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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 Salvation
She is a free spirit, trapped in a bird cage of death, danger and despair. Little Alessa has always known one thing above all- she was born to be the perfect Principessa of the Cosa Nostra, the Italian Mafia. She was urged to smile when asked to, laugh even when the jokes were anything but funny, c/0/18376/coverorgin.jpg?v=02418d01ceefa8d1110a49fddd83952f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sanctum, his salvation
Can you betray love for salvation? Tricked, Lucas Nightwood is cursed to be a Pegasus by day. The only known way to rid himself of the curse is to transfer it to the first person that saw him. Just one kiss will do the trick. *** Isabelle is a young woman sent back to her Astoria to marry a n/1/128009/coverorgin.jpg?v=1dc76811754737018bfe5c3586c1a52b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
King Of Blood: Her Sin, His salvation
It was a case of frying pan to literal fire. One moment, I was running from my high-handed father; and the next, I was being hijacked by a blood-stained, ruggedly handsome stranger. The deal I struck with my father was not so simple: four years of freedom in exchange for a lifetime of dedication t/0/86610/coverorgin.jpg?v=52cdea7174bc603586d79226feeee8eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret, Her Salvation
The security guard at the Grand Orion Hotel stopped me cold, demanding an invitation I didn' t have. My simple suit and comfortable shoes screamed that I didn' t belong, and his dismissive glance confirmed it. Then came the grating voice I knew too well: Brendan Riley, my former supervisor, flanke/0/24100/coverorgin.jpg?v=d57b41e3571f671308df4cdfe6565a65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Salvation
What woman wouldn't want their very own sexy pirate from the eighteenth century? Lost in a place between living and dying, confined to roam endlessly over the same grounds for all eternity and never to be seen again, Jareth wanders through time alone, longing for the sea once more. When he realizes/0/69289/coverorgin.jpg?v=f03e79a3161851c5ed963fbee4bd79a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SHADOWED SALVATION
Who are you?" I sluttered, attempting to take a step back but my feet seemed rooted to a spot. The mysterious man smiled, his eyes glinting in amusement, "I am someone who knows you," he said, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. "I am someone who has been waiting for you." I looked/0/67800/coverorgin.jpg?v=53912fe6e504c0b9e17e3a72f371c8e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Billionaire Salvation
"Our marriage is nothing but a deal! Ares said looking Ariana in the eye, her hazel eyes met his piercing blue ones, both of their eyes hard as they glared at each other. "As long as this marriage gives me what I want, then I am willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying you," Aria/0/66901/coverorgin.jpg?v=159ba92221ff0fe7738c73b7884c2393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO'S SALVATION : HER HALO
Debbie Griffin, second born of the Griffin's sees herself been drawn to the darkness after the death of her parents . And the continuous torment that keeps her awake at night, she waltz into Alexander Jefferson world a young billionaire who has his own demons lurking in the shadows. What happens wh/0/85718/coverorgin.jpg?v=443bc5ade28de75db465df0c04186d42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Monster Husband, My Salvation
My brother, Ethan, was my whole world, the only light in a home cloaked in shadows, a world where my stepsister, Chloe, reigned supreme, pulling the strings of my father and the man I loved, Dr. Liam Miller. The call came on a Tuesday, pulling me from my mother' s art gallery, and dragging me into/0/93286/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2c607ad830dc9db5ff0e57380934469&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Was My Cage, Not Salvation
For five years, I was Grace Miller, the long-lost heiress to an agricultural empire, returned to my doting parents and a perfect husband, Caleb. They were my everything, the family I’d craved my whole life. But it was all a lie. A wrong turn led me to a secret farm where I found my husband playin/0/89869/coverorgin.jpg?v=836ef861d8adc5bd1f24be97a83674b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By Fate: The Alpha's Salvation
A rejected Warrior. A grieving Alpha. And a mysterious scent that defies fate. Gwen was born to fight, but never to be chosen. Labeled weak and cast aside by her fated mate and pack. She is forced to claw her way through blood and dirt just to survive. When a mysterious Alpha offers her a place in/1/112249/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa7e63cac9441275e50134285b16d233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Price for My Salvation
I was a Parsons-trained designer, but with my family drowning in over half a million dollars of debt, I delivered coffee just to survive. One clumsy mistake—spilling a latte in a corporate lobby—put me on the radar of the city's most ruthless billionaire, Christian Mercer. A week later, I wasn't f/0/17127/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c2155c90438db0657cfa405cb894d2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The War Romance of the Salvation Army
Grace Livingston Hill was a prolific American author who wrote over 100 novels which often featured young Christian women. Hill's writing features the themes of redemption and good vs. evil. This edition of The War Romance of the Salvation Army includes a table of contents./0/67854/coverorgin.jpg?v=de73798cf9a746fa3cb278c7f5e2909f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was Your Salvation, Now I'm Your Curse
Eve, a rich heiress, is obsessed with revenge against her cruel step-sibling, but nothing she does seems to hurt them. Desperate, she makes a risky deal with a demon to get his help. In exchange, he gives up part of his immortality, leaving him weaker and vulnerable. To regain his power, the demon/1/107218/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d5f10b11441aa428058e7790794f049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cursed King's Salvation: The Omega's Hidden Power
I was the pack's lowest Omega, scrubbing floors by day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Mate, the Alpha Heir Desmond, would finally claim me. Instead, he brought home a billionaire heiress and looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "I choose power," he sneered, rejecting our soul-bond in f/0/7142/coverorgin.jpg?v=b75b1ba715d2570e4e7b2f1252376b7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Way of Salvation in the Lutheran Church
I take pleasure in commending this unpretentious volume to the prayerful attention of all English-speaking ministers and members of the Lutheran Church. The aim of the author is to present a clear, concise, and yet comprehensive view as possible, of the way of salvation as taught in the Scriptures,/0/21808/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f4ed391ae7772cde4fd06f8dd6eb911&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mysterious Man: Lousy Daddy Or Big Boss
She suffered the betrayal from her husband and stepsister and fell into their trap. As a result, she gave birth to triplets but had no idea who their father was. Five years later, she came back as a big shot, who was an A-list jewelry designer and future CEO with a black belt in Taekwondo. Unknown t/0/19843/coverorgin.jpg?v=3acbf5109f91059ee4234d707a15ba62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS
"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him/0/60849/coverorgin.jpg?v=15772b40152a48760ccadd3e1d6f0090&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mate, His Seductress
NINETEEN years old Elsa Welmat only has one job and that's to seduce the Alpha Heir of Blood moon pack into falling for her. Being the wolfless daughter of the dead Alpha of Damien Wyatt of Crest Lake Pack, her life has been hard and all she ever wants is to make those who caused her parents’ death/0/26076/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4aa52510d045e2daefe96cf8032c093&imageMogr2/format/webp)
