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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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I Was Called His
Suhana is a beautiful, charming and intelligent girl. She falls in love with a merchant Navy boy. When she asked him, will he marry her? Undoubtedly, gleefully he said yes. He made all the promises to her and showed her dreams of a happy married life. After completing her study, they planned to get/1/114597/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab1768555f999d359018dcbe92579ca7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was Never His Real Wife
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team. "I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dea/1/134110/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2f8c5ed7736ba6877f07f20fc44f4fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Enemy I Called Husband
I shared my bed with my husband, my secrets with my best friend, and my life with two people who were plotting my downfall. For seven years, Isabella Bennett believed she had the perfect marriage. Until she discovered her husband's affair with the one woman she trusted more than anyone-her best fr/0/27005/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220419191712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Before i called her name
She fell inlove for the very first time and she thought she could peacefully live with her new personality and name. She thought that she could keep her secret for the rest of her life. But in an instant, all that she had worked hard for was completely GONE./1/123010/coverorgin.jpg?v=86fe303b80da15252f2ba0f7451b4b12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His Heir
Seraphina's plan was simple and clinical: get pregnant with her absent billionaire husband's superior DNA, then finalize the divorce for a clean break. But after six months of a cold, empty marriage, Julian Sinclair suddenly returned. He didn't come back to sign the papers-he brought his pregnant m/0/24525/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd813ea9b2779e375a60df1885244c4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
If I Was Perfect
In our world today, we've turned Angels to demons. This was a tale of a familiar pain. Racism! Leo was black, and that meant imperfection. Shea loved him, but perhaps she loved her father more and that love led to the death of two people, and a whole other twisted scenes. Unravel this story with/1/101426/coverorgin.jpg?v=4cd47d42f6b1c24743a30ddbaa8ca7ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was His Wife, Now I'm His Ruin
Sera stood at the altar, ready to renew vows with Lucas Sterling, a public declaration of their solid marriage. But in that holy silence, Lucas answered his phone, his voice booming, "Naomi? I'm coming." He then turned, eyes cold, declaring, "It's over," abandoning her mid-ceremony. The crowd gaspe/0/83663/coverorgin.jpg?v=956a39dd958c24490b4b88506bf98f85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Was Reborn
On the day my son died, I was reborn. The morning light of Chicago streamed through the blinds, just like before, a painful echo of a day I never wanted to live again. My son, Leo, was supposed to have his scholarship interview at Northwestern today, a full ride, his entire future. In my previous/1/111560/coverorgin.jpg?v=18dae6c4e707b66b0f16f410942df23c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me. And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control. During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger—a male doctor—/0/49843/coverorgin.jpg?v=61827e1380f668cdefc206b5dae26fbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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I was more than pretty
They said I was beautiful - but not real. That my smile was perfect - but my past made me broken. I spent years trying to prove I was more than the girl who changed her face to survive the world's cruelty. I married Julian Vale, believing love would finally see me. I called Serena Blake my sister, t/1/113231/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5863352f02aa70f57b39aaadae9fd4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was Kidnapped, He Married His First Love
When the kidnapper pressed a tactical knife to Falon's throat and demanded a one-million-dollar ransom, she was certain her fiancé would pay. Instead, Jerod's annoyed voice echoed through the speaker. He was busy cutting a cake with his fragile, manipulative mistress, Abby. "Do whatever you want w/1/101148/coverorgin.jpg?v=b159bfecb2754ee3c6d3446a1bdc64e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior
I was standing in five thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace when I received the medical report. My fiancé, Dante de Rossi, the future Don of Chicago, had gotten another woman pregnant. He didn't apologize. He didn't beg. He looked me in the eye and called it a "strategic necessity." "Isobel sav/1/104376/coverorgin.jpg?v=188dcabf07f8419997ba932b6bcddd6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Illness Was A Weapon
For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch. Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his/1/102860/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb1450ebea277ac6119b3b112743e9b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clo/0/84062/coverorgin.jpg?v=175d0fe48b142121788382d691e4d08c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Con Called Love: His Wife's Betrayal
The phone call came while I was at a teachers' conference, Gabby's best friend on the line, voice tight with fake concern. "Ethan, you need to come home. Gabby had to have emergency surgery. A ruptured appendix." I raced back through a brutal storm, only to find her hospital room filled with laugh/0/62376/coverorgin.jpg?v=234f1a0c859159f814762c97e830336a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Every Man I Liked Was You
"Love was never going to be in the cards for Edna Parker.Growing up in the shadow of her parents' messy divorce and the walls she built around her heart, vowing to never let love in. But when she found that her life felt empty,she decided to finally find happiness,with so many people against her. W/1/110135/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bbb5d67bd38f8adda05e767f611fbc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Left When I Was Broke, Regretted When I Was King.
Ethan loved her with empty pockets and a full heart. He worked until his hands bled. Skipped meals. Gave her everything he had. On Valentine's Day, he planned to give her the one gift he could never afford. Instead, he caught her in another man's arms. His brother's arms. They laughed at him. They/0/73197/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7e509aeb101662a072c7d30d2214642&imageMogr2/format/webp)
