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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 King of Hell
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The world of hell
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Owner of my hell
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Hell Of A Marriage
The room is awfully quiet except for Keenan's laboured breath and my heavily pounding heart. His hands are planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if he's thinking about all the regretful things he's done in his life. Why does this it feel like the beginning of another disastrous/0/58986/coverorgin.jpg?v=93a19cb08209841d3df55718d1eabe86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Flame Of Hell
Let's cut the long story short: I'm an heiress turned into a slave not just any ordinary slave but a slave to the most dangerous mafia. I wasn't supposed to be in this position, it was supposed to be my best friend. Am Irene snow Porter and these how my journey to hell began/0/21654/coverorgin.jpg?v=f21137efbb95481abc05bb21ea9b47be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Descendant of hell alpha knight
..THE DESCENDANTS OF THE HELL ALPHA KNIGHT PROLOGUE. He was born with a divine heart, different power in him and he had many destiny to fulfill. One of his destiny is to bring peace and end the reign of Daker Daker the one with the power of darkness knew about the prophecy of hi/0/25084/coverorgin.jpg?v=70f8b3394a5a845d96737c24a5ba316e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell Marriage
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Hell Island
I looked at the Form and read it. Hotel accommodation is free, food is free and there is an allowance what kind of field trip is this? There is an allowance I continued reading and there was a letter that startled me and grabbed my attention "ONCE YOU LAY YOUR FEET ON MY ISLAND, IT MEANS YOU ALRE/0/51270/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240420014310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Émie's Hell
An unethical relationship between teachers and students was the kind of thing that would generate lifelong criticism. However, with so many problems in his life, Michael didn't see himself giving up on what he really wanted for himself. Life didn't offer him many good things, so he became a man full/0/92628/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e2fe4a9064e9b4d30ff56ef035e23e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold to the Prince of Hell
"I will not let you take me alive" was the last thing she said before it all went dark. Watching both her parents murdered and their kingdom torn to ruins, it seems Leiya's life cannot get any worse, but it does. She is forcefully torn away from her sister and sent as a gift to appease Helion, rule/0/82861/coverorgin.jpg?v=92322cc02a94fa6c37d7253fe91f3fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Son of Whisperwind
Our baby boy was gone, a tiny knitted cap all that remained. Seven months, and we nearly made it. But before I could even properly grieve, my wife, Izzy, obsessed over her ex, Julian. She' d already made the ultimate sacrifice for him: our son, a victim of a desperate, experimental "cure." Julia/0/16901/coverorgin.jpg?v=49f2a690f1506196a7e999321e6150b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Mated With the Prince Of Hell
''Claire, the man you love is gone, and if you want to get him back, you need to sacrifice yourself! '' ''No! All vampires go to hell, and I don't want that to happen!'' I refused. Did you forget that you're a witch?! You can change back time!'' I freeze hearing Hade's word. ''Oops, I'm sorry, but y/0/23953/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f30120b467459c323c0ad9e0552b3c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Son of the Sea
When Charles was 10 years old he and his father went on a trip. On their way back his father decided to take a short cut, the road was very bad and at the edge of a cliff. Little did his father know a storm was coming. The rainfall was brutal against the windshield and the fog was horrible. The los/0/1608/coverorgin.jpg?v=3758247b46a3e74346fb97c3f2a0b604&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Son of Tarzan
The Son of Tarzan is a novel by American writer Edgar Rice Burroughs, the fourth in his series of books about the title character Tarzan. The story begins 10 years after the conclusion of the previous novel, which places it about 1923. Tarzan (John Clayton) would be about 34 and his son, Jack, aroun/0/85043/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c419bfad2b42ce2b0cfba85f0919603&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession, My Hell
My marriage to David Miller was a picture of perfection, a dream life built on his charm and our shared happiness. Then came the call: my mother in an accident, and David, my husband, utterly unreachable. Hours bled into sterile dread in the hospital waiting room, a dread far deeper than my mother/0/60772/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The angel from hell
He is a priest who is venerated and idolized by the town of Machia because he is a descendant of a king who lived there centuries ago. She is the heiress of one of the country's richest and most powerful politicians and lives in a world surrounded by luxury. He is centered, intelligent, creative a/0/61394/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0bd5ef3b92ac5306284301a908b4615&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped In Hell
CLANK! The cup fell on the floor and broke to pieces, while Hazel stood in shock, her mouth agape and her tiny body shivered in fear, she had read a lot of fairytale and watched a lot of horror movies she knew she shouldn't have watched, but this was no fairytale nor was it a horror movie, it was/0/17799/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5c1c8cb5b7e0e3e1890c435c94ada6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thirty Years In Hell
A structure of enlightenment is to be built in this land, which to finish, every man of intellectual power must contribute. The structure which I refer to, is the structure of "SPIRITUAL LIBERTY," as the spiritual part of man must have room to expand and grow the same as any other God-given privi/0/80297/coverorgin.jpg?v=d45a9a428d68743dd9093b4d01fd90d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
