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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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Beyond His Savior's Touch
My husband, Ben, a tech genius, poured his entire fortune into building a neuro-oncology center, a monument of science, all to save me from an aggressive brain tumor. Everyone called him a savior. But the day they announced the first human trial, his eyes, shining with feverish light, were not sole/0/88152/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250926180314&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His touch, Her undoing
Alegra De Luca and Fiorella Giordano have been inseparable since childhood. Now in college, their bond is tested when Allegra finds herself entangled in a dangerous and forbidden affair with Fiorella's father, Santino Giordano. Santino is no ordinary man, he's powerful, alluring and the ex husband o/0/78827/coverorgin.jpg?v=a854cea956bdd06e8bb31ed8cf7de17e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ungodly obsession
In a world where vampires walk among humans, hidden behind veils of secrecy and power, Reine, a bright and fiercely independent young woman, finds her life irrevocably entangled with the mysterious and dangerously alluring Dashiell-a vampire bound by ancient laws and a dark past. She wasn't suppose/1/105154/coverorgin.jpg?v=aaa7c77d61459f19e563b5c991c7df0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Dangerous Touch
Aurora Andrews has never known a life free from pain. Orphaned and left in the care of her cruel uncle and aunt, she endured years of abuse that taught her the safest place was in the shadows. But even in college, her silence couldn't shield her from the cruelty of her peers. Just as she reaches he/0/88479/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a950b904671c2d3902415d09044312f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beneath His Touch 1
Elena Vargas is a young lawyer struggling to keep her late father's law firm alive when Damian Blackthorne, a ruthless billionaire, sets his sights on destroying everything she holds dear. He's powerful, cold, and dangerously attractive-the last man she should be near. But every encounter ignites a/0/89240/coverorgin.jpg?v=db5321cbc3d6cfc40599a219d8006b7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seduced By His Touch
"Why do you hate me so much?" Amara asked, her voice shaking. "I've never done anything to you." Where power, passion, and painful memories collide, Amara Denz never imagined the same man who made her life a living hell at Lyons College would be her ruthless, charismatic boss. Now CEO of a thriving/0/47670/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e09c507652a5247a6a8584992abee3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mild Touch
When Patricia's father proposes an arranged marriage with Trystan Oscar, a charming British billionaire, she reluctantly agrees to a date. Faced with the dire state of their family business and her parents' stress, Patricia prioritizes her family's well-being. Expecting a distant, business-like ma/1/110757/coverorgin.jpg?v=46f162627e57c61668d6c0d7e3d9e9c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fathers's Ring, His Son's Touch
Lucas Vane was my ruin. My first love, my greatest regret, and the man who shattered my life before disappearing into the shadows. I thought I had finally escaped his reach, until a desperate debt forced me into a cold, clinical contract with the one man I should have feared more. Victor Vane. The/0/25547/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbbed009bf90f04d49480c10a6310418&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Touch
Eli I sit outside in my truck and wait, my cock hard and thick, throbbing with need. Today’s the day, but we have to keep up appearances. There are already too many eyes on us. One step out of line and it could be bad. She’s the most important thing in my life, and I will do everything to protect h/0/54807/coverorgin.jpg?v=671d1c7583611342291819222d8df38c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch Starved Omega
Tink's world has been consumed by an overwhelming sense of anguish and torment ever since the tragic loss of her father, which also resulted in her being forcibly removed from the comfort of her home. However, little did she realize that the depths of her suffering were yet to be fully experienced u/0/1683/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122142932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Touch of Abner
These words drawled slowly forth produced an immediate effect, and caused fifty people to straighten suddenly up and look enquiringly around. The reporter of The Live Wire gave one lightning glance toward the speaker, and then began to write rapidly upon his pad lying before him. The chairman, too,/0/18543/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ce7aaa0c996b5bdd3ce2f3c428a37bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Touch Of Fancy
A drugged Clark enters her room and his last line of defense crumbles to bits as he lays eyes on Rachel's face. The night had been wonderful. However, neither of them could have expected the dangers that were to come: Rachel's sister, fuelled with jealousy for her, and a desire for Clark, will try/0/73945/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ae1aa2db711a1c00bd1dac495e90559&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Billionaire's Touch
.." Miss Davis, how long have you and Mr Ashton known each other?" Someone asked from the crowd and Elisa's eyes widened in shock. " How long have you been dating?" Another reporter asked. " Was it your idea to keep your relationship a secret from the public?" Relationship? " How is Mr Ashton treat/0/54961/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Billionaire's Forbidden Touch
Elena Rivera has one rule: never mix business with pleasure. But that rule is shattered the moment she becomes the personal assistant to John Ashcroft- a billionaire known for his charm, power, and dangerously good looks. Keeping things professional proves impossible when late nights and close quar/0/61886/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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When they touch me
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on w/0/40149/coverorgin.jpg?v=4bacd734b06547ab67f81535504a8bc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
