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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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He Thought He Wrote My End
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline. For their amusement, I/0/79037/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ccb985ffc460e226a1f1cc83e5336b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me
I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms. Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirt/0/84535/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b61d1e2d5d7e8cffa52c19e5efdc8da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Borrowed Life
The first thing I registered was the cold, then a throbbing migraine as a flood of memories that weren' t mine overwhelmed me. I was Anya, the new, unwelcome wife of ruthless Julian Vance, trapped in a mansion that felt more like a museum. This wasn't my life; my own had ended in a stupid, unremarka/0/27288/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220815102506&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Imperfect Life
At the Hem of life's unending dramas is Tracy, a college girl disvirgined at a Youthful age in a quest for true love. Her struggles to face the world and put behind her miseries lands her in a social platform where she meets Steven Timothy. Atlas 'The one', She makes sacrifices to ensure an unrepeat/0/83896/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbcb534caccfc28ffbf481c1294706ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Designing Her Own Life
For ten years, I was Gabrielle Fuller, successful graphic designer turned dedicated wife, my life orbiting Andrew Scott, my charismatic lawyer husband. Then my father, a well-respected judge and Andrew' s mentor, made a dying wish: "Gabby… promise me… you and Andrew… work it out." Hours later, c/0/83477/coverorgin.jpg?v=652792c32ece2af625154f68a0d1fd50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Vengeance, Her Life
In the glittering, cutthroat world of D.C. politics, I was Ava Reed: the neglected half-sister, the family's quiet secret. When my half-sister Scarlett accidentally killed an investigative journalist, our powerful Senator father, in a panic, decided to frame me for the crime. My childhood crush, N/0/86761/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212406&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Life, Her Vengeance
On my deathbed, gasping for air, my wife Olivia and our son stood over me, reeking of cold fury and gasoline. "Our son was conceived with Alex' s sperm," Olivia whispered, a venomous hiss. My son poured gasoline over me as she smiled, "You spent your entire life raising a child for the man I loved!/0/25027/coverorgin.jpg?v=909599c08b2dec0024f2eea8ef366951&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Still Loves Her
Her husband affair with her best friend made her asked for a divorce, not knowing life of a divorcee is full of obstacles, she seems strong from the beginning, but her parents foul temper and her siblings rude behavior towards her for being a divorcee, make her grow depress, will she be able to endu/1/118057/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6110e4719a2c45f0c3aa98c5c219fdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
While I Was Fighting For My Life, He Chose Her
As Lena bled on an operating table struggling for her life, her billionaire husband was eating candlelit dinner with another woman three blocks away. The gossip sites had the pictures up before the anaesthesia wore off. His office confirmed he'd received the emergency call. Confirmed. As if his wife/0/82538/coverorgin.jpg?v=8798e4c69eac722ef6d9c7aaccbd7d40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Tortured, Her Unexpected
Three years in gilded-cage Florence. Now I was back in Napa Valley, clutching my wedding invitation. My adoptive parents had exiled me with a brutal command: "Don't come back until Ethan is purged from your heart." I was here to marry Noah Williams, Ethan's best friend, proving I had moved on from m/1/121814/coverorgin.jpg?v=5475f1b87ea0ef47dd7f2fbf933bebab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Let Her Bleed, Now He Begs For Her Love
In the second year of their marriage, Elianna became pregnant. She was overjoyed, but her happiness was shattered when she received a divorce agreement. A car accident left Elianna lying motionless, her body drenched in blood. She begged him to save their child, but all she could do was watch hel/0/23095/coverorgin.jpg?v=b56de94248fdd8e61147098a41be5956&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Horny Life
*READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!* WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE, ADULTERY, PHYSICAL ABUSE AND MORE! RATED 18+ only! Being raise alone with her mom, Cassandra Moore dreamed to have a complete family with a loving husband in the future. Everytime she attended wedding gatherings, she sees herself walkin/0/22215/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f1b7af1d37eaa1337a1fd1b6fee6831&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He kissed her first
Rachel is an intelligent and book-minded teenage girl. She and her best friend, Nana's favorite quote is "Books before boys" and they did well to abide by this until a new grade (10th grade)started and everything started turning upside down. Rachel finally got noticed by her crush and a new guy in/0/93804/coverorgin.jpg?v=20c6f4d8140296eb1e6b696e696203b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Until I Wrote Him
New York's youngest bestselling author at just 19, India Seethal has taken the literary world by storm. Now 26, with countless awards and a spot among the highest-paid writers on top storytelling platforms, it seems like she has it all. But behind the fame and fierce heroines she pens, lies a woman/0/85475/coverorgin.jpg?v=a317ec02131490b3727d787e996e1384&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Lies, Her New Life
For ten years, I sacrificed everything, working night shifts at a greasy diner to put my adopted son, Kevin, through college. It was all for his future, a life I never had. But on his graduation day, standing proudly on stage, he publicly denounced me, calling me a "disgrace" and claiming his real/0/86571/coverorgin.jpg?v=fddff7eb019811ebba861a0b9ef27a67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Comeback: Love, Loft, Life
The first thing I felt was the sterile cold of the hospital sheets. My whole body ached, a deep, hollow pain I remembered too well. Then I saw him: Mark, my ex-husband, standing over me, not a trace of concern on his face. "Jane, you have to sign this." He held a clipboard, ready to trick me into s/0/38258/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c08c1ee810972a07983aeacf384fc41&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Men in Her Life
Nora White had a happy family once. But after her mother died, everything changed. Her father took a girl home and said the girl is Nora's younger sister. Later, this newcomer robbed Nora of everything, including Nora's fiance! With anger, Nora went aboard to find her grandfather. Here, Nora met sev/0/90620/coverorgin.jpg?v=47c702c76690ec1e0187ffbd23ef30ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession, Her Second Life
My fiancé, Declan, was my childhood sweetheart. But a traumatic brain injury from a car wreck turned him into a violent monster. I stayed, determined to wait for the man I loved to come back. Then his new therapist, Dr. Christie Howard, arrived. She was supposed to help him heal, but instead, she b/0/57723/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0591bd3c8037b350c32f2d33fb964d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A life of her own
"With a fierce determination to forge her own path, Chanda embarks on a journey of self-discovery and growth. But the road to independence is fraught with challenges, from her mother's well-meaning but suffocating grasp to the tantalizing promise of a new romance. As she navigates the treacherous la/0/90451/coverorgin.jpg?v=853a3eeddad27930047c9631b77c3f34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
