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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 Tormentor
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My Wife, My Tormentor
For five years, my wife Seraphina' s 'purity' defined my existence. My days were a relentless cycle of scrubbing, proving I was 'clean' enough for her. This pristine, empty marriage felt like a lifelong sentence. Then, a faint love bite on her collarbone sparked a flicker of doubt, quickly replac/0/85770/coverorgin.jpg?v=d31badedd12056dcccfea20d17fed21f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Tormentor, My Husband
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Surrendering To The Alpha King, My Tormentor
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Her Tormentor ( Sinfully his.)
Take her." " Aunt!" A horrified gasp followed. " Do you mean it ?" A deep gruffly voice questioned. His voice was dripping with malice and beneath his eyes he gazed at the girl figure mostly on her bra straps and her ass slightly shot out. What if the deal you made turned into an unimaginable/0/63068/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfa959a8528378cb86749ae1d6f46cc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Tormentor Alpha: My Alpha Is My Bully
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Her Tormentor Alpha
"Hunter let me go," I whimpered as he leaned in and took a whiff of my scent from my neck. My mind and heart, none of it were willing to accept the closeness but my body was yearning to submit. My nipples brushed against his solid naked chest and a zap of electricity attacked my core resulting in th/0/67012/coverorgin.jpg?v=28a0380621a75fb89963bae730f3b33a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Alpha, My Protector
Eliana Duke was forced to marry her ex, Kyle Hudson, by the man she loved passionately. As a human, she had no idea the man she was attached to was a beastly werewolf- The Alpha of the Crimson Heart Pack, Alpha Denzel Reynolds. He came to kill her initially. But upon seeing that she is a human and s/1/113948/coverorgin.jpg?v=81ea9a064beccf0681ad183f0fed6351&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stepson, My Mate
He hated my gut! I detested his arrogance! I was supposed to be his ex-stepmother,but I hated pack politics and returned to the human community after Alpha Holt's death. I was forced back to heal the wounds of the one that hated me the most, my stepson Adrian. To the world he was the famous NHL g/1/114403/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3a8744ef47c181f2d64d4b44a26b6d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stepfather, my Ruin
"This... this is wrong," she stuttered, trying not to meet his eyes. "You're my stepfather. Let's forget it ever happened." "How can I forget it happened, Nicole?" He questioned, gripping her chin. "When the image of you whimpering for more replays in my head every fucking night?" When one night o/0/89185/coverorgin.jpg?v=744ad2436fd5376c6492fc8513dbb6f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband, My Ruin
"Damien Cole, do you take Esmeralda Blake to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, protect her, and stay faithful to her until death do you part?" "yes, I do." he answered But vows are easy to speak and harder to keep. Because behind Damien's charming smile lies secrets that could destroy the/0/63997/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ffdb4a24a6e035516a4c1c96e64f619&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Love, My Muse
!!Trigger warning!!! !!!This book contains explicit content!!! "You're so wet, Mia. Look at the mess you're making," He said rubbing circles on my folds. Before I could say anything his fingers entered my tight little pussy and I let out a loud moan. "Shh. If you want me to give you what you want. Y/0/27614/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ab436c74892e222dfe90a543af34310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Saviour My Lover
MY SAVIOUR. MY LOVER (My choice to make) When Lucia wakes up in a hospital,with pairs of blue eyes staring at her ,she couldn't really recall who he is but has a feeling he was her saviour . She finds herself living with him after her discharge due to her amnesia . They both get/0/90168/coverorgin.jpg?v=e288ea1de15bb9d0ff8eede2b9ea1361&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband, My Enemy
I suspended a five-year-old student named Leo for pushing another child down the stairs. As the head child psychologist at an elite academy, I was used to difficult children, but there was a chilling emptiness in Leo's eyes. That evening, I was abducted in the faculty parking lot, dragged into a va/0/82431/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd2a15f4da0439312877d999b299e8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My CEO, My Prison
My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again. Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed m/0/83288/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3ff5d587af90aa8b0c26d179384da50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Brother, My Vendetta
I remember the Orlando theme park vividly, a chaotic backdrop to the day I, Sarah, believed I saved my younger brother, Kevin, from a suspicious beat-up van and the men within. For twenty-two agonizing years that followed, he systematically dismantled my happiness, turning my very existence into a/0/22773/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3884a894c2055e7461d3282b140a914&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My CEO, My Temptation
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My Mate, My Fate
!! WARNING...Mature Contents !! ****Synopsis*** "You're mine Emery!" His deep husky voice fanned my ear as the hair in my body stood up in acknowledgment. Only he can make me feel this way, only him can claim me this way but he's a monster, a big bad monster. "I'm not letting go of you" ****/0/98207/coverorgin.jpg?v=b50e46674faefcca99d81caa9a0e422b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Boss My Babydaddy
Roses are red, tequila hits hard, and I danced like I owned the damn night. Now? Everything's a hot mess. Emily Hart just landed the dream job, personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire. So naturally, she did what any girl with a fat offer letter and a killer dr/0/59360/coverorgin.jpg?v=dea5661a5d4cf501c6f95d56d6ff2dbb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
