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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 Mysterious Alphas daughter
Who believes in happy endings or happy ever afters. Everyone but certainly not me, the only thing I believed in for real was wars, blood bathed wars. I had a list of goals *Avoid my dad who is the Alpha * Train hard to become one of the best fighters *Graduate from Oxford college *Find my true p/0/17911/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3df31b7ad2f3d49b8fd1f6015bda33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Assassin's Daughter
Iris “Prisoner……. Captive….. Slave…..” Those are little words when it comes down to me. My teenage was almost gone and when I saw myself standing in my adulthood, I realized I lost so many things including myself. Because I was his prisoner. I was Bratva’s captive and he left no stone unturned to/0/50927/coverorgin.jpg?v=428be91795e40bd3b783f726970b81b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The General’s Genius Daughter
Rong Qiyue had a fulfilling life. She ran a successful restaurant, had an adorable son, and was happily married… or so she thought. Murdered by her husband and his secret mistress, she finds herself reborn as Hua Qiyue, the daughter of a famous general. After rescuing her son, Tianci, from those who/0/12747/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e6626122ee3b618269ff02e53b7a066&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daughter of the Sun
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The Lunas Daughter
* sequel to My Revenge! * They say, " The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." And that is exactly what happened to Daniella Mathews, who had to face the same thing her mother did. Rejection. "No mom! I'm not you! Sebastian's not dad! And this rejection won't be mended! You saw something in dads/0/82310/coverorgin.jpg?v=68c634d28e1403f3503044681af544c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Daughter She Forgot
I watched my wife, Jessica, lavish attention on her brother Mark and his son, Leo, while our own daughter, Chloe, faded into the background, a ghost in her own home. But the breaking point wasn't a loud argument; it was the terrifying, quiet wheeze of our six-year-old needing an ER visit for a seve/0/88632/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c8fec343947f9cc08f4a9a2e20318e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Luna's Daughter
Jenine could see him shifting back to his human form as he walked up to her, his eyes piercing deeply into hers as if searching her soul. "You shouldn't be out here this late," the words rolled out of his mouth heavily like a stream of water thundering down a waterfall. "I... I didn't..." Jenine/0/85002/coverorgin.jpg?v=14610879b5bf82660d4befd6e4c5df3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Daughter
The familiar hum of the private jet landing used to lull me to sleep. But this time, it was a siren, screaming their return. My parents, my brother, and Maya – the girl who would not only destroy my life but also steal my family's very essence. They called me Ava Thompson, "brilliant but unwanted/0/22689/coverorgin.jpg?v=74ff449e33d16e54faf22735ce86e90b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daughter of the Naga
Since the death of her mother, Nikita Azarova has been traveling with her father, who is an archaeologist. On one research trip, her father brings her to an ancient city of Angkor, where she hopes to get a sense of connection with her mother's birthplace. Instead, something happens when they arrive/0/58094/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding the Millioner's daughter.
PROLOGUE: "Shaniya Venice Gershwin !!" I heard a baritone voice from behind me as a rock as I stood when I heard his voice. "Why?" I didn't answer and looked at him. "Where are you going?" She asked my eyebrows at me. "Wherever you are and I will not see you!" I shouted at him and I hoped I shou/0/79963/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec3c0a2669021ad2f7dfd7ed9562470c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daughter of the empire
She thought she was human. She was wrong. For fourteen years, Miri lived a quiet life, sheltered by the lies of loving parents who kept her hidden from a world that would tear her apart. But when tragedy strikes, the truth unravels with brutal force. Her name. Her identity. Even her safety was nev/0/1281/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122153034&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Red Rat’s Daughter
If John Grantham Browne had a fault — which, mind you, I am not prepared to admit — it lay in the fact that he was the possessor of a cynical wit which he was apt at times to use upon his friends with somewhat peculiar effect. Circumstances alter cases, and many people would have argued/0/1649/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122193144&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Admiral's Daughter
Spring had come to the West Country, a joyous spring laden with soft airs and odours of distant flowering lands, and filling the hearts of men with a restless delight. It seemed impossible not to be happy, with a blue sky flecked by little clouds running down to meet a blue sea, the hedgerows gleami/0/4650/coverorgin.jpg?v=b747c1da32bad97a04b2a0433ba48d75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Alpha's Daughter
It was a century ago when A pack of wolves decided to stop fighting. They must give up everything in order to gain the benefits of tranquility. Some of them opt to stay, while others choose to flee. Hide in the farthest reaches of the earth. In a world where they wouldn't be seen again. They give u/0/97903/coverorgin.jpg?v=9dddf685313df1b10ddebb00a3e107e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ENEMY'S DAUGHTER
Her father was killed and then the killer made her his wife Avelina Moretti's life ended the night her father, a feared mafia boss of the Moretti's organization is gunned down in a fight ordered by his rival, Allessandro Rossi. Before she was able to bury him, She was dragged away from the cemetery/0/62924/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0ce1b7943dec46d40dfb647a2f6306c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter
"Why did you bend over, Maverick?" "Because you told me to, assh*le." "I'm so tempted to f*ck you right now. You're the most exquisite woman I've ever been with, the only beautiful thing I see and have." "Then what are you waiting for? Just punish me already!" *** MAVERICK As a working coll/0/22899/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddff7527a5207fa604cccb6e26072ea6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
