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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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Paralyzed President's Seed
Fiona Isabella Fawzi, a young girl, is forced to marry a paralyzed man as a replacement bride. Being wed at such a young age feels like a living nightmare for Fiona. The shame of their age gap and her husband's condition makes her feel utterly trapped in the marriage. Fiona is also part of a popula/0/37038/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1fd0ef438989e3a49e6011b80b67de4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seed of War
After abdicating her duties to her bloodline, Elenwe swore her life and soul to the fertility goddess, Adanya. Elenwe grew advanced and rose through the clergy until her 27th spring, the last year to produce a "Child of Adanya". It has been eleven years since she fled the same fate with her family,/0/42554/coverorgin.jpg?v=126a2535af3df81668756fe0b27b0a94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The presidents Return
Calvin was wounded to his heart when his son dies and wife illegally divorces him for another man because he is poor, his mother in law, treated him like a slave and out of this death, Calvin gets chosen by a universal system force as he decides to inherit even his father's wealth, just so he could/0/15060/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a90758ebb07ad6ffc9752748a35a5ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Billionair Seed
That night, Ajela was sold by her mother for one billion to a man who was looking for virgin girls. No one thought, that man was me! I bought Ajela! He was forced to do something he had never done before, and Mama still had the heart to think of Ajela as a call girl? Ajela is considered nothing mo/0/61686/coverorgin.jpg?v=68b62a739dd713fc8710e051da9c0b95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr's love is paralyzed
Being entangled by a master who was paralyzed made Arsyila Devina tormented. How could the master not be so obsessed with him. In fact, it was so obsessed that it restrained Arsyila. Arsyila is a special servant who has the duty to take care of Arham Alphanendra. How is their next story? Don't f/0/65674/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c20c1fe4cfb72ecb551c3d01793e5ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Becoming the Paralyzed Billionaire's Wife
Hazel Gabriella never imagined her life would change so drastically after marrying Theo Filbert, a handsome billionaire trapped in the shadow of paralysis. What began as a marriage of obligation transforms when Hazel discovers Theo's softer side, and Theo starts to recognize Hazel's sincerity. Howev/1/127103/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c3523d42747eb800855ffb67f2fc3ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Suddenly Became CEO's Wife Paralyzed
Emelia Perez, 25, has lived like a stranger in her own home. Never having received her parents' love, she was treated merely as a servant, while all their attention was lavished on her younger sister, Bianca. When her father became mired in massive debt, Emelia was forced to marry Samuel De Leon-a p/0/58532/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2b5ea1576405018b8c2a6398c0524da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE TO THE PARALYZED BILLIONAIRE
When Emma Parker is summoned from her humble rural life to the glittering world of Brooklyn’s elite, she never expects the price of her family's generosity. Her uncle and aunt, desperate to secure a lucrative business alliance, compel her to impersonate her glamorous, rebellious cousin Isabella in a/0/69339/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8666ddcc57989b6e5555abe20134ee9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated to the Paralyzed Lycan king
The strongest of packs, feared by others who cower in their shadows and seek refuge behind their king, even if he leads them from the confines of his wheelchair. He had never been seen except in his infancy, cradled in his parents' arms-the heir to the throne whom everyone had long awaited. No one/1/115545/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e71ca324722c318917528f7a2140cbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Paralyzed Husband
I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked i/0/85272/coverorgin.jpg?v=351c450d08e0868e32f5d6401ac97184&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Wife of a Paralyzed CEO
The medicine in her hand is a gateway to death, but it may not be. Victoria knew the path she was about to take could lead to destruction, but the hope for a little happiness remained. In the darkness of the hospital room, before her sits a man she once knew-a man who has lost everything, who now st/0/11769/coverorgin.jpg?v=98739f5bb78c947aefffec452306307c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents,
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part/0/6959/coverorgin.jpg?v=60f59b0bb1834282d9b5381f3bb00006&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jute Industry: From Seed to Finished Cloth
The Jute Industry: From Seed to Finished Cloth by Peter Kilgour/0/11768/coverorgin.jpg?v=de626135c997afc96de9599ffb8f5a1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
Stephen Grover Cleveland (March 18, 1837 – June 24, 1908) was the 22nd and 24th President of the United States. He was the winner of the popular vote for president three times – in 1884, 1888, and 1892 – and was one of the two Democrats (with Woodrow Wilson) to serve as president d/0/11770/coverorgin.jpg?v=98739f5bb78c947aefffec452306307c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
