icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
closeIcon

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Billionaires Books for Women

Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
The Billionaire's Broken Wife Walks Away

The Billionaire's Broken Wife Walks Away

For ten years, I lived a lie. I was Jocelyn Anderson, wife of hotel heir Ethan Lester, living a gilded life everyone envied, but truly, I was a ghost in a cage, bound by a desperate contract to save my foster sister, Sylvia. Every public humiliation, every tabloid photo of Ethan with another woman, I endured for her. Then, at one of Ethan' s lavish yacht parties, I found him, laughing, openly caressing the woman by his side. It wasn't a stranger this time; it was Sylvia. My sister, the very reason for my decade of sacrifice, looking up at him with adoration as he introduced her, loud enough for everyone to hear, as "my wife's best friend." The world around me blurred as their cruel laughter echoed. My husband and my sister, the two people I had given everything for, had publicly betrayed me in the most devastating way imaginable. I stood there, watching Sylvia flinch but not pull away, a mix of guilt and defiance in her eyes. The pain was so sharp, so absolute, it felt liberating. How could the one person I had literally given my life for, the one person who knew the truth of my unbearable existence, turn around and stab me in the back like this? How blind had I been to not see the rot underneath the surface of my entire world? But in that shattering moment, when everything I had built crumbled to dust, a cold, quiet resolve solidified. My mask of indifference fell away. I looked Ethan straight in the eye and said, for the first time in ten years, "Ethan, let's get a divorce."
AMAZZING MEET

AMAZZING MEET

Bianca, a young and impoverished girl, finds herself working tirelessly for a health tea company in a bid to improve her circumstances. Despite her challenging background, Bianca's determination and work ethic shine through as she pours her heart into her job, dreaming of a better future. One fateful day, Bianca is assigned to handle a new client, a wealthy and influential billionaire named Luca. The two cross paths at the company, and an instant connection sparks between them. Luca, who is also recovering from a painful heartbreak, is captivated by Bianca's genuine nature and unwavering commitment to her work. As Bianca and Luca interact more frequently, their connection deepens, and they find solace in each other's company. Their shared experiences of heartbreak create a bond, allowing them to understand and support one another during their healing processes. Meanwhile, Bianca's hard work and dedication catch the attention of her superiors, who recognize her talent and commitment. She is promoted to a higher position within the company, increasing her responsibilities and opportunities for growth. Amidst their growing professional success, Bianca and Luca navigate their budding romance cautiously. They are both aware of the wounds left by their previous relationships, and they approach their newfound love with caution. However, as they spend more time together and open up about their pasts, they realize that their connection is strong and worth exploring further. Together, Bianca and Luca embark on a journey of healing and personal growth. Their shared experiences of heartbreak serve as a foundation for their relationship, enabling them to support and understand each other on a deeper level. As they navigate the challenges of their pasts and the pressures of their present lives, they find strength in each other's love and support. In the end, Bianca's perseverance pays off as she not only finds love but also achieves professional success. Through their shared experiences and unwavering commitment to one another, Bianca and Luca prove that true love and personal growth can emerge from the ashes of heartbreak, creating a brighter and more fulfilling future together.
Beyond the Fairytale Facade

Beyond the Fairytale Facade

My fiancé, tech mogul Ethan Reed, and I were the epitome of New York City's fairytale romance. For ten years, our "perfect love story" graced billboards and magazine covers, culminating in the highly anticipated "wedding of the decade." But my world shattered when I saw him. Through a discreet one-way observation window, I watched Ethan-my Ethan-in his penthouse office, engaged in graphic acts with his executive assistant, Chloe Vance. Her triumphant smirk, directed straight at me, made it clear: this wasn't an accident. The humiliation escalated into a relentless campaign of psychological torture. Chloe sent vile texts, explicit photos of them, even a horrific "penthouse tally" of used condoms she boasted they'd amassed while I lay sick. Meanwhile, Ethan played the doting fiancé, planning our wedding with sickening enthusiasm. I watched my Parisian bridal gown, custom-made for me, defiled as Chloe wore it, preening before Ethan, who then engaged in sordid acts with her in the fitting room. The ultimate affront came at my beloved mentor's funeral, where I caught them engaging in despicable acts, steps away from her casket. The city adored our love story, oblivious to the monstrous lies. My life, my integrity, everything felt like a grand, public fraud. How could anyone live such a public lie for so long? Why did everyone believe him, even as my world crumbled around me? But their cruelty didn't break me; it forged an icy resolve. I accepted a Federal Identity Relocation Service offer to disappear, to become Alex Parker. But before vanishing, I intended to ensure Ethan Reed's perfect world, and his public image, collapsed just as spectacularly as mine had. I meticulously collected every piece of evidence, every message, every video. The wedding of the decade would still happen. It just wouldn't be the one anyone expected.
Billionaire Surrogate Stripper

Billionaire Surrogate Stripper

She's a badass! I fought my eyes away from her tempting body and began to face the recording. I couldn't and it's required that I look at her anyway. The gown accentuated her curves and made me want to gobble her on the floor and fuck the shit out of her sexy body. Her stomach was bare, and the gown failed to hide her hourglass shape. To make it worse, it's left open, revealing her cleavage, the valley between her breasts. Her bare tonearms, straight legs, sexy wide hips. She's very pretty and I see what her presence is doing to me. The next is her addictive scent behind me, filling my nostrils and interfering with my senses that I feel like enveloping her in a tight hug and basking in her scent. "Get out!" I screamed and walked away from her, slamming the door shut and ran up to my office. It was getting messy but my mind was way messier. What the fuck is going on? What is this? Gosh!! I was astonished by her, I didn't know what came over me. I have never swooned over a lady, like the way this lady made me. "Master, are you alright?" My secretary hands me a glass of water and I gulp immediately anything to quench the thirst burning in my chest and soothe the fire in my soul. "I'm having a headache so tell the others to leave immediately. We will do this some other time and that includes the girl." "But Master Adrian.." She tries to speak. I knew all she wanted to say so I waved her off. "Listen to me, you have no choice," I warned with a fierce tone and she shuddered. "Alright." She bowed slightly. "Ela!" "Yes, Master." She turns almost twisting the doorknob. "I want you to pay her off, tell her she was great but we have a better choice." He instructed and she nodded and walked away. I slumped to the chair and gripped my hair as though I wanted to rip them off my scalp. What is wrong with me? Damn! ~ Master Adrain, a Billionaire Playboy who is from an affluent Cuban family, hasn't fallen in love and is determined to make it that way. Love isn't his stock in trade as he has women in his every Beck and call but just one thing he needs. A baby! Ariel Donald doesn't have the time to date, attend parties. She has been working from age fourteen catering to her chair bound little brother and bedridden mother. When the two cross paths in a stripping club. He knew he had found the woman with the right physical attributes to birth his child and she knew she had gotten into trouble anytime he flashes his handsome Greek god smile at her. They struck a deal but unbeknownst to her. A life of secrets, fears, and danger awaits when enemies lurk around.
The Gilded Cage: Her Fierce Escape

The Gilded Cage: Her Fierce Escape

My world revolved around the resonant strings of my cello and the man I loved, Ethan. Even after the devastating miscarriage, I tried to find solace in music, in the quiet rhythm of our opulent New York life. But that life shattered on a single, horrific night. Ethan claimed he wanted to cheer me up with a party, but it was a trap. As his "associates" brutalized me, he stood by, silently recording every agonizing detail. He used the footage to force a divorce and strip me of everything. The video went viral, branding me a "sick debauchee" and turning my family against me. I was a pariah, utterly alone. Then, Caleb, Ethan's rival, emerged, offering solace and protection. I fell into his arms, believing him my savior, only to discover on our wedding day that he was the true architect of my public humiliation, the one who purposefully leaked the video to snag me. My gilded cage marriage to Caleb was a new hell. He subjected me to constant psychological torture, culminating in the ultimate public re-traumatization: replaying my complete, unedited assault video at a high-society charity gala for everyone to see. Broken and hollow, I became a captive ghost in my own life. How could I be so completely betrayed, not once, but twice, by the men closest to me? The raw injustice, the ceaseless pain, threatened to consume me. What unspeakable darkness festered beneath the surface of their ambition, driving them to destroy me so utterly? Just as despair threatened to swallow me whole, a call from my revered cello maestro ignited a faint, burning ember of hope. He called me a phoenix and promised not just survival, but an inferno of revenge. My destruction had merely been the prelude to a symphony of retribution.
When My Car Became His Prize

When My Car Became His Prize

As a successful tech CEO, my custom-ordered Lucid Air Sapphire was finally ready after a year on the waitlist. It was my personal reward, a symbol of my hard-earned success, something truly mine. But then the dealership called, and my world tilted: my car had already been picked up. Not by me, but by Olivia, my COO and my girlfriend of seven years, who claimed it was a "company executive vehicle" for InnovateLife. Minutes later, her assistant, Liam, was grinning on Instagram, posing with *my* car, thanking Olivia for the "company ride." Olivia simply brushed it off, casually saying I had "so many cars" anyway, ignoring my feelings. But it wasn't just the car. Then I discovered Liam was not only driving my car but wearing my luxury undershirts and briefs, seemingly gifted by Olivia, who again trivialized my outrage. The ultimate, gut-wrenching blow came with a hidden blog, revealing Liam's four-year plot to manipulate Olivia and systematically undermine me, climaxing with a possessive photo of Olivia asleep on *his* couch, captioned "My queen." My world shattered. Was Olivia truly this blind, or had she, my girlfriend of seven years, knowingly allowed this calculated betrayal to unfold, calling Liam her "real partner" while giving away pieces of *my* life? The sickening realization hit me: this wasn't just betrayal; it was a carefully executed take-down from within my own home, orchestrated by the man she called her partner. I wouldn't wait to be dismantled. I resigned from InnovateLife, secured my interests, and decided to expose the truth. As her tear-streaked face pleaded with me at the airport, Liam’s secret blog on my phone flashed her own damning words, finally shattering her denial and revealing the full extent of his manipulation. I walked away, leaving Austin and her behind, ready to reclaim my life.
The Unyielding Weapon: Her Billionaire\'s Downfall

The Unyielding Weapon: Her Billionaire\'s Downfall

My husband, Ethan, once swore before the world that I was his equal, his partner, the backbone of Gold Enterprises. We built an empire together, a testament to our shared dreams and unconditional trust. But then came the whispers, a hotel receipt, the lingering scent of another woman-Chloe. That initial betrayal, though painful, was just the prelude to a far more chilling horror I could never have imagined. I was three months pregnant when Ethan begged me to fix a crisis at a remote R&D facility, claiming only my operational genius could save our company. That trip cost me everything: our baby, and my leg, lost in what I believed was a tragic accident. Confined to my bed, still reeling from my losses, I overheard Ethan tell his chief of staff that the 'crisis' was orchestrated, that our child was merely 'an obstacle,' and that my 'accident' was a deliberate attempt on my life. He even planned to systematically ruin my family' s businesses, severing my last remaining ties. The man who once vowed undying love had systematically plotted to destroy me, the shattering truth of his monstrous deception burning away all my grief and sorrow. Every adoring glance, every tender word he' d ever given vanished, replaced by the crushing weight of his calculated betrayal, culminating in public humiliations and a brutal slap after Chloe, his mistress, brazenly framed me. How could the depth of one man' s depravity reach so far, impacting every facet of my existence, all for a conniving woman and her deceitful schemes? Yet, as I lay there, broken and isolated in my gilded cage, a cold, sharp fire ignited deep within me. He thought he had crippled me and stripped me bare, but he only forged me into an unyielding weapon. He had sealed his own fate, and the meticulously assembled Lexington Dossier would be his ultimate undoing.