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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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Other Main-Travelled Roads
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Vanishing Roads and Other Essays
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All Roads Lead to Calvary
The novel All Roads Lead to Cavalry offers an irreverent take on the social forces at play in England in the period leading up to and just following the outbreak of World War I. If you're interested in history but often find yourself bored by historical fiction, this funny, one-of-a-kind novel is fo/0/34706/coverorgin.jpg?v=71237f92db9ecf0bc3cca0327b3425ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The End
Celeste Campbell: Does it end here? Wait a moment what is the meaning of the word The End? Does it mean the existence of something has come to a finale? There is nothing else from here onwards. What if I said, that I don't believe in it? To me, it means a new beginning. To right the wrongs and wrong/0/17346/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0be141895cad1ddebd55b184d01ed9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Without End
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Howards End
Howards End is a novel by E. M. Forster, first published in 1910, which tells a story of class struggle in turn-of-the-century England. The main theme is the difficulties, troubles, and also the benefits of relationships between members of different social classes. Many critics, including Lionel Tri/0/86663/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d7f082487f71b373d5ce6c4b775be79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's End, Betrayal's Sting
My husband, Mark, told me he was reborn. In the ruins of San Francisco, he promised me a safe harbor, built on the back of his miraculous "system." I, a scientist who dealt in facts, chose to believe in him, in us. That trust was my first mistake. A week later, our penthouse was breached. Mutate/0/22150/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a58295339f4e84b880e456cf8f83708&imageMogr2/format/webp)
End This War
Every person who crossed to our life have a past that we want to be concealed and buried. There are things that happend that we don't want to talk about. And we are one of those people who wants to forget what that person did. And there are secrets we are hiding that we can't stop from the day it wo/0/19386/coverorgin.jpg?v=2267ee1ee3576a87e095416d9693e85f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No End Of Love
To save her family from the predicament, she gave in to money and broke up with him. She held back the tearing pain in her chest and watched him leave away. Seven years later, when she met him again, there was no love for her in his eyes. He only came to see her for a deal. He needed her kidney to s/0/19524/coverorgin.jpg?v=a53ded3bb58c09ab03b27d12bf687091&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Their End, My Beginning
Her sweet childhood sweetheart is now a cold millionaire. The person, whose heart broke even when she cried over a movie, is the one causing her heart to break. The bestfriend, who shared everything with her, is hiding something from her. Her own family is stealing from her. Worst of all, the cau/0/11586/coverorgin.jpg?v=74a8defb95979b97f4b77e219a4c4548&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Betrayal's End
Private Casey, abandoned and captured by enemy forces, finds herself questioning everything she once believed in. As she uncovers the truth behind the war and the atrocities committed by her own side, Casey is offered a chance to join the enemy's ranks and fight for a just cause. Torn between vengea/0/7714/coverorgin.jpg?v=84f0f1fa10ff4de2d40dffe0ab201cd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Unfaithful Until The End
SYNOPSIS Ariana's life shatters when she discovers the ultimate betrayal-her husband, Lucas, and her best friend have broken the sacred bond of trust. The shock leaves her hospitalized, and upon discharge, Ariana chooses peace over confrontation. Protecting her health and the long-awaited pregnanc/0/64130/coverorgin.jpg?v=8129e08c5be673a953fc32d0071ef17d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After The End
Diva thought that pouring her whole focus and life on her newly born child should make her marriage better and earn more of Andre's trust. Little did she know there was more to keeping a marriage and she got to learn more when Teresa, a mistress in the form of Andre secretary, came in between her ma/0/761/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121190834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
End of the Tether
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