reasons Tony avoids commitment. She learns that his ghosting is not just a casual habit but a defense against his family's toxic expectations and the scandalous legacy he's been hiding from the public. Faced with mounting pressure from his family and the risk of his secrets being exposed, Tony realizes he can't continue living in hiding. Inspired by Jade's honesty and bravery, he decides to confront his family's influence once and for all, going public about his struggles in a dramatic, heartfelt confession, with Jade by his side. Together, they navigate a newfound freedom, discovering that wealth and status aren't what make life fulfilling. In "Ghosted by Gold," Jade and Tony learn that true happiness lies in vulnerability, love, and breaking free from the ghosts of their pasts
Married For Money, Divorced For Revenge

Married For Money, Divorced For Revenge

To the world, she was just the poor, ordinary girl who got lucky,a nobody the powerful Sterling family let through the back door when their son, Julian, needed a wife to secure his inheritance. To Julian, she was a contract. A signature. A plain woman he could ignore at dinner parties while he smiled at his real woman, Victoria. She cooked his meals. She learned his mother's cruel habits. She shrank herself smaller and smaller until she barely took up space. Then the contract ended. Julian handed her divorce papers like they were nothing. "You knew what this was," he said. "Don't make it dramatic." She didn't cry in front of him. She signed. She took her two suitcases and walked out into the rain. That was the last time he saw her looking weak. But Julian Sterling never asked why she agreed so quickly. He never asked what was growing inside her. He never asked who Elena really was,because who would ever ask about a nobody? Three months later, the Sterling Corporation loses its biggest investor overnight. A mysterious international conglomerate called the Vancourt Group pulls the rug out from under them. Billion after billion. Gone. Julian scrambles to find the owner. When the glass doors of his boardroom open, the woman who walks in wears a red dress he's never seen, diamonds his family couldn't afford, and a smile that doesn't belong to the wife who used to iron his shirts. "Hello, Julian," Elena says, taking the seat at the head of the table. "I heard you're looking for me." The man who called her trash is about to beg her for mercy,while his new wife watches. But Julian doesn't know the worst part yet. Elena didn't leave with nothing. She left with everything he threw away. And she's not done tearing his world apart.
Marrying My Ex's Billionaire Brother

Marrying My Ex's Billionaire Brother

I stood alone in the grand lobby of City Hall. It was exactly noon, and my marriage reservation had officially expired. My fiancé, Caleb, didn't show up. Instead, my best friend sent me a video of him at a high-end Manhattan club. He was wearing his tailored wedding suit, pushing a massive five-tier birthday cake for his sister, Isla. When I rushed to the VIP booth to confront him, Caleb wasn't apologetic at all. He instinctively shielded Isla behind his body while his wealthy friends laughed at me. "Are you done throwing a tantrum? Did you really have to come here and humiliate her on her birthday?" Isla leaned into his chest, fake-crying and begging me not to be mad. Caleb glared at me, warning me that if I walked out the door today, I should never come back to beg him. Looking at the man I was supposed to marry, I felt completely disgusted. For three years, he had canceled our anniversaries and dinners every time Isla had a headache or felt lonely. He genuinely believed his blatant favoritism was justified, leaving me to look like the villain. I realized I had just wasted my youth on a dog. I pulled off my diamond ring, smashed it hard into the top of the expensive cake, and walked away. Just as I left the club, my phone rang. It was Julian Blackwood, Caleb's ruthless, billionaire older brother. "Since you planned on getting married today, you might as well change the groom," his deep voice said. "Become his sister-in-law, and make him bow his head to you." I clenched my ID card and walked straight toward his Rolls-Royce.
After the Divorce, He Warned Off Every Man Who Looked at Her

After the Divorce, He Warned Off Every Man Who Looked at Her

For three years, Hortense was trapped in a gilded cage, playing the perfect, submissive wife to billionaire CEO Gerhardt Goodwin. The fragile facade shattered when his mistress, Brittni, waltzed into their Upper East Side townhouse with the front door passcode, flaunting an ultrasound photo of Gerhardt's "heir." When Hortense coldly demanded a divorce, Gerhardt violently refused. He used her sick mother's health insurance to force her compliance and keep her as a prisoner. At the hospital, Brittni deliberately faked a sudden miscarriage to frame her, and Gerhardt looked at Hortense with pure, undiluted hatred. "If anything happens to that baby, I will destroy you." To make matters worse, Clyde Emerson—the psychotic stalker who had once used a legal loophole to terminate Hortense's own pregnancy—suddenly resurfaced, cornering her in a hallway and vowing to claim her. Hortense was suffocating in despair. She had sacrificed her career for a man whose brain injury made him forget she had saved his life, replacing his love with a fabricated, venomous hatred. Why wouldn't her cruel husband just let her go? Why was she being punished and humiliated while he built a new family? The breaking point came when Brittni publicly mocked her for being a "barren, empty vessel." All the pain vanished, replaced by a terrifying, icy resolve. Hortense slapped the mistress hard across the face, filed a unilateral divorce petition despite Gerhardt's furious threats, and made a decisive phone call. "Paul, it's Hortense. I need your help. It's time to come home."