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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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But Daddy I Love Him
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HIM (I WANT HIM)
Blessing met himself in a situation where he had to choose between two ladies; A lady who was adopted by his grandparents at his request, who became his step-sister, and whom he fell in love with becoming his first love. Someone who changed his world and everything about him. Someone who made him r/0/32044/coverorgin.jpg?v=4860b71cba612b2ba803d59e6868d9c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BEFORE I MET HIM
Ava Aarani Baker never knew what life had in store for her was not what she imagined. She ran away from home, all because of her stepmother, and ran into a captive net that changed her life forever. But was her life changed for good or bad? *** Alexavier Danian King former drug lord of Australia bef/0/93804/coverorgin.jpg?v=20c6f4d8140296eb1e6b696e696203b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Until I Wrote Him
New York's youngest bestselling author at just 19, India Seethal has taken the literary world by storm. Now 26, with countless awards and a spot among the highest-paid writers on top storytelling platforms, it seems like she has it all. But behind the fame and fierce heroines she pens, lies a woman/0/24930/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d8cea000a789f90c9c2d5f557ffbbbc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Until I Met Him
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I Bankrupted Him
My ex-boyfriend who had faked his death suddenly came back to life, with a pregnant lifesaver by his side. "Emma, these past years, I owe my survival to Sarah's companionship, which allowed me to come back to see you. From now on, the three of us will live together," James declared confidently,/0/26286/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a0ead025c2aa2a0aedd4cc942d21ccd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divine Love: Him
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That Summer I met HIm
The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I me/1/114317/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9d61340fbe4ca5637ac2ba09ebcd2ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I DON'T WANT HIM BACK
Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession. Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betra/0/85873/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9e9e8b5c12298eb2152b6bb30791cad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
This Time I Chose Him
The list lay on the polished mahogany table, four names, my future, dictated by my father. Just four heirs to the city' s most powerful families. The world expected me to choose Ethan Miller, the charming heir I had publicly chased for years. They thought they knew our story, the pathetic heiress/0/71126/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fa690466c1ff022e397ca1d4f6133b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fraud: I never knew him.
"No, I'm not. Morgan, I'm sure about you, I'm sure about us." She places a hand on the side of my face and brushes it with her thumb. "Being with you feels right, this feels right. It's so good to be true." "It is true," I say, and she lands her forehead on mine. I can hear her anxious breathing. I/1/110673/coverorgin.jpg?v=944fe0fbf75256c71a99321dc82a0ff1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married Him for Points
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Not Until I Met Him
Scarlett Brown is a 23 year old beauty with her mother who is her only family slowly dying of cancer. She barely had enough to take care of herself and her terminally Ill mother. She became desperate when she was given a 90 days suspension from work with no other source of living. Damien Blackwell/0/51574/coverorgin.jpg?v=027a0b7b5518b2f470bba8f15c42ae0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forced To Love Him
Love was so great and tight for a young girl her love was what she wanted but poverty was the main source for the young girl to face at a tender age evening how she's an orphan and nothing good people thought about the young girl. By her life changed after being forced to to live the school billion/0/56815/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a5993760129345e33fb29a61835b68f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forced By Him (But I Ended Up Loving Him More)
Rishi Raj, 25 years old, a very handsome, arrogant, most cunning business man. He loves his family, for him everything comes after his family. For his loved ones he is loving and caring but for outside world, he is a devil. For them he can turn the world in to upside down. Aarohi, 23 years old, co/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/1/119379/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a3db5af0187d5c5901739624337bb78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Guardian: I Choose Him Now
I rushed through the freezing rain to deliver medicine to Derrick Harmon, my guardian and the man I had secretly loved for ten years. But the door was opened by a famous supermodel wearing his dark silk robe. Derrick looked at my soaking wet clothes, casually dismissed her as a "casual fling," and/1/120622/coverorgin.jpg?v=11c896578e962fe7330419d410ad4550&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Will Make Him a Widower
I was washing the caked blood from my five-year-old daughter's broken body in the family mortuary. She had been tortured to death by a rival cartel. My husband Julian, the underworld's legendary "Master of Whispers," claimed his intelligence division did everything they could, but the rescue coordin/0/80399/coverorgin.jpg?v=c29c12297afe348e23a7cdfad4a9eafc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Night I Died, She Chose Him
My spirit watched. That’s all I could do while my life slipped away. My eight-year-old son, Finn, begged his mother, Laura, to help me. I was gasping, mid-asthma attack. But Laura, my wife, pulled away, eyes flicking to the door. She dismissed me as "dramatic," a lie whispered by her manipulative e/1/113802/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ca40a3f306bfe625b22c771ddabf189&imageMogr2/format/webp)
