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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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Divorcing The CEO: Escaping His Cruel Cage
I returned to New York after a three-year exile, just to attend my father's funeral. But my estranged husband, Julian, ambushed me at the airport with divorce papers. He told me that if I didn't sign them immediately, my father wouldn't get a burial plot. And standing right by his side was Janet,/1/120426/coverorgin.jpg?v=17ddd72e7397bcee361c56cd961f0bdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The CEO With His Quadruplets
Camila Conner was resting in the VIP suite of an exclusive clinic, happily stroking her pregnant belly. She was carrying quadruplets, the ultimate blessing of her three-year fairytale romance with Wall Street titan Carlisle Reyes. But the door didn't open to her loving fiancé. Instead, his cold-fac/1/120036/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab4e5dd4362716ac04a75510f69c5a7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Remade: Escaping The Cold CEO
Avery Harding spent her youth loving Dominic Baxter, only to be rewarded with absolute destruction. In her past life, she dragged his unconscious body from the freezing ocean. But Seraphina Vance slithered in, stole the credit, and became his beloved savior. To protect Seraphina's lies, Dominic re/1/118635/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cbb8d79cd6b2fa866b3ddbb9387ba88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby
I held the positive pregnancy report, hoping it would finally bring a trace of warmth to my cold, transactional marriage with Aloysius Lawson. Instead, he didn't even glance at it. He slid a medical consent form across his massive desk and coldly ordered me to abort the baby. His sister Eloisa's l/0/31820/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518235340&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Live With 2 CEO
After my mother left my father to be with a rich CEO, my father fell ill and left me for good. Before my father died, he gave me a letter of inheritance that made me have to live in the same house with 2 twin CEOs who have different characteristics. Alex CEO who has a cold and annoying nature Alan C/1/115025/coverorgin.jpg?v=903959cfa30ad82aa35eb2b9c46ee5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping My Cold And Jealous CEO
For five years, I was Barron Santana's elite bodyguard and loyal shadow. I stood between him and bullets, giving him my youth and my entire heart. But last night, the CEO announced his engagement to a flawless socialite on national television. Heartbroken, I got blackout drunk and ended up crashin/0/75637/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb03e7f3dff00a61cab968e3a44b1fc7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Embrace
Caitlin fakes her own death to escape her obsessive billionaire husband, Aidan Gallagher. With the help of Dylan, a plastic surgeon, she reinvents herself, becoming the woman she always wished to be. But Aidan isn't fooled. He knows she's out there. And when their paths cross again, will Caitlin's/0/62497/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6d80cb22138ec374df09f2c5e632e46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: Escaping the Shackles
Here's the translation: "I poured my heart and soul into raising my daughter, only to be seen as controlling her. She accidentally pushed me down the stairs, leading to my death. When I got a second chance at life, I decided I no longer wanted to be a 'good mom.' My daughter took the opportunity to/0/85829/coverorgin.jpg?v=c402a250c6386a1df3e44b23e07df69b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Betrayal's Chill
The biting cold was the first thing I felt, deep in the walk-in freezer where Chloe, my wife of five years, had locked me. My punishment for accidentally breaking an outrageously expensive Patek Philippe, a gift not for me, but for Liam O'Connell, her "soulmate" who was returning to the US today./0/68320/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9295357e1dcdfdb6d5bdc3036983196&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Seductive CEO Forbidden Affair Season 2
Angeline and Bryan, a couple blessed with a newborn baby named Jason, face a heartbreaking reality when their child is diagnosed with a rare disease. Their dream of building a happy family is tested amid panic and fear. Bryan, the father, works tirelessly to find a cure for Jason. He consults num/1/116098/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab66ff2b71260387a23f1727c5359e7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Gilded Cage
For three years, my fiancé Jaxon kept me locked away in a top Swiss psychiatric clinic, claiming it was the only way to cure my severe PTSD. But as I was signing my discharge papers, the receptionist handed me a recovery certificate dated a full twelve months ago. She casually mentioned that my he/1/112816/coverorgin.jpg?v=53ee6e5433cee1172dd5d528982f3a1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Golden Cage
For three years, my billionaire husband Bronson treated me like a fragile glass doll. The media said he worshipped me, but his love felt more like a suffocating collar as we struggled with infertility. The day I finally got a positive pregnancy test, I wanted to surprise him. Instead, I opened his h/1/115487/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c330fb823796c715b9b3d7da6d91dad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage
For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river. But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire. I risked my life to escape and fin/1/118390/coverorgin.jpg?v=f918cf3730c96f0fbaac5ed99b9daa05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Capo: Marrying The Undisputed Don
We were celebrating our ten-year anniversary at the Famiglia's most exclusive luxury restaurant. Before we could even finish our champagne, my fiancé Lorenzo suddenly stood up. "Gianna is panicking. The situation requires my presence." He walked out, leaving me completely alone in a room full of/1/111082/coverorgin.jpg?v=2954a16ffee636d38bfa27d2a4b20d15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping the Pawn, Ensnaring the Don
"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own." Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end spea/1/115871/coverorgin.jpg?v=2278330ee575df11bd5b1d1111eb466d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping Into The Dangerous Devil's Arms
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family. Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb. When I refused, my father slammed his hand/1/115510/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dec661a4921cc2ae7836189a2418ad9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Deadly Surrogate Trap
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen. Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check a/0/87925/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a06bbc4611dac70bc379094911a1499&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Bewitching Madness Of His Heart
For four years Madelyn had been with Bryson, yet he never once claimed her in public. Barely a month after meeting that other girl, he surged from casual dates to announcing her as his fiancée. He lavished her with gifts and praise, going on about her innocence and simplicity-subtle digs meant for M/1/113793/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0b1e0184eb8d19fc19da9a7b1af7a05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
