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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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Miserable Substitute Wife
Zaniyah Moore was born into a prosperous family. She possesses abundance, beauty, and talent. Nonetheless, in an unforeseeable twist of destiny, she and her family lost everything. Her parents were indebted, and she had no idea how to repay such a large sum of money. The debt collector desires for/0/61153/coverorgin.jpg?v=78d06039b228172c0e11853c642558c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adieu To My Miserable Romance
Sure! Here’s the translation: --- In my freshman year, I was confessed to by my dream guy. Liam boldly presented me with a bouquet of roses in front of the whole class. I was so excited that I cried in public and took the microphone, responding to him incoherently: “Liam, I like you too! I’ve l/0/39262/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed3b5366f882bd673402135e0d1c68bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Mistake
Abby is a nerdy girl who is best friend with the best playboy in school Huxley Ford. After getting told by her boyfriend that she is boring and that is the reason why he cheated on her, Abby decide to get drunk for once and ended up in bed with her best friend. Hux fears responsibility and try to k/0/53752/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The miserable wife of a billionaire
I received a strong slap from my wife "HOW DARE YOU POUR JUICE ON KELLY'S DRESS!!" Loud shout at my wife He slapped me again so I sat on the floor "S-Sorry d-I didn't mean to" he stammered My vision is getting blurry because of the tears that keep flowing in my eyes "You didn't mean it, huh" he/0/67404/coverorgin.jpg?v=02e12e16310ade7626c653c29afdcd78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Dad's Best Friend.
Emily Williamson, an 18 year old girl, is the only child of both of her parents, who are average earners. She doesn't always bring friends around but is used to her parents bringing their friends over. She feels uncomfortable whenever one of her father's friends comes over, but she thinks it's just/0/19810/coverorgin.jpg?v=3559b43d336fa7011c2d4ea17dfebd34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best friend's Sister
James left Texas 6 years ago to further his education. After graduating with an MBA, he goes back to his hometown to visit his parents and old friends whom he missed a lot. He also yearns to rekindle his friendship with his childhood bestfriend. But one obstacle stands in the way of all that...his/0/66293/coverorgin.jpg?v=0023ed7ff36e8a25df2a3c7d3bde44c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend's Brother
"Crawl to me, Jo," his voice was a low, dangerous command. I crossed my arms, glaring at him, trying to ignore the pulse of my blood and the heat pooling between my legs. "Make me," I shot back. His smirk was the only warning I got. I knew I was in deep trouble. --- Joan Madison has always despis/0/47428/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9748e4a7d84ffe3fa2f553f05df6292&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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At Agincourt
The long and bloody feud between the houses of Orleans and Burgundy - which for many years devastated France, caused a prodigious destruction of life and property, and was not even relaxed in the presence of a common enemy - is very fully recorded in the pages of Monstrellet and other contemporary/0/22470/coverorgin.jpg?v=4aa559cfa265f60ff51494230eaa5de7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
AT LAST
Meet Linda, a young widow whose billionaire husband died in a fire accident. He willed all of his properties to her before the accident, making her splendidly rich. After the death of her husband, she became sad and indifferent because he was the only person who cherished her - He took her from t/0/73381/coverorgin.jpg?v=49374034dafb6ed4d12d10534962a1ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
AT Moonlight
Lyra, a young Omega, loses everything when her village is ravaged by the ruthless Lycan King of Duson's Pack. Orphaned and sold into the Crimson Pack-where Omegas are seen as harbingers of misfortune-she struggles to conceal her identity, but secrets have a way of unraveling. Fate deals her a cruel/0/66751/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250113174058&imageMogr2/format/webp)
AT SUNSET
She is the heir to Hades' throne, forged in unholy fire and bound to the underworld. For 365 days, she walks the earth, half-demon and half-human, caught in a tempest of forbidden love and dark destiny. Torn between two lovers-a fragile mortal who stirs her hidden heart and a powerful demon who prom/0/18530/coverorgin.jpg?v=12bcc192a0a4e94398599e9a3e6217f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trial Of The Senses
Seven years ago, a night with a mysterious man brought Ashley a child. However, she suffered an accidental miscarriage. What was worse, her boyfriend cheated on her with her younger sister, and the two of them kicked her out of the house. In order to make a living, she became a member of the papar/0/44630/coverorgin.jpg?v=a24e5c6769af6fa7314b6a46824ebeb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Friend's Brother
"Why did you leave the party in such a hurry earlier?" Ignoring her sarcasm, Kaleb changed the subject. He just had to ask! The audacity he had! Sasha smirked. "Did you want to enjoy seeing the girl you just kissed a few minutes ago making a friendly chat with your girlfriend?" she snapped, her wou/0/94955/coverorgin.jpg?v=25edabb872391e9b7399f8d10c183ee4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Friends' Reckless Cravings
"I am starving, Len..." But that hunger was for her. ~~~ For ten years, Alex has been nothing more than Lena's best friend. They have the sweetest relationship ever and have shared laughter, heartbreak, late-night secrets, everything. Until the night he gets hard for sweet, innocent best friend/1/115972/coverorgin.jpg?v=84d582529189e79e59a16abbbea5bdac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison. But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed. "Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back." That same night, I ended u/0/7740/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f0493ade30ef9706fa8887140895535&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Living for the Best
Excerpt: ... because in his words and attitude he stood alone. He had no following among priests or prophets to back him. With one consent they affirmed that he was wrong and that a lie was on his lips when he predicted desolation if present practices were continued. It is a great hour in any man's/0/21970/coverorgin.jpg?v=867125683287763b9b2892edfd3b0ca0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
