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Billionaires Books for Women

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My Blind Wife Wants Divorce

My Blind Wife Wants Divorce

Leonel Grisham, CEO Mountain Ltd, 38th, considers his wife to be merely a status symbol. There is no love between them. It's cold. They rarely spend time together. They rarely even show affection to each other, which can be counted on one hand. Throughout their 5-year marriage, nothing was special except that Chloe Delilah is Leonel's parents' favorite daughter-in-law. Leo actually has a girlfriend whom he loves deeply. Unfortunately, Leo's mother disapproves because his girlfriend, Ester Gabriella, is an ordinary class photo model. Leo's world revolves around his work and Ester. Chloe is not a part of his life; she is just a trophy wife. Until the unfortunate incident that took away Chloe's eyesight. It also shocked Leo when Chloe, after waking up from a coma, requested a divorce. Leo cannot accept Chloe's ridiculous request. But she insists, no matter what happens. This includes demanding all of Leo's assets and shares as stipulated in their prenuptial agreement. Leo can't understand how Chloe could express such a crazy idea. One by one, Leo discovers that Chloe's accident was staged. Someone orchestrated it all. Mountain Pte is also in a significant crisis because the mastermind is targeting the destruction of the Group that Leo leads. Chloe continues to insist until she eventually realizes that her accident was not without reason. Will Chloe maintain her desires or help Leo regain his power in Mountain Ltd?
Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband. Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid. She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills. Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger. When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans. He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing. "Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door. Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle? Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night. But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
Reclaiming My Lost Sons

Reclaiming My Lost Sons

My life was built on an American dream: a loving wife, Jessica, and our incredible 9-year-old son, Leo. He was the center of my world. Then, a brutal blow. Jessica was cheating, and my friend revealed, "Leo isn't yours." My wife confirmed it brazenly, smirking, naming a wealthy businessman as her lover and Leo's biological father. My very existence fractured. I sought solace from my mother, Sarah, my rock. Instead, she demanded I stay married. She bafflingly sided with Jessica, even giving her money for "debts" while denying my struggling startup a vital loan. When we both fell ill, she coldly gave my medicine to Jessica, leaving me to suffer. Her serene facade now hid a chilling calculation. "Get out!" I screamed, renouncing her, and moved out, filing for divorce, utterly abandoned. How could my own mother betray me so utterly? Why was she protecting the woman who destroyed everything? Was she mad, or was there a sinister plot behind her actions? Each day plunged me deeper into suspicion, despair, and profound confusion. Months later, a cryptic text from her: "Come to the festival. Now. You need to see this." Amidst the crowd, she stood with a boy identical to Leo. As my wife, holding our Leo, confronted her, my mother dropped the bombshell. "This is Ethan," she announced, "your son." "And so is Leo." "They are your biological twin sons. Yours and Emily's." My deceased first wife. The unimaginable truth had finally begun to unfold.