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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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His Elusive Antidote
"Skye, please," Jaxon's voice was desperate, but I couldn't bear to look at him after what I'd learned. "Listen to me first, baby." "What is there to explain?" My words were bitter. "Why keep it hidden until now?" He didn't respond. I let out a mixture of sobs and laughter. "See?" "Skye, please./0/89211/coverorgin.jpg?v=4040a6a088490757ff29058baefe0170&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Antidote, Her Torment
For five years, I was Julian Heath's dirty little secret. As the CEO of a tech empire, he was a king, but a rare neurotoxin made him a prisoner. My unique biochemistry was his only antidote, requiring hours of intimate contact to keep him alive. He was convinced I was the one who poisoned him—an ob/0/3359/coverorgin.jpg?v=76e7b0221884132815cc1685c39dc323&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elusive Isabel
A spy classic of epic proportions by Jacques Futrelle, author of The Thinking Machine Isabel Thorne—half Italian, half British—is a formidable international spy. Employed by the Italian secret service, her mission is to ensure the signing of a secret contract allying Latin countries agai/0/60685/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elusive Bella
Bella is a High school teen with a rare disease called prosopagnosia also known as face blindness. It is a rare disorder that makes one unable to recognize faces. Bella is determined to get out of high school and get into Harvard or Cambridge, without her disease being noticed or humiliated. And tha/0/44230/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7bc3bcff2a406ab881e1788d1d4565b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elusive Billionaire Seduction
I was shaking, shivering like a leaf in autumn as the cold water cascaded over me, I wanted to feel clean, I did, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed I wouldn't be. Tears gathered at my eyes and fell, mixing with the water. "I love you, Avery, and nothing can change that." Came the sof/0/72234/coverorgin.jpg?v=7509df3adf36060f5a46a89669d4ddf6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Elusive Luna
Alpha Luciano ruled with an iron fist, his dominance and his power remain unchallenged No one dared to question his authority and his ruthless grip on their territorial dominion was absolute and final. Imagine the surprise of this early 30's handsome, dirty blond-haired, muscular, 6'4 corporate bill/0/80458/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0d974593f37847887e0f41ba4af0ad1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Elusive Heiress
Nora Ryan, a beautiful billionairess, has a pattern of rejecting proposals due to her family's history of love and heartbreak. When Collins, a handsome billionaire, enters her life, Nora finds herself drawn to him. As their romance blossoms, Nora's defenses begin to crumble. However, a shocking twis/0/58512/coverorgin.jpg?v=3181730831dc7f2ce435af829b1fc6c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vampire King's Only Antidote
“Lor…Lord Kamaz” Zelda moaned as she held onto Ragnar’s shoulders. She could feel the temperature of his skin and he was cold to the touch but yet she felt like she was burning. ‘How is it possible that someone this cold could transfer this level of heat?’ He had only placed a kiss on her neck and/1/121216/coverorgin.jpg?v=440008a3305e39bdac7bac022e331952&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Touch Is My Antidote
I worked myself to the bone to fund my boyfriend's startup and take care of my severely ill sister. But when I went to a club to find him, I caught him making out with my best friend. "Once I gift-wrap Gwen for that big shot at Crawford's firm, my seed funding is a done deal." He even mocked my c/0/21808/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f4ed391ae7772cde4fd06f8dd6eb911&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mysterious Man: Lousy Daddy Or Big Boss
She suffered the betrayal from her husband and stepsister and fell into their trap. As a result, she gave birth to triplets but had no idea who their father was. Five years later, she came back as a big shot, who was an A-list jewelry designer and future CEO with a black belt in Taekwondo. Unknown t/0/19843/coverorgin.jpg?v=3acbf5109f91059ee4234d707a15ba62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS
"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him/0/60849/coverorgin.jpg?v=15772b40152a48760ccadd3e1d6f0090&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mate, His Seductress
NINETEEN years old Elsa Welmat only has one job and that's to seduce the Alpha Heir of Blood moon pack into falling for her. Being the wolfless daughter of the dead Alpha of Damien Wyatt of Crest Lake Pack, her life has been hard and all she ever wants is to make those who caused her parents’ death/0/26076/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4aa52510d045e2daefe96cf8032c093&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Soul & His Shame
Love! is this word beautiful or deceitful? I am tired of hearing him say that soulless I love you and get back to his mistress, side-chick, or whatever. it is not like we are in a relationship or we are a couple. the relationship we are in is more than something which shouldn't be named. I just wan/0/64412/coverorgin.jpg?v=4403ec33f26b93b0ed7b07dda5dc78c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His tutor, his possession.
*Look at him with those eyes again and I'll gouge out his. Your gaze is mine...and so are you.* Miracles do happen. But could Scott also call it a miracle when a stranger suddenly shows up on the school rooftop where he was about to take his life, pays off all his debt, baths him, feeds him, cloths/0/87687/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8f4e18bc202124f6c9ec58999fb3378&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His bride,His rule
You are my bride. You wear my name. That means you follow my rules." Calla Rose Hart never planned to be someone's possession.Never in her whole life. But when her family crumbles and her little brother's life hangs in the balance, she signs away her future in one ruthless agreement. Marry Lucian/0/40008/coverorgin.jpg?v=e21c4f16da83a266bbd0bf1e618d3dcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Bestie, His Honey
He have loved her since childhood, but she saw him as a brother and her best friend and because of this he began to have numerous girlfriend to forget about her but it was impossible. He decided to confess to her on her eighteenth birthday but was too much of a chicken to do so because he was/1/109597/coverorgin.jpg?v=869fe232e21521c5fc829742e44e2393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Luna, His Enemy, His Doctor
I was just a doctor. Saving lives. Following science. Believing in facts. Until the night a dying stranger was wheeled into my ER... and healed before my eyes. He wasn't human. He was an Alpha. And the moment he touched me, he claimed me. Mine. Now I'm trapped inside a world I was never meant/0/67761/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3142f89e12e231e0ec6f954f1e28a51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His
"I appreciate your help, but it's too risky." "You're worth the risk, Sienna." After a moment of staring into his electric blue eyes, I gave in. We ended up transferring everything I had, which wasn't much, into his car. 25 year old Sienna Williams hooks up with a handsome stranger. As a result/0/81244/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5c5d1de989cb610c10262569e926c1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Aunt, His Sanctuary
For a year, I was nothing but a ghost in the Vanderbilt penthouse, Seraphina's secret plaything, her devoted bodyguard. I loved her with a silent, burning devotion, always there, always ready to serve. Then, as casually as she' d summoned me to her bed, she dismissed me. Her wedding to Julian Ast/0/92147/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f247912123dccffaa74da126e3bd7a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
