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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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Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Wolf King
I was the unshifted fiancée of the Alpha, working eighteen-hour days to design his kingdom while waiting for my wolf to finally wake up. He told me we couldn't be intimate until I shifted, claiming it was to "conserve my energy." I believed him, right up until I saw the email notification on his open laptop. It was an invitation to the baptism of his two-year-old son. The mother was Hayden, the "fragile" Omega he claimed was just like a sister to him. He wasn't waiting for me to shift. He was waiting for me to finish his fortifications so he could replace me. When I tried to freeze the construction funds, he sabotaged my climbing gear, hoping a "tragic accident" would silence me forever. When I survived, he froze my bank accounts and humiliated me at the pack auction, using the money I had saved to buy a diamond necklace for his mistress. They thought I was powerless without a wolf. They thought they could broadcast intimate videos of me to shame me into submission. But they forgot that as the architect, I built the very security systems they felt safe behind. I walked into the ceremony not as a victim, but with the rival Alpha by my side and a decrypted USB drive in my hand. "You want to talk about secrets?" I smiled at the terrifying silence of the hall. "Let's show the pack who the real father of your 'heir' is."/0/75112/coverorgin.jpg?v=b987a5ba3078142936cbe7dffb8ca48c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadow of the Wolf King
Beneath the Blood Moon's glow, a deadly masquerade begins. Lyra has three days to save her sister from the claws of the Ironclaw Pack-or watch her die in the ritual that feeds their cursed king. With scissors trembling in her hand, she cuts her hair, binds her chest, and becomes Lyr: a mute black/1/117930/coverorgin.jpg?v=c66e461d167ab757bd11114d9ff6b031&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marked by the Wolf King
Raised by humans behind the walls of Asterism, Zara was taught only one thing: Wolves are ruthless monsters that are responsible for every death beyond the walls. Hunters are trained to kill wolves without mercy. Zara is one of the deadliest of them all. Until the man who raised and taught everythi/0/85506/coverorgin.jpg?v=aefa40719edde5fdd201ed96f63490d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated for the wolf king
Born to a powerful bloodline yet unable to shift, Aria has spent her life as an outcast. When her fated mate, Alpha Thorne, publicly rejects her, she is left broken, abandoned, and packless. But fate isn't done with her yet. On the night she loses everything, he appears. The Wolf King. Maverick/0/93118/coverorgin.jpg?v=4aae060d5101fc38057aa3afe91d4bd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf King's Prisoner
I was never a daughter, only a disgrace my family sold to survive. Traded like a weapon, I'm delivered to the one man I should never belong to: Malakai Windrunner, the Wolf King. My pack's sworn enemy. My fated mate. Cold. Ruthless. Crowned in blood. He rejects the bond, chains me to his mercy, a/1/116800/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fe3e775742adca2e4c63ca1d27ee4e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf King's Unwanted Mate
Six women entered Vordenmaar before her. None came back. Zivah arrives at the Wolf King's citadel not as a willing bride but as a political transaction. Signed over by her own father without a pause in his breathing, she walks through those black iron gates with one intention. Survive long enough/0/53955/coverorgin.jpg?v=721e9af2bbe72861386ec46d26ffdaea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf King's Bloodthirsty Sweetheart
The story follows Anna, a recently graduated college student who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the world of a romantic novel called "Don't Love Me, Wolf King." In this world, Anna becomes entangled in a thrilling and heart-wrenching love triangle between the alpha werewolf king and th/0/30046/coverorgin.jpg?v=20221015231306&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'm The Queen Of The Wolf King
"Why should I just accept the past? Why I have to endure the consequences caused by others? Noble character and predetermined destiny are controllable The phoenix will rise from the ashes Alice is my name It's time to return to my rightful place!” In the previous life, because of her innocence and/0/61275/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c15755b0dfdec9a69eec94c23840e24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf King's Life As An Olympian
Sure! Here’s the translation: --- I am a wolf from the north, but unexpectedly, I became a bench player who didn't make it to the Olympics. "They're crawling, why are they so slow?" Audience: "Did he install a motor? This speed is insane!" National sprint team coach: "Switch events, he's a g/0/71138/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8fa79ee6d609296f7f0f2b7864b3e80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Oath of the Blood Moon: Beloved of the Wolf King
The novel "Oath of the Blood Moon: Beloved of the Wolf King" is set in a mysterious world where humans and werewolves coexist. In this world, werewolves are divided into several clans, each with its own territory and traditions. Among them, the Silver Moon Wolves are the oldest and most powerful cla/1/100478/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2097f5aa99221e373976e0310b6e5a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected by the Wolf King, Reborn as His Doom
Rejected by her fated mate and left to die, omega Eira is reborn centuries later as Lyra, a powerful warrior-witch with one purpose: destroy the Wolf King who broke her. But Alaric doesn't recognize the mysterious woman his wolf claims as mate. As he falls for her again, she must choose between the/0/23709/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6bbdbcbd0e99659886536c83742b4ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wanted By The Wolf King
Taking a stroll on a rainy night isn't what a sane person might do, but Rabel is far from normal with her snowy white hair. An injured Wolf lying close to your cottage isn't also considered as normal in a place often plagued with werewolves and their onslaught on humans. Despite her bitter feeling/0/75044/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3736ca31c0176497e7e7afe982abcfa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE WOLF KING'S BRIDE
They said the prophecy was an ancient myth-whispered, tucked between the covers of bedtime tales, always ending in blood. But Aria was always drawn to the forbidden, to the whisper of trees after sunset, to the wolf-song that lulled her to sleep. Born under a dwindling moon, with a silver crescent/1/121456/coverorgin.jpg?v=07a13aa72e0bab61493c025f0c9cc225&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf King and the Wilted Flower
Bought as a defect. Destined as his mate. As the last heir of the Wolf Kings, Grey Stormborn carries the burden of a dying kingdom. Bound by an ancient curse to the Everlasting Tree, his people are losing their ability to shift, their fertility, and their future. Only a rare Rona-a woman blessed witRejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Wolf King
I was the unshifted fiancée of the Alpha, working eighteen-hour days to design his kingdom while waiting for my wolf to finally wake up. He told me we couldn't be intimate until I shifted, claiming it was to "conserve my energy." I believed him, right up until I saw the email notification on his o/0/89101/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9ff86399f8e3087b4ddfc116498ba33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Becoming The Wolf King's Fated Mate By Chance
"You are nothing but a pathetic, weak omega. What makes you think I would choose you to be my mate? You know what, I might as well put you in your place... I, Damien Trax, reject you, Shannon Clark, as my fated mate. I advise you to get the fuck out of here before I have the guards throw you out." D/0/42408/coverorgin.jpg?v=560b838e09e500d7643fc441eeb7ebb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Millennium Wolf: King Of Alphas
"I own your body Samira, all of it, from your lips to your breasts and pussy, they're mine and if you say a word about it not being owned by me, then I am going to have to pin you in that bed and engraved my name over them because they are my properties, M.I.N.E, and believe me I will bring out your/1/107258/coverorgin.jpg?v=3482d590d21d21774836c11a997f3581&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rejected White Wolf and Her Lycan King
On our third anniversary, I went to the Pack Registry to submit a design portfolio, hoping to surprise my husband. The clerk looked at me with pity and whispered, "Honey, the system won't let me. Your Mate Bond was severed three years ago." I stared at the screen in horror. Not only had Alpha Benn/1/118971/coverorgin.jpg?v=5fda854a48906a39fafce5d3f28480de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed by the Alpha King: His Secret White Wolf
I spent three years playing the perfect, supportive wife to my A-list actor husband, Colten. But on the night I spent hours preparing his favorite meal, he walked in with his cruel mother and slapped divorce papers onto our glass coffee table. He reeked of a famous actress's expensive perfume. "I/1/122061/coverorgin.jpg?v=c69f767fb9bc680a2f1aed4a4960e4db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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