Billionaires Books for Women
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OWNED BY THE COLD CEO
"One night. One mistake and now... I'm pregnant with his child." Lena thought she had hit rock bottom, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned, and declared infertile. But after one unexpected night with Damian Blackwell, the cold, ruthless billionaire CEO everything changes. When she finds out she's pregnant, she gathers the courage to tell him... only to be humiliated and thrown out of his office like a liar. But fate has other plans. With a company empire on the line and a will that demands marriage, Damian makes her an offer she can't refuse: marry him for one year and secure their child's future... and his legacy. Cold, controlling, and dangerously handsome, Damian is the devil in a designer suit. But behind his cruel words lies a man haunted by secrets and slowly, Lena starts to see cracks in his icy armor. Can love grow in a marriage built on lies? Or will the truth destroy them both before the year is up?/0/21907/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbad6f7bf67cc0eb3c01417b1615acda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ethan's Revenge
Ethan Lachlan, wealthy businessman and CEO of a fortune 500 company had planned his revenge down to the very last detail...He would shake Erin Gosling's perfect little world till she came begging him for mercy. He would make her pay for taking what was supposed to be rightfully his. Five years ago, Erin Gosling saved her cousin from what she believed would have been a doomed relationship. Now the jilted lover is back...and he wants her family's company...and her. The game is revenge, the goal is submission. When two stubborn wills clash...sparks fly./0/48032/coverorgin.jpg?v=a564f5d47829d4cd20b6aa56f14d4122&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return of the Lost Billionaire
Abandoned by his parents who were killed in a car accident, Leonardo was raised in an orphanage for 15 years. During that time, He met Ella Heartfillia who used to visit the orphanage regularly. In time, he started falling for her. Her positive attitude towards life and her kindness, made him see her as a goddess in his eyes. Watching her from the shadows, he never had the chance to talk to her. But, with a chance of fate, her grandpa, married her off with Leonardo without her will. Ella Reeves is the youngest daughter of the Reeves family and future heir. One month before their marriage, she got into an accident and her legs became paralyzed, making her move in a wheelchair only. Leonardo moved into the Reeves family as the Son-in-law. But, as he’s jobless, her relatives mock him day and night. Her cousins make fun of him, and he’s forced to listen to their ridicule without fighting back. One day right after his 20th birthday, He finds out that he’s the lost heir to the Kingston family, one of the richest families in their country. When he finds out about his true identity, he becomes determined to take back what’s his and avenge his dear ones. But, will he be able to succeed knowing the obstacles that lie in his path? Or will he back down and give up?/0/84169/coverorgin.jpg?v=42ae6e05ac44c1707ba03a1a182883ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan
My name is Madisyn, and my story began in a dirty alley in Los Angeles. I was just a baby, a "cannon fodder" character in someone else's tragic script, destined to be a footnote in the tragic ruin of Ethan and Nicole Clark, the self-destructive heirs to a Hollywood fortune. Their parents were absent figures, leaving them in a gilded cage, completely unaware they were about to be ensnared by Jennifer Chavez and Andrew Morris, two ambitious grifters ready to bleed them dry and turn them against each other. I knew their dark future, how Jennifer would prey on Ethan's buried hero complex, and Andrew on Nicole's desperate need for affection, ultimately leaving them broken and estranged. My tiny, innocent form was supposed to be irrelevant, easily discarded by these teenagers hardened by neglect. But I wasn't just any baby; I was a baby with a plan, a knowing narrator stuck in an infant's body. I screamed and cried to force their reluctant bond, giggled to melt their facades, and strategically withdrew my affection to expose the insidious poison the grifters were injecting into their fragile relationship. When an actress framed Nicole for assault and a musician's charade of heroism was revealed, everyone expected Ethan to side with the "victim." But he remembered my tiny cries of terror whenever the actress touched me, my pointed coldness towards the musician, and Nicole's sudden awareness after my clumsy toddler words: "No owe life, sissy." I had broken the script, and I wouldn't stop until their future was rewritten./0/30824/coverorgin.jpg?v=c736efac915436aaeb5757a3c4f1e4b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaires Don't Love
He visited the bar for the third time that day. He was really desperate to see her again. After setting his eyes on her that first day, he knew he wanted her, he want to have a feel of her. Maybe it was lust, he didn’t know, but he knew it was her. Jack Antonio was not your regular billionaire. After getting his heart broken by his ex-girlfriend a few days before his twenty-fifth birthday, he swore never to have anything to do with any woman again, except it’s for momentarily pleasure. He encounters Karen during one of his visits to the bar, and that one glance sticks forever in his memory. Karen is a twenty-four-year-old ex-journalist turned blogger. After losing her job, she ventures into full-time blogging, but things do not go according to plan as she is still struggling and needs one big story to kick her to fame so when Jack starts hanging around her, she pretends to be his girlfriend. After all, it would be better for her growing blog. “Billionaires don’t fall in love, especially not me.” he stated closely and she wept. “But I love.” she wept, trying to go closer to him. “And I don’t fucking care.” He screamed at her, already irritated by her presence. “I’m pregnant.” She finally stated and the room went silent. What happens when her ex-boyfriend comes back to town? Things are about to get messy when he makes known his intention of getting her back. Would the billionaire fall in love or would he stay true to himself? And oh, her ex returns as a billionaire, but Billionaires don’t love. Or do they?/0/75565/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d88d9e02a2b3f3a72fe3cc7aa9b532c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Meeting You IN My Next Life
She knew everything that was going to happen with her until her brutal death, which she had already witnessed once. She knew who killed her but didn't know why they wanted to kill her, and who among her relatives is the one who wants her dead. A spoiled rich heiress and the wife of a powerful billionaire died a tragic death but somehow got the second chance to change her fate. Will she be able to do that? Who will help her in her attempt to change her fate and avoid being killed once again? Her uncle, who also died tragically in her past life, or her husband, who never even spared a glance at her before? Will she be able to change the fate for both herself and her uncle, or is there something hidden so well that it takes her off guard when she finds out the truth behind her tragic death in the past life?/0/85890/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bee3c81caddfd562889de79277785c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tycoon's Daughter: A Bitter Inheritance
My mother' s hand, fragile as a bird' s wing, tightened around mine. For eighteen years, she' d sacrificed everything, her hands chapped and sore from cleaning houses, all so I could go to Northwood University. But with her dying breath, she whispered a secret that shattered my world: "Your father… Richard Thompson." Richard Thompson. The tech mogul whose face graced magazine covers. My father. It was impossible. A fever dream. "He has to matter now," she rasped, revealing a promise he' d made to care for me. The last thing she said before the flatlining monitor screamed her final moments was, "He will hate it. He will hate you. But he will do it. Make him keep his promise." I walked out of that hospital an orphan, holding a crumpled number that was both lifeline and curse. When the sleek black car pulled up to my crumbling apartment, I knew my life was over-and just beginning. My new home felt like a museum, or a very expensive prison. My half-siblings, Emily and Ben Thompson, greeted me with icy disdain. "Stay in your lane," Ben sneered, "The one you came from." I was a ghost in their pristine mansion, eating alone, walking on tiptoes, a cheap paperback thrown in the trash when I dared leave a trace. Then came the university lecture, taught in French, which I couldn't understand. My scholarship, my mother' s sacrifice, felt meaningless. Just as panic swelled, Ben, still with closed eyes, slid his tablet onto my desk. Real-time translation, a silent lifeline, an unexpected act of protection. "Don' t fall behind. It' s embarrassing," he grunted. And then Jessica, the girl I thought was a friend, outed me in the cafeteria. "So you' re the tech mogul' s bastard daughter," she announced, her voice dripping with venom. She mocked my mother, sneered at my attempts to belong, and shoved me, my lunch tray clattering to the floor. I saw red. Something inside me snapped. I lunged, my fist connecting with her nose. Blood, screams, chaos. Expulsion loomed. But my father didn' t come. He sent his assistant, who bought off Jessica' s family with a briefcase full of cash. Another message: I was worthless, easily bought, and completely alone. The bullying escalated. Vandalized lockers, spilled books, tripping hazards. No one would sit with me. I ate lunch in a bathroom stall, enduring it all in silence. Until one afternoon, in a deserted alley, Jessica and her friends cornered me. "No one' s here to save you now," she gloated, "Your rich daddy doesn' t care, and your fake siblings hate you." Just as the football players moved in, a black Audron screeched around the corner. Ben and Emily emerged, their faces cold and menacing. Ben punched a football player, breaking his nose. Emily slammed Jessica' s head against a brick wall, dragging her whimpering form before me. "You touched our sister," Emily' s voice was dangerously quiet. "She is a Thompson. Now you know the rule." Back at the mansion, in the aftermath, Ben explained their silent contempt. "We hate you, but you' re our problem. And we don' t let anyone else mess with our problems." Then, in the sterile bathroom, with Emily bandaging my cuts, they revealed their mother' s tragic death, her art destroyed by Richard. And how their own dreams had been crushed by his iron will. My gift, the glass butterfly, had not been an offering. It had been a ghost. My tears, long held back, finally fell. "He' s trying to break you," I whispered to Ben in the cold, dark basement where Richard had imprisoned us. "He wants obedient successors," Ben replied, recounting his dreams of game development, his mother' s art, all crushed by Richard' s ambition. "I hate him," Ben confessed, his voice raw. "Me too," I whispered back, a cold, hard rage solidifying within me. Then, Emily' s studio, a vibrant space of creation, was a scene of methodical, vicious destruction. Her hands, tools of her trade, wrapped in bandages, tendons severed. "He cut her," Maria, the maid, sobbed. "She will never… sew again." My fear burned away, replaced by a cold, clarifying rage. "You' re the only one he can' t break," Emily said, her empty eyes burning with desperate intensity. "You have to be our shield, Sarah. You have to be our weapon. Get strong. Get smart. You have to be the one to break him." "Okay," I said, my voice steady and clear. "I will."/1/112015/coverorgin.jpg?v=259746bb64c2d7940ebadfafdf165734&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling Into My Husband's Arms
I woke up from emergency surgery to repair a torn retina, completely blind and alone. The first phone call I received wasn't one of concern. It was my mother, furious that I had embarrassed our family by missing a business brunch. Her next order was chilling. "Go to your husband. Get pregnant. A Hartman heir is the only thing that will secure our trust fund." My husband, Jakobe Hartman, is a man who views our marriage as a corporate merger. Our hundred-page prenup has a clause that strictly forbids any emotional entanglement. He was the last person I wanted to see me so helpless. But then I stumbled blindly out of my room and crashed right into him. He found me weak and pathetic. He overheard my mother's abusive voicemail. He even listened in silence as I spun pathetic lies on the phone, pretending he was a doting husband just to get her off my back. I expected him to walk away in disgust. Instead, he moved me to the penthouse suite and sent me home in an armored car. I dismissed it as a cold calculation to protect his public image. I thought I was finally safe in my own apartment. I had no idea he was watching me on a live security feed, just moments after ordering the hostile takeover of my family's entire company./0/23941/coverorgin.jpg?v=b360512baf49182b88b18297144ca7f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Chase
Miranda has always been haunted by a nightmare that turned reality. She has always believed that it's better to consider a dream, a dream. But what if a dream doesn't want to be left a dream? What about the hot chase? What happens when she falls in love with the wrong person and gets entangled in the web of conspiracy and death? And what if the one who seek after her life is none other than her father-in-law?/0/42870/coverorgin.jpg?v=323d1a552908473f485820c0f0202f66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
IN LOVE WITH THE BARON
Monday after Thanksgiving, Sophia spent at the Renta shop counter fiiled with costumes, Dress to thrill. Where she worked, putting together all the pictures in order for a great memory. When the door bell rings and opened. To happy surprise. Scott walked through the door, a package in his hand. " Last delivery of the night ", he said, winking as Sophia boss turned away, "Headed home to get ready for my hot date " . Sophia grinned and waved as he left, wondering if the package was one of her special kind ". They'd been blissful dating for months without knowing each other identity. With eagerness, Sophia ripped opened the package and found a mystery box inside and blond Marilyn wig. " What in the world " Party night is here, Sophia waited for Scott all night and got disappointed, no body showed up, a news came up that has been invited by the FBI for drugs trafficking. Could this be the end of love bond of the two partners? Sophia got herself drunk and something mysterious happened./0/85108/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0e22bb67cb68a949758c3fede646fe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a Billion-Dollar Love
The private jet' s hum was supposed to drown out the silence, but it only amplified the heavy dread in the cabin. Across the table, my husband, Ethan Vance, watched me with cold, unblinking eyes, his once-loved face a mask of cruelty. "Sign it, Chloe." His low, calm voice cut through the air. The document lay between us, a single sheet of paper that would transfer my half of our billion-dollar company to him-and to her, Scarlett Hayes, his long-lost ex, the ghost haunting my marriage. My hands trembled, but it wasn't just the document. Through the open jet door, his bodyguards held my sixteen-year-old sister, Lily, her face pale with terror, thousands of feet in the air. "Scarlett needs this," he' d said when I begged, "You were just holding her place, Chloe. It's time to give it back." His words were a physical blow, shattering illusions of the life we'd built. My love, my security, my entire world-all just a temporary placeholder. Watching Lily' s silent tears stream down her face, I knew he was using my deepest love as a weapon. My signature was a shaky scrawl, a testament to my broken spirit. "There. It's done. Now let her go." A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. Then, the guards tightened their grip, and with a brutal shove, pushed my sister out the open door. Her scream tore away with the wind, leaving only a horror too profound to process. He had promised to let her go, and he had murdered her instead. In the ensuing darkness, as my world fractured, a terrible clarity sliced through the pain: I was never the love of his life; I was just the bandage for a wound he never wanted to heal. But as the jet descended, a defiant spark ignited in the ashes of my heart. I would survive. I would escape. And he would pay./0/84013/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6517350b7b92e0cc421a84ee70e0d95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke My Hands, I Broke His Empire
Caleb, my brilliant partner and fiancé, stroked my hand. "One more month, Gabby," he whispered, "and you'll officially be the COO of Aura. My queen." We were celebrating our empire, the tech company I architected from our dorm room. I thought we were building a kingdom together. That was the last clear thing I remembered before waking up to shattering pain. My hands, once capable of flying across a keyboard, were broken, mangled. Rough voices laughed from beyond a thin wall: "Caleb paid good money... said to make sure her hands were unusable." My world imploded. It was Caleb. All of it. He "rescued" me, a perfect performance for the world. But in the ambulance, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You should have just been happy with what you had. Now, you have nothing." My hospital room became a gilded cage. I listened as he plotted with his intern, Molly, to take my COO position, mocking my nerve damage, certain I was finished. He even sabotaged my surgery, ensuring permanent injury. The humiliation peaked when he wheeled me onto a stage, only for me to "accidentally" fall, exposed and vulnerable, to the world. The "Shark of Silicon Valley" became "Poor Gabby Johns," a tragic spectacle. Every condescending word, every false show of concern, was a fresh wound. He thought he'd broken me, reduced me to a pitiful charity case. He had no idea. While he celebrated his victory, believing I was defeated, a hidden message whispered into an encrypted tablet ignited a plan. I pretended to surrender, buying myself time. He just made his biggest mistake: underestimating the woman he tried to bury. I was re-arming, and the real war was about to begin./0/25662/coverorgin.jpg?v=75a5451447c1ed4b0e08185e4fcb525a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nicklaus's Addiction
His name is Nicklaus Wilhelm Statham! He's very handsome, super rich and people sees him as a god, they worship the ground upon which he walk. One would think women would be flocking over him, but no, he's a very weird man, he's got a very weird disease, he's allergic to women and doesn't stand even ten feets near them. This allergy was a result of an accident which happened years ago, he knows the accident wasn't a coincidence, he knew it was planned but doesn't know who planned it. There's only one person (Anastasia Lopez) who has the answer to all his questions, but unfortunately she disappeared. Years later, he saw her again but fate is cruel, she's lost all her memories and doesn't remember anything from the past. What's gonna happen now? Who's gonna solve the unsolved mysteries from the past?/0/86516/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fb78ae0ffd2dafe6e8798db28f5c6ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Rise
"InnovateHer," my tech company, just hit a billion-dollar valuation. I built it from nothing, fueled by ramen noodles and 18-hour days, while my husband, David, coasted in a mid-level job. He watched me struggle, then offered to join; to take the "boring stuff," the finances, the HR. I, the visionary, the CEO, happily handed him the reins. "I just want to support you," he' d said, and I believed him. Then my debit card, linked to my multi-million-dollar earnings, was declined buying my son a birthday Lego set. "Insufficient funds?" panic clawed at me. David's voice on the phone was cold, dismissive. "I moved the money… This is what you wanted." He granted me an allowance-a paltry $5,000 credit limit on a card in his name-for the company I built. Soon, my own employee, his mousy executive assistant Maya, was openly challenging my authority, claiming "David's orders." My mother-in-law, Brenda, a woman who never approved of my career, declared it was time for me to "step back," to take a "mommy track" position in my own company. David, my husband, the man who once whispered he was the proudest husband in the world, nodded in agreement. "You're too emotional to run a company this big," he sneered. Then, Brenda brought Maya into my home, to "help" with dinner. My son, Leo, just six, stared at me with coached resentment. "I hate you! You' re a bad mommy! I want to live with Daddy and Maya!" he screamed, his words tearing a hole through my soul. I finally understood: This wasn't just betrayal. This was a calculated coup. And in the silence of my terror, a new, cold clarity dawned. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. They had just woken me up./0/30668/coverorgin.jpg?v=8210c9b4aed273d7bfed711ad9840004&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CEO'S BABIES
"Why are you here"Olivia asked Kayden angrily "why didn't you tell me we had kids together" Kayden asked back "really you expect me to tell you we have kids together,the kids you don't know they exist,the kids you left all alone" Olivia snapped "you didn't tell me,i had no idea you were pregnant oly"Kayden replied "you expect me to tell you,if I had told you what will you do tell me me Kayden what will you do" Olivia asked nothing right I Know you won't do anything because you are a coward she added when Kayden didn't answer her "you know it wasn't partially my fault too" Kayden defended himself, u was at the hospital fighting for my life he added "I went to the hospital too,I was chased out like an unwanted dog " Olivia muttered "please let me father my kids Olivia"Kayden pleaded "It can never be possible I have been taking care of my children for six years now and we don't need you in our lives,so close the door behind you when you leave" she muttered before storming upstairs **** meet Olivia Noel Connors a 24 years single mom with two kids Cameron and Caitlyn she had them when she was eighteen for her boyfriend her family whom she found out adopted her chased her out when they found out of her pregnancy she was left alone with her pregnancy when she met her best friend Anastasia Meet Kayden Nicholas Brook a billionaire and the CEO of Kayden automobile engineering industry, they deals in all kinds of automobile. He is engaged to someone he hates with passion,but has to bear with the engagement because he is been threatened with someone he loves dearly. what happens when he found out a secret from his past what is the secret from the past what is Kayden been threatened with find out in THE CEO'S BABIES/0/66805/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd835c174f1fa6bbaf9bbc5d021f8375&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sin With Me: One Night with the Bully
Roxanne seems to have the perfect life. Fairytale romance, doting family, a passion for the violin. The only imperfect areas of her life, like her elder brother's best friend, Florian, with whom she had shared her first kiss years ago, is carefully tucked away and paid no attention. That is until after she receives a call from an unknown number the night before her wedding. Damien, her fiance was supposedly taking some time with his friends at a country house, but after the caller prompted her to check the exclusive strip club in downtown California, Roxanne's blood runs cold. She drives all the way there, and to her greatest disappointment and heartbreak, her fears are confirmed, as the first sight to greet was her fiance and three other women all bent over. The sight is nauseating, and she could barely make her way out of the club when suddenly, Billionaire heir and her brother's best friend, Florian, appears out of nowhere. He offers to take her home, but during the drive, Roxanne changes her mind. The last thing she wants is to go home right now. The first thing on her mind was revenge, and she had the perfect person driving her. She would allow herself to use him for that one night, but was she really using him?/0/87924/coverorgin.jpg?v=35649af2da854620d02bfa39684d85f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Art of Revenge
Serena gave everything to the man she loved-her trust, her devotion, her future. But betrayal shattered it all. Pregnant and full of hope, she walked in on her husband tangled in bed with another woman. What followed was worse: the slow, agonizing loss of her baby... and then her own life, bleeding out on an operating table, heartbroken and alone. But fate wasn't finished with her. Reborn with every memory intact, Serena wakes in the past-stronger, colder, and no longer naive. This time, she's ready to rewrite her story. This time, she'll make them pay. Because the girl they destroyed... came back for revenge. And maybe, just maybe, she'll find something worth living for too./0/69308/coverorgin.jpg?v=6542a9a83f6ed531eeb3f2cb59ec7680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BILLONIARE UNTOLD LOVE
Sebastian Hale is a man in control. A ruthless billionaire who built his empire with brilliance. His life is structured. His heart is protected And his emotions are suppressed by his tragic past. The arranged marriage with Adriana Verne was nothing more than a business transaction. It was a way to secure his future and protect his legacy. Even though he tried to protect her from love But fate had different plans. Meet Scarlett Hayes, a woman who breaks every rule Sebastian sets for her. Scarlett is bold, unpredictable and full of life. There was something glowing about her. This was a desire she had not felt in years. Their relationship is undeniable. But it is also dangerous. Scarlett's presence in his life threatens everything he has created. The fame, the kingdom, and the marriage he had to fulfill. What started as a forbidden desire quickly turned into a brief marriage-a union that was born out of duty. But it was born from a passion that neither of them could control. When the stakes are higher Sebastian must choose between the life he's worked so hard for and the love that could tear it all apart. But the secret lies beneath it. Marrying Adriana might secure his future. But it comes with its own betrayal. A relationship with Scarlett is a path to danger. And love must be kept secret. The question is, how much is he willing to risk for the one thing he thought he never had: love?/0/47094/coverorgin.jpg?v=239a0a9b427e8c335cdaf5b1abecbc0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owned By That Cold-Hearted Billionaire
I exited the cab and surveyed the entire area. I stood in front of a colossal building. I read the words inscribed on the side of the wall: Monteverde Group of Companies. I paid my fare and inconspicuously walked towards the sidewalk. Where is he? After a while, I noticed businessmen emerging in their three-piece suits. My gaze settled when I spotted his familiar face. I offered a melancholic smile as I looked at him with yearning and nostalgia. He couldn't see me, I was too distant. He looked incredibly handsome in his gray suit. He got into his car and I observed in quietude as he drove off to an unknown destination. I sighed. This is for the best. He has the life I believe he deserves now. I knew you could do it. It was all worth it. I thought as I looked at the building in front of me with pride. Seeing him successful is enough to bring me joy./0/33484/coverorgin.jpg?v=159e7151831c34a70d24d369b6094dd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
