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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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My little fierce mate
They called me wolf less. Weak. Worthless. In the Bloodstone Pack, that's as good as a death sentence-except mine has been slow, drawn out in whispers, cold stares, and the sharp edges of my family's contempt. My mate, the one the Moon Goddess chose for me, humiliated me in front of the entire pack/0/59144/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1ff45ef0648e92530a12c089027deb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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His Betrayal, My Fierce Comeback
I was the moral compass of modern media, a journalist with a flawless record and a penthouse life with my husband, Britton. Then one phone call shattered it all. He blackmailed me, using a dark secret I kept for him, forcing me to retract a story and destroy my own career to protect his intern, Bay/0/4069/coverorgin.jpg?v=edab4fec139788a6a8f5fd8288bb009b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Lady Ludlow
I am an old woman now, and things are very different to what they were in my youth. Then we, who travelled, travelled in coaches, carrying six inside, and making a two days' journey out of what people now go over in a couple of hours with a whizz and a flash, and a scre/0/50427/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My lady boss
Like almost every dramatic romance novel, Bella’s story begins with a bad grandfather, a treacherous sister, and a stupid boyfriend. At the age of twenty, he fell victim to their grand scheme and became the laughing stock of the country. A piece of news about her boyfriend’s reunion ha/0/54974/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Assassin Lady
*boggsh* sound of a bomb exploding from a room "All the people in that room were already lying on the floor while in one room there was a young woman walking as if the beatings and shootings were nothing to her. She was walking towards a man who owed her money. It's been a long time since I've been/0/63285/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3416592e7d5b0e91177a9c8f4b7153e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO fierce
shook her head. "They're here and they've come with a settlement proposal for you." Them? - I raised my eyebrow, frowning. - The prosecutor's office? - Almost. - He shrugged, making a chill run through my veins and make me shiver. - Maristela... - I began to ponder, full of fears, but she interrupte/0/60381/coverorgin.jpg?v=84b39945430a3e84c714309aaf7c0727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Because You Are My Lady
Sharon was a common college student who dreamed of being a journalist. Two years ago, her father had a car accident, and the expensive medical expenses almost drove her insane. Stanley, an overbearing president, helped her get rid of the predicament. After that, she married him, and he was in char/1/102448/coverorgin.jpg?v=de8743b58fb1f20901243336f5358b2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Pity Marriage, My Fierce Comeback
On the eve of my wedding, a viral TikTok revealed my fiancé had married another woman a week ago. When I confronted him, Jacob called it a "pity marriage." He dismissed our seven years together, offered me cash to shut up, and when I refused, he slapped me across the face. "You're the other woman/0/2159/coverorgin.jpg?v=8122f3b11a59a7ffb0f2aa573f576a56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Dangerous Vows:Good Morning, My Lady
Eleonore Lowe knew that Avon Montgomery had loved another woman-and that he had never let her go. For six years of marriage, he never once touched her. She had long accepted that he wished her gone. But when a car accident left her teetering on the edge of death, Avon was there. He grabbed her han/0/83244/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6afbfab116b8649825b2bde43a91f70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Family's Fierce Protection
I' m Sarah Miller, a Grammy-winning music producer who prefers the quiet of a studio. But tonight, I was enduring a club after-party for my stepson Alex, a talented musician I cherished like my own. I also harbored a secret: I was twelve weeks pregnant with our miracle IVF baby, cherished by my hu/0/84873/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf6476f40b9da534d50eaa91089c092a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed Father's Fierce Flight
The laughter from my living room, once a cherished sound, now felt like a constant reminder of my invisibility. My wife, Sophia, and our children, Lucas and Mia, hung on every word of my charming brother, Ethan, on screen-a level of admiration they never afforded me, the stay-at-home dad who manage/0/23591/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce88fb942aeba4f96ead4035081d3235&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing The Fierce Heiress
He stole her first kiss on their first encounter, and she accused him of being perverted and arrogant. Her straightforward personality hooked his interest despite the danger ahead. He announced a surrogacy competition to draw her towards him. She left no option but to join the competition only to/0/38183/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8d3687d753e7f820d23f78e071d2efc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. President's Fierce Wife
The Charles family took advantage of the Little Yama's unconsciousness and hastily stuffed him with a little sweet wife. It is said that the little wife is chubby and soft, like a sheep, so tender that everyone can bully her! However, when Little Yama woke up, the little sheep held a knife against t/0/47915/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fierce Wife
I was inside my car, driving as usual.But of course,Some enemies were following me.I'm not scared of anything,Even if it's death.What I'm afraid of,Is leaving something behind, Something.. Special. *Car crashed*" Sh*t! Sh*t!!! "" Call an ambulance immediately!!! "" Okay! Okay! Help!! "" I said call/0/92078/coverorgin.jpg?v=d358a2504143e1efd33a0796cd6f1393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Fierce, Patient Embrace
On our third mating anniversary, I prepared a feast. For three years, my Alpha husband, Mark, had treated me like I was made of glass, using my "fragile" constitution as an excuse for his coldness. Still, I hoped tonight he would finally see me. But he came home smelling of another she-wolf, took o/0/85355/coverorgin.jpg?v=3068ab9b57da45855ed761617dbbffec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
