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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 Mob Boss's Revenge
"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go. "Wear the dress, Fremantle." "You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'/1/102843/coverorgin.jpg?v=2db56a7aa57c379e39312149c286ee4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge
My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city. But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing. The boy demande/0/91658/coverorgin.jpg?v=4bb9f9de56f9bb068269a3c1adbfdb97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS
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The Inmate's Redemption: A Mob Boss's Debt
After six long years, I walked out of prison on my 30th birthday, ready to reclaim my life. Instead, my ex-husband, Ryan, arrived with his high school sweetheart, Gabby, who coldly informed me Ryan's sleek new Tesla had "Gabby's seat." My own son, Caleb, now ten, peered from the back, his eyes mir/0/36857/coverorgin.jpg?v=09cf0bd5cf187275d51a8744c5bfd4bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for the Billionaire Mob Boss
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Left For Dead: The Mob Boss's Sin
My husband, the most feared mob boss in Chicago, told me it wasn't the right time for an heir. Then I found the invitation to his secret son's baptism—a child he had with a woman from our rival family. His betrayal climaxed when he shoved me so hard I miscarried our baby, and his mistress left me f/1/122288/coverorgin.jpg?v=4eb000d2bb6c2022fc9ee3cd9931e3bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss
Nadezhda is in trouble. She is pregnant, and worse, she doesn't know the man she slept with that dark, hazy night. But what she does know is that he is powerful. Powerful enough to put her and her baby in harm's way. A mob boss. She's just an ordinary maid. And she's pregnant with his baby. Artyo/0/22259/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fa639befd111c874b16233d017b4c3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge To The Devil
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Trapped with the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance
I kidnapped her to break her. Now, I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. YURI In this business, you cannot afford to lose control. No emotions. No weakness. I've worked too f**king hard building my mob empire to let one feisty little girl ruin everything. But Bella refuses to fall in line. I've/1/115720/coverorgin.jpg?v=3749d0180ba4af9a544a864cacbda0f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Knocked Up by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance
Levushka Bratva They're coming to take her baby. They'll have to kill me first. She's an innocent maid. I'm a ruthless Bratva boss. She says she wants nothing to do with me. But in my world, when I want something, I take it. And I want her. The problem is, Zoya is hiding a terrible secret: A baby/1/115722/coverorgin.jpg?v=b77ab3ddce78f15d536f7d3558c6a239&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owned by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance
Ivanovich Bratva She is untouched. Innocent. Desperate. Mine. I was raised to rule. Hardened by the laws of my family: Take what needs taking. Break what needs breaking. Camille is no exception. Her body belongs to me now, Courtesy of a substantial cash payment to the Archangel Vision auction. I/0/25877/coverorgin.jpg?v=20bfeaadab41fcfcae8684e408098cda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpected Fortune: The Long-lost Heir Returns Home
Poverty is a terrible disease. Most humans want to be wealthy. Are you also one of them? Well, I'm one of those few people who don't love money. I believe that there was more to life than money. Money can't buy happiness. At least, that was what I thought until life happened. My mother became term/0/31667/coverorgin.jpg?v=62add36c491119ed29948d759c32fb00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Son in-law Revenge.
"You're useless, so why would I be with you!...it's over, I'm getting married to someone else!" Arthur's wife said. - Everyone looks down on Arthur stark. His in-laws call him trash and useless, they consider him lower than their maids, treat him worse than they would treat an animal. But none of/0/83241/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1c78f5be6ea6877d5bb54fe3dae20aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Online Mob, Real Consequences: Her Story
I prided myself on being an exceptional AP Calculus teacher. My "Final Review Packets" were legendary, often predicting major exam questions with uncanny accuracy. I believed I was helping all my students achieve their best, providing every resource available. Then, a notification popped up from/1/115718/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba934ca7066e2c3b9fe89321d36fa1fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance
A mob boss killed her family. Now, he's sent me to finish the job. Roman Lucy is an innocent girl – orphaned by a terrible tragedy. Then she sees me kill a man in cold blood. I can't let a witness roam free. But I can't bring myself to kill something so innocent and beautiful. She wants revenge on t/1/115719/coverorgin.jpg?v=10f22796922a05960b6d70a117fa672f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold to the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance
Lavrin Bratva An innocent girl like her... sold to a beast like me. Nikita As the boss of the Bratva, I live my life by a code: Always stay in control. But I broke my own rule on the night I bought Annie. She was so delicate and desperate up on that stage. I'd pay any price it took to own her./1/115721/coverorgin.jpg?v=44be104251ae4bacb2a16f83697753f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unprotected with the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance
Alekseiev bratva My enemy's daughter. My unprotected bride. Allison thinks that this is a fair world, that justice exists. I'm here to show her there is no such thing as innocence. In my world, it's might makes right. Kill or be killed. And I've caused my fair share of bloodshed. But when I disco/0/6616/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e900312e568d1fdab80928d1cb50518&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kitchener's Mob: Adventures of an American in the British Army
This 1916 memoir recounts the author's experiences as a soldier in the British army. Posing as a Canadian, Hall enlisted at the outbreak of World War I, ultimately serving as a machine gunner at the Battle of Loos in 1915, before his true identity was exposed, leading to his discharge./0/84834/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccd9e3a674d292a009b909c6b9b8085a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Muse's Revenge
For nine years, I lived as a ghost, tethered to Ethan Blackwood. The art world knew me as "A.N.", the mute artist madly in love with the city's most renowned and arrogant art critic, a story they all enjoyed. They didn't know the truth: nine years ago, my younger sister Lily was dying, and despera/0/85196/coverorgin.jpg?v=3280f8b0835a2c001bcf592573c9ba03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
