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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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The Mafia Queen's Servant
"I can't tell if you're a gift or a curse Antonio, I don't know what you do to me, I don't like it but I don't want you to stop" Valentina Rossi. Valentina Rossi was raised to be a killer. As the daughter of the most powerful boss in the country and doubling as the underboss of the mafia gang, Val/0/8175/coverorgin.jpg?v=76be3310b48181a8e8def77ba53ee79d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Expert Maid-Servant
There has been a resurgence of interest in early-twentieth-century domestic service of late, due in large part to the remarkable popularity of the television series Downton Abbey. Many of the real-life analogues of the characters on that show probably owned a well-thumbed copy of Cristine Terhune He/0/91023/coverorgin.jpg?v=755bc0fdfbc65d93a863d94563016769&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Servant to Savior
The alarm shrieked through the silent mansion, a sound I knew better than my own heartbeat. For fifteen years, I had been Dorian Steele' s living, breathing medicine, my blood the only cure for his fatal seizures. But then, his fiancée, Ainsley, arrived. She was flawless, a vision of cold, stunning/0/1822/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171122115717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A servant of Satan
“Prado was a wonderful fellow,” said Chief Inspector Byrnes, of the New York police, recently, “and for criminal ingenuity and devilishness stands without a peer. I question whether cupidity lay at the foundation of his diabolical work, inclining to the belief that some great wrong/0/81131/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd4ead049de097a019484eb26aa749e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Servant to Sovereign
Thanksgiving Day dawned, and like every year, I, Sarah Miller, had toiled alone since dawn, preparing a lavish feast for my ungrateful family. As we finally sat down to eat, my mother, Eleanor, announced her estate plans: her house, her cabin, and all her savings went to my brothers, Mark and Ben,/0/86170/coverorgin.jpg?v=f34eadbdc6c256e04c7dce9e0d4dd6fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Servant To Survivor
"I'm resigning." The words felt heavy on my tongue, the crisp white envelope a symbol of escape. My HR director, bless her kind heart, urged me to reconsider, yet I walked away, my steps measured, a desperate fight against the urge to shatter the office's perfect silence. Instead of going down, I/0/14197/coverorgin.jpg?v=2509c4881991b79d7eb3143c5b32b8d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Master: My Alpha King My Master
Warning!! Warning!! Matured Contents here! This Book is rated 18+ and there are a lot of sexual activities, Violence, Hot Romance, War and Raw Words. Read At Your own Risk. He Claimed Her He Owned Her He Wants Her Her Controls Her Aurora was given a job, the toughest job she has ever had, to steal/1/107950/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6033306a11291c744c7923cde2c5621&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Servant to the Mafia Lord
Desperate to save her dying mother, Ariana Moreno walks straight into the world of the mafia. Elijah Fiorensco is danger wrapped in power-cold, ruthless, and used to owning everything he touches... including her. "And who the fuck is that guy?!" he roared, veins bulging in his neck. "I–I... he's my/0/61338/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526144317&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Master of Deception
Astreille knew her capability as a hacker and how her strength in that field can ruin someone else's life. For years, aside from writing stories, she also managed to survive by reading some stories a mysterious writer wrote. Astreille doesn't know anything about that man but it's strange that she s/0/16421/coverorgin.jpg?v=3295d83b567072425ef2fdb09847a31d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The silent master
Jaxson Thorne: His arc is about finding a different kind of strength. He starts by thinking power is about being the loudest, biggest person in the room. He ends by realizing that true power is the choice to serve someone he loves. Elias Vance: His arc is about coming out of his shell. He has all t/0/34210/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bdc01b49d6b6d083957baf36fc9b61e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Yes, Master (English Version)
Jasson Luther chose to return to Isla Lutherio, the island where he was born and grew up, to mend his shattered heart and forget his ex-fiancée. Nonetheless, instead of resting and easing his thoughts, he grew more upset and concerned when his heart became engaged again—which is when he met Samara,/0/1778/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121195121&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Master and Maid
On the second Friday of term Anthony Bevan, whom all his world called "Bruiser Bevan," Housemaster of "B. House" in Hamchester College, sat at dessert with three of his prefects. They had exhaustively discussed the prospects of the coming football season, had mutually exchanged t/0/3993/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a8ee7e63665953c6e5fb69005b50783&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Possessive Master
Victoria, the woman seeking freedom. He grew up in a world of lies and greed when the day came when his parents sold him. William, a man with a word. He was a powerful figure in the Mafia world. A cold-hearted man not until he met her. Will Victoria compromise with William?/0/2555/coverorgin.jpg?v=47c510dc4233cac0d0f6d6b27de97ced&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Money Master, Complete
Trajectory presents classics of world literature with 21st century features! Our original-text editions include the following visual enhancements to foster a deeper understanding of the work: Word Clouds at the start of each chapter highlight important words. Word, sentence, paragraph counts, and re/0/63846/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3edd067db39569bc8c827834079257e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Master D's Obsession
"You will forever be mine, Kitten." Juliet didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart was racing, her body trembling, and her chest felt tight. Her vision blurred with tears, her head spinning, and her stomach nauseous. Terror and panic began to take over every time she tried to rise to the s/0/16420/coverorgin.jpg?v=9832a91f80db1e1f59318cd347bf03f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Master of Game
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part/0/16423/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8fb4d921a95c44524386f07ac8a3c37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
