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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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My First Mission
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 Excerpt: ...an out-of-the-way place, though jusfrbefore I went there, a brisk trade in Irish potatoes,/0/7898/coverorgin.jpg?v=0279016c30fd843fbc9888b0248a651f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Polly's First Year at Boarding School
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Grace Harlowe's First Year at Overton College
The red-haired girl stared fixedly out of the window. There was nothing to look at but black night, and the light from within turned the glass into a dusky mirror where her image was clearly reflected. But she stared at it unseeingly, busy with her thoughts. She was very early, but in fifteen minute/0/26198/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc1749f6c5e0c3bd4a74faaa5e42d124&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My First Kiss My Boss
Abby has come to terms with a dare that she doesn’t expect to change her life. She would not think that just because of a dare would ruin his life. What if she found out that the man was the man she had long cursed and didn't want to see anymore. Will she be able to handle it? Especially if this guy/0/61956/coverorgin.jpg?v=3201a3223c2b1c9098e015f4b69f41ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daniel My First Love
In the city of Auckland, Emily Stevens had resigned herself to a life without Daniel, never anticipating his return. Yet, when he strode back into her world, it was as if the past had come rushing back with him, along with the bitterness and resentments that had never truly faded. Emily's family di/0/45726/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdf18172c55ce568e68dd1e0d8b69cd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen My First Kiss
My whole body was shaking because of anger, Annoyance, and when you suddenly almost bawled out my eyes because of the awakening. Why? It's because of my first kiss that was stolen by an unknown guy, standing near in front of me. I'm almost a statue now still stunned by this man, he was smiling at/0/4986/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd7b3441a6d6453d88b0facd5f8d10f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Sacred Mission
Tomilola Daniels didn't want to think about her past, just her future,with the Angels, the team she'd created to stage daredevil stunts for charity. Besides, no matter how charming Demola was, she had a hard time believing the man's story that the father who'd abandoned her had in fact been looking/0/43837/coverorgin.jpg?v=7582c0b18a04e168931adefaa450dc78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Mission
Audrey Brooks didn't ask to be part of a Destiny she never knew existed. But when she discovers that she is the key to restoring balance and order in her ancestral home, she's thrust into a world of danger and intrigue. With danger and romance swirling around her, Audrey must navigate a world she/0/51928/coverorgin.jpg?v=585ad26b02483242623df2667c820a85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My First Love Cold Hearted
"What is this, Michael?" I asked him when he gave me an invitation card. Of course I know what it is but I want to ask him if what it is really for. "Invitation card, obviously. There's a big party and you have to go." He is stuck. He just rolled his eyeballs at me. I thought at that time that he/0/22972/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee69c43f60790fcee23765963401a6e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HER MISSION
Charlotte Ray's only mission to America was to make her father pay for what he did to her and her mother years ago, Meeting superstar Alexander Blake wasn't part of the agenda, but to continue her mission, she has to deal with this annoying fellow first! Alexander Blake is the first son of M/0/21876/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813193554&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Triple Mission
They have to kill to survive. Black Ficarro is a powerful organization whose members have no other want , but to bring justice to the deaths of their families at the behest of the Azarcon group itself. But after the death of the leader of the Black Ficarro group, the members decided to go into hi/0/96934/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5db6c9799f4fd10626f2ee57fff99fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My First Love, My Last Revenge
My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung/0/56221/coverorgin.jpg?v=759af5c9f9c8686f9d8bdae1c71d69a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love That Never Fail
Nathan never should have gotten in that truck. That he knew for sure, but something animalistic, something sexy, something almost magnetic drew him to the mysterious brooding man who beckoned for him to get in and so he did. What ensues is a night Nathan will never forget, filled with intrigue, pa/0/4095/coverorgin.jpg?v=f62704f30acf97f5e6cd9061e850f9bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Between Love And Mission
Claire was adopted by Lorenzo when she was five and was rescued in a fire accident, she is then trained to become a field agent, with a mentality to win by all-cause, she is then offered a mouth- mission to nail a secret drug dealer disguised as a regular businessman. She does anything to ac/0/78775/coverorgin.jpg?v=b36159e3e209c15d7aa9acbae7b386af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
First Come, First serve.
A love twisting story chronicling Gray Muller, a young billionaire with great achievement As he found himself in love with two secret sisters having in mind to marry both of them. But his parents disagree and revealed to him their long standing family legacy which must be strictly obeyed: Monogamy./0/56827/coverorgin.jpg?v=9738d9617874600633d002e4566cbd8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My 18-Year-Old Contract Bride
Mia Thomson, an eighteen-year-old high school student, is heartbroken when she learns her longtime boyfriend has fallen for her best friend. Overwhelmed, she collapses and is rushed to the hospital. There, she unexpectedly encounters Shawn Mandez, the CEO of Beats Corporation, who urgently needs a/0/25271/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a521e89a91d7e97e775ebe2d0666b93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
