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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 the Days of the Comet
Long ago in my crude unhappy youth, I conceived the desire of writing a book. To scribble secretly and dream of authorship was one of my chief alleviations, and I read with a sympathetic envy every scrap I could get about the world of literature and the lives of literary people. It is something, eve/0/2035/coverorgin.jpg?v=5bd921c97695b0cd02c238d3805e7284&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In the Days of the Comet
Herbert George Wells was born on September 21st, 1866 at Atlas House, 46 High Street, Bromley, Kent. He was the youngest of four siblings and his family affectionately knew him as 'Bertie'. The first few years of his childhood were spent fairly quietly, and Wells didn't display much literary interes/0/25809/coverorgin.jpg?v=97b1dceec93e9305c238dfc54a2c00b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REVENGE OF THE NIGHT
“Y….you….just what are you?” the young woman staggered back in fear as she yelled looking at the demoness in front of her. The silver-haired woman laughed so eerily that those that were around were struck by fear. This person was not human, how can anyone look so terrifying and emit such a scary aur/0/44365/coverorgin.jpg?v=d78a813d10789c1f5de4e21743fb5214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HEART OF THE NIGHT
In this present reality where the twilight backwoods disguises old mysteries and secret cravings, Alice, a young lady troubled by her lycanthropic nature, is going to leave on an excursion that will challenge her actual character. Tormented by the call of the wild and driven by a longing she can't o/0/77989/coverorgin.jpg?v=869839b4f3a0d61bd2d7717d1915a33f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bloodlines of the Night
Love was never a part of the prophecy-until he met her under the blood-red moon.* Alpha Adolf was destined to lead, to fight, to mate with the fierce warrior Hilda. But when he met Valeria, who is a sorrow-drenched vampire who feeds on pain instead of blood-his true fate begins to unfold. As a forb/0/26050/coverorgin.jpg?v=674dd663c58516204f0f0b6aca79c0b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Call Of The Night
"People don't live in darkness, darkness lives in them." Aizea is just another girl in the mysterious kingdom of Zaayes, where sound (rather, the sense of hearing) vanishes as soon as night falls - for everyone but Aizea. However, with this vicious secret finely hidden for years, Aizea, with her un/0/21382/coverorgin.jpg?v=e14ab0fc6e7fccb9bb1c9a1b45fd3982&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ZADIRA (goddess of night) Another love journey
Michael was maltreated by his Uncle and his wife. He is brilliant boy and loved by many. What happened when the goddess of night fights and rescue him whenever he's in trouble or been bullied by his senior? Who's is the goddess of night? Why did she protect him? ZADIRA!!!!!/0/1143/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122142645&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Off on a Comet
Among so many effective and artistic tales, it is difficult to give a preference to one over all the rest. Yet, certainly, even amid Verne’s remarkable works, his “Off on a Comet” must be given high rank. Perhaps this story will be remembered when even “Round the World in Eig/0/1869/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122173926&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Creature of the Night
I think it is Lord Beaconsfield who, in one of his brilliant stories, makes the clever observation that "adventures are to the adventurous," and certainly he who seeks for adventures even in this prosaic nineteenth century will surely succeed in his quest. Fate leads him, chance guides him/0/50276/coverorgin.jpg?v=876c48c3700048bb72f51db3cf334b8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT OF THE CEO
Andrew turns to Samantha and says, "You know,when I look at the stars,I feel like anything is possible. We're just a tiny part of this huge universe. Samantha looks at him and says, "That is beautiful. I never thought of it that way." Samantha turns to Andrew, and their eyes meet. In that moment,t/0/18771/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc83417d492b784b8cbe9aadfd3e8570&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spark Of Lust: A Perfect Match
He was free and unrestrained, while she was beautiful but not ostentatious. He came from a prominent family, and she was struggling to survive. He seemed to be cynical, while she was cold and ruthless. She swore that she would never marry a rich man, but she fell in love with him. No matter how a/0/8395/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a0ae5fa5011ee651600e9559a5dc720&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Night of the Long Knives
What do you do when in the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust the only way to survive is to kill or be killed? Two strangers, a man and a woman, come across each other in a hostile world where every life hangs by the thread. Instead of killing each other they decide to strike up a purely sexual relati/0/29189/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518214047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In The Middle Of The Night
Life has never given April a reason to smile, first, It was growing up without a father, and few years later she lost her mother to the cold hands of death, leaving her in the care of her Wicked aunt who never paid interest about how she feels, her tragedic lifestyle took a new turn when she got a/0/33342/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519011146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In The Middle Of The Night series
Life have never given April a reason to smile. First is growing up without a father and few years later she lost her mother to the cold hands of death,leaving her in the care of her wicket aunt who never paid interest about how she feels, her pathetic lifestyle took a new turn when she got a propo/0/8298/coverorgin.jpg?v=400d3eb4b30dd856d0c90a531e9f9697&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Land of the Long Night
The Land of the Long Night by Paul B. Du Chaillu/0/18743/coverorgin.jpg?v=13276433aace543ff49b35f1522bfd44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Sweet Wife: You're One In A Million
Annie, the famous pop star and the dream girl of many, got betrayed by her fiance and her assistant. The people she trusted the most had let her down. Her love, her career, and everything she had were gone overnight. Out of frustration and despair, she accidentally ran in front of his car. He was th/0/72136/coverorgin.jpg?v=eaa6f40d439a4a79a63a561e15fe6a44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CURSED VEIL OF NIGHT
In the dark recesses of Ravenwood, where old curses linger and shadows come alive, a young lady finds her remarkable destiny. "CURSED VEIL OF NIGHT" is a thrilling story of terror, suspense, and the power of one's own inner fortitude. Emma, a seemingly regular girl with an exceptional ancestry, h/0/35972/coverorgin.jpg?v=3157aa6f072df9ce58f0702fd2b4642c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Night Of Sin
Due to some awful circumstances, the nineteen-year-old Leila Cole has a financial burden to bear. In her quest to navigate through the complexities of her life, she gets into more troubles. A night out with her best friend to have fun, quickly gets out of hand when she has a meaningless and wild on/0/40459/coverorgin.jpg?v=174fffb58faec5b6190c691d1c1c29d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night Of Sin
MATURE CONTENT 18+ There was one rule: No dating each other's brothers. For Layla, this rule was difficult to follow. She had secretly crushed on her best friend's brother, Asher Creed, for years. When Layla tries to pull her attention away from Asher and onto a new guy, she ends up sleeping with/0/22113/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250115173532&imageMogr2/format/webp)
