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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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I Was Called His
Suhana is a beautiful, charming and intelligent girl. She falls in love with a merchant Navy boy. When she asked him, will he marry her? Undoubtedly, gleefully he said yes. He made all the promises to her and showed her dreams of a happy married life. After completing her study, they planned to get/0/24525/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd813ea9b2779e375a60df1885244c4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
If I Was Perfect
In our world today, we've turned Angels to demons. This was a tale of a familiar pain. Racism! Leo was black, and that meant imperfection. Shea loved him, but perhaps she loved her father more and that love led to the death of two people, and a whole other twisted scenes. Unravel this story with/0/83663/coverorgin.jpg?v=956a39dd958c24490b4b88506bf98f85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Was Reborn
On the day my son died, I was reborn. The morning light of Chicago streamed through the blinds, just like before, a painful echo of a day I never wanted to live again. My son, Leo, was supposed to have his scholarship interview at Northwestern today, a full ride, his entire future. In my previous/0/36755/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519031935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Still here
He had a bright future ahead of him: a professional sports career with crowds of fans and millions of dollars in his account. But hopes and dreams were dashed, and today Shane Keller, once a high school football star, still lives at his parents' house, has a job he never wanted, and struggles to cop/0/49843/coverorgin.jpg?v=61827e1380f668cdefc206b5dae26fbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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I was more than pretty
They said I was beautiful - but not real. That my smile was perfect - but my past made me broken. I spent years trying to prove I was more than the girl who changed her face to survive the world's cruelty. I married Julian Vale, believing love would finally see me. I called Serena Blake my sister, t/1/112714/coverorgin.jpg?v=64fcd3993ce6af2a5396ee2bc4303e57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Saints Here
NO SAINTS HERE!!! One book. Over 200 forbidden fantasies. All of them dangerously addictive. Behind every locked door is a story soaked in desire, sin, and the kind of pleasure you're not supposed to want. He's her stepbrother. She's his student. They met at church... but sinned in silence. Each ch/0/7625/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8e25a8f8dc2f0c5f784fa17e65003dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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I Was Never His Real Wife
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team. "I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dea/0/92458/coverorgin.jpg?v=08b292a7980365b235adf32b23d1bea5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NO SAINTS HERE
No Saints Here is a sinful anthology of forbidden cravings, each chapter a standalone story where morality burns away in the heat of lust. From secret affairs to reckless dares, from power-laced games to forbidden first times, every tale plunges into the raw edges of desire where rules are broken an/0/18479/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8e4cbe2c7e852b54e7c18606bc5e6b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Right Here Waiting
Cassandra is a wealthy and beautiful girl. Five years ago, she married Martin who she didn’t love at all. Later she left him to be with her best love. Unexpectedly, her best love falls in love with her elder sister and wants to marry her sister. Her parents and her elder sister are always mean to he/1/102860/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb1450ebea277ac6119b3b112743e9b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clo/0/62376/coverorgin.jpg?v=234f1a0c859159f814762c97e830336a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Every Man I Liked Was You
"Love was never going to be in the cards for Edna Parker.Growing up in the shadow of her parents' messy divorce and the walls she built around her heart, vowing to never let love in. But when she found that her life felt empty,she decided to finally find happiness,with so many people against her. W/0/22535/coverorgin.jpg?v=059a79665a2c5b280f1c58f5d5d683f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLOOD LIVES HERE
She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she’s sick; she’s epileptic, she doesn’t even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her. The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her co/0/41921/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Here we go again
looked down at my reddish elbows which were hurting so much. "I'm really sorry… I didn't mean to, I just don't want anything to happen between us at least not yet… if you understand what I mean" he helped me get up as he made me sit comfortably on the couch. The rain had begun to pour and I thought/1/110135/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bbb5d67bd38f8adda05e767f611fbc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Left When I Was Broke, Regretted When I Was King.
Ethan loved her with empty pockets and a full heart. He worked until his hands bled. Skipped meals. Gave her everything he had. On Valentine's Day, he planned to give her the one gift he could never afford. Instead, he caught her in another man's arms. His brother's arms. They laughed at him. They/0/73197/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7e509aeb101662a072c7d30d2214642&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heir I was Meant to Hate
She infiltrated the empire to destroy it. She didn't expect to fall for its king. When Sophia Carter's father is brutally murdered, the world calls it a robbery gone wrong. But Sophia knows better - the Blackwoods, a family cloaked in wealth and corruption, hold the truth behind the blood on their/0/98701/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b0167d70ff772e475d88d51aa3207d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Forgot I Was A Morgan
For a year, I played the part of the perfect, long-suffering wife, enduring my husband' s public affair. I did it all for one reason: to win full custody of our son, Colton. But when Colton was arrested, he didn't turn to me for help. He looked at me with disgust and spat that our family's problems/0/22079/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c5ae1ecffebf721df621e36a2d701fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
