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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 alpha's white witch
Emerald was born into a family of witches. On top of that, her father is a mafia lord. She got whatever she wanted growing up and has always been content. But her life changed when her father presented her with news of a marriage between her and a ruthless werewolf mafia lord. Will she be able to li/0/31888/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eb240c39ee4974f9ea87f354c2a4402&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Different: The White Wolf
Lena is a wolfless girl born into a werewolf pack named Willow Moon Pack, already eighteen years old and nothing lives within her yet. She seems okay and perfect by living the best of a teen life, her and her best friend being the queen of her high school, the Alpha’s Son crawling at her feet. I mea/0/78585/coverorgin.jpg?v=33cbe1ff1904fde9adf256ca41b53e2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
White Wolf Luna
Selene had always dreamed of her moonlit ceremony-the moment when she and Beta Caden would publicly declare their bond before the pack. But fate had other plans. Betrayed in front of everyone, rejected for another, and cast aside like an afterthought, she barely had time to grieve before darkness sw/0/63926/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b8e57a6953b69f1fa4b1f4fd714f04a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's White Wolf
There's a hunt every blue moon, an ancient custom among vampires to defend themselves by eliminating the one animal capable of killing them without the use of weapons. The werewolf. Furthermore, whereas the other otherworldly beings are happy to forget and dismiss... The leader of the wolf, the Whit/0/38547/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ccb1c382380e228a6145bb627d61437&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing the White Wolf
It's been four years since Emma and Logan marked each other. Life is going great for both of them, but Logan can't get over what Samuel said. He is afraid that someone is after his mate. What will happen when rogues start to attack Alpha Drake's pack? Are those rogues after Emma? What will happen wh/1/105498/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d33bf436374c8e1ce8fc3df22afc195&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last White Wolf
Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her o/1/107568/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a28520c5b7e1ccaf2f45bf3bcc125eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Mate, Unleashed White Wolf
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums. It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing. My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home. In the video, he held her/0/37406/coverorgin.jpg?v=d99111d440266e55b8d60fb71d4d2650&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Call of the white wolf
His father's mate died and he saw what it did to him. miserable and unable to handle the pack's affair, he was compelled to become the alpha at a tender age. he had no intention to get married but the moon goddess had grand plans for him. Destined as the white wolf’s mate, he finds himself drawn to/1/117365/coverorgin.jpg?v=135db97edc3b4b5ab6660913f3b9387c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A White Wolf Called Worthless
I was the useless Omega of the pack, the ultimate disgrace of our family. My mother, the pack's Chief Healer, treated my sister Ivy like a precious jewel, but threw me into the Sunless Forest to rot. I died in that freezing mud, but during a continent-wide Tribunal, a captured Rogue revealed the h/1/122788/coverorgin.jpg?v=01d97f276545f3308ea5e697910cf151&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pack Reject: The Lost White Wolf Princess
Betrayed by her fiancé. Left for dead. Rejected by the family she once called her own. Eliana thought she had lost everything... Until fate revealed the truth. She's the long-lost Lycan Princess of Somerland. Eliana enters Claws Academy disguised as a normal wolf, determined to earn her place thro/1/120770/coverorgin.jpg?v=192f643d6f9c4302b7c25f76c523c57f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Rejected Omega, His Fated White Wolf
I stood in the Alpha's bedroom, trembling as I touched the healer's note hidden in my sleeve. After three years of waiting, I was finally pregnant with my mate's pup. But when Lucius walked in, his eyes were as cold as river stones. He threw a parchment onto the table. "Sign it. The Eastern Estat/1/132168/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e9c9d7d587ae373a0194f687e5356b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha King's Secret White Wolf Mate
For five years, I endured agonizing herbal injections just to bear an heir for my Alpha husband, Hazen. But on the day I happily went to surprise him with my positive pregnancy test, I overheard him laughing with his pregnant mistress in a VIP lounge. "Her mate-bond certificate is a fake. I only ke/0/21651/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9db476fb2d978797ee187559f60e1d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
White Whispers
For ages, the harmless, resting form and grave of five sisters-a beautiful, tidy house has stayed silent, and undisturbed. Suddenly, this house is broken into by outlaws. There are set out conditions for humans to reside within this house, but unaware of the consequences if the rules are broken, and/0/23290/coverorgin.jpg?v=fab5bbfabcade1903695e934ad63b25c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Black & White
Harvey Cantwell, is the high school bad boy. Popular he may be, he doesn't bother date a cheerleader. Their beautiful, but dangerous. They'll flirt with anyone. They'll break anyone. Drive you crazy, until you can't take it anymore. Such a trap. But that's not the case for Loren. Loren Grey is the/0/489/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121193859&imageMogr2/format/webp)
White Feather
To MY BROTHER DICK The time of this story is a year and a term later thanthat of _The Gold Bat._ The history of Wrykyn in between these two books is dealt with in a number ofshort stories, some of them brainy in the extreme, whichhave appeared in various magazines. I wanted Messrs Blackto pu/0/1793/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122135211&imageMogr2/format/webp)
White Motley
The New House at Holmswell lies, far back from the road, upon the great highway to Norwich. Local topographers delight to tell you that it is just forty-five miles from that city and five from the Cesarewitch course at Newmarket. They are hardly less eloquent when they come to speak of its late owne/0/17667/coverorgin.jpg?v=eee245a4b9eec9c124bd52157fdbe7e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Ruthless Alpha's Secret White Wolf
I woke up trapped in the fragile, wolfless body of an Omega in a werewolf novel I used to read. I was destined to be the tragic "white moonlight" of the ruthless Alpha Kalen Lancaster, doomed to die a gruesome death just to fuel his character arc. In this brutal pack hierarchy, being wolfless mean/0/99449/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cd6777998181189e5fbc3ae8aa1d27b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Mate, The Secret White Wolf
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others. He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna o/1/135395/coverorgin.jpg?v=37b8ca443bbe03da23d12fe4545266ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
