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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 Fake Luna... Kind Of
Cassian smiled wickedly. “When I fuck you, Italia – and make no mistake about it, baby, I will fuck you – the only talking you’ll be doing is begging me to let you come. And don’t doubt that I’ll make you come. Not just the once. You’ll come over and over again, until I decide you’ve had enough. Unt/0/28053/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7964c940b9a30f19f7aef8a42f2e32c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY FAKE LOVE AFFAIR
She needed a fake fiancé to shut up her ex-alphahole rockstar boyfriend. I’m the guy she chose to point to as the new man. Unfortunately, her lie caused a major media scandal. Lucky for me, this woman is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Smart. Beautiful. Funny. And she’s got hustle like/0/37170/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a648e576354819036cd0109cebf4513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fake Girlfriend
Ares Anderson needs a fake girlfriend for 6 months and his one and only choice is Athena Matthew. She has a clean background and he knows that she's the type of girl that his family will like. He offered to give her a restaurant and money in exchange for her time and act in front of his family. At f/0/40475/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c126df9a704803a7b9e7631100b3185&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pleasure, my "fake" fiancée
Forced to assume the identity of her twin sister in a contract marriage, Eva Sollis finds herself in a great dilemma, pretending to be Ezra Muller for the cold and ruthless Mason Dasilis in exchange for the welfare of her daughter in a dead end, forced to give in to her sister's demands under threat/0/48623/coverorgin.jpg?v=b29f81028550f7f7d6d5a8b8c499d21f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fake Marriage
Alice was a child born by accident, thus not cherished by her family. Her only friend was her fiancé. However, growing up alongside a fortunate child, Alice's psyche became increasingly twisted. She resented any happiness around her and wished to destroy it. She harbored a scheme to devastate her ow/0/89898/coverorgin.jpg?v=de5f0a942d3fd15869619173f53cd852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mate Chose the Fake Luna Who Hurt Our Baby
Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me. Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood. Yet none knew the truth of my torment. The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood's Luna-but it never made me his choice. For five years, I endured/1/127460/coverorgin.jpg?v=639a9254f10d937bf9df7a36e782d9e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonbound Contract: The Alpha's Fake Luna
I had one job: marry the Alpha, save my pack, and never fall for him. I broke that rule in a week. Kael Draven doesn't do weakness. He doesn't do mercy. And he definitely doesn't do love - not since the curse started killing Alphas and Lunas across every pack in the world. But he needs a wife, fas/1/125201/coverorgin.jpg?v=921d3cb86f6218034dda58a980e6732a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband
I was working three exhausting jobs a day just to save fifty thousand dollars for my grandmother's life-saving heart surgery. But during a late-night food delivery to a luxury hotel suite, I caught my boyfriend of three years wrapped in a silk robe, intimately holding the university's wealthy queen/1/128788/coverorgin.jpg?v=b746c4a22ac551e7ef0bf7536e68bd27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fake Omega, My True Destiny
Jasper was an Alpha from a top-tier family, a man everyone believed was destined to stand at the top. With his status and bloodline, no one doubted he would marry an Omega from a family that matched his own prestige. Jasper expected the same future-until he found himself strangely avoiding an/1/128434/coverorgin.jpg?v=675ee81199b13abb9199e282cafcff0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna
At my own engagement party, my Alpha father handed me over to Hayden Price like a cheap commodity to seal a pack alliance. But just an hour later, I caught my fiancé pinning my conniving stepsister against a velvet sofa in a private lounge, their clothes completely disheveled. When I walked in, th/1/113762/coverorgin.jpg?v=7613a2726619a32c809270282e5899f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Secret Fake Rogue Luna
I was just a wolfless Rogue, keeping my head down to earn a temporary sanctuary in the Blackwood Pack. But everything changed when Alpha Damien, spiraling into madness after his mate Chloe publicly rejected him, forced me into a dangerous game. He commanded me to be his fake lover for an upcoming G/0/91147/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e846263073a3b068e32856f3d84299a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha
My new neighbor is a jerk. A grumpy, arrogant shithead. At first, I was dazzled by his looks; tall, broad-shouldered, hot enough to melt panties at ten feet. But the moment he opened his mouth, I knew I hated him. He's smug, rude, and way too good at getting under my skin. I've never disliked a m/1/126571/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c6299af5de08377a9398c1c05684114&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake-dating my ex's boss
Lily had mastered the art of camouflage after four years with her very demanding boyfriend, Taser. But after the Promise ball reveals a heavy secret about him, love is quickly replaced by a lust for revenge. And who better to help her achieve it than the one man her ex worships? Problem is... S/1/111273/coverorgin.jpg?v=85e4164c0fec67416a3f85c239b54f62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Being My Archenemy's Fake Girlfriend
Amy has enough problems. She's the new girl at Fieldman High, still grieving her parents, living with a brother who resents her existence, and now working at a coffee shop just to get by. The last thing she needs is Leo Calloway charming, infuriating, and the most performative person she has ever me/1/108026/coverorgin.jpg?v=140c4bce6a16272f43a1be55f6be65fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Buried Alive With My Fake Husband
I woke up in total darkness, the air smelling of stale chemicals and dying flowers. When I tried to sit up, my forehead slammed into solid wood just three inches from my face. I was trapped in a coffin, buried alive next to the cold, stiff body of my fake husband, Cedric. My stepmother, Hermina, ha/1/116007/coverorgin.jpg?v=35fdfcd362ddb0bd4a94bba9f8e8cb0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fake Husband Is A Secret Billionaire
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs. On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles. Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic,/0/48496/coverorgin.jpg?v=97410cf0e0f88fc557339b2512e752e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Pregnant Luna
The novel also has another title: My Pregnant Luna I'm Harper, Alpha's daughter. After a night that I could hardly remembered, I'm pregnant and was forced into an arranged marriage. What could be worse than being forced to marry a stranger that you don't love? I have no choice but to say yes to surv/0/65662/coverorgin.jpg?v=d573478d11e73d7bd1e950b65064c049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Twin Luna
Betrayed by her mate and left for dead, Violetta is saved by the most unlikely creatures: Darius, the mysterious and cursed Lycan king, who has only three months left to live. She wakes up in his pack, but something is amiss: she is now seen as Matilda, a lady who had escaped the cruelty of the same/0/50738/coverorgin.jpg?v=552d0c756552ea2cb00a8dbea2a553ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ever Persistent Luna
" Can't you understand that I really don't love you.." He reminded her with a cold glare. " It's ok we can share my love instead...." She said with a cheerful smile. " Please don't kill Them!!" He screamed with fright. " But they made fun of you?" She pouted while crossing her blood stained han/0/28394/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae6471b56ef0cee534e364bbf3df2727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
