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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 Withered Doll
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The Play Boy's Doll
Moans escape me, and I feel my eyes turn moist with pleasure as I hold his head to my breast with my left hand. He keeps rolling his tongue over my nipple, and sucking it while slamming his long fingers deep into my pussy, and pulling them back out, only to repeat the action. "Oh God, I'm gonna p/1/109478/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0d7a772250542843d4610e17dd9585d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BADBOY Baby Doll
THE BADBOY'S Baby Doll "So you're admitting you're a bad person?" I teased. "I'm a bad boy." "Then that makes me a bad girl?" "No." He gently tilted my chin upward. His eyes locked onto mine. A dark smirk appeared on his lips. "You're beautiful like a doll. Feisty and str/0/32464/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1b905f2ce3e1b6a5c6af154c630be3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Hidden Doll
Tom Calvin, a billionaire who wallows in steady sadness due to the unsatisfactory nature of his sexual life. He believes that pleasure is necessary, but it mustn't be pretentious. All women who sleep with the billionaire fake their moans in order to make him feel satisfied and in the end receive som/1/113071/coverorgin.jpg?v=926ca13fb19949c3e344f0f6b69b66c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Broken Doll Returns
Five years ago, I was sentenced to prison for a car accident that left Blaire Lowe fighting for her life in the ICU. The day I was finally released, I thought the nightmare was over, but it had only just begun. Carson Long, the man who once loved me, was waiting. He didn't see a victim of a tragic a/0/7218/coverorgin.jpg?v=83f80b6cdb957c71d1bce63860fce716&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland
Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland by Abigail Stanley Hanna/0/25320/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220126183206&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, On A Withered Path.
Sam Greenwood has always enjoyed a committed and happy relationship with his purported fiancee Clara Shaw. Their relationship flourished for four years, unknown to the couple that they belonged to two contrasting worlds. However, things took a new turn when the real identify of Sam was revealed to C/0/82553/coverorgin.jpg?v=03e668352b29ddb0e0b7e8493748a860&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Doll
I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate. Then he left me for his "true love." In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong. He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was th/0/82936/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdbbe072a515bee3929563e9febc5163&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lydia's Living Doll
My guardian, Marcus Thorne, kept me in a life of lavish control, a gilded cage where my every thought was observed. On my 18th birthday, my innocent declaration of love shattered his carefully constructed world, unleashing a chilling rage I never knew he possessed. He deemed me "impure," and I wok/0/82732/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250805102808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Billionaire And The Broken Doll
Jessica Whitaker was sold to a mafia boss to pay off her father's debt trained to seduce, used to destroy. But when billionaire Javier Fernando lays eyes on her, everything changes. Cold, powerful, and emotionally untouchable, Javier sees something in Jessica that awakens a dangerous obsession. He/1/120945/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfd0d4704c9e8eed732bce4a422f9d99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Doll Is Now Untouchable
I spent five years building a multi-million-dollar legitimate fashion empire for my mafia boss boyfriend. But to the world, I was just a ghost forced to wear shapeless black rags while he bought his female enforcer diamond gowns. Everything shattered when that same enforcer framed me for fraud and/1/106344/coverorgin.jpg?v=2376373542221500a3b661be53fe3c80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape
I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man’s wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he’d plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting ev/0/73297/coverorgin.jpg?v=08ba178f079652f25399793aa8131d52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
PLAYER: DIRTY DOLL
"Rose, do you have to be this shameless?" He yanked her hair tighter, forcing her to lift her face. She stared straight into his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, I'm shameless. But what, you think you're any better? Talking about marriage one minute and pounding into me like crazy the next. We'/1/112936/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c07367908e1b0f4950d3743b68064b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Doll Walks Away Forever
I spent three years playing the role of the perfect, silent wife in Elek Hamilton’s penthouse, treated as little more than an expensive piece of furniture. When I finally gathered the courage to ask for a divorce, he didn't even look at me, dismissing my request as a childish tantrum or a ploy for a/0/17718/coverorgin.jpg?v=eefde6c5b79112aaa5c34533ed3d17b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Tears Of Emma: He's Sex Doll
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A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife
I was a good architect, overseeing my dream project, until a fire on the 45th floor burned my life to the ground. I saved a man, but in return, the flames took my face and my future, leaving me a disfigured monster. Then he appeared like a savior—Carter Long, the brilliant plastic surgeon I’d secre/1/103387/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b6eeccddf65a314de6a4254dddb44e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Captive Doll To The World's Unstoppable Queen
Everyone in Manhattan envied me for being married to Julian Sterling, the "Saint of Wall Street." After a tragic accident ended my ballet career, he was the ultimate devoted husband, carrying me when I couldn't walk and managing my "mental episodes" with saintly patience. But inside our fifty-milli/1/102347/coverorgin.jpg?v=043a2e5913dc98f45ff521202a144e31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen
I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my e/1/105877/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb7288db2133eb554d3720fcb90c6286&imageMogr2/format/webp)
