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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 Womanizer's Mute Wife
"There's nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She's mine." She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession, wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation-but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood/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/1/134235/coverorgin.jpg?v=d041f07b659d56d7507990b6dc867c41&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Mute obsession
I was broken long before I ever set foot in this mansion.Unwanted before I was ever placed here. Passed along like a burden nobody wanted to carry, by hands that hurt more than they ever helped. By the time I arrived, silence wasn't just something that happened to me it was the only thing I had left/0/48647/coverorgin.jpg?v=a559621f4c35bcae905fc84783d51803&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Babysitting the mute billionaire
Ava Adams tolerated living with her stepfather and her douchebag of a stepbrother. She lived her life being maltreated by them until luck smiled on her and she got a job to work in the Kings'mansion as a babysitter. She was glad to leave the hell hole she called a home. She got the shock of her/0/75731/coverorgin.jpg?v=e00e06b041880ecd0f748936318021cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MARRIED TO THE MUTE BARTENDER
Chloe Anderson nicknamed "The Mute Bartender" is a silent girl with steel in her spine, ice in her gaze, and a resolve to save her sick brother and escape the life that has held her captive. What she doesn't know is that she was born into something much bigger, a legacy written in secrets, betrayal,/1/107824/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf285472c43b3d7fb58a29c5353544c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Silent Revenge
I haven't spoken a word in three years. As a professional art restorer, I spent my days fixing seventeenth-century Dutch oils and playing the role of the perfect, silent wife to billionaire Arno Rutledge. I thought our marriage was a cold but stable arrangement, a gilded cage I had accepted to keep/1/119440/coverorgin.jpg?v=07cab37607af86c87da1db83dc992044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Silent Escape
Aurora stood in the freezing New York wind, clutching a late-stage liver cancer diagnosis in her trembling hands. She had rushed to her son's school seeking comfort, only to find her husband, Julian, and his adopted sister, Seraphina, playing the roles of the perfect parents. Seraphina had even sign/0/24164/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcb9be7bc70629634986bb5f350e8226&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha King's Mute Mate
Matured Content “I cannot make you my Luna, but I can make you my mistress!” Alpha Zyk’s hoarse voice pulled my numb mind alert as I squirmed under his heavy gaze. Every part of his body was strong and hard. I had never seen a man like this in my whole life. His ripped abs bulging from his arms were/0/72143/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a64689063a486390f83fb99decc83e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lycan King's Mute Mate
Aurora, a mute Luna, had it all - a powerful husband, Elijah, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and a loving sister, Indigo. But on their sixth wedding anniversary, her world comes crashing down because Elijah's infidelity with Indigo was the final blow. Publicly rejected and heartbroken by her husband/0/24861/coverorgin.jpg?v=046e8d2cca5e3807feb00ed25b009c51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Last Minute Bride
Evangeline was blackmailed to marry a ruthless Alpha in replacement of her sister. Anything she hated in her life was the werewolves. She had seen her father leaving her mother for another she-wolf. Why? Because her mother was a human and so is she!! Though her father loved her a lot despite her bei/1/107764/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1773e32f3e2d10948f2013298d543bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind
I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The n/0/86304/coverorgin.jpg?v=bccb64f716aaed926d1662f45617c124&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged to be the mute Alpha's wife
He's not just a mute Alpha... He's a ruthless beast He's a mafia boss He has killed his ex fiancée and his father! And I'm arranged to be his wife! .... I laid her gently on the bed. Suddenly, I started kissing her neck, and the next thing I knew, I was tearing off all her clothes-her pajamas,/1/107479/coverorgin.jpg?v=46ffc05752d322ad26a3664c7fe060ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
I woke up in a hospital bed with the sting of antiseptic in my nose and my body feeling like lead. My world had been turned upside down by a crash, but the nightmare was only beginning. Instead of a doctor, I found my Aunt Ursula and a man named Julian standing over me. They weren't there to comfor/1/104381/coverorgin.jpg?v=01f3559655f2dad8930cd3104bc3f097&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact
I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute/0/31582/coverorgin.jpg?v=e54be4218bf8eb677e0c29c6d45e3c68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Behind The Silhouette Of A Mute Slave
Princess Nieva of Kingdom Parzatine had a prophecy and that was to bring forth a powerful descendant that could defeat any kingdom, and that made the other kingdoms to chase her to be their queen. King Narcissus and Queen Rieva, her parents and even the Parzatines risked their lives to save her from/0/19356/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d5374929c5068644d8dd7645d9be46a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Howling Voice of a Mute Beauty
The best way to live in a sinful and harsh world is to choose your battles wisely. That was what the 23-year old Tayla Del Mariano knows ever since she was forced to live in a house with owls. The girl thought that staying silent and not arguing with fools will make her life easier closer to her goa/0/72203/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b672b1bd3e901f43d43a7c65b94934f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BILLIONAIRE'S MUTE NANNY
She's a young widow who lost everything. Her husband, her daughter and her voice due to trauma and grief. He's a billionaire idol and a single father to autistic genius twins. Betrayed by love, he became a sadist and swore never to love again. Hiring a mute nanny for his children was a terrible/1/107485/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee2cdef7493f422d0d30c9651b3ca9a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Wife's Secret Genius Comeback
For three years, I've played the role of the broken, mute trophy wife to the "Ice King" Heinrich Lloyd. While the world sees me as a fragile liability, I've been building a cage of silence to keep the monsters out, hiding my true identity as a high-level dark web hacker known as Ghost. The cage sha/1/107838/coverorgin.jpg?v=e67231f894a7f502979854e091d364a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Heiress: Her Cold Silent Revenge
The Pierre Hotel smelled of old money and stale ambition, but all I could taste was the copper of my own rage. I stood in the back of the ballroom, a "mute" shadow in a silk dress, watching my sister Brande play the grieving saint on stage. She wiped away a fake tear, telling the crowd I was too "u/0/77659/coverorgin.jpg?v=eec7eb2ecb6b8ed65c328ca2502ebb2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
