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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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Million Dollar Bride
Ella's father was in a car accident and needed a large sum of money for surgery. David Anthony - a young billionaire helped her pay for surgery on the condition that she become his wife within 3 years. It all started when Maria - David's childhood friend - returned from studying abroad. Her wish is/0/34861/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ad536d7fd14d743bf17a06564c0f55f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The billionaire's thirty-million-dollar bride
"I want to make love to you and worship your body as befitting enough for a goddess." "Sex is best done in front of a camera with millions of subscribers crediting my account with dollars." ___ Never has the thought of being actively involved in the adult movie industry in her early twenties ever/0/96929/coverorgin.jpg?v=27768d4adec894fee28c2ddb1b4a8e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifty Dollar Bet, Million Dollar Revenge
For fifty dollars, I sold a piece of my dignity to the school's golden boy. I was eighteen, starving, and desperate enough to take his bet. That single photo destroyed my life. I became "Fifty-Dollar Ella," the school slut, haunted by whispers and scorn. My stepmother and stepsister reveled in my/0/82421/coverorgin.jpg?v=238c47fac5c9c19712f0a7381cb9f6d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ten Million Dollar Trap
I' m Ava Moreno, a New York reproductive endocrinologist, secretly known as "The Heirloom Weaver." Using ancient family methods, I help families conceive, even if the father has passed. The massive fees fund my curandera grandmother' s foundation, preserving vital traditions. An encrypted message/0/80936/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0e9a4ba33cd600003915193a1a528eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Million-Dollar Revenge
My name is Sarah Miller, and I'd just hit the lottery for millions—a life-changing sum. I had a loving husband, Mark, his family, and my sweet five-year-old son, Leo. Our Memorial Day road trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains promised a perfect getaway. But a chilling current ran beneath their forced s/0/84423/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ce04d48bfaa8f5a8f9fa622a5dac504&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Million-Dollar Trap
My grandfather, a proud Vietnam vet, was wasting away in his rundown house, neglected by my "perfect" family who deemed him a "downer" on their holiday plans. I was the only one who bothered to visit him, bringing him real food and doing my best to fix his crumbling home. But then, he collapsed rig/0/20688/coverorgin.jpg?v=4de23188b0d6d7acf29e97e91f4057ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Million Dollar Baby
Alexus' parents are desperate to have a grandchild, so the young man will end up paying a million dollars to the woman who can give him a child. Can he find a woman that he's looking for? Or he'll ended up marrying the girl that his parents picked for him?/0/84176/coverorgin.jpg?v=6809fd99dc0f5964da0fc24716fb13fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Million Dollar Bluff
The air was thick with the smell of barbecue, but my stomach was churning with dread. My upscale Austin life was supposed to merge with my fiancé Ryan's small-town roots this Thanksgiving weekend, finalizing our wedding plans. But then Ryan's family started a poker game, and my father, a notorious/0/82541/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c0d21c19334f105ee679a6e202a1c4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Million-Dollar Escape
I was a struggling musician in Brooklyn, barely making ends meet. Then I found Vic, an amnesiac girl with wide, scared eyes, and my world changed. We shared instant noodles and cheap wine, her laughter filling my cramped studio. She believed in my music, even when I didn't, and her gift of my gra/0/83838/coverorgin.jpg?v=51669536a8d50a180c1abe294d395589&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fifty Million Dollar Secret
I just won fifty million dollars, enough to finally shed my quiet librarian life and embrace true freedom. Bursting with generosity and eager to share the news, I rushed back to my childhood home, the beautiful house my deceased mother had left to me. But instead of a warm welcome, my stepbrother/0/80488/coverorgin.jpg?v=1cc7ded89c8a75981afc0f8b81d84219&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Governess's Million-Dollar Mission
My brother Leo's medical bills were a crushing weight, pulling us both into a financial black hole. Then, a lifeline: a contract, presented by a lawyer with a voice dry as old parchment. My mission for the next year: transform the Kincaid children, Oliver and Chloe, into "presentable" figures for th/0/90621/coverorgin.jpg?v=5432663ac0f93826f3e54fbd78f4a0ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Million Dollar Goodbye Kiss
I gave up my acceptance to MIT to support my boyfriend, Brayden Berg. After his family's tech empire collapsed and his parents died, I worked double shifts as a line cook, using my tuition money to help him get back on his feet. But the day he announced his new company's success, he stood on stage,/1/125673/coverorgin.jpg?v=48cb253d018a5f70a7e3cb7d59b124a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Million Dollar Lie: Watch Me Leave
For three years, Hilary played the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Julian Carlisle to save her family from financial ruin. But her husband didn't love her; he was busy throwing a birthday party for the five-year-old son he secretly had with his college sweetheart. To keep up appearances, Juli/1/117489/coverorgin.jpg?v=810832ebf6179fc1abc6a12be164f5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hundred Million Dollar Contract Wife
The auctioneer's hammer fell, wiping out the Hayes family empire and leaving Elara with a crushing nine-figure debt and a critically ill mother. Her last lifeline was her fiancé, Blake Sterling. But when his Bentley pulled up outside the auction house, he didn't come to save her. "I can hardly mar/1/122790/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8b9e6a2dfb6a8e2bdb14dba88ce02d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Placeholder Luna's Multi-Million Dollar Rejection
When the raging fire devoured my childhood home, I was trapped on the second floor with no way out. Desperate, I used our primal mind-link to beg my Alpha husband, Kaelen, to save me. "I'm busy. Stop this pathetic bid for attention," he replied coldly. As the smoke scorched my lungs, I heard a delic/1/123558/coverorgin.jpg?v=0310fd38472ecc5bd73ecbed080477e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silent Heiress's Million Dollar Gambit
My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just di/0/65351/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed8b4c8f98ab1c3d9edbd394dbcb3351&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My billion dollar bride
In a world where love is often overshadowed by wealth and family expectations, Dimple Montez faces the ticking clock of her 27th birthday. Born into an opulent family, she has one chance to secure her future: marry before she turns twenty-seven or forfeit her inheritance to an untrustworthy relative/0/83974/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a3b21f957a847a2b83b59fa255922a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He's billion dollar bride
She was just the girl who got dumped and humiliated. He was the billionaire who needed a wife-fast. What started as a contract turned into the most dangerous deal of her heart. When Reina Moreno gets publicly dumped by her long-time boyfriend and betrayed by her cousin, she thinks her life can't ge/1/102744/coverorgin.jpg?v=70ca243ab9f154497ca361ec7f876fb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Million-Dollar Lies, Her Vengeful Rise
My daughter Cecilia was fighting for every breath in our moldy apartment. I was a paralegal working myself to the bone, while my husband, a "struggling artist," couldn't sell a single painting. Then, I found his name on the deed to a multi-million dollar penthouse. It was a gift for his celebrity m/1/132185/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ad6440b88091d5911fdbe28f59af6b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
