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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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Their Perfect Girl, My Perfect Revenge
I was barely surviving, cleaning sticky tables at the diner, praying my scholarship exam would be my ticket out of this dead-end town and away from my foster mom Maria' s mounting medical bills. Then, they walked in: the Parkers, my biological parents, followed by a girl my age who was sickeningly/0/30104/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a9b486f04a5907435d1df2bc2c5556&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY PERFECT DESIRE
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My Mr. Perfect, Imperfect
"Love is friendship that has caught fire. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness." - Ann Landers. *** Going for gardening outside the school compound; Sapphire Blac, An elementary school teacher saves a strange old man from the hands of death. Not knowing he/0/82552/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fa7d58dd44f6b4c2caf2e58cb06ccd0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Amnesia Wedding
Our Las Vegas wedding shimmering with joyous promise dissolved into a planned, perfect honeymoon, the start of our forever. That blissful illusion exploded when a text message from Alex' s ex-girlfriend, Jessica, flashed across his phone: "Last night was incredible, Alex. Worth the wait. See you so/0/93377/coverorgin.jpg?v=40d6324ba518798edf1b32f54becc73a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Perfect Deception
For five years, my life was perfect. I was the political genius who put my father on a path to the White House. My charming husband, Christian, adored me. It was all a meticulously crafted lie. His ex-fiancée, Isabelle, the one they told me died in a car crash? She wasn't dead. I found her living/1/117345/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fb0a67cf673971c01043eda2e4f6753&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Second Life
"If I can't have you, no one else can." Primrose wanted to separate from her husband after five years of marriage. Thorne refused, even though he had made a huge mistake. Because Primrose insisted on breaking up and getting close to another man, her husband ended her life in a fit of rage. Primros/0/36829/coverorgin.jpg?v=c31e70f4b10ae8ebf00777e0b5b561ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarry My Perfect Husband
In her previous life, Kathryn mistakenly trusted in Caylee and Edmund. As a result of her foolish naivete, her family was destroyed and she was burned alive. Now that she was reborn, she vowed to tear down their facade and see them for who they truly were. She would avenge the tragic ending of her/0/60112/coverorgin.jpg?v=caee28e510da68b54010f2681a46806c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don't Mess With DRACO
"Alexa, you provoked me, don't blame me for being impolite!" He growled, his voice hoarse and somewhat restrained. I am doomed. What courage possessed me to mess with this demon in front of me? "Mr Morgan, pls stop it!" I yelled and swung my hands to slap him. He held my wrist and smirked. "What?/0/34274/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240221155958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MESS YOU MADE
SYNOPSIS Andrea Serrano is a thirty two year old doctor who besides her career,her life is a complete mess. A major heartbreak whereby her fiance left her two days to their wedding leaving her devastated and hopeless about life and being happy ever again turned her life upside down and made her/0/82650/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3785e31cf9e17248d3db46ea16d0972&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Life, A Perfect Scam
My life as a rising star in software development was predictable, good. Then the Affinity Gauge appeared, numbers hovering above everyone's heads, revealing their true feelings for me. My college sweetheart, Chloe, charming and affectionate, always told me how much she leaned on me, especially aft/0/32796/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae319fb8726bddb08b28a2c5534616c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hot Mess
"We should stop doing this," I said. "Stop doing what?" He asked, raising a brow. "Screwing around each other. It will hurt Kelly!" "Or, you are scared to find out what you truly desire..." He raised a brow as he took a step forward, making me take a step back. "No, I don't." I tried to sound/0/65241/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bc37d050fc0618f6dac9cabaff64439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Husband Had A Double Life?!
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Ke/0/65656/coverorgin.jpg?v=bca7a26f976b281a1ac0e8d986049347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love an/1/102933/coverorgin.jpg?v=357883ec0252d80085f16274f76427da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Perfect Betrayal: My Best Friend's Revenge
Alexandra Vaughn possesses it all: influence, status and an impeccable track record as one of the formidable barristers in London. She triumphs in every trial dominates every courtroom. Guards her heart with impenetrable barriers. That is until the evening her closest friend, Lydia Hart reveals her/0/94180/coverorgin.jpg?v=d37c310d5afda23aee86e25ecb011224&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Lie, My Shattered World
I thought I had the perfect marriage to Emerson Gonzales, the most powerful man in the music industry. When the doctor confirmed our baby had a strong, healthy heartbeat, I felt like the luckiest woman alive. That was before I discovered the truth. I wasn't his wife; I was a substitute. A perfect i/1/102305/coverorgin.jpg?v=230c022317cab11872b7397f3dcf53d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Prescription, My Royal Betrayal
For three years, I was his "little bird," an amnesiac he rescued and cherished. He was Dawson Nash, a handsome tech billionaire, my savior, my anchor, my entire world. Then I overheard him talking to his therapist. "10,000 encounters, Dawson. You chose well. She's clean, naive, and pliable. A perfe/0/29147/coverorgin.jpg?v=28618af4031cfc46d6ce1176eed292bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Perfect Deception
Annie struggled to move on from a failed relationship and to find love again, but it seems impossible when she finds herself falling for her cold and strict devilish handsome boss. *** Annie started working as a personal maid for a billionaire's son who was on wheelchair, after losing her job at a/0/39673/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f2f4e6fc12ea6f2a7cc751635af1736&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Perfect Lie
He screamed in despair, furious about the small clause in Müller's will (marriage) that had halted what was already destined, after waiting two years to determine who would be the owner of everything. Adal Müller had to desperately search for the perfect candidate who could help him achieve his goal/0/22893/coverorgin.jpg?v=db0cb475ffac4ff0fd45e76d13290903&imageMogr2/format/webp)
