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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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Touch Me Dear Husband
Gavin Hugh is the son of George and Samantha Hugh. He practically runs his father's company. In other to become the CEO of the company, he agrees to marry Arianna, a model whose marriage has been arranged with him. He hates her and shares no intimacy with her. Five years later, years of loneliness,/0/34774/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519021056&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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LET ME GO [DEAR EX-HUSBAND]
"I want you back, I can't let the president have you." Hailey froze, for a moment she thought she didn't hear him clearly until he repeated himself. She laughed loudly, as she looked at the almighty mafia don that had used her and dumped her when he achieved his goal. "Were you dreaming when you/0/91267/coverorgin.jpg?v=37dd7a772f123618c708b728b2417bc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me or Destroy me
"You look lonely," Mia said, looking down drowsily at the stranger who had his legs crossed, staring at her blankly. "Here, why don't you drink this? Let's have fun. It will be great I promise. I am all for fun, after all. Don't worry, it won't kill you. It'll just make the night better," She g/0/58095/coverorgin.jpg?v=27d7253f0809ebd60f97af6fae2f3d5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When they touch me
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on w/0/40149/coverorgin.jpg?v=4bacd734b06547ab67f81535504a8bc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me now
Majid, a talented artist, never believed in love at first sight until he met Maria. Maria was everything he had ever wanted in a woman - beautiful, charming, and witty. Soon enough, they began a passionate relationship that seemed to be headed towards forever. However, things took a turn for the wo/0/35111/coverorgin18.jpg?v=af310067f410a11d6c4803502d035d4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch Me, Daddy
I fucked the daughter of my best buddy. Now I have to safeguard her. Skye needs to learn how to swim in my infinity pool. That sounds like a great deal. And I know precisely what my malicious purpose is. Take her in the water with my hands on her curves. I know it's terrible, but she's as despera/0/90429/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c3c700cd7a713681370c3c1fa0ac1f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ex-wife's Revenge: Love Me Again Dear Husband
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DEAR EX HUSBAND, YOU LOVED ME TOO LATE
I gave him everything. My heart, my trust, my future. Four years of love, devotion, and blind loyalty. And what did I get in return? Betrayal. Humiliation. Loss. Simon Smith chose my sister over me... and in that one selfish moment, he shattered my world. He left me broken, alone, and with a secret/0/21732/coverorgin.jpg?v=8624f5469b7296188cfb0a8638484ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me, Sandoval
Will you imagine that a high-class lady, Intelligent and glamorous woman will be a mistress? She loathes a cheater and a prevaricator but there's barely one man who captured her attention. A man that she encountered when she's employing a secretary, She's biting her lip while glimpsing at the man./0/88167/coverorgin.jpg?v=a941f2f3b831eb49ecbf6cded2bbf44d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch Me, Daddies
Keep your legs open, baby. That's it... eyes on me." One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third... God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And/1/116275/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260920160020&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear Ex Husband, The Tyrant Rogue King Wants me!
Katherine Harrington spent five years loving a man who never chose her. When her husband forces her onto an operating table to give his pregnant mistress a kidney, Katherine finally understands her place in his heart-nowhere. Left bleeding and dying, she begs the Moon Goddess for one last ch/0/56746/coverorgin.jpg?v=124dd2e5b502e4b9228d478bcedb47f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Love: Touch Me Honey
Warning: This novel has mature content meant for adults who likes smut, raw and unfiltered words. if you're a lover of romance, forbidden love and dark secrets this is for you. ******* "Brother, I'm pregnant with our child" "Get rid of it it would be too shameful for people to hear, how could you/0/71628/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a28a786b1f4e66f43bdc350791d2a57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet
"Lock the door." Isla hesitated, her pulse racing. "Alaric-" "Now." His voice was pure dominance. Her fingers fumbled with the lock just as he spun her around, pressing her back against the cold mahogany desk. His hands skimmed her thighs, pushing up her skirt, his eyes dark with hunger. "You'/0/96072/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bc3b7519b381b44327a5020f1bdf076&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me gently, break me slow
Eva had never imagined attending a blind date in place of her rich friend Jasmine. Jasmine, ambitious and wary of the man she was supposed to meet, refused to go-convinced he would be far too old. So Eva went in her place-and found herself staring at Alexander Thorne, London's youngest billionaire,/0/92026/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c06ebd10f99b7daab2ca79721547127&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear Ex-husband, I'm Better Without You!
"Food made by a person I don't like is naturally detestable," Lily didn't expect these hurtful words to come from him-her husband of almost two years- Roberto Whitlock. She had married him out of love, even though their marriage was a transaction between two families. She thought she could change h/1/126262/coverorgin.jpg?v=b90f368249d5c4200b79cbcd2d51246d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Your League, Dear Ex-Husband
On our third wedding anniversary, I was on my knees scrubbing a wine stain out of a hotel carpet for my in-laws. That same night, my husband, NHL star Armani Tillman, won the MVP trophy on live TV, thanked his fake PR girlfriend, and called me to demand a divorce. He sent a lawyer the next morning/0/58690/coverorgin.jpg?v=b93131ab8daeeaf60e1629e9cf1204df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear ex-husband, you must regret this
Nadin has sworn for revenge, as her husband of three years had betrayed her and had a thing with her stepsister. Then, before her eyes, her stepmother murdered her dad. Afterwards, she used acid on Nadin to kill her but only succeeded in damaging her face and body, which demanded plastic surgery./0/90005/coverorgin.jpg?v=863864bac08be3b468c97fba12d229c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear HUSBAND My-Ex-Is-Back
Thalia was overwhelmed when the doctor informed her she was pregnant, she was happy to share the news with her husband since It's their third year anniversary. But her husband came home with her twin sister, declaring Thalia was just a wife to him and he didn't love her. He loved his twin sister af/0/66719/coverorgin.jpg?v=305a6e7599d83eaef4d6960dacd4dbcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
