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Billionaires Books for Women

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The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback

The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback

I gave up my future as a top design graduate to play the perfect trophy wife for Wall Street billionaire Dominick Carrillo. But at a high-profile gala, he suddenly returned from his overseas trip three days early, parading a Hollywood actress on his arm. He dropped a million dollars on her charity necklace in front of the entire Manhattan elite, publicly humiliating me. When I confronted him with proof of his lies back at our penthouse, he threw his limitless black card at me like I was a high-priced escort. To punish my defiance, he violently pinned me down, forcing himself on me to assert his absolute control. The next morning, he caught me fixing the terrible architectural sketches for his new boutique hotel project. He coldly locked my designs away in his briefcase without a second glance. "The business world doesn't care about sketches. Just be a good Mrs. Carrillo and max out your credit cards." I stared at the empty room as he left for a hotel, my phone buzzing with mocking texts from other socialites. For three years, I had locked my talent in a golden cage for this marriage, only to be treated like a brainless canary and a disposable line item on his balance sheet. The rules of this marriage were done. I opened my laptop, found a national design competition sponsored by his biggest corporate rival, and hit submit. I didn't apply as Mrs. Carrillo. I applied as Aubrey Middleton.
The Ruthless Billionaire's Property

The Ruthless Billionaire's Property

Warning: 18+ Dark Romance "Dont let me use the spare key Orlanda, or you are gonna be doomed," he uttered coldly and now, she could sense he was more than pissed. The air felt thick, charged with the tension between them, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. She braced herself, knowing fully well that this small act of defiance would not go unpunished. But for now, she had locked him out, and for the first time since being his prisoner, she felt the slightest taste of freedom. "Do your worst! I'm not scared of you," she yelled. ~~~~~ Orlanda never asked for Carlson Jacobi's help, but when the ruthless gangster saved her months ago, he demanded repayment; betray his stepbrother, or warm his bed. She swore she would never surrender herself to such a man, and so she chose betrayal. But when her plan failed, Oswald Dino Escobar, the billionaire she worked for, and Carlson's greatest enemy, made her pay the ultimate price. He bought her from her family, not as a servant, but as his property. His possession. His punishment. His little pumpkin! Oswald was a man who had once loved and lost Sophia Lawn, the woman who shattered him, the woman whose death turned him into a beast. And when Orlanda entered his world, he saw in her a vessel, a shadow of what he lost. But the deeper she was pulled into his dark empire, the more secrets surfaced. Secrets that could ruin them both... or bind them forever.
The Mafia's Sleeping Pill

The Mafia's Sleeping Pill

Isabella's POV All my life I had only ever wished for one thing; to have a happily ever after. To be able to grow old with a man I would love for the rest of my life, to just... To just be happy. Starting from the day I came back from college, everything was working against me. I was met with the news of my parents death. They had supposedly died in a car accident on their way to god know where. Another news was that the company was going down and they were in dire need of money. The company my father worked so hard to bring up was about to died no sooner than he was announced dead. I couldn't let it happen. That was my legacy, the one thing my father left for me. But someone; my uncle was ahead of me. He said he also wanted the company to survive. He said I was too young to handle it, he said I was only going to help the company but in another way, without taking charge. And... I believed him. I just proved him right when he said I was too young and naive. I allowed myself to get trapped in Antonio's cage, I brought myself to him all innocent and stupid. Another stupid thing I did was to allow myself get close to him, or better yet...I allowed him get close to me. He just came to my room and slept there with a surprised look on his face as if he hadn't slept in a long time. To read too much between the lines. I thought I understood his every single actions, and I thought he cared about me... Even going as far as giving him my body. Just when I thought I was going to have that happily ever after, I was met with another shocking news... Antonio was responsible for my parents death! ... Isabella Moreno a young graduate came home only to discover her parents were dead and she was shipped off to Antonio to 'save' her father's company. She fell in love with him only to discover that he was the one who killed her parents. It was as if she was held back by an invisible force, until the force disappeared and she discovered the truth. After that discovery, she ran while holding his secret...his child. 7 years later, she was dragged back to her cage but now the tides had changed. She wasn't the weak naive girl who fell for him, she wanted revenge. Revenge for her parents death, revenge for everything he put her through. And she was going to get it... Or would she?
Reborn to Protect My Twins

Reborn to Protect My Twins

The first cries of my son, then my daughter, filled the delivery room. Twins. Mark would have been so proud. A nurse laid them on my chest, tiny and perfect. Then the world tilted. A memory, sharp and brutal, slammed into me. Another life. This exact moment. Giving birth. Aethel Corp. The Thorne family. Damian Thorne. His cold eyes. Cassandra Vance, his mistress, her fake tears. My baby chosen. Then fire, screaming. My child, gone. And Damian' s hands on me, ending it all. "No," I whispered, clutching my newborns. It wasn't a dream. It was real. It happened. And it was happening again. My heart hammered as Damian Thorne walked in, Cassandra Vance on his arm. They were here. Just like before. I fell to my knees, renouncing any claim, begging him to let us leave, to sever all ties to the Thorne family. He forced me to the Serenity Pines retreat, a gilded cage. Cassandra' s 'therapy dog' lunged straight for my twins, its teeth snapping, and Damian blamed me. Later, Cassandra framed me, claiming I cursed her child, convincing Damian I was a source of dark energy. "Take her children!" he ordered, intent on a "cleansing ritual" for my newborns. I fought and clawed, begging him to take me instead, to leave my babies alone. He wouldn't listen. They dragged me out, tying me to a lone tree in a brewing storm. He left me exposed, alone, to die, just like before. I stared at the hidden burner phone, a fragile lifeline. Genevieve Thorne. The Empress Dowager. My only hope. Could she act fast enough?
The Unwanted Blessing

The Unwanted Blessing

I was eight, maybe nine, when my father branded me "bad luck." Exiled from the Miller empire, I grew up with Elara in the quiet Ozarks, who saw a light in me, saying "things grow better in the sunshine." Ten years later, a thick, gold-embossed envelope arrived, pulling Sadie back. It was a summons to my younger brother Ethan's 21st birthday gala, the favored heir. "Your father expects your attendance," the note commanded, offering no welcome. Richard Miller met me with arctic eyes, scanning my simple clothes. Ethan, the spoiled golden child, sneered, "Look what the cat dragged in from the sticks." The chilling truth emerged: this wasn't a reunion, but a formal disinheritance. At the glittering country club, I was publicly mocked as a "charity case," old wounds tearing open. Ethan grinned, shoving legal documents at me: "We' re making it official." My father, via phone, clipped: "Sign the papers and be done with it." The familiar weight of being blamed, of inherent flaw, pressed down heavily. For years, I' d believed I was the source of Miller's "bad luck"-fender benders, fires-all starting, Dad said, at my birth. This cruel dismissal felt final, confirming every unwanted memory. But clutching Elara' s smooth river stone, a different truth settled. "Luck runs in funny streams," I told Ethan, "You might be diverting more than you think." With a strange calm, I signed "Sarah Miller" for the last time. The moment my pen lifted, a speaker crackled and died, and chaos rippled instantly. Ethan' s prized car smashed, company scandals erupted, credit lines froze. The Miller empire, built on sand and shortcuts, was finally crumbling. Some ties, once broken, unleash far more than just freedom.