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Jilted Girlfriend? I Am The Tycoon's Wife
Cara Lewis sat quietly as her boyfriend of three years pushed a plate of dessert across the table, wearing a rehearsed mask of sorrow. He claimed he had to break up with her for her own good, blaming his lack of connections on Wall Street and insisting he couldn't give her the life she deserved. He acted like a martyr making a tragic sacrifice, waiting for her desperate tears and trembling denial. Instead, Cara calmly pulled out a stack of glossy photos and an elegant engagement invitation. She exposed his secret affair with the wealthy Hailie Lewis, completely dismantling his hypocritical social climb. Leaving the cheating narcissist pale and humiliated, Cara paid the bill and walked out, thinking the trash had finally been taken out. But her newly single evening took a chaotic turn when a teenage gaming partner called in a panic. He begged her to crash his elite prep school and pose as his aunt to save him from expulsion. Cara agreed, flawlessly playing the role of the secret new wife to his uncle, a notoriously ruthless Wall Street titan. She was thoroughly dominating the snobby school board when the office doors suddenly swung open. The real billionaire uncle, Beck Greer, walked into the room. Cara's heart dropped into her stomach as his glacial eyes locked onto her, knowing her social existence in New York was about to end. Caught in a terrifying, inescapable lie, Cara made an insane calculation. She stepped forward, firmly hooked her arm through the billionaire's, and smiled sweetly. "Honey, what took you so long? Julian and I were being bullied." She waited for the executioner's axe to fall, but the untouchable tycoon simply covered her hand with his and played along.Across the white tablecloth of Serafina, Bradyn Hubbard—Cara Lewis's boyfriend of three years—set his wine down and leaned forward. He pulled a thick, cream-colored envelope from his jacket and slid it across the table until it rested in front of her.
Cara looked down. The gold foil lettering was fresh from the press.
Engagement Gala
Groom: Bradyn Hubbard
Bride: Hailie Lewis
Venue: The Lewis Estate, Long Island. Next Saturday.
"Cara, let's be realistic," Bradyn said, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Hailie is my ticket to the top. Marrying her is the only shortcut for a guy like me to get a seat on the board. I don't love her—she's just the ladder I have to climb for my career."
Cara stared at the card, then lifted her cold amber eyes to meet his. "So you're proposing what, exactly?"
Bradyn gave a smug, self-satisfied smile.
"We break up publicly. But in private? Nothing has to change. You funded my MBA and paid my rent for three years—I haven't forgotten that. Stay quiet, be my little secret on the side, and once I secure the Lewis assets, I'll make sure you're taken care of in luxury."
Cara stared at his shameless face, her voice dropping into a dangerous, silky calm. "You sold yourself as a kept man to my stepsister, and you expect me to be your dirty little secret?"
"Don't make it sound so ugly, Cara," Bradyn scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "That's how men get ahead in Manhattan. Be realistic, Cara. You're broke and you have no one. Who else is going to take care of you? Don't be stupid. Just take the deal."
Cara looked at him for one quiet second, her lips curving into a razor-sharp smile.
"In your wildest dreams, Bradyn."
Without a second's hesitation, Cara picked up her crystal tumbler and threw the cold bourbon and ice straight into his face.
The freezing liquor drenched his styled hair and soaked the collar of his designer shirt. Bradyn gasped, shooting up from the velvet booth in sheer shock, frantically wiping his stinging eyes.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he snarled, glaring at her as neighboring tables turned to stare.
Cara set the empty glass down with a quiet, deliberate tap.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached into her Saint Laurent bag, pulled out a thick manila folder, and dropped it heavily onto his soaked lap.
"Open it, parasite," Cara said calmly.
Bradyn's hands shook as he ripped the folder open.
A thick stack of forensic-grade photographs spilled across the table. His breath caught in his throat—the photos showed him and Hailie completely naked, tangled in the satin sheets of a suite at the Baccarat Hotel.
Taped right behind the prints was a notarized invoice.
Columbia MBA Tuition & Fees: $186,000.00
Tribeca Penthouse Lease Subsidies: $94,000.00
Bespoke Wardrobe & Networking Tabs: $62,000.00
TOTAL REIMBURSEMENT DUE: $342,000.00
Bradyn's face turned an ashen, sickly gray. "You... you tracked me?"
"Three hundred and forty-two grand," Cara said, tapping the total with a manicured nail. "Wire it back to my account by Monday morning. If you don't, these photos go directly to Hailie's father and the Lewis board."
The shock on Bradyn's face instantly curdled into ugly fury. He slammed both hands on the table, leaning in with a desperate hiss. "You crazy bitch! You gave me that money willingly—that was trust money! You can't sue me for gifts!"
"I invested in a partner, Bradyn, not a freeloader," Cara said coldly. "You lived off my money for three years just to become my stepsister's leashed lapdog. Pay back every cent by Monday, or wear the collar in public."
"You fucking bitch—" Bradyn lunged forward, grabbing for her wrist.
Cara smoothly stepped back, out of his reach. She stood tall, smoothing the front of her tailored coat, looking down at him with absolute disgust.
Slowly, deliberately, she raised her hand and flipped him a clean, effortless middle finger.
"Congratulations on the engagement, Bradyn," Cara said softly. "You and Hailie deserve each other."
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My Favourite Widow
Raquel hadn't expected to be matched with a widower with one child, especially not a tough man with a rigid personality. But due to parental pressure, she had to accept the arranged marriage. The marriage, which she thought would be simple, proved to be more difficult than she had anticipated. She n/0/54198/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9b7297c8bec5f4c6fac7f6d0cd04ff9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Widow In My Bed
Are you married? You're kidding, right?" asked Matt, clearly and frantic. Amanda just nodded innocently. "Oh, no! How can I sleep with someone else's wife! I'm such a fucking asshole!" Matt shouted as he grabbed his frustrated hair. Immediately, Matt released their naked bodies under the covers./0/38263/coverorgin.jpg?v=2500c576ab30853f0191767cc5ca87c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Are My Favourite Medicine
Pokeweed Moss is sickly and week. All the doctors predict that he will not live beyond thirty. However, he met his destined girl, Ipomoea Lewis, at twenty-seven years old. Ipomoea was born in a western medicine family, but she is not accepted by her family because of her study of Chinese medicine. S/0/71834/coverorgin.jpg?v=a02c11e70d1035f06cc6cfb5b697a8a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player
Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave/0/69114/coverorgin.jpg?v=a00ce259c72ee12c68fdfb6bedd4db6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Favourite Toy
Elena Hart's life is a delicate balance of survival and dreams, scraping by as an artist while raising her teenage brother after their parents' untimely deaths. But when her brother makes a fatal mistake stealing from the notorious Moretti mafia family their fragile world shatters. To protect him,/1/114692/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260509181626&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Favourite Obsession
"I didn't ask for any of this." "Neither did I... but you walked into my world anyway." Melissa Grant believed in love the way fairy tales promised it, gentle, loyal, and safe. Until the night everything shattered. Betrayed by the boy she trusted and the friend she defended, she walks away from the/0/18730/coverorgin.jpg?v=718a6db286bb405c927b893f2c675fa1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Attractive Bride: You've Become My Favourite
Their story began with alcohol. Maria woke up to find herself lying on a hotel bed. Next to her on the bedside table was a note and some money left to her by the stranger as "payment." Anger took over her system. She swore to reclaim her dignity the moment she met him again. On the other hand, Ho/0/75686/coverorgin.jpg?v=562819170a7497d37493e6cac07e2acd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Independent Widow
Until finally, she decided to leave everything behind, exhausted from being betrayed by the people she trusted the most. Hurt and disappointed, she transformed into a woman who was independent and unshakable. Kendra Solene, who was forced into a marriage through an arranged union, lived with a husb/0/84248/coverorgin.jpg?v=bfffd07cee92c0dcd0e5c67aeee3bcdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Best Friend's Widow
My entire world collapsed when my husband passed away. I didn't have any money, a house, or any idea how to proceed. Then my husband's best friend, Ethan Cole, who is also a billionaire CEO, made me an irresistible offer: if I married him for a year, he would make everything right. It was cold at/0/51514/coverorgin.jpg?v=09695bee807d279b6054528c4249306c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Favourite Lovesong (HOT!)
Warning: Sexually explicit with lots of kinks and smut. The use of violent language is also included. "Hold me like the strings of your guitar and squeeze my breast like you're holding a note" Austin Sharpe, the lead singer of the pop-rock sensation Planet Orange, is hurtling toward self-destructio/0/27108/coverorgin.jpg?v=e218a7ed8e54498ca91540191022f468&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Widow
Hailey Anders After the death of her husband, the only thing that can keep Hailey going are her two little kids. They remind her that he still lives in them. Together with the company he left for her. Paige Carson Fresh out of college with impressive results, looking to find her dream job and ma/1/107618/coverorgin.jpg?v=7296edf3ac5e73e86b96fa68438efab9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Favourite Indulgence.
Emily Parker has a simple life plan: write her steamy romance novels, collect her royalties, sleep whenever she wants, and avoid anything that sounds like responsibility. Marriage? Absolutely not. But when her aunt threatens to drag her back to the countryside and marry her off the traditional way,/0/81337/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a6f398062d136809ce233833d97c0f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Widow Who Wasn't
My husband, Ethan Vance, was presumed drowned, swallowed by the Serpent River. For three agonizing months, I, Ava – owner of our beloved Portland bakery, "The Daily Rise" – had been a grieving widow, the city's gray mirroring the hollow ache in my chest. My dreams felt entombed by tragedy. My frien/0/83649/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ed6e8360287c686b579b4fc3dd197c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Widow to Warrior
I was just a grieving widow, navigating the unbearable silence left by my husband, Ethan, trying to figure out how to move on with my shattered life. Then, a single knock at my door didn't just alter my morning; it utterly annihilated the fabric of my entire world. His ex-girlfriend, Jessica, stoo/0/84038/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a4ab5e48b9cc3bbab1ae38b64f4be88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unbreakable Widow
The last thing I remember is the cold, seeping into my bones as I froze to death in an abandoned barn. But then, I heard weeping, and snapped my eyes open to find myself sitting on a hard wooden pew, at Andrew' s funeral. My mother-in-law, Debra Chadwick, was there, sobbing about how they' d take/1/104618/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b74701ece22a6b79017c48071193354&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The widow next door
After the mysterious death of her husband, Evelyn Blackwood becomes the widow next door-quiet, elegant, untouchable. Neighbors whisper. Men watch. No one gets close without consequences. Then Julian Vale moves in. Powerful and unreadable, Julian is far too interested in Evelyn's grief. Unlike others/0/22114/coverorgin.jpg?v=0bbc935eb6d015cbff25300b18eb04ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia And The Widow
"If you want to save your beloved Aai from the clutches of death, then you will have to marry me," he grinned evilly. "There is no way that I am going to marry someone like you," her eyes depicted pure anger and hatred. "Are you sure? Because your one decision can save your dead husband's mother fro/0/23270/coverorgin.jpg?v=0635d6c8b617c5838b240023d14fff82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Encounter With A Widow
“For heaven’s sake, mum, I'm just Twenty-one. I'm tired of this marriage stuff.” She reminded plainly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mother only stared at the water rolling down her cheeks, sympathetically. But she had no choice but to get her only daughter married again. Flora, a very young/0/81292/coverorgin.jpg?v=089416f06873d70caa91aae9e74c0323&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Widow of Vengeance
I was seven months pregnant, excitedly awaiting the arrival of our child. My husband, Ethan, the brilliant CEO of VanceTech, seemed utterly devoted. Our life was perfect. Then, a sudden fall. A blinding pain, then a hollow emptiness where my baby used to be. But the worst was yet to come. I/0/99503/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3397de932d26b650c48608048225a2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
