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Billionaires Books for Women

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PLAYING THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT GAME

PLAYING THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT GAME

Emma thought she had escaped the city that broke her, but when her family's business teeters on the brink of bankruptcy, she is pulled back into the orbit of the one person she vowed never to see again. Zane Mendoza. Now the heir to a billion-dollar fintech empire and the boss of a secret mafia dynasty where Emma's parents work as underdogs, Zane holds all the cards. For years, he had been searching for Emma, who had disappeared without a trace after their divorce. When Zane discovers that Emma is the daughter of the family who now owes him everything, he makes a ruthless proposition. An arranged marriage. In exchange, he will wipe away her family's crushing debts. Desperate to save her parents, Emma agrees to Zane's conditions but negotiates a deal of her own. Their marriage will last one year, and if she is not happy in the marriage, she will leave. Zane agrees, but with a twist. If she falls for him again before the year is up, she will remain his forever. But Zane doesn't just want Emma as his wife. He wants her in every way. His obsession with her runs deeper than she realizes, and he is ready to eliminate anyone just to have her forever. With a jealous best friend that wants to take everything she loves, an ex boyfriend who wants her back, betrayal lurking at every corner, a secret daughter that Zane doesn't know is his, and a love that refuses to die, Emma must navigate this web of lies and emotions. Can she resist Zane's magnetic pull, or will she be caught up in his game for good?
The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Return To Power

The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Return To Power

After raising Dakota for years, the wealthy Walton family mercilessly kicked her out of their mansion. Her adopted father threw a crisp check for five hundred dollars onto a stripped mattress. "That is more than enough for a bus ticket back to whatever slum your real parents live in. Do not ever contact us again." Her adopted sister Cindy tried to violently snatch her faded canvas backpack, smugly bragging that she was already engaged to Dakota's former fiancé. The entire family stood on their grand balcony, sneering in disgust as Dakota left in a broken-down, smoking rental car. "You are going to die in the gutter!" They treated her like a contagious disease, truly believing she was nothing more than an ungrateful, bottom-feeding street rat destined to rot in poverty and beg for their charity. But what the arrogant Waltons didn't know was that on her way "home," Dakota would casually save the dying matriarch of the country's most powerful family using a mythical medical technique. She traded her smoking junk car for a million-dollar reward and a flawless Rolls-Royce Cullinan. And the filthy "slum" she was returning to? It was the palatial estate of the ultra-billionaire Su empire. As her true parents wept with joy and ordered their staff to buy out every luxury brand in the world just to welcome her back, Dakota prepared to show the people who threw her away what real power looked like.
The Comeback Heiress

The Comeback Heiress

My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death. My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted metal car wreck, my own choked screams echoing in a silent void. Before that, the faces of those who had meticulously orchestrated my demise flashed into view. Izzy Vance, my father's "charity case," who wore my family's legacy and my triumphs like her own skin. Channing "Chad" Astor III, my indifferent fiancé, his eyes dismissing me as a mere stepping stone. Even my own brother, Harrison, looking right through me, his ruthless ambition a cold, sharp blade that cut me down. They hadn't just killed me; they had systematically dismantled my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in a fiery crash that was no accident, but a calculated murder. And now, inexplicably, I was back. 21 again. On the precise day my public downfall began in that wretched past life. The day of the infamous "Starlight Seraph" necklace incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored narrative that branded me as jealous and unstable. The memory of their insidious treachery, of being utterly played, burned with an acidic clarity. Why was I sent back to this cruel inflection point? How could I have been so blind? The injustice was a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, a freezing rage began to ignite. But no. Not this time. This time, there would be no tears, no agonizing screams. This time, I would not just survive. This time, I would utterly win.
Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna’s family was falling apart and facing a tragic demise; however, her heart sank when she clearly saw Travis Cooper’s name on the acquisition papers. She had no choice but to negotiate with him. Arianna lowered her head and relaxed her shoulders to ease the tension. She should show him gratefulness to make him happier, she thought, but she just couldn’t do it. “How would you be willing to leave my grandfather alone?” He casually poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her before replying, “I think the correct person to ask is the judge, no? The offenders are usually punished. This is a matter of justice, isn’t it?” Arianna was beginning to grow tired of his mood swings. “He is old, and his body is failing him. He would not last long in prison.” Arianna continued to try to sway him. “What can I do? I always admire devoted children.” His voice carried some ridicule, “But I’m not a charity. I only do transactions with interests. What would you do in exchange for the freedom of your grandfather?” Travis intertwined the fingers of his one hand with the other and rested his hands on his stomach as he leaned back in his chair once more. His expression was a bit lazy, “Since you entered this door, I’ve been waiting for the drama of you selling your body and soul to me in order to save your family member.” When Arianna didn’t reply, Travis explicitly said, “Maybe I’m just bored. I’d like to try something fun.” Arianna’s stomach felt like it had flipped. She looked at the handsome face that was now showing evil.
Secret Revenge Of The Billionaire

Secret Revenge Of The Billionaire

"L-Let us go ..." "We have a family ..." "W-We're begging you .." Only crying and pleading can be heard in a room without any equipment. There were ten women standing with the towel wrapped around their bodies .. and I was one of those ten women. My lip almost bled from holding back my loud crying. I just sobbed as I clung tightly to my towel wrapped around my body. There were three armed men guarding us while there were large guns. It smokes and looks sticky at us. Meanwhile, we women lined up and just waited for someone to come into the room for us to buy. I still have many dreams in life and I still need to resurrect my two siblings who are left behind now. I don’t know why I’m being punished like this. I do nothing in my life but just work hard to keep my brother alive. But what about now? I was gone and the cans in our little house were about to run out. How are my siblings? Who will protect them? Who will feed? I sobbed even more because of the thought. I felt sorry for my brother. They are too young to experience living alone. They haven't yet so why am I being punished like this? I’m not doing anything wrong! "Shut up! You hurt your ears!" I pressed the bite to my lip to suppress my loud sobs for fear that our heads might explode. We have been locked up in an unknown place for three days and now the buyers are coming to us. I don't know why we need to look like this — not wearing anything. Only a thin towel wrapped around our body and nothing else. "Let us go!" Shout of a female captive like me. Every time they begged us to leave here, I hoped that they would be kind and do what we asked, but in three days of repeated pleas, no one listened to us. The men ignored the woman and focused on the man who entered our room. "They're here ..." I heard the intruder say so my hair stood on end and my heart beat faster. "We're begging you !!" Another shouted but no one noticed him. The armed men came out to guard us and closed the door. Everyone's sobs grew louder and the others hugged each other. The others are already sitting on the floor due to lack of hope for themselves. I let out a cry that I had been waiting for. I also tightened my grip on my towel that was draped over me. I arranged my hair and covered half of my face so I wouldn’t be noticed later. I believe. Not me! The door opened so we turned around there. My knees were shaking but I still tried to stay standing. Armed men entered and stood the women who had fallen to the floor. This followed. "Come in ..." the armed man said politely. Every time I heard their footsteps I was terrified. I saw five men enter our room. Two adults and three looking young men. Their aura is frightening and when they look at you, your whole system will surely tremble. What they wear screams in luxury and really shows us that they can afford to buy us like a tool. Everyone was silent. The men's eyes began to stare at us so I immediately averted my gaze and bowed. I heard a footstep and at the same time crying. "D-dont!! I do not want!! Let go of me!! Let go of me!!" I turned to the woman first in line. I am the very last. He was beaten by a young man and stoned at gunpoint. “He is the one I will choose. Shut up. ” He says. I burst into tears and was about to bow down again but something hit my eye. The young man who looked at me in the dark. His jaw tightened as he glanced at me so I avoided him. I hope my face is well covered! My whole system is going crazy because he might choose me. I'm nervous! I heard footsteps approaching in my direction so I cried even more. I also tilted a little to avoid him but there didn't seem to be a fight .. I grabbed my jaw and caught sight of the man. He arranged my hair that covered my face so he could see me properly. "D-Don't let me ..." I begged but he pretended to avoid looking at me. "I'll pick this." He said sternly and dragged me out of that room. He stoned me into the Elevator and I started to cry and cry. As the Elevator closed, he turned to me. "Shut up!" He shouted but because of fear I cried even more. His vision darkened and he grabbed my arm. He squeezed that. "I said shut the fv*k up or else I will blow your head up!" He got me there so I forced myself to keep quiet. Opening the elevator opened up to us so many luxury cars. He yelled at her and immediately pulled me in there. When he got on, he hit you so hard that I could almost cling to the door next to me. It took us several hours before I stopped at a fancy house — Mansion. A very large Mansion. I could not check it properly because it was already dark and he immediately pulled me inside. He took big steps so I almost ran following him. He let me into another room and I heard the lock. I started sobbing and started looking for something to wear there in the room. I've been getting cold before and I might get sick. I want to feel good so I have the strength to escape. Even if it’s not for me that’s what my body really needs.