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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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Divorce is the only ending for us
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The Ugly Healer: The Only Prescription Is Her Comeback
Eleanor was adopted as a child only to serve as a blood donor for the family's real daughter, Jordyn. Marked by a hideous birthmark, she endured years of abuse and was finally forced to marry a feared man to reclaim her parents' belongings. The world waited for her downfall, but Eleanor stunne/0/46881/coverorgin.jpg?v=3aff9fbd3fe8f94afef119e811c6ff67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Escape
Isabella is the future of the Outpost. Living in the Outpost was all she knew. The Outpost is a cult made up of a group of brainwashed people ruled by Gaius, but to Isabella, it was more than a home. That is, until a chain of events culminated in her escape. If only fate hadn't been so mean as to/1/117462/coverorgin.jpg?v=195b8aee8aeaebc3043121e859bc5e0a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife Is His Only Cure
For three years, Justina played the role of the perfect, compliant wife to billionaire Hayden Clemons, living quietly in his gilded cage. But one night, he tossed a humiliating divorce agreement on the marble counter, ordering her to pack her bags and leave their penthouse immediately. He coldly d/0/86802/coverorgin.jpg?v=346b8233b5768b0c6abc8385c8c2e40c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Death Plot
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The Billionaire's Only Desire
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Not The Only One
Alexa has everything. Beauty, independent and smart but her love life is so poor. The husband she loved so much for eight years lied to her. Darwin had married another woman behind Alexa's back, all this happened only because Alexa couldn't bear children for Billionaire. Alexa's heart is broken! S/0/67127/coverorgin.jpg?v=52273f81cc86c7864f201b0e6171d0fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ONLY BILLIONAIRE WIFE
"How could you kill your own sister just to get married to her husband? What kind of heart do you have?" Lexie asked her older sister, Cassy, making no effort to clean the tears that rushed down her cheeks. "I don't care what you think of me. You have always tried to be better than me, at least th/0/30414/coverorgin.jpg?v=f59581e91f883e69b804ec523b6c64d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Only Man
Devya, a cheerful and childish woman, meets an Axen, a CEO who is a lonely Werewolf who can't express feelings like ordinary people, he's a Werewolf without an expression on his face. "Go." Axen orders in his stern voice made me frown in annoyance. “After you stole my first kiss, you asked me to lea/0/62995/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Selena The Death Dealer
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The Billionaire's Escape Bride
"W..who are you?" She stuttered, taking backward steps towards the door, heart pounding in her chest. "Well, I can be whoever you want me to be" he drawled, taking little steps till he had her cornered with no way out. "I can be your poison or your antidote. I can be your bane or your comfort. I can/0/71740/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bee6b8a10383eef3d9f0ead5def472a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Escape
"Did you think I'd just let you go?" Suzanne's grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don't sign away what's min/0/65182/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae20c01a1189f5ab1f22670f72b45350&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Only Wish
"I helped you, and you offered to pay me. This is the payment I need, and I'm not open to any negotiations." My heart pounded fast when I realised that the little lie I had told had landed me in deeper trouble. After narrowly escaping death, the only thing on my mind was moving on from the betrayal/0/19859/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9bce56e7fc627169ab36a848ee2c1da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Only Blood.
A small smirk crept up on Adrian's face and a very dirty image ran through my mind, making my face burn. Oh Goddess.... If it had been just me alone, I might have just let my fingers slip between my thighs. It was like a porn movie was going through my head. I didn't know about Aiden and Logan bu/0/85909/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ef8ee078e2dac0817014c7e5510d22e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The $3 Million Escape
For fifteen years, my wife Sarah' s complaints were the soundtrack of my life. "Eight thousand dollars," she' d whine, always about the paltry dowry my mother gave us. It was a constant, low-level hum, punctuated by her rants about her cousin Jessica' s lavish gifts and exotic vacations. Tonigh/0/82541/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c0d21c19334f105ee679a6e202a1c4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
