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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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The Lord of the sins
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Sins of the heart
Sell your virginity to me and I will clear your father’s debt”. Angelique Ryans had a promising future ahead of her. Prestige school, lovable personality, talent. She had it all, until the day her father gambled away their lives to a man famed for brutality. The choice was simple- strip for the ma/0/31442/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518233339&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sins of the Past
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SINS OF THE FATHER
Born a prince, cursed to live as a beast. For more than 17 years, Rían has been trapped in wolf form, the price of his father's sins. The curse can only be broken by his true mate accepting him as he is, but Rían's kingdom has fallen, his people enslaved, and he is hunted as a monster. Ella, the f/0/16885/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a32ec5923932e8ca06605581341e94d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Sins of the Saverios
"I should kill you for what you've done," she seethed, her voice shaking with rage and something darker. He stepped in, chest to chest, his voice a seductive threat. "Then do it, tesoro. But don't pretend you weren't touching yourself last night, whispering my name like it was a confession." She tr/0/38212/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f65b06fb44f1e17fa62d79f5b945f7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Lord of the World
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SINS OF THE SHATTERED VEIL
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The Hosts of the Lord
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BRIDE OF THE DRAGON LORD
A forced marriage. A cursed dragon king. And a love that could destroy them both." To stop a centuries-old war, Princess Evelynn is forced to marry King Darius, the ruthless Dragon Lord. But she is no ordinary bride-she is a sacrifice. A prophecy warns that if Darius loves her, he will burn the wor/0/65778/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c38db0a497919d0d888444c1fea84aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rise of the Mafia Lord
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The Works of Lord Byron
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The Life of Lord Byron
Lord Byron was an English poet who became one of the leading figures in the Romantic Movement. Byron is still considered to be one of the most influential poets in history. This edition of John Galt's biography on Lord Byron includes a table of contents./0/46776/coverorgin.jpg?v=3be977170f1fc8998e54df836e5b8ce3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Darker Sins
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Bride of the Demon Lord
Just like every other young lady at her age, she also wants to get married to the very Man of her dreams.. but things are rather better to remain a dream... Are losing her parents in such a tender age, Li Wai young, moved in with her uncle who also have a daughter who happens to be the same age a/1/122577/coverorgin.jpg?v=0808b1d587b4ab0b3dda3491c28e93cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord
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In the arms of two sins
His tie hung loose, his eyes darker than sin. The scent of whiskey lingered on his breath as he leaned closer. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, the words brushing against my skin like a dare. "You're drunk," I said, staring into those grey eyes as my heartbeat filled the silence. He smiled faintly,/0/38312/coverorgin.jpg?v=c50f431ab9fb599148957e110d498c0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
