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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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Her Violin, His Vengeance
Annabelle Owen, a violin prodigy, found her world in Jack Hyde, a tech billionaire who promised her everything. He shielded her, showered her with gifts, and became her entire universe. But then, his half-sister, Everly, moved in, and everything changed. Everly, a manipulative whisper in Jack's ear/0/86923/coverorgin.jpg?v=de9b5d8f299bb0072aeed6599ae96ab8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scent of His Vengeance
I was Liam Hayes' s human diffuser, a vessel for a scent he owned, a living reminder of his mother' s tragic death that he blamed on my family. Tonight, I watched him with Chloe Thompson, hidden in the shadows where he told me to wait. Then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. It was happening ag/0/27293/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220511152329&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS VENGEANCE
She was pulled into the world of danger forcefully, like a magnetic force and the only one controlling every little bit of it was Shane Ryder. Nicole Parish, hidden away for 4 years in the UK with the only intention by her father is to keep her away and safe. And he knows, that one glance at her by/0/83444/coverorgin.jpg?v=4032a7bd8ae1eb75725a6dc1f6f40efa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Vengeance, My Deliverance
For eight lifetimes, I endured Julian Blackwood' s contempt, believing I could "rehabilitate" him and redeem my system-granted freedom, my student debt gone, my mother's cancer cured. In my eighth attempt, I mistakenly fell in love and became pregnant, only for him to force a brutal miscarriage, br/0/83989/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b374344e57ebb13d61cb10b3efd2144&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mother's Ring, His Vengeance
For seven years, I was Ethan Lester, the perfect prop for Jocelyn Gordon' s Silicon Valley empire, trapped in a gilded cage designed to project her ideal family image. My reward? Enduring her chilling indifference, the parade of her lovers, and watching my soul slowly erode. But when her latest bo/0/83477/coverorgin.jpg?v=652792c32ece2af625154f68a0d1fd50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Vengeance, Her Life
In the glittering, cutthroat world of D.C. politics, I was Ava Reed: the neglected half-sister, the family's quiet secret. When my half-sister Scarlett accidentally killed an investigative journalist, our powerful Senator father, in a panic, decided to frame me for the crime. My childhood crush, N/0/34446/coverorgin.jpg?v=35cafb1e6a0462826b4badbbdb5b7a6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning in the Flames of His Vengeance
They say there is a fine line between love and hate, but where does one end and the other begin? When does something so pure become something so toxic that even you yourself cannot fathom when things changed? This story starts on the day that my parents were killed. That was the day that I felt li/0/80107/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2e1a163193073377f0c90c10a3aee0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Life for His Vengeance
My husband, Liam Walker, threw an anniversary party – not for us, but for his vibrant new girlfriend, Chloe Vance. I was just the caterer, forced to serve them in his opulent penthouse. Five years ago, my parents’ drunk driving killed his entire family. For these five years, Liam has systematically/0/83734/coverorgin.jpg?v=f83e4ca5f92ec2855d04ea871d08ba2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Billion-Dollar Vengeance
"Daddy, are we really not going?" my daughter Chloe asked, her eyes big and hopeful, clutching the beautiful dress she was supposed to wear to the Memorial Day gala with her mother. My wife, Congresswoman Ava Hayes, had just called, her voice crisp and professional, claiming a last-minute, critical/1/131107/coverorgin.jpg?v=36b69528debe994624fb5daed7bd8404&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HER VENGEANCE, HIS OBSESSION
Four years ago, Maya Belladonna was discarded and left for dead after a tragic home invasion that ended with the assassination of both her parents. Once a shy and timid girl who was the apple of her parents' eye, Maya has evolved into a lioness, hungry for blood and determined to find her parents'/0/84340/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4de5b6eea0d93a996057a50bdffc8a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Uncle, Her Vengeance
I was on the cusp of everything, a rising country music star poised for the CMA Horizon Award, making my dying grandfather' s legacy a reality. But then my boyfriend, Ethan, shattered it all, sending me to the wrong venue, watching smugly as my rival, Jennifer Todd, stole my nomination. Later, he/0/84710/coverorgin.jpg?v=23665b0bcdc7d6e250c079e29f6ff2e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her vengeance His vow
As the clock strikes midnight on Nova Storm's 18th birthday, the glittering celebration collapses into chaos. A single, harrowing howl pierces the night-her parents, the revered Alpha and Luna of the Stormveil Pack, are dead. In the aftermath of their murder, Nova's world crumbles. Betrayal festers/0/85840/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eebd7e3517ac5492bc56ae1565f8446&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mother, My Vengeance
The last thing I remembered was the splintering pain as I tumbled down the stairs. My mother-in-law, Martha, stood at the top, her face a mask of cold satisfaction. "You should have just stayed in your place, Sarah. None of this had to happen." Her words were crueler than the impact that shattered/0/86485/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5d8d442cae2477c71e3066bd0da7c7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Deceit, My Vengeance
I stood at the awards ceremony, basking in the success of my firm, Miller Thompson, and eagerly anticipating my fiancé David Chen' s arrival. He' d texted that he was in a last-minute investor meeting, brimming with pride for me. Then I saw the ring. On another woman' s hand. The Möbius strip engag/1/121973/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd14581d191c764e2a199ca3df428aeb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
VENGEANCE IN HIS BED
Claire never imagined that the man she swore to destroy would turn out to be the only man who could make her feel alive. From the moment her sister died, leaving her a child to protect, Claire's life has been a mission of vengeance. She infiltrates the fortress-like estate of Ethan Vale, ready to bu/0/90451/coverorgin.jpg?v=853a3eeddad27930047c9631b77c3f34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeance, His Ruined Life
My son was dead. The official report called it a suicide, a drug overdose. But I knew it was a lie. I was a Crime Scene Investigator, and I had processed his body myself. The evidence screamed murder. I appealed, seven times, each time presenting irrefutable proof. Each time, District Attorney Bent/1/103448/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffe4e392f86db2854b18ec1bf63a6b5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Madness, Her Unforgiving Vengeance
I gave my childhood sweetheart, Kade, ten years of my life and the code that built his empire. I thought we were a team. Then, on the night of our success, I overheard him call me his "unpaid intern" and "beta test." He publicly discarded me for a strategic marriage, shattering my world. I fled, re/0/85853/coverorgin.jpg?v=646c79d7e606cb5a26235e755ff8df02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeance, His Broken Heart
They called me Liam Miller, the luckiest man in New York City. My son, Leo, was the center of my universe, and my wife, Sarah, seemed to worship us both. Our perfect life shattered one rainy day on the highway, a blinding flash of light, twisting metal, and then, nothing. I woke to the sterile wh/1/119272/coverorgin.jpg?v=e489e5ca715ee80df6ba76144b60224b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Reborn Vengeance
Asher Carter was my childhood sweetheart, the man I was destined to marry. Our powerful families were intertwined, our future was set, and I trusted him with my entire soul. Then he brought Bailee into our lives. She was a striking look-alike, and he used her to stoke my jealousy, turning my love i/0/84005/coverorgin.jpg?v=25b5419cf761626cd890221aa3f33dae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
