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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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WHEN I SEE YOU
"But why won't you kiss me back, wait don't tell me I didn't meet the standard of the girls you kiss and make out with" "Brianna your hand is bleeding come let's stop it and cover up that wound" there is no way am having this conversation with her. "I don't want to cover wounds, I want you to answ/0/50481/coverorgin.jpg?v=4935490f0902582e7ebecd41d61d3d36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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What Timmy Did
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What Diantha Did
First published serially in Gilman's magazine the Forerunner in 1909-10, the novel tells the story of Diantha Bell, a young woman who leaves her home and her fiancé to start a housecleaning business. A resourceful heroine, Diantha quickly expands her business into an enterprise that includes a maid/0/25082/coverorgin.jpg?v=d946d24a420c0feaf9a249848af3af42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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I will see you in my Dreams
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Oh, You Tex!
William MacLeod Raine was an American author who wrote classic adventure novels about the Wild West./1/104527/coverorgin.jpg?v=97747f34ed966eac12b93bb6cfbe3d24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Said Die Quietly, So I Did
The doctor told me I had thirty days to live. Exactly ten minutes later, my husband told me his mistress was pregnant. I sat in the cold marble living room of the Vitiello estate, watching Dante pace. He was the Capo of Chicago, the man I used to stitch up in a bathroom when we had nothing. Now, h/0/77957/coverorgin.jpg?v=54df2406b1e0013f62d0fd4163c86b75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE LOVE I COULDN'T SEE.
Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" I rushed toward/0/21669/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd5a48b3311687d67186adde3f5f0668&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What is Love "YOU"
"Come on Amie you think I will marry Dominic, there is no way, I never do that. What ever happens I don't care and I'm not going to marry Dom that's final" Bethany argue with Amie. "Please Beth we don't have other choice you have to marry him than only we can be free from this problem otherwise we b/0/33026/coverorgin.jpg?v=14b6468f8d8d3eb6fae7b21313e20da6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN, CAPTAIN!
A woman trapped between struggles and optimism who was working toward her dream unintentionally found love. One night, a man who stole her heart appeared to her like a knight in shining armor. A love so beautiful, it promises friendship. Betrayal causes sadness and pain. A new journey to take, facin/1/133562/coverorgin.jpg?v=4adc2e0b65c330ea0585cd1ed1e0e2ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond What I Dreamed
Synopsis Deise Alencar was born into an upper-middle-class family. Her mother, Eliana Munhoz, was a nutritionist who stopped working when Deise was born. Her father, Arthur Alencar, was a businessman who sadly passed away after suffering a heart attack. It was at that moment that their lives chang/0/62064/coverorgin.jpg?v=d515c17c4d56ae4f0bf9f1612a3eb508&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What If I Lied?
In a world of secrets, a tale unfolds where lies shape destinies. What if one lie changed everything? Dive into a story where truths unravel, and deception reigns. Explore the consequences of a single falsehood in this gripping narrative of deceit and its tangled web./0/45431/coverorgin.jpg?v=926ec00e57cd54591846b0428846290a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What i never expected
A beautiful yet highly sensitive young woman falls in love with Leonardo, an incredibly promiscuous and dominant college student. He's not only the son of a billionaire who oversees businesses in different countries but also someone who believed he would never fall in love, thinking he had all his e/0/25961/coverorgin.jpg?v=955638bfcb4b770eca709dcb6c11646a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What if I die?
Entering a one-sided love isn't easy, especially if the relationship you have is only for a business. "Why do you have to be alive?" My lips loosened up as I sensed the bitterness in his voice. It is as if he hates my existence so much that he has to do something for me to be gone already. "Why d/0/68478/coverorgin.jpg?v=f66eac5bb6261cee3e13aa780bf8cd4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Did I Kill My Alpha?
In a world where Omegas are bound to serve their Alphas, Elena finds herself accused of an unthinkable crime: the murder of her own Alpha. Forced to flee to a remote town, she hopes to evade the judgment that awaits her. But when a critically injured Alpha, Kai, appears at her doorstep, everything c/0/27682/coverorgin.jpg?v=4905a486b9fc79a85e4820cee8b28958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning Love: What If I Never Get Over You
Despite being an ordinary orphan girl, Cheryl managed to marry the most powerful man in the city. He was perfect in every aspect, but there was one thing-- he didn't love her. Three years into their marriage, she finally got pregnant, but it was also the day her husband gave her their divorce pap/0/22111/coverorgin.jpg?v=34b1751ab6352e49c1d639402adb3cbc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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What I Saw in California
First published in 1848, What I Saw in California has long been recognized as the foremost trail guide for the Forty-niners. Almost overnight, Edwin Bryant became their authority on how to survive the grueling passage from Independence, Missouri, to San Francisco, and how to prosper in the Promised/0/47026/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
