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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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Temptation Of The CEO
That one test result has completely defined Mandy's life. Forced by her family to become a thief, she found herself falling on the very first try. To get the money to save her brother, she was coerced by her stepmother to be bedded by an unknown man. It was a simple deal, with a simple goal. However/0/93134/coverorgin.jpg?v=c50e6e5da598e8d29a9fe021f475c031&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Zillionaire's Obsession
⚠️Warning: Not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. "Aria!" She flinched like the word was a weapon. "Get your useless ass out of bed. Now." Her heartbeat skittered. She forced her feet to the floor, the wood cold against her soles, and opened the door carefully and quietly, as if noi/0/31572/coverorgin.jpg?v=625c67d95885a2fc84ff27df5c47e6ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage: Spoiled By My Mysterious Husband
Three years ago, Eunice gave birth to triplets, but only one of the three children survived—or so she was told. In order to inherit her mother's property, Eunice was forced to marry a poor but handsome computer programmer. After getting married to this mysterious man, she started to wonder… Three ye/0/87511/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e775422334f670e69f6c64b54372b11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife
"Wasn't I good in bed? Didn't I spoil you enough? What the hell did those fuckers give you that I couldn't?" My husband, Dean, yells at me for the very first time, gripping my hand and when I look into his eyes, I see how much he's hurting, how much he believed all the lies, how much he's not willin/0/1102/coverorgin.jpg?v=b417733cee27fb8f7a771d8a1f726e2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Stepsister
"Who's the bastard's father?" Marcello's cold eyes narrowed to the test results in her hand and then locked with Emilia's but her gaze averted from his in fear of his reaction.After all, he was the only one she slept with. His tone slightly became louder as he said,"Answer me, Emilia."She squinted h/1/105410/coverorgin.jpg?v=68bf1b78d60cae51b9e167ecf8a0a734&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With My Billionaire Boss
I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology/0/36994/coverorgin.jpg?v=04a5bcfb0353f2529f9be7429ef60e32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adorable Twins: Daddy, Stay Away!
Melissa could tolerate being deceived and humiliated, but being framed was a different story. Three years of marriage was less important in her husband’s eyes than a teardrop from his other woman, Arielle. Finally, on a rainy day, she was ruthlessly abandoned. Five years later, Melissa sh/0/18633/coverorgin.jpg?v=6889bae8df84ece32f71c921f6b1103e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal of Love: Ex-husband Comes To Me Again
It was a strange night for Windy when she caught Shawn, the man who once swore to marry her, and her own sister having a passionate scene before their wedding. Although Shawn insisted that he had mistaken Carol by accident, Windy was well aware of the fact that he had feelings towards her sister si/0/18653/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cad8506400547100cafc59f3dc2eeae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Your Love Shoots Me Down
When Armani left for a business meeting abroad, her fiance had an affair with her very own sister. The betrayal, humiliation, and lack of self-dignity plunged her into the center of gossip, as the rumors spread like wildfire. Wanting to drown her anger and sorrow, she went out for a drink and or/0/18419/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a68fdbf3a786e7258c707c99569c6ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
