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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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Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Each time you break a rule; I'll claim a part of your body as mine" Forced to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate to pay for her parent's debt and her grandmother's hospital bills. "Live with my son for 30 days, if you don't fall in love with him, I'll cancel this contract." Can Malissa live with the handsome, hot and dominating Hayden for 30 days without falling for his charms? However, there are rules to living with this lusty monster and as Malissa breaks them, she learns of pleasures that she never knew existed. As his touches set her on fire, her heart starts to melt. But does the two have a future together when Hayden is in love with someone else and Malissa cannot get over her ex-boyfriend? READ NOW to find out!/0/22414/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5b2262d55055b47424edc3834cba055&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Possession of the Mafia Don
'I had not expected to breed you, little girl.' He said, his voice emotionless but his eyes were hot with lust,' You were just a plaything to be used till I tired of you, But there was no way I would let any child of mine grow up as a bastard.' My breath caught in my throat at the sheer cruelty, the heartlessness of his words. Was that all I had been to him? The young innocent woman and the older, heartless Mafia Boss who cannot have enough of her. A story of desire, a story of lust Above all a story of LOVE./0/44842/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf25a176b00c418376355bc8252f0915&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Notorious CEO
This is the story of a cold hearted, powerful, ruthless, mysterious, arrogant and dangerously handsome billionaire who is the uncrowned king of the business. Cruel and ruthless man starts craving only one thing in his life and that was Tasha's body but she escaped. "Run, baby, how long will you stay/0/97554/coverorgin.jpg?v=b056bc67fd74c69f3ee54e3df8e451d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Saw Her, Not His Wife
My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me. But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pur/0/97552/coverorgin.jpg?v=31e9076a432ed4233291448de0ac2dbc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Loved Her, Not His Wife
For five years, I was the ghost in my billionaire husband's mansion. I accepted his coldness, believing the ruthless tech mogul was simply incapable of love. That lie shattered when I saw him abandon a ten-billion-dollar merger to kneel on a dirty police station floor and tie his mistress's shoelac/0/80749/coverorgin.jpg?v=c69dd476ab71e75120b14b5a3f29c5a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Her Fool
Ethan Vanderbilt, heir to a formidable real estate empire, believed he had it all: a thriving business, a sophisticated life, and Isabella Hawthorne, the woman he saved from a shipwreck years ago at the cost of his own future children. His perfect world shattered during their engagement party when I/0/85441/coverorgin.jpg?v=325fe65566c73ba373c9a885c3ce892a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Love Left for Her
The first gunshot was a flat, ugly pop. It wasn't like the movies. It just sounded wrong. I looked up from my SAT prep book, but my sister Sarah didn't even flinch. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew this sound. I knew this exact moment. In my last life, this was when I grabbed Sarah, s/0/86911/coverorgin.jpg?v=8dd2bb3ebc14da9b3769e3a3cd7c7325&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Her Invisible Man
The charity gala flashed smiling faces, then settled on a couple. My Olivia was laughing, her head titled towards Ryan Stone. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a real kiss, slow and deliberate, for everyone to see. I stood in the shadows by the exit, holding her coat. For eight yea/0/80923/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6938e55cc4576bb958511e21b17d666&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Her Blood Bag
My name is Ethan, and for seven years, I was a vampire's blood thrall, a living blood bag for Victoria, my supposed mistress. Every day was pure agony, battling the "Pact Strain" – a searing pain that only her blood could ease, blood she rarely offered. I endured her extreme neglect, her casual cr/0/85465/coverorgin.jpg?v=b82294217437d13baf3a128c76e21223&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Her Wounded Puppy
The last thing I remembered was the cold concrete against my cheek and the metallic taste of my own blood. Above the ringing in my ears, I heard Olivia, my wife, screaming, not for me, but for Ethan, her charming assistant. I had pushed her out of the way of falling scaffolding, saving her life, o/0/29951/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac5af87b1698c62fcff3e7f49668defb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Escape: Her Ex-boyfriend's Love Trap
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No More Foolish Love: Her Empire, Her Rules
It was the day my grandfather would announce the man I’d choose to lead Reddington Global, our corporate empire. My “Keystone”—the family’s immense capital and crucial knowledge—was meant to ensure his success. In my first life, I poured everything into Jamie Vance, my childhood sweetheart, making/0/82375/coverorgin.jpg?v=0becd56eb74bfb87184da8e4b4cb1f56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted No More: Her Sterling Comeback
My husband, Mark Sterling, returned from a tech retreat a changed man. He brought with him Tiffany Royale, a "disruptor" influencer whose smile was too bright, her boasts too loud. In the tranquil living room I designed, he coldly announced his desire for a divorce. "I'm marrying Tiffany," he dec/0/84116/coverorgin.jpg?v=a92bccd1399bc5be06b58aba3cab3352&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Tears: Her Empire of Justice
The harsh fluorescent lights hummed as my son, Leo, struggled for breath, his skin a terrifying blue. "Anaphylactic shock," the doctor declared, holding the only available auto-injector – our son's last hope. But then, my husband, Matthew, burst in, dragging his whimpering mistress, Tara Lawrence,/1/105877/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb7288db2133eb554d3720fcb90c6286&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge
I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured. But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside. "She screams your name, not mine. It is a littl/0/86781/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd38df9d69093133b8c1b0d49701dbc3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Secrets: Her True Happiness
My husband, Liam Hayes, a prominent real estate developer, was a ghost in our lives. For six years, he kept me and our daughter, Lily, a secret. The day Lily was born, I was alone in the hospital. He was with his high school sweetheart, Olivia Chen. He always chose Olivia. He looked at our newborn/0/98487/coverorgin.jpg?v=f481953646e74f6fe49c941871ae2993&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Second Chances: her sweet counterattack
"Listen, Hazel, i'm letting this slide, not because I tolerate you, but because I have someone waiting upstairs. If you know what's good for you, stay calm. And think about how to make Lisa comfortable. Do you hear me?" *** For two years, Hazel had paused her life and career, building a home for/0/86900/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1b0e6f48da73bdb753a1bc9d9111630&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Pity, No Regret
I spent four years sacrificing everything for my fiancé, Mark, supporting him through college, only for him to return with Sarah, his childhood sweetheart, and announce their wedding. The day he came back, this new woman pushed her way into our home and into my bedroom, forcing me to give up my spa/0/53855/coverorgin.jpg?v=c88aa0b2bfeab022123ed0faeee4ec72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once upon an arranged marriage
Camilla's sole desire has always been to experience love and receive fair treatment from her family. However, her world takes a drastic turn when her family arranges a marriage with the seemingly uninterested and arrogantly indifferent Leonardo. Will they defy the odds and make their marriage work,/0/81794/coverorgin.jpg?v=103b6a13f9417e2d5e94a0ea052ddf36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Mercy, No Return
The music throbbed at my sister Claire' s engagement party. Ethan Prescott, the man I was supposed to marry, stood beside her, glowing. I watched from the sidelines, a polite smile glued to my face, my family' s legendary Aegis Locket cool against my skin. Then Claire screamed. Stumbling into the b/0/81636/coverorgin.jpg?v=8170838297742818461815eb12456ef5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Wife, But Her Own Architect
The email I' d been waiting for all morning finally pinged. It was about the Civic Innovators Fellowship, my chance to design something truly meaningful for the city. My husband, Mark, a city planner, was on the selection committee and had promised his full support. But my name wasn' t on the lis/0/47042/coverorgin.jpg?v=36c06cc7e6a33e7bd7261d1d0720d8b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
