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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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Bound By Blood And Prophecy
"Yield Jessica! You know you can't defeat her!" "This is foolishness, Jess! You have to end it. Your bones are broken, and you are bleeding. If this continues, she will kill you!" They said to her through the mind-link. With her eyes glaring at her opponent, and a grin playing on her busted lips,/0/29207/coverorgin.jpg?v=88bd50110eb947d377f26ffb3f845b89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Prophecy
"On the blood moon eclipse, the child of prophecy shall be born." A mysterious attack by Rogues sent Red Crescent Pack to the ground, forcing them to seek refuge in the neighboring pack. Silver Hart, the Alpha's beloved Sister and a trained killer, narrowly escapes death and meets her mate Beta T/0/29238/coverorgin.jpg?v=55e56b174ee3e568f02be1362e5fa0b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Hidden Prophecy.
Damon Alamander. He's not just an alpha, he is THE ALPHA. Every pack knows his name, every woman wants to be his Luna. He is rude and arrogant and feared and respected by all that is until he meets his mate. Lianna Redwoods is a rogue on the run looking for safety anywhere she can find it. S/0/82684/coverorgin.jpg?v=63688dbc7532891483feea06616051bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking the Prophecy
Oakhaven, Vermont, lives by a chilling prophecy: my deaf-mute mother, Martha, will speak only three times, her words bearing immense, unsettling weight. For years, she was just a quiet enigma, her silence another local quirk. Then, the unwritten rule shattered. My father died mysteriously after her/0/74261/coverorgin.jpg?v=189a4a6940869b84674e6062e23fa3d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Prophecy
The Prophecy of the Warrior Like No Other In a world where power determines fate, one warrior race stood above all-so mighty that the world united against them, fearing their strength. They were hunted, erased... or so it was believed. But the prophecy spoke of a survivor. Born into exile, Kira e/0/89134/coverorgin.jpg?v=387247c3d6d6204d55bdb96fa1beb242&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ALPHA'S PROPHECY
At a Halloween party buzzing with masks and mischief, Rowena expected attention... maybe even a little chaos. She didn't expect him. A stranger in a long coat watches her with an intensity that freezes her pulse-then slips into the night. Rowena follows, guided by an instinct she can't explain. But/0/71418/coverorgin.jpg?v=f50a1d17db70b7c9fba56edfdb40271c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Quantum Prophecy
In a distant corner of the galaxy, an ancient alien artifact holds the key to unlocking humanity's true potential. But when ruthless forces seek to claim its power, a unlikely group of heroes must band together to prevent catastrophe. Join Captain Jaxon Vash, Dr. Sophia Patel, and their allies as th/0/23391/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1bf1cf5c75327ce72890603ba46ad54&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Prophecy
Damien, last name unknown, better known as the Devil's son. The heir to the Kingdom of hell, well, that is until some brave soul drives a silver blade through his dear father's heart. A heart whose affection he has never known. With a body carved to perfection, biceps that clench and flex, abs tigh/0/68687/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CYNOGRIFFON PROPHECY
BLURB The supernatural world is on the brink of war. Packs are divided due to power angry Alphas and Betas. Determined to be the sole rulers, most alphas are defying the rules set by the Moon Goddess. Raging wars in every packs that fail to support them. Believing that there's nothing or no one po/0/76081/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b099f2470562951eafd8fb1add0d8c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rejected Luna's Prophecy
She was born to be forgotten. Until fate made her unforgettable... On the night of her Wolf Awakening, sixteen-year-old Nyra Black's world shatters. Rejected by her fated mate-Alpha Jackson Lycan-in front of the entire pack and branded weak and unworthy, Nyra flees, heartbroken and humiliated. But/0/61536/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf25a176b00c418376355bc8252f0915&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Prophecy
In a world where werewolves reign supreme, one Alpha's destiny is written in the stars. Alaric, the powerful and enigmatic leader of the Silver Moon Pack, has lived his life in the shadow of an ancient prophecy. Foretold at his birth under the ominous Blood Moon, the prophecy speaks of an Alpha who/0/22243/coverorgin.jpg?v=d212e8d718002d294b1a0d8d8d8b477f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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HATRED MARRIAGE
"He's a murderer, you're an assassin. You're basically meant for each other." Zachary said in a cocky tone. "We made a deal, Zachary, I picked you, not Sinclair." Hannah claimed. "1.2 billon dollars is unreasonable." Zachary said. "Sinclair gave my uncle 1 billion. I just need you to top his. It'/0/57790/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e02337ce5b8603807e3a373eecbfc59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Destiny The Prophecy
My name is Hazel Valentine and I am 18 years old. I was raised by my rich aunt and uncle because my parents died. I woke up in a completely strange room. With no time to think or explore, I hear a series of footsteps and the voices of two men talking. Had I been kidnapped and sold to the old man? I/0/58083/coverorgin.jpg?v=265b95a18144089a394fa37156906881&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred
"Abram, please... give me the ring," she sobbed, tears streaking down her naked skin as she fell to her knees before the man she once called her husband. His cruel laughter filled the room, the sound of a predator savoring his prey. "Crawl to me," he ordered, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasur/0/36446/coverorgin.jpg?v=80de4c43d67e56306a662694190e808a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY HATRED For LOVE
PROLOGUE Devon the Alpha of Grey pack lost his mother at a young age which made him grow so much hatred for their neighboring packs because the death of his mother was an assassination of some masked werewolves from another pack. Due to the cruel death of Luna Samantha, Alpha Tyler developed a h/0/82716/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff1a1e5069d92cbebd31d091ae78e66e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Prophecy
My mother, Evelyn, was born deaf-mute, burdened by an ancient prophecy: she would speak three times, and disaster would follow each utterance. I, Sarah, grew up under this constant, quiet dread. The first words came when I was a teenager, a rough whisper to my father, David: "Don't go, David." Ho/1/109639/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260402182741&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The billionaire lust and hatred
The family of Williams are known to be strict, rigid and too controlling; they set barriers and closed edges between relations and an interloper. A family once filled with wealth and life of riches went bankrupt after it was discovered most of its stocks were poorly managed by top board members/0/38595/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230223000352&imageMogr2/format/webp)
