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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 SIGN OF LOVE
Sarah lost her mother in an accident on her 16th birthday. When they were about to head to the hotel for her birthday party, they saw her dad, with a woman and girl. If she doesn't' know that it was her dad, she would think they are family. The man she admired and used as a model to find her own p/0/25681/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad885843e447fc182fdbdc4e95eb3ff9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello Love, Goodbye Billionaire
"Leave this country and don't ever come back!" Being the sole survivor of her family's tragic car accident, a mysterious man gave Stephanie Ruan a chance to flee for her life. Eight years later, Stephanie Ruan returned to the country as the director of an internationally renowned publishing firm./0/1785/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171116211138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Crimson Sign
In the year of grace 1689 men were not a whit more long-suffering nor more patient than they are to-day. The choleric captain who had been pacing the guard-room for a quarter of an hour showed evident signs that he was fast losing what temper he possessed. As he marched with a hasty stride up and do/0/49469/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e40529f0fa3495abe714d7205973d2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello Professor
"Jazz! I miss you!" A literal shout happened on the phone call between the two because it had been a long time since they last talked. My catching up with Jazz and Frances was interrupted when there was a knock, and Frances's mom and dad entered her room. "Frances?" her Mommy asked, so she turned/0/82012/coverorgin.jpg?v=06e5f692ce737b6e9b5d9d3cab5ecfed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius
My apartment filled with the scent of roasted garlic, ready for a special night-wedding plans with my fiancée, Jess, and celebrating my big new research grant. But Jess was late. Really late. Her text claimed a "client emergency," yet when I called, a young intern named Ethan answered, a little too/0/31563/coverorgin.jpg?v=952c6a2c7c545119db695a085b79cff9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello, I'm death
Angel who by her profession is known as Death, fell in love with her Master whom she had never seen. Having such feelings for him, she decided to kill her master and was shocked that the guy she loves is her Master. The love instantly changed to hatred and planned to kill her Master. Will her plan/0/42589/coverorgin.jpg?v=f79b7419a6f842853e20563b842ac919&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello! Mr. Billionaire
"Mmmn Zane" I moaned admist the heat of passion. The s*xual urge was inevitable. "Imagine i'm right in front of you" He sounded soft, s*xy and seductive. "I can see you, shirtless with s*xy abs you've showed me" I imagined his naked figure in front of me. "Good. Now Imagine everything you wanna d/0/68714/coverorgin.jpg?v=250f6028c6faad619394f9587476fb50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SIGN MARRIAGE TO GET REVENGE
Clara, who had been divorced one month before, being forced to take her sister's position. She had to accept arranged marriages with Lucas Marfett-a cold, untouchable, full of secrets, and the richest billionaire in America. When she thought her life would be a mess, Lucas offers her a huge inve/1/114309/coverorgin.jpg?v=8371943fc27ee3e2f30b2e8fc6042eab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captain, Sign Our Divorce NOW!
For three years, Rachel lived in a marriage that almost no one knew existed. To the outside world, Captain Jared Holland-the cold and powerful second son of the influential Holland family-was single. Only a handful of people knew the truth: Rachel was his legal wife. Their marriage had begun because/1/114247/coverorgin.jpg?v=9951651ebcc3b7c7280c3bccf0b87368&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye Ex, Hello Billionaire Husband
After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court. He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine. "Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get out of our lives," he sneered, lo/0/1605/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc6fe66d23eb6ce30efefd455b576a38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sign of the Four
First published in 1890, The Sign of Four is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's second book starring legendary detective Sherlock Holmes. The story is complex, involving a secret between four ex-cons from India and a hidden treasure. More complex than the first Holmes novel, The Sign of Four also introduces t/0/18611/coverorgin.jpg?v=41efb4ae03f8c70f1c26587125e619a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover
Life isn't always perfect. And Wanda discovers this when she has to take on several jobs simultaneously to gather enough money for her uncle's surgery. And yet, that was never going to be enough. With a crushing debt hanging over her head due to her uncle's excessive gambling, Wanda chooses the last/0/18652/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce4504e9f68649c4b7803d844bba40e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello, My CEO Ex-husband
Three years ago, a once-proud relationship had turned sour. Her love had betrayed her and the public drama became too much. She was determined to leave her beloved and all that he was associated with. The divorce was finalized and she was ruthlessly cut off from the love that once gave her life. He/1/105063/coverorgin.jpg?v=b90b70bf7c2465a9ef2023d3e7250f3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce
I spent three years as the perfect, silent wife to billionaire Ezequiel Sanford, enduring a marriage colder than the marble floors of our Manhattan mansion. The day I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test was the same day my world burned down. I found Ezequiel at the hospital, but he wasn'/0/7380/coverorgin.jpg?v=774ca165f5525f0291a3e462574bdfd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
At the Sign of the Jack O'Lantern
This novel begins with an odd inheritance at the end of a honeymoon, both parties being inexperienced. Then someone comes to visit, then another, until we've got a chaotic bedlam of New England's tragically off the wall odd ball relations. Our protagonists may not communicate efficiently at first bu/1/105654/coverorgin.jpg?v=80d180e8824307000e4363f307624cfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Escape: The Billionaire Won't Sign
I returned to New York with two scuffed suitcases and a broken heart, ready to end my three-year exile as a ghost wife. All I wanted was to sign the divorce papers, move my dying mother to hospice, and vanish from the billionaire Spears family forever. But the moment I stepped into the penthouse, I/0/72404/coverorgin.jpg?v=d17acb255319cf0d175d008912021837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HELLO SINNERS, IT'S TIME FOR RECKONING
After the sudden death of their parents, two step-sisters, Carla and Catherine, are left to fend for themselves. Carla sacrifices her education to support Catherine, working tirelessly to make ends meet while Catherine's life remains untouched by struggle. In love, Carla gives up her dream to help/0/56223/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241103215628&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HELLO KITTY: revenge on my narcissistic husband
"Go on Hailey, be a good girl and give daddy your best." I could not believe it when I walked in on my husband with his secretary. This happens to be the upteenth time that I would catch Emilio in the act of cheating which makes me wonder if he ever really gets tired of it. But each time I try to wa/1/116342/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f67c27321d872925d6fbb0f02b05628&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sign The Divorce Papers, Mr. Billionaire
For three years, Coralie played the perfect, compliant wife to billionaire Cale Montgomery, silently enduring his coldness. That illusion shattered when she caught him in a VIP club hallway, indulging his fragile first love, Hayleigh, while his friends mocked Coralie as a pathetic housewife. Cale/0/47424/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6bc2537006c56f547abb4dc8b92f0cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
