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Billionaires Books for Women

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The Billionaire's Proxy Bride

The Billionaire's Proxy Bride

My life was a picture-perfect dream. At 21, married to the successful real estate titan Marcus Thorne, I lived in a Manhattan penthouse fit for royalty. He adored me, called me his "Muse," showering me with exquisite art and personal gestures. I was pregnant, and our future, with its "little masterpiece" on the way, felt utterly secure. Then I found a hidden compartment in Marcus’s antique desk, revealing a chilling secret. Inside, a leather-bound scrapbook held dozens of photos of a woman strikingly similar to me—Isabelle Vance. A faded concert ticket, inscribed "For Izzy, my only dream, my eternal muse," confirmed my worst fear. My entire relationship, every tender word, every grand gesture, was a meticulously crafted lie, a painful echo of his past love. Humiliation and devastation washed over me, a physical blow to my gut. I, his beloved "Muse," was merely a stand-in. Our unborn child, conceived in this grand deception, twisted my insides. Brad, Marcus’s best friend, accidentally revealed the truth: "Izzy’s back! Thorne’s already ditching the pregnant kid-bride!" Isabelle herself then flooded my phone with gloating photos and videos of her and Marcus, reliving their old haunts. Every cherished gift, every thoughtful act, was revealed to be a cruel mimicry of his love for her. I was trapped in a gilded cage built on a lie. How could I possibly live with this soul-crushing betrayal? Who was I, truly, if my entire existence within this marriage had been a substitute? The raw despair was unbearable, eclipsing everything. My resolve hardened, brutal and swift. I walked out of my illusionary life, leaving New York and Marcus Thorne, and began the painful process of reclaiming my own future.
The Masked Billionaire

The Masked Billionaire

As he removed his mask, his face was revealed, and Avery's eyes widened in shock. She gasped, her voice trembling, "You...you...you..." Her knees buckled, and she felt herself weaken. Cedric's face, once hidden, now shone with a gentle plea, "I know you're hurt, Avery, but give me a chance to explain, please understand..." But Avery's shock turned to horror, and she turned to flee, her feet pounding the ground in a desperate bid for escape. Cedric gave chase, his longer strides easily catching up to her. He grasped her hand, but she shook him off, her palm connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap. His face jerked to the side, his hair momentarily obscuring his features. Avery's voice cracked with pain, "How could you, how could you?" Cedric's eyes implored her to listen, "I can explain, Avery, just give me a chance, please understand..." But she pushed him away, her voice rising, "Stay away from me, killer!" ****** Avery Travis, as simple girl, who lives with her father Mr Andrew Travis, she was his eldest daughter, her younger sister Emily was supposed to get married but on the day of the wedding, she ran away leaving Avery to take her place. Avery entered into a marriage with a man the world knew absolutely nothing about. His face hidden but all the world knew was that he was filthy rich. His name Cedric Matthews and his face has never ever been shown to the world but there's someone who can't stand his presence and that's Benjamin Maxwell. A billionaire as well, the second in the country after him whose father always always compared him to Cedric which made him hate Cedric so much. What happens when Avery finally gets to see Cedric's face? What did he do to make her hurt? What happens if Benjamin ends up loving Avery? What happens if Emily returns to take back what is rightfully hers? Find out in THE MASKED BILLIONAIRE
Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks. To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before. But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity. "What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?" He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators. When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist. She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves? With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap. But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.
    Dilemma of a CEO

Dilemma of a CEO

Raynoid was skeptical about going to the bar and getting a drink,he did not want to wake up to calls from his father and client's about the news of him drinking to stupor in a roadside bar. He shuddered at the thought of it . Picturing the headline of the newspaper. " The influential Reynoid Macpherson, was seen at a bar just by the roadside with no shame winning with the less privileged till he was drunk to stupor .The thought was still all in his head when he shook it off and went into the bar . The less privileged he called the middle class. He lived with the mentality that the poor masses were people who were too lazy to seize the opportunity of being rich. What more could a man born into riches and comfort think. With just a snap of his finger, he could get the whole bar shut down with any reason. How rich could a man be to have such a mentality. He finally gathered courage and stopped by the bar . He sat close to the entrance door ,enabling him to see who and what was coming in. Most importantly for easy flee at the sight of paparazzi. Just a few minutes to clear my head . The loud chatter and laughter coming from the bar did nothin but angered him . Fancy bars and majorly quiet and soothing. No wonder they have nothing . There is no way for proper thinking with so much distraction he Scoffed. He called out to the weary looking waitress to take his order. . Her eye bags were enough to tell how tired and worn out she was. She didn't seem to be In the right frame of mind, she was pissed and willing to snap at anybody any time. Can I take your order? She asked him. Yes, give me your most expensive wine. Okay… She turned to leave, barely raising feet. "What if I do not like it "? It might be expensive but he was sure it might not be worth the price .The money was definitely not the problem, he already put aside his pride, getting a drink that wasn't worth it would be a huge bumper. "You should have thought about that first before asking for a drink" She snapped. Is this how you talk to your customers? How expected. What do you mean by that? She asked him with a stern look . You better apologize..why should l? For all I care I haven't said anything I shouldn't have. Exchanging words with her was the last thing Rey wanted to do but she was ready to give her a hard time. Does she not know who she was talking to? For a classless waitress like him ,speaking to him in such a manner was an insult to his personality. They both kept exchanging words, for all he said Alica was ready to give him back in a hundred more painful words Politely in her defense. Till her boss came and made issues worse, demanding an apology. She refused and ended up quitting her job for her own respect..She was desperate for the pay but definitely not at the detriment of her respect. Maybe she just made the worst mistake of her life or maybe not . She made a bigger mistake by accepting to marry Rey on contract that same night. What was she even thinking? The pay? Or the fame ?pretty much the pay.
The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

Because of Reivea Polcas' manipulative and abusive stepmother, she is now in a situation she would never have chosen for herself. She is now the toy and bedwarmer of a wealthy and powerful man. A soft moan escaped from the mouth of Reivea when she felt the long, veiny, and thick c-ck sliding inside her womanhood. She slowly opens her eyes and faces the man on top of her. "Still hurts?" The man grinned. "Y-Yes, but I'll get used to it," she replied and closed her eyes again. She closed her eyes tightly as the man began to slowly fall. It still hurt for him even though they did it for the third time. It's like the man riding on top of him never gets tired. After a while, the man on her top started pumping so fast and rough inside her. He massaged her breasts and played with her nipples so she doesn't know where to turn her head because of the pleasure she feels right now. "Ahh.. H-Hellion! That's delicious, hmm.." the girl mumbled causing the boy to like it even more. "Fuck!" The man cursed. It just keeps pushing until it feels that the woman is close to the lab@san. "Ohh, S-t! I-I'm coming Hellion," said Reivea with wide eyes. Hellion played with her cl-t while pumping inside her so hard and rough. "Yeah! Yeah, baby! I'm near too! Shit! Ahh!" Helion said firmly as he pulled away. After some more hard thrusts, they both com. Hellion shot his semen inside the intimate area and slowly started thrusting. "H-Hellion, I'm tired. Please, it's okay first.." Reiv said weakly while Hellion's vibrating masculinity was still inside him. It still hasn't softened even after several rounds. The Hellion noticed that the girl was really tired. He knows why, for fucking sake, this is their 4th round! Because of this, he first filled Reiv's womanhood with semen before he pulled out his weapon with semen still dripping. Reiv fell on the bed like a wilted vegetable. His body was very tired and his knees were shaking. "Don't forget to take the pills, always, okay? You know, I love raw six." Hellion said as he grabbed a tissue. He wiped himself then looked at the girl on his back. "Spread your legs. I'll clean you," Hellion said authoritatively. Reiv followed suit. He was still a bit shy to do that. Hellion carefully wiped Reiv's womanhood. After that, the woman closed her legs and closed her eyes. "Good. I'll go, I'm going somewhere. If you're hungry, just cook downstairs. Everything you need is complete there," Hellion said before entering the bathroom. It only took a few minutes before he came out and got dressed before leaving the room. Reivea was now looking at the ceiling. If her gambling stepmom hadn't sold her to a gay manager of a bar and he in turn sold her to a man for a large sum of money, she wouldn't be in the situation she is in today. But somehow he is thankful because no one will oppress and mistreat him. There is a substitute. And it's her body That is the reason why she's here right now, why she became a billionaire's bed warmer.
'MAID FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

'MAID FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

"Ugh, you're so annoying!" I stammered at him. I felt like I was struggling to breathe from chasing after my breath. "Y-you know I can't serve you properly... but why did you ask for this?" I wanted to curse. Why do I keep stammering?! I saw him grin. "I just want you to serve me... what's wrong with that, Baby? Hmm..." He bit his lower lip. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound. He said it near my ear, almost sending shivers down my spine. I might faint. I'm nervous, despite the fact that we're so close, even though this mansion has centralized air conditioning. What's happening? Why am I feeling so hot?! "Serve? I don't want to!" I pushed him hard, but he didn't budge. "Just find someone else! After all, you're a billionaire... you can easily do that, so why bother with me?!" I shouted at him again. Even though we were so close, I don't have bad breath, so it's okay. "I. Only. Want. You." He said slowly and firmly. "Tell me, baby what's hard to understand?" I was surprised when he suddenly walked out, loosening his necktie in irritation. I was left with my mouth hanging open at what he said. It seems like I really angered him. It looks like I have no choice but to serve him properly besides I'm the billionaire's maid. Maybe it's better to serve him well and maybe our 5-year contract could be reduced by a year or two. I'll just be his personal maid. There's nothing difficult about that. But there's one thing I'm afraid of, something I know all too well about myself. But we're not like before. We may be of the same age, but we're really far apart now. He's grown up to be a great young man while I'm stuck with the same old me. And I don't even know if I did grow. I sighed, thinking about the new day that I'll once again be serving him. I used to be his childhood friend. Now he's turned into the youngest billionaire of our generation. That makes me the billionaire's maid. And that makes me feel like I shouldn't cross the boundaries and walls I've built between us. It's just me, Jearri, nothing so special... and he is Laxer, the billionaire. I held my chest, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat. Dear heart, please know your limitations.
The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

Five years ago, Grace was left to die in the suffocating darkness of a collapsed building. She survived with severe amnesia, clawing her way through Los Angeles as a broke, struggling actress. But her fragile peace shattered when she was cornered by Bryce Delaney, a ruthless billionaire who looked at her with agonizing, terrifying obsession. He slammed a multi-million dollar prenuptial agreement onto his mahogany desk, demanding she become a bought-and-paid-for mother to his three identical sons. Worse, she accidentally ran into her biological mother, a wealthy socialite, on the street. Instead of joy, her mother looked at Grace in absolute horror. "You should have stayed dead! To us, you are dead!" At her most important audition, her sister Ashleigh publicly humiliated her, mocking her torn clothes and ordering security to throw her out like trash. Meanwhile, Bryce threatened to destroy her entirely if she tried to escape his grasp. Grace was suffocating in confusion and rage. Why did her own family leave her to bleed out in the rubble? Why were they so terrified to see her alive? And why did this powerful tyrant call her "Gracie" with such broken grief, yet try to trap her in a fake, transactional cage? She refused to be a victim again. She threw the contract directly at Bryce's chest and violently slapped her sister's hand away. Just as the industry tried to blacklist her, an elite European consortium suddenly descended, pouring fifteen million dollars into the production solely to crown Grace. The war for the truth had just begun.