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Billionaires Books for Women

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The Billionaire's Captive Golden Blood Bride

The Billionaire's Captive Golden Blood Bride

Karley thought marrying billionaire architect Kevon Mcconnell was a fairy tale come true. But at their wedding reception, a heavy crystal chandelier collapsed. Kevon abandoned her in the falling glass to shield his sister, Devora. At the hospital, he dropped to his knees, begging Karley to save Devora's life with a direct blood transfusion. That was when Karley discovered the horrifying truth. Kevon hadn't married her for love. He had meticulously selected her because she possessed the exact same rare Rh-null golden blood as his chronically ill sister. Drained and feverish from the massive transfusion, Karley was locked inside his remote, high-tech mansion. Kevon's mother slapped her and forced foul medicine down her throat to replenish her blood supply. Even Devora called to mock her. "You're just a temporary solution. A medical resource until something better comes along." Karley lay bruised and infected on the floor of her gilded cage. The realization crushed her: the whirlwind romance, the pre-marital medical checks, even the secret GPS tracker he used to stop her from running away—it was all a calculated trap. She had lost her job, her friends, and her freedom to a man who only saw her as a walking blood bank. When Kevon finally returned, he cut off her contact with the outside world and locked the bedroom door with a cold, perfect smile. "Don't try to leave. You're my wife, and I always know where you are." But as the smart home dimmed the lights to keep her docile, Karley closed her eyes in the dark and began to plan her escape.
Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

[WARNING 18+] This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression. - "Do you know how much I wished you wouldn't come near me, or even... touch me?" Zeath drones on. "All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl-like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another." "We?" I croak out. Then Zeath's fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better. "Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it's your choice." >>>>> When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner. Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her-a child Zeath didn't deserve. She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath's only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child's lives once more?
He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch. "She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind. From that moment, the nightmare only escalated. Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip. The final humiliation came at the Met Gala. Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack. He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom. Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid. She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry. Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child? Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow. Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her. "A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand. Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury. She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
Marrying the devil billionaire-

Marrying the devil billionaire-

I was looking at a room full of people. All patients gossiped inside. "Woi! Misaki? What are you just staring at, disobey them." Ms. Chin complained to me so I frowned and walked away. "Why ?! Come back here Misaki!" Ms. Chin shouted and who are you even though she is still a head nurse. shit he, he knows my break time then this is my time of what else bwahahaha! Bebetime is real my real friends Kyaaah, my baby Zhero texted me. Sama kilig to the bones hahaha. [From Bebe Zhero koh: How are you my habibi?] Tsang*na ghurll! I don't know the habibi but there is a bibi, so baby. Bwahahaha there is nothing too lacking in the sweetness of our love even shutang*that we met in RPW. then who carr, most important I have my baby. I tapped the voice message then spoke. "Hihihi here I'm thinking what is the meaning of habibi, baby koh." you shit girl! Walastikman ipit na ipit boses ko don ah! Let's just see he hasn't been fall in love to meh bwahahaha. there's a message - kyaaah owss pakk ghurl voice message she made. he love me! [Bebe Zhero koh: "I'm falling inlove to your voice, so cute my habibi. Did you eat already?"] I was so bitten that I just jumped with excitement. No one cares about what I do because I have my own world so they can enjoy their own world. I already have a cell phone do not disturb them yet? "Misaki, Ms. Chin is calling you to her office. Hurry up!" Irine shouted to make me frown. Guess why? "Don't worry baby koh I've already eaten I've left more space in my stomach for you mwehehehe dessert cherry on top of your packs, boom love yow my baby!" Hahahaha I'm really crazy about my rp boyfriend. As in literally wanting me to like him, I don't know even if he has a hook as long as he has time for me edi gows lang. "Oh there's Misaki Riego who ran away from me just now." Ms. Chin whispered as I entered the office. I sniffed. "Is it my fault that you messed up my lunch break Ms. Chin eh I was already cleaning up the clutter in room 104." I replied respectfully to Ms. Chin. "Oh my gosh Nurse Misaki Riego! Bebetime?" he said so I smiled foolishly. "What else." at the same time the hair that intercepted my face on my back of teynga. "Stop that Nurse Riego." Ms. Chin disobeyed me so I was pissed. "By the way, your personal patient will be here from now on until he is discharged of course." Ms. Chin promised. I looked behind me where the door was and waited for it to open. The man in the wheelchair also entered. Looks like the patient's companion. The two men looked at me and I smiled. "Mr. Seo, she's the one we're saying will be your personal nurse from now on. She's the one your father chose, Nurse Misaki introduce yourself." then why you look like angry Ms Chin, hmph! "Hello, my name is Misaki Riego. Even though I didn't know that I would be a personal patient now, I will say that I hope we can get along immediately, Mr Seo." I said with a smile on my face. He looked me head to toe. I think my patient will be as bad as it is literally true. "Are you single miss-" asked the companion when Mr Seo was in a wheelchair. I shook immediately. "I had a bebetime earlier, just broke the other one." where am I in the word one jan. "Nurse Riego." Ms. Chin disobeyed so I just sniffed. "It's true." I whispered. "My personal maid looks so ugly." What? I looked at the man who would be my patient and he stared at me so I looked at Ms. Chin who tried to calm me down the most. "Atleast not flat." I whispered so bad presence he gave me so I stared at him too. "I'm changing this ugly b*tch Ms Chin-" "Ahh ugly b*tch ?! Woi for me to tell you I have a baby with eight pandesal and I have dessert with cherry on top! Tse!" go be stupid again! Oh my life nurse really!
His Public Downfall, Her Private Triumph

His Public Downfall, Her Private Triumph

My husband, Ethan, stood in our modern Austin living room, the city' s vibrant skyline gleaming behind him, a dazzling backdrop to the tech empire we had painstakingly co-founded. But his voice was eerily flat, devoid of emotion, as if closing a routine business deal: "I' m in love with Tiffany Hayes. I want a divorce." He offered Innovatech Solutions-the company built from our garage, my strategies disguised by his charming façade-as my 'clean slate,' a magnanimous gesture for his freedom. He paced, warming to his speech, detailing how I' d get all of it: the house, the accounts, everything, convinced he was making a painful, king's ransom sacrifice for his new love. Tiffany, the young and 'vibrant' marketing recruit, soon flooded social media with a carefully curated narrative, subtly branding me as the cold, past version of him he had bravely outgrown. He fully expected tears, arguments, a desperate scene, yet my calm, quiet 'Okay' only caused a flicker of confusion in his eyes, starkly highlighting how profoundly he' d always underestimated me. He genuinely believed I' d be lost without him, the charismatic 'face' of Innovatech, utterly blind to the strategic, brilliant mind that had actually propelled it to success. And terrifyingly, he had absolutely no inkling of the small, secret flutter in my belly, a new life, a profound truth, that gave me a quiet, unsettling well of strength. My understated 'Okay' wasn't capitulation; it was an irrevocable turning point, the methodical opening move in a protracted game of cosmic chess he was destined to tragically lose.
My CEO, My Prison

My CEO, My Prison

My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again. Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed my own dreams. Fed up with her absolute indifference, I finally decided to break free. I accepted a prestigious surgical fellowship in Germany and served her divorce papers. She signed them on the spot, without a second glance, mistaking them for adoption forms-a brutal testament to how little I meant to her. But escaping Izzy' s orbit proved impossible. Her manipulative ex, Marcus Vance, resurfaced, systematically sabotaging my reputation and career. He staged a fake "assault" at the hospital that got me suspended, and Izzy, completely blind in her work-obsessed world, effortlessly believed his lies, her family joining the cruel chorus, painting me as a jealous villain. Just as my visa was finally approved, offering me a clear path to reclaim my life, I found her waiting at the airport. Tears of frustration blurred my vision as she snatched my passport. "Going somewhere, Ethan Cole?" she smirked, then, with chilling nonchalance, she ripped it in half. "Oops. Clumsy me." She still believed we were married, choosing to live in that delusion even as her own company began to tank due to Marcus' s cunning schemes. "You are my husband," she declared, grabbing my arm, dragging me back into her chaotic, high-stakes world. She forced me to play the role of the devoted spouse, a public facade to salvage her company' s image. Trapped, bewildered, and furious, I knew this wasn't just a crisis for her, but a crucible for me. Can I survive this charade? And what will it take to truly escape?