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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: $342,000.00
Bradyn's face turned an ashen, sickly gray. "You... you tracked me?"
"Three hundred and forty-two grand," Cara said, tapping the total with a manicured nail. "Wire it back to my account by Monday morning. If you don't, these photos go directly to Hailie's father and the Lewis board."
The shock on Bradyn's face instantly curdled into ugly fury. He slammed both hands on the table, leaning in with a desperate hiss. "You crazy bitch! You gave me that money willingly—that was trust money! You can't sue me for gifts!"
"I invested in a partner, Bradyn, not a freeloader," Cara said coldly. "You lived off my money for three years just to become my stepsister's leashed lapdog. Pay back every cent by Monday, or wear the collar in public."
"You fucking bitch—" Bradyn lunged forward, grabbing for her wrist.
Cara smoothly stepped back, out of his reach. She stood tall, smoothing the front of her tailored coat, looking down at him with absolute disgust.
Slowly, deliberately, she raised her hand and flipped him a clean, effortless middle finger.
"Congratulations on the engagement, Bradyn," Cara said softly. "You and Hailie deserve each other."
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In a billion$ of $tar
My name is Joshua, I used to be a simple man living in my own small world with my foster parents but that world collapsed when I found out my true parentage, the only child of a very famous and rich business. In time I found out that my real parents were murdered by those that claim to be the 3 most/0/7312/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc04ad231f60f8798261c0f359d278cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Bride of Mr. Billion
Last night, I spent an erotic night with a stranger in a bar. I'm not a random woman. I did this because I was too sad yesterday. The boyfriend who had been in love with me for three years dumped me and flash-married a rich girl. Although I act as if nothing happened in front of my friends, I'm real/0/61076/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Hundred Billion Bride
"Don't make me angry, Khione. Do as you're told." Then he stormed out of the dining room. I snapped back to reality when I heard the last girl being called before me. I couldn't shake off what happened before I got here. I'm backstage now, trying to be brave just for tonight. "Three hundred fifty/0/89355/coverorgin.jpg?v=959b72eb6eb29412a4024429337327c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billion Desires 1
Julian "Jules" Ashford was born to wear a suit, walk the shiny halls of power, and marry the perfect woman - even when he's lied his entire life to everyone, including himself. Closeted, bullied by father Stephen Ashford Sr., and stuck in a copycat marriage to political heiress Camille "Cam" Stratto/0/85108/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0e22bb67cb68a949758c3fede646fe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a Billion-Dollar Love
The private jet' s hum was supposed to drown out the silence, but it only amplified the heavy dread in the cabin. Across the table, my husband, Ethan Vance, watched me with cold, unblinking eyes, his once-loved face a mask of cruelty. "Sign it, Chloe." His low, calm voice cut through the air. The/0/51513/coverorgin.jpg?v=15a1a06e3cff67039520560939149681&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billion Desires
Starting from a small incident that happened to Barbara, Anna Asmita was invited to dinner by Jake Batara Luciano. Unfortunately, when Anna came home, she was followed by Milo Durran - her ex-boyfriend - who accused her of having a rich boyfriend. Anna agrees to let Milo go. But Milo forced Anna to/0/52319/coverorgin.jpg?v=12df056b17dc83f37fd5a5ce9076ebec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
IN QUEST OF A SOULMATE
You're a cheat and a lying bastard Rhoda yelled at her long time lover Jake. She felt so cheated and heartbroken when she caught Jake pants down with her best friend Leah. She felt so weak but managed to run as fast as her legs could carry her and the last thing she heard was a loud screech./0/60157/coverorgin.jpg?v=f42edf2b3c7ed519f23d7963814ce633&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught in the Alpha's Billion-Dollar Cage
The girl in the cage shivered, wearing a pure white scrumpy dress. It looked clean and mirrored innocence, a complete opposite of what's before her. "The price starts at one million!" "10 million!" "13 million!" "20 million!" "21 million!" Suddenly, a man raised his placard, and a cold voice sounded/0/62397/coverorgin.jpg?v=d713668fbab2330e5f0e0c6d0df99d13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billion Reasons for Revenge
Scarlet's life takes a dark turn when she discovers Aiden, her boyfriend, has been secretly dating her stepsister Evelyn. Heartbroken and betrayed, she finds herself in the arms of Sebastian Hawthorne, a mysterious billionaire with a hidden agenda. As Scarlet becomes entangled in Sebastian's danger/0/80651/coverorgin.jpg?v=7978cd0c37e424906407b095aeec84ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Auctioning Ava: A Billion-Dollar Betrayal
My husband, Ethan, the charming CEO of Hayes Innovations, and I were the picture-perfect couple at our anniversary gala. I wanted a sapphire necklace for our milestone, a glimmer of hope for my struggling family art gallery. But then Chloe Vance, Ethan’s young intern who always seemed to be by his s/0/83913/coverorgin.jpg?v=685ca26b021708ca293a9439dbde3183&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress: A Billion-Dollar Reckoning
The day of my SATs, my first step toward freedom, began with a slap. Our Texas ranch was a river of mud, and the testing center was twenty miles away. My father, a self-made oil tycoon, didn' t even look up as I begged for fifty dollars. "Fifty dollars? Do you think money grows on trees, Gabriel/0/1270/coverorgin.jpg?v=77275e341e3303f3e0dacdb29ce72f49&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In a Hollow of the Hills
Innkeeper Seth Collinson had made his way west in advance of his wife Sadie for financial reasons. Once he arrives and settles in, he hears word that she has died. When Sadie makes an appearance one night, Seth is unsure whether he's hallucinating or experiencing a supernatural encounter./0/37504/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519040431&imageMogr2/format/webp)
IN THE ARMS OF A GREEK GOD
Can you imagine having a normal life, suddenly in a night of drinks with your best friend they decide to invoke an ancient Greek god... That was what happened to Miranda, a psychologist with a life monotonous enough to die of boredom, her last relationship left her insecure and since then she has no/0/9386/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe889e36bde25b9852039c94f7556905&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wakulla: a story of adventure in Florida
Wakulla: a story of adventure in Florida by Kirk Munroe/0/3694/coverorgin.jpg?v=7abc0801d13547a55b05c3b7406d3c81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Trapped in a Marriage of Revenge
Aria Cole lost everything the day her father was arrested. To save her family, she accepts a deal she never imagined-marriage to Julian Blackwood, the billionaire who destroyed her life. Cold, cruel, and driven by revenge, Julian believes Aria's family is responsible for his mother's death. Thei/0/69198/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b6209376edd296ea9d5684f40106318&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Legacy of a billionaire son in-law
In the midst of pouring rain, Leon Carter sits above, drowning in despair over his crumbling life. Once madly in love with Sophia Winters, the girl who vowed to marry him or no one else, he now faces her icy indifference, her parents' disdain and a marriage reduced to Ashes. When a strange message/0/73509/coverorgin.jpg?v=3413ca221b67bd8c2f2291003f00e949&imageMogr2/format/webp)
