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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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His Name;Her Cage
If only I could take back the hands of time; if only my father didn't borrow, I wouldn't have been Rapunzel, locked up in a beautiful mansion and pretend everything is fine; especially when my parents arrive.He owns her name. She's trapped in his cage.Scarlet Andrews thought the worst day of her lif/1/107906/coverorgin.jpg?v=49e79a668a66bea7f9127c508e310973&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Last Name, His Claim
She left him five years ago, long before he became the ruthless billionaire the world now fears. Now she's ready to marry again but first, she needs his signature. Except Enzo Wayne doesn't plan to let go. He's waited five years to remind her what belonging means. One signature, one demand, one im/0/80750/coverorgin.jpg?v=a029ada3d61e0a2c4534076d6590c6fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Golden Cage, Her Deadly Trap
She saved him from a fire, and it cost her everything. Sarah Miller, society’s golden girl, married Ethan Vance, the charming man she pulled from the flames – a heroic act that left her with a secret, fatal internal injury. Their union seemed destined, a testament to her sacrifice. But their fairy/1/104980/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ebb0d5784e14b894d68e1c3643bf192&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BOUND BY HIS NAME
"Isabella this is the right time for you to choose between me or Hector, because any one you choose now will be your husband till the contract end." "Think well Isabella don't make mistake." She spilled coffee on the wrong man. Isabella Ramirez is drowning in debt, exhaustion, and fear-working d/1/124723/coverorgin.jpg?v=64420306c28916d92917a1d902c72e01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By His Name
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The moon remembers her name
I DIED IN HIS ARMS SEVEN TIMES. THIS LIFE I'M ERASING MYSELF TO SAVE HIM. For seven hundred years, Adrian Blackthorn has been a ghost in my dreams. In every life, he finds me. In every life, he loves me. And in every life, he watches me die. I thought i was just Lena Ashcroft, a girl working a dea/0/40944/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Before i called her name
She fell inlove for the very first time and she thought she could peacefully live with her new personality and name. She thought that she could keep her secret for the rest of her life. But in an instant, all that she had worked hard for was completely GONE./0/85924/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a91f19dce6cab415e262e95e9851bc9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond His Gilded Cage
The blinding flashbulbs popped as Leo Sterling' s hand dug into my back. To the world, we were a power couple-the tech mogul and his beautiful, indispensable assistant. It was a lie everyone in Silicon Valley knew and repeated. "Smile, Ava," he murmured, his voice a low command meant only for me/0/70939/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3063d064608d6950f06e3200685ea2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TRAPPED IN HIS GOLDEN CAGE
She was nothing but a pawn in his ruthless world. A weak, fragile girl thrown into a cold-hearted billionaire's arms. When Elena Carter's father's debt threatens to destroy her family, she is forced into an arranged marriage with the most feared businessman in the city Alexander Blackwood. A man wh/0/79217/coverorgin.jpg?v=8fd94e4cf377b64a8a6dc73bf4013752&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Forgot Her Name
Who are you when your memories lie? Seventeen-year-old Nia wakes up in a hospital with no recollection of who she is or how she got there. Her parents say she was in an accident. Her friends act like nothing is wrong. Her room is filled with pictures, trophies, and journals that tell the story of a/1/110351/coverorgin.jpg?v=85f9d5eead0e33b7f6ce2040765a8972&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Escape from His Gilded Cage
Becoming a bride to settle a debt was never part of my dreams. Yet, my stepbrother's betrayal and a trap party turned my life upside down, shattering my illusions of a joyful marriage. Now, I'm faced with the harsh reality of being married to a ruthless Mafia boss, Alessio Marino. Can I trust his/0/83650/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b994e788dd2379667692b3878bb0425&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gilded Cage: Her Fierce Escape
My world revolved around the resonant strings of my cello and the man I loved, Ethan. Even after the devastating miscarriage, I tried to find solace in music, in the quiet rhythm of our opulent New York life. But that life shattered on a single, horrific night. Ethan claimed he wanted to cheer me/1/102480/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dc34134c324b1c37e9ff1160e897109&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Wife Escapes Her Gilded Cage
Everyone thought I was the pampered queen of Marcus D’Angelo, New York's most feared Don. But I was just a placeholder for the woman he couldn't have: his cousin, Izzy. The truth shattered everything at a family dinner. A waiter tripped, sending a tureen of scalding soup flying toward the table. W/0/85719/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4026154190946e0f51675caca7d4a91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Gilded Cage: A Husband's Escape
It was our tenth wedding anniversary, but the party felt exactly like the nine humiliating ones before it. My wife, Vanessa Thorne, a dazzling socialite to the world, was my warden, and tonight, she paraded her newest "toy," a young model named Liam. "Show him the ropes," she purred, her eyes alig/1/104951/coverorgin.jpg?v=88c8721d51bee92d5c484222b6468c81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mistress's Name On His Heart
On my wedding night, while unbuttoning my new husband's shirt, I found a fresh tattoo over his heart. A bold, jagged letter 'C'. It stood for Caren—my best friend, the girl I had raised from the servant's quarters like a sister. Jameson was the Prince of Philadelphia, and our marriage was a blood/1/118496/coverorgin.jpg?v=77c590ec09719fb27928e68aad7ad1c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The CEO: Escaping His Cruel Cage
I returned to New York after a three-year exile, just to attend my father's funeral. But my estranged husband, Julian, ambushed me at the airport with divorce papers. He told me that if I didn't sign them immediately, my father wouldn't get a burial plot. And standing right by his side was Janet,/1/101767/coverorgin.jpg?v=66f01b6b13af1e22946bf374b9edb35f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping His Cage: The Phoenix Wife Returns
Two minutes before midnight on the eve of my wedding, my phone buzzed. I expected a sweet text from my groom, Liam. Instead, I received a photo of him with his lips inches from another woman's neck. The caption read: "He's celebrating his last night of freedom. Are you sure you want to be the ja/1/118370/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d3e2957bfa7ee73f58ec887b11e33e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Wife: Escaping His Gilded Cage
Ava had been married to Wall Street titan Damian Carlisle for three years, an orphan chosen by his late grandmother solely to provide an heir. But at the matriarch's funeral, Damian stood intimately before the flashing cameras with his childhood sweetheart, Isabelle. The entire elite family delibera/0/24391/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fd216294d856235a60920c6845bc926&imageMogr2/format/webp)
