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Rejected By My Betrothed, Claimed By The Warlord Alpha
I was born a wolfless cripple in the Richmond Pack, but by royal decree, I was engaged to the kingdom's Champion Knight, Emory. During the winter banquet, my half-sister Dessie suddenly tilted backward into the royal ice pond, screaming that I pushed her. In my previous life, I reached out in panic to save her, only to be dragged down and framed for attempted murder. When Emory dove into the freezing water, he swam right past my sinking body to rescue her instead. Once ashore, my own father and my betrothed ignored my desperate pleas. They branded me a vicious, jealous traitor. Emory publicly broke our engagement to marry Dessie, while my father threw me to the executioner to wash away the family's shame with my blood. Until my head was on the chopping block, I didn't understand. Why did my own family want me dead just because I had no inner wolf? Why did the knight who swore to protect me conspire with my illegitimate sister to destroy my life? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the snow-dusted terrace, right as Dessie was setting up the exact same trap. "A wolfless cripple like you should crawl back to the gutter," she whispered, falling backward. This time, I didn't flinch or beg for help. Instead, my fingers shot out like iron clamps, grabbing her wrist, and I dragged her into the freezing depths with me.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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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./1/115868/coverorgin.jpg?v=32bef03f33da65e01e67bd040497498f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running From The Amnesiac Billionaire Tyrant
Aliya woke up in a dingy, freezing apartment with a throbbing headache, only to realize a horrifying truth. She had transmigrated into the American romance novel she read just last night, becoming the ultimate vicious supporting character. The exhausted man walking through the front door was Cyrus/0/57902/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f4f8f0ad74a9f586210bd5250d920af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running from My Mate
Carla thought finding her mate was the end of her life's journey. It turned out it was the beginning of her misery. Just because she couldn't bear a son, an heir, Ian Houston mistreated her and her daughter. She ran away only to fall into another Alpha's arms. Zurin Abrams, Alpha of Wild Fire Pack,/0/56863/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ed8eddadcdf4a4a6e25499e8ba3f8cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running Away From My Betrothed
Betrayed by her fiance and her family, Ellie thought, for a fleeting moment, that being tied down to a ghost she had never known was the only option. But that was until a wild thought banged her head. "Run, Ellie!" Her mind screamed. The heart is always right, they say, and at that point in her li/0/64884/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecce5ad8758b88a03fbbb142d79bf57b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running Away from his Grip
Sally has spent years in a relationship defined by control and manipulation, longing for freedom and a life of her own. When she finally breaks free, she faces a daunting world and the haunting grip of her past. Determined to reclaim her independence, Sally will run away from the Billionaire's grip./1/107823/coverorgin.jpg?v=b00d92c67aa25554bacec9ee62903202&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon’s Scars: Running From My Past
I returned to the Hamptons after six years, believing I had finally outrun the ghosts of my past. As a surgeon, I had spent years stitching others back together, yet I remained a collection of jagged shards held together by secrets. I thought I could survive one family dinner, but the moment I stepp/1/104691/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b282d568cd3baf03dc29f4ecb82f2ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don
For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over./0/67604/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf875be154b052b268657ac704a55bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running away from the Alpha King
I was forced to marry my Mate, the Alpha King. But I said hell no! As a white she-wolf, I, Christal, am also an noble Alpha. Though it was my destiny to marry him, I had never met him, I felt nothing for him! What's more, I've heard he's an extremely violent tyrant. That's why, I chose to escape fro/1/124546/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb23486cfed86923c4f4610518897882&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Running From The Mafia Falling For The Hockey King
Valentina Rossi just wanted to survive freshman year, escape her family's blood-soaked criminal empire, and finally live a normal life. Damon Blackwood never wanted a relationship. Especially not with a stubborn, sharp-tongued mafia runaway who seems determined to dismantle the perfect public image/0/49407/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e5a45d08bdf1b95dbb672a3e6d01df8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway From The Billionaire
Alaric Montgomery is a woman-hater, heartless, and an arrogant playboy. The word 'marriage' isn't in his vocabulary. However, because of a letter and Zephyrine Calista's grandmother's last will and testament, he found himself in a chaotic situation. He needed to marry her, and that didn't sit well w/0/54307/coverorgin.jpg?v=c113858085758a41f8ca3689ce2a5bff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
RUNNING AWAY
Princess Aurora Being a princess is one thing I wish I wasn't. Yeah I know some people will think it's a dream come true but it's hell. I never got to leave the castle to explore the outside world. The right definition to use is that I was a prisoner in this castle./0/14990/coverorgin.jpg?v=aec2b8c6663f037030038077df5ae461&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE GIRL FROM CAMDEN
Evania, a project editor at Walter Media, finds her world upended when her boss, Jonathan Walter, pulls her into a fake relationship to avoid a strategic marriage with Yelena Starkov, daughter of a Russian oligarch. This charade is meant to protect Jonathan's media empire, but as the lines between p/0/82702/coverorgin.jpg?v=65a0e1f76131833aa14b224cd5a33a4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Burden To Billionaire
With a precious curve of life stirring within me, my husband Mark drove us towards a critical high-risk prenatal scan, a seemingly normal journey for an expecting couple. Yet, miles from civilization, he abruptly pulled over, dumping me on the roadside with a flimsy excuse about an investor crisis/0/60537/coverorgin.jpg?v=b538af9860724cb272d8aa8be93d0e95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ALPHA’s BETRAYAL: RUNNING WITH HIS HEIR
Having been rejected and banished by her father and her mate,the beta, Poor and abused Brielle was left to rot at the edge of the pack, the territory of the cruel Alpha king, Zadyre.Terrified, she finds out the king is her second chance mate, but that's not all.He wants nothing to do with her. All h/1/104097/coverorgin.jpg?v=44792361b8bb547b70131d3f4ab9791b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billionaire Heiress From The Ashes
My husband, Deegan, plunged a needle into my heavily pregnant belly. He said it was a mild sedative to "slow things down." The truth was a brutal betrayal. His brother's widow, Karmen, was also due, and her son had to be born first to secure the family inheritance. He was sacrificing our child for/1/115235/coverorgin.jpg?v=9efccfa5569d0b388b421d0c6aade868&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire
I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me. Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice. "The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here wit/1/119563/coverorgin.jpg?v=e09ea0b754ae49bc91f2f616b1274c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire
I was six months pregnant with twins, excitedly waiting for my husband to come home. But instead of sharing my joy, he threw a divorce agreement on the coffee table. He coldly called our marriage a mere transaction, mocking my trailer-park origins and claiming my children didn't deserve his wealth/0/63728/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b38ee10d5bb9fd819331894d494f3b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He ev/0/46080/coverorgin.jpg?v=139080277c565f25bb01f0f6edbb1404&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire I Like From Afar
Claire Olsen had a great crush on Zion Petrakis since the first time she laid eyes on him. But Zion had his eyes glued at the school's 'It girl' Maddie Jennings. Claire couldn't compete with Maddie who was every boy's dream girl in school. She hid her feelings for Zion and just satisfied admiring hi/0/89210/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcbd3904c109845a33764ff92e003212&imageMogr2/format/webp)
