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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 Light, My Only Hope
Humiliated, belittled, mistreated, and rejected because of her silence, Emma has no hope for the future. Until she meets Michaël Keller, the son of the most powerful man in town and also the richest. Michaël has it all: stunning beauty, extraordinary influence, and, above all else, power. Everyone/0/24157/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f22de7e8b483cb9a650c29d5dc41c69&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My only wish
Emily Jacobs: Have you ever had this belief that you would love to finish school, get a degree, get married, grow old together with your significant other and start a family? Well I have. It all came crashing down when I realized none of that was about to happen to me. Well nothing good ever happens/0/87730/coverorgin.jpg?v=d23fed31d30aa0bba8aed16417ee6b24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Rival, My Only Hope
On my birthday, my mother told me it was time to choose a fiancé from New York's most eligible bachelors. She urged me to pick Alexander Booth, the man I loved with a foolish passion in my previous life. But I remembered how that love story ended. On the eve of our wedding, Alexander faked his deat/0/85888/coverorgin.jpg?v=19978e6041bc8dde60c42e296e58c7ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe, My Only Regret
Our marriage was a five-year war, a slow burn of mutual revenge. I thought he hated me for trapping him, especially after I hid that letter from his college sweetheart, Sarah Jenkins. He retaliated by bringing other women home, making them use my mug, sit in my chair, their perfume a constant torm/0/46079/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc3ead45f1df98c44f32eaf9b2e5bd17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Ruining My Enemy's Daughter
It all started with a strip search. …. "Remove your clothes." “Excuse me?” “You are not leaving until I find what you stole from here. Get naked right now.” My jaw drops. This man is a freaking psychopath. … Riley is reeling under trauma of her assault. She needs kindness and compassion in her lif/0/83806/coverorgin.jpg?v=7bb583058edf89c0adf69340774b7bbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Father's Daughter: Unstoppable
The acrid smell of burning plastic filled my lungs, a scent that brought back chilling memories. I was trapped, a massive server rack crushing my leg, as sparks flew and a hellish glow illuminated the terrified face of Tiffany, my boyfriend Liam's "friend." This was it, the moment everything went/0/48434/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8d9f535325b0d2c79b4eabf38c8fa51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My enemy's daughter
After spending a few years in prison, Henrico Zattani, an heir farmer, is finally released and vows to fulfill his promise of revenge to his ex-wife's family, especially her father, an important politician and CEO of one of the largest construction companies in the country. When he finds out that hi/0/20760/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbe83bc08e651f0085e47dec56dcf858&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My One and Only You
Does the heart remember who it once loved? What happens if someone else possesses this heart and the real owner is gone? How can he fight the feeling if his rival is his best friend? And what's worse, she is his best friend's, first love. Should he just let go, even though he knows he will be hu/0/32995/coverorgin.jpg?v=31b852af22675dd0fd3beecb632b226d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarriage: You're My Only Love
Their marriage was a union, not for love, but for monetary benefits. It came to no one's surprise that it ended in a divorce. However, before they could even come to terms with the divorce agreement, Jennifer ran away with his unborn child. What she didn't expect was for him to use her family's bu/1/103122/coverorgin.jpg?v=542d26fa7876073c15b14683daed582f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stolen Daughter, My Shattered Life
I am Joanna Haney, heiress to a New York real estate empire. I had a perfect life with my husband, Brad, and our three-year-old daughter, Chloe. Then, a single sentence from a doctor shattered my world. "Chloe isn't your daughter." The truth was a nightmare. My husband and my best friend, Carla,/0/70057/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba25328e244d1b6bf76a94f1512ed042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Lover's Daughter Is My Mate
"When Violet's past and present collide, she discovers her mate is the one person she never expected - her mother's former lover, Alpha Ares. But their love is threatened by a dark history: Ares once sought to sacrifice Violet to save himself, and Alpha Damien, who's always wanted her dead, will sto/0/83966/coverorgin.jpg?v=eea25843d77e57fe33335dd49cb28ab0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
For My Daughter, A Storm
The sterile hospital room hummed with the slow, dying breath of my daughter, Gabrielle. My rare family gift, usually a beacon of fortune, felt utterly useless as I watched her slip away. My husband, Andrew, stood cold and calculating, not grieving, but orchestrating a political damage control campa/0/924/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121202003&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Initials Only
It was not my husband speaking, but some passerby. However, I looked up at George with a smile, and found him looking down at me with much the same humour. We had often spoken of the odd phrases one hears in the street, and how interesting it would be sometimes to hear a little more of the conversat/1/116900/coverorgin.jpg?v=776e0f9a8eff4bb60b920033db318ce7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Don: Losing My Only Queen
For five years, I was the shadow of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don—stitching his gunshot wounds, surviving gang wars, and believing every promise he whispered in the dark. I thought our love was forged in blood and unbreakable. Until his childhood flame crawled back to the city with nothing bu/0/21073/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0dc953746e0a8152c060e8f1c765517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Only You
After being saved from Mr. Stone, the one who used her as his personal slave, Clair faces days of PTSD. However she is too shy and anxious to share her problems with her well wishers. And to make things worse, she meets Levi, some one who she falls for. However, she refrains herself from dating him/0/23862/coverorgin.jpg?v=1802de6715cb26be0c370385e624e282&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Only
He found his mate he thought was dead, she found a man that saved her. He brought her into their world that she didn't know ever existed. He lost her yet again, but even in death, she fought to survive to be with him, holding on to every last thread of life. Would he get her back? Would she survive/0/47366/coverorgin.jpg?v=9424b3683ca3c49b34b42e94d8db4f14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ONLY ONCE
Word I will fuck you every night, l own you. I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely/0/36760/coverorgin.jpg?v=522e0e6c8f0e952a95e20bb529595acd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
