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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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Broken To Finding Love
"Sign those papers, or be ready to face my wrath." Teddy, Jane's husband, slammed her face with divorce papers on the day of their one year anniversary. "No I won't. You can do whatever you want." Jane, the heiress of the Lockwood empire had run away from home, due to an arranged marriage her f/0/86521/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3d4a294363ecdc4212949aa9edc95fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace
The headline screamed from the society page: CEO Michael Sterling' s Protégé, Chloe Davis, Flaunts Baby Bump. Five years of marriage, yearning for a child, shattered in an instant. Michael, my husband, promised it was a mistake, a drunken night he barely remembered. He knelt, he cried, he pleaded, a/0/84863/coverorgin.jpg?v=725763f985ade864016fb1b516b13689&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming Life, Finding Love
The paper in my hand felt like a death sentence: glioblastoma, an aggressive brain tumor. That same day, my estranged wife, Chloe, flashed across my laptop screen, pregnant with another man' s child, her new partner, Mark Jensen, by her side. Before I could even process the betrayal, my five-yea/0/60152/coverorgin.jpg?v=59a71151ac1035e56993f2a708995a87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding His True Love
Andy Weston had thought Love was to meet and go on the journey but he forgot that there were rules and the only way to succeed in love is when you meet the right person. After much heart break and humiliation in love, he met her Stephanie Hudson, daughter of Hudson Walker, she was born without a sil/0/84892/coverorgin.jpg?v=e17ef3a9fbe5551d268a5a0b247f547a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Peace, Not Love
Tonight was my engagement gala to Arthur, the renowned art dealer who was my mentor, my patron, and my entire world. He was giving a speech when he suddenly abandoned me on stage, in front of hundreds of guests, to rush to the side of his beautiful, widowed sister-in-law, Isabella. The public humi/0/21802/coverorgin.jpg?v=f38ba57ea5ee69023aee842e2acb6100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FINDING TRUE LOVE
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Finding Love Again
My whole world came crashing down when I caught my wife cheating on me. Our three-year marriage turned out to be one big joke. I couldn't stay with a cheater, so I divorced her. "Women are scum!" I said and decided to give up on love. But as fate would have it, a woman came crashing into my wrecke/0/89663/coverorgin.jpg?v=b25f6f471993abdd72faf2e591dafef2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping His Obsession, Finding Love
I woke up gasping, the memory of my first life still fresh: my fiancé, Elliott, watching coldly as I drowned, his mind poisoned by a woman named Katarina after an accident gave him amnesia. This time, I had a plan to escape before his fateful yacht trip. But the doorbell rang. It was Elliott, home/0/86223/coverorgin.jpg?v=d42f34982ca0249c42cc3fbac7cfcc97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Love After the Drain
Emily' s smile was as bright as the new silver pen she held out to me, a pen she said would bring me good luck for finding a new job. But I knew better. Every "lucky" gift from her had cost me dearly. My last job, a stable marketing position, vanished after she gave me a "lucky" desktop plant. Then/0/59379/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e0fe99b1fc123cb47012798713d9717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Trust To Unbound Love
HOW DO YOU FLUSH TWELVE years of marriage down the drain? Can you flush twelve years of marriage down the drain? When Richard, Flora's husband of a dozen years, tells her that he fathered a child outside of their marriage, her whole life plan is turned upside down. While she freely admits that she's/0/46295/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b636dc923c7011d917d4ce700a0e536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Her: A Tale of Tragedy which leads to Love
Discovering that her fiancé dies in a plane crash on National TV, Jennifer loses herself and her dear ones in the process. Depending solely on alcohol for happiness, she meets new people who make her feel anew, but would this be long-term or short-term?/0/87570/coverorgin.jpg?v=674d9acc8ab14d65f0535788a3a70e92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Love After Leaving Him
I spent seven years loving Autry Villarreal, the man who became my guardian after my parents died. He was my savior, my entire world. Then, he announced his engagement to Cassie Turner, a woman who looked uncannily like a younger version of me. I found out by watching it on the news. His fiancée m/0/86524/coverorgin.jpg?v=afe0981aa856623b9eaadf4d905869f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Crystal, Broken Love
The crystal shattered, a scream tearing through the quiet afternoon. It was followed by a tiny, terrified gasp from my four-year-old daughter, Lily. I found her frozen in the doorway of Ethan' s study, surrounded by the glittering shards of his limited-edition crystal set. When Ethan appeared, a/0/12439/coverorgin.jpg?v=9953104619708ffa7ea799c7df301e24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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From Broken to Unbreakable
My father lay dying, his last wish a simple Sunday dinner with all of us. My husband, Mark, already distant, was of course, absent. Then the doorbell rang, and there stood Jessica Evans, Mark’s intern, visibly pregnant, her harsh words declaring Mark needed to face his responsibilities. The shock dr/0/73259/coverorgin.jpg?v=7186f92787bd420b24aeb43ca7252c35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Raya, broken by love
Raya Morphon had just transferred to the prestigious new S-town high school after receiving a scholarship to her old one. Determined to make her poor father proud by educating her after her mother's death, Rania didn't expect her dream and determination to crumble after the most influential boy in h/1/101394/coverorgin.jpg?v=9532f90e9932899ba343f7cb14147540&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scar He Left: Finding True Love
For three years, I was Colton’s hands and feet. I wiped the sweat from his brow and taught him to walk again after the accident that nearly killed him. He promised me a future. But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Charlie, returned from Paris, I became nothing. "She was just the crutch I needed to w/1/104695/coverorgin.jpg?v=83989b8a64e2579f3481295e73c4e1a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Love In A Scripted Betrayal
I was the black sheep of the wealthy Jenkins family, the villain in my adopted sister Jami's perfect story. Everyone adored her, the sweet, innocent heroine. I was just the difficult one. Then, a system uploaded itself into my brain, showing me the script of my life. It wasn't just a story where I/0/46336/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef76bed9d817db10bc513bea16763dd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
