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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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Mr. President Contracted Marriage
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Reborn: The President Contracted Wife
"You signed the contract, Bianca." Damien's voice was dark, and laced with cruel possession as he towered over her. "That means when I say strip, you strip. When I say crawl, you get on your knees. And when I say beg... well, show me how desperate you can be." Bianca clenched her fists, trembling an/0/47479/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Loved by Mr President
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Mr Ceo Contracted Wife
Twenty three years Lisa, has it all brains, beauty and a thriving career as an interior designer. What she doesn't have is any interest in marriage, especially not to Thomas Nicklson, Her family's arrogant business partner's son. She would rather stay single forever than be shackled to him. To es/0/38303/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9375f5d4f6b1092848933ff2f932132&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. President, Please Love Me
"Mr. President, please love me. It would be the best thing you've ever done." The snobbish woman said with a serious face. "So, which position would you rather I love you in?" A tall man raised his eyebrows. Raymond Holmes, the golden bachelor in City B, is not only highly "feminophobic", but also/0/61289/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab85497b9aafe0428659f4b28746d755&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. President Got Me Pregnant
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Mr. President is a vampire
Cleopatra's sister set her up with one of the guys on campus to have his way with her, however, she was able to escape the trap and ended up in another room at the nightclub. Since she was intoxicated, she had no idea what she was doing while she was seducing a hungry vampire. Her birthday was suppo/0/42320/coverorgin.jpg?v=ede5a1a88305b8e4ec0559f186ac9a85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secretly Married to Mr. President
Philippine President Jason Velasquez was secretly married to Jaya Angela Mariana Pilyana a poor girl, innocent one and has a pure gold hearted, He did this to get his father's inheritance from him. Does he love Jaya? No. Does he care about Jaya? Nope. Does he feel anything for Jaya? Fuzzy. As time g/0/20146/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d3baadfb86ffb3486759f97933fd24d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr President, We Meet Again!
Lin Wen Xin is a beautiful woman, born with elegant and distinctive features. There are countless men chasing after her love, but she has never accepted any one of them. She will always remember the promise that her first love made to her in high school, "Wait for me, you will be the only girl that/0/77268/coverorgin.jpg?v=489c18140eeb82a132525a822b200fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contracted Alliance; Accidental marriage
Leena and Zack are two best friends from childhood. The modern day Bonnie and Clyde, their relationship was the envy of many. Especially, that of her Stepmother Lily and step sister, Kara. Both children of Billionaires, their relationship is threatened when their parents suggest a u ion between the/0/64850/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241028161403&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contracted Marriage with my Boss
How does it feel to have a drunkard as a father? Who snatches every dime you earn same as your mother? This is so for Vivian, a poor yet strong girl. Her father is a drunkard while her poor mother keeps the family going with the little earnings from her restaurant. And also sponsors her last child t/0/20191/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eb66965f0a7bac77c700d01775a7ee2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A One Night Stand With Mr President
Adeline Monteiro, An humble, Smart, Beautiful yet extremely broke lady. Living in a worn out crabby one bedroom apartment in Manhattan and on the verge of being kicked out, Fed up and tired of her life, She goes to a club and drink her sorrow away. She ends up having too much to drink as she spend/0/74872/coverorgin.jpg?v=07750c9f9ec203688a8c27c9c99a1019&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Price's contract marriage
To pay for her dying mother's surgery, Elena has to make a bold move and all the risk in the world and enter a contract marriage with the lost ruthless bachelor in Manhattan. Mr. Price is rich, handsome, enigmatic and refuses to be tied down by marriage, especially one his grandfather planned for hi/0/62269/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d39e3e7c3ef0325fc19c9b66fe7748f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage with Mr. Stranger
"Juliana receives a shocking order from a man who turned out to be her fiancé, Alex, and her sister, Sarah, at a luxurious hotel. Feeling betrayed, devastated and cheated got drunk at a bar, where Alex's sister, Amber, taunts her, making her feel like a victim. A mysterious, handsome stranger sav/0/44916/coverorgin.jpg?v=e50cb87f1532e2185d53a13f45d6c430&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contracted CEO: A Marriage Of Convenience
After a night of passion during her celebratory vacation, Cass disappears, leaving Marcus confused. Three years later, she is a top lawyer who gets outsmarted by her treacherous fiance. Losing a case that cost her career, the lawyer finds herself as the personal assistant to her fling. “Marry me/0/50059/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f5505a72a8bdf9d44b767696ce3dc19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contracted Marriage With The Alpha Prince
"I don't think you can pay off your family's debt, even if you work day and night, for the next ten years, Ms. Lane." "What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following." "Marry me, Melissa Lane." He leaned in close. His hand lifted my chin, so my eyes looked straight onto his./0/82360/coverorgin.jpg?v=113d5e992120b54c0fa0df3327d02689&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contracted Marriage Five-Years Lie
My marriage to Isabella Vance was a carefully constructed lie, a five-year contract to secure my family's legacy. It looked perfect on the outside, a power couple united, but inside, it was a cold charade, a grim reminder of the love I'd lost. The terms were clear: at the contract's end, freedom./0/48758/coverorgin.jpg?v=eadc44db747bf9b282f322d0c935b22c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage With Mr. Devil
Leora Adhisti is a 20-year-old girl, a cheerful and careless girl. She is the only child of Prayoga Alexander, who is a big businessman in New York City. But life is like a spinning wheel; the Alexander family went bankrupt. Leora Adhisti needs a lot of money for her father's surgery. Due to an inc/0/20088/coverorgin.jpg?v=68425c85187573f2b4d8cfac414cae7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
