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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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Flame Mistress
She was one of the most powerful beings on the continent. They were called the Yther's Queen. There are four queens who have the power to control elements. Sollel, the art, is the mistress of flames. She loved the human but then the human betrayed her as well as the others. They tortured her and c/0/82019/coverorgin.jpg?v=dde43c6aef83a2a3a9e458aa85574443&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Flame
I was Sarah Miller, a decorated SWAT captain who took a bullet for my partner, Mark, leaving me paralyzed. He swore to protect me, to cherish me. I believed him, even as I fought to recover in a rehab center. Then, flames erupted. Trapped in my room, I called Mark, expecting salvation. But his voic/0/69693/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c1635d4c12eeabf5c9a4673f7f5db1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bound Flame
When a struggling artist Sophia Bennett agrees to a year-long contract with cold, enigmatic billionaire Julian Blackwell, all she has to do is sign the contract; play the part of the perfect wife, and keep her emotions locked away, it's purely business; or so she thinks. But for Julian, it's a strat/1/104741/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eabe48d7b5cb77b1e4e53a8ac2c8764&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN FLAME.
One night in the forest changes everything. When human healer Talia Shire helps a wounded stranger, she unknowingly binds herself to Ramon Sincarra,the feared Alpha of the Sincarra Claw Pack. A single touch of blood triggers an ancient mating bond she never chose, dragging her into a dangerous wor/0/89740/coverorgin.jpg?v=864db09429a391fe07b9fe9cbc8f8959&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forbidden flame
"You're playing a dangerous game" he whispered, coming close to me and pinning me to the wall. "You're playing with fire Little one, so don't blame me if you get burned" he teased, biting my ear. Ellie Lane has been in love with Axel Creed for as long as she can remember. Axel is handsome, cold and/0/69900/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a90eeabebb7fff8cfc5a83e4629a60e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Captive Flame
She's a girl from New York City, living a life of misery and submission. When the wealthy and ruthless mafia boss, Alexander Rossi, crosses her path, everything she thought she knew about love, power, and survival begins to unravel. But in a world where trust is a luxury, can she truly escape the da/0/5283/coverorgin.jpg?v=b42e5f02534790e9662edb975c79b08b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vehement Flame
In this gripping romantic drama from Margaret Deland, a misbegotten marriage between an older woman and a much younger man gradually poisons the hearts and minds of the couple. Will the "vehement flame" of jealousy destroy their union, or do they have a fighting chance?/0/72312/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ee4bfc09845672b3fe68b447027e0e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Lost Flame
"I left him once to protect him. Now, he holds the power to destroy me." Katherine Anderson has four days to save her father's museum from demolition. She desperately reaches out to the CEO, only to find out it was someone she never expected to see again-Damien Sullivan, the boy she once loved and/0/91821/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa0b4c7143c857c7720bb8cc674f6790&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forbidden Flame
Elena Hayes never expected a single stolen night to shatter her carefully built walls. One glance across the glittering chaos of the Knights' Gala, and billionaire Adrian Knight unraveled her in ways no man ever had. Their connection was raw, undeniable and dangerous. But passion comes with a price./0/16711/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813185953&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Captives of the Flame
The Empire of Toromon had finally declared war. The attacks on its planes had been nothing compared to the final insult—the kidnapping of the Crown Prince. The enemy must be dealt with, and when they were, Toromon would be able to get back on its economic feet.But how would the members of this/0/23798/coverorgin.jpg?v=fdfe4c881ab364b514f8d861de90fda1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Golden Calix
Celyn has been through many lives, and this is her life number twenty-one. This time she wakes up in the body of Irina, daughter of Viscount Everleigh, who is treated poorly by her family. She and Irina's younger brother, Adiel, are forced to leave the mansion and go to the Magic Academy of Velhoja./0/837/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171120150932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Golden Calf
And now came for that household at Wimperfield a period of agonising trouble and fear. The boy's illness developed into an acute attack of rheumatic fever, and for three dreadful days and nights his life trembled in the balance. Not once did Ida enter her husband's room during that awful period of f/0/568/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121192840&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Golden House
It was near midnight: The company gathered in a famous city studio were under the impression, diligently diffused in the world, that the end of the century is a time of license if not of decadence. The situation had its own piquancy, partly in the surprise of some of those assembled at finding thems/0/8230/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813185650&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Sword and the Flame
In a world torn by war and disturbance, a young fellow named Kael lived in a modest town on the edges of the realm of Veridia. From a young age, Kael tried to turn into a considerable fighter equipped to protect his kin from approaching dangers. Kael's enduring desire drove him to pass on his town/0/81115/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife's Golden Lie
My life was a constant grind: three jobs, every cent, every heirloom gone, all to keep my wife, Sera, out of prison. She was supposedly in a high-end facility, recovering from a failed tech startup, and I believed I was saving her, sacrificing until nothing was left. Then the phone call came, a fi/0/1656/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121151506&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Golden Age
LOOKING back to those days of old, ere the gate shut to behind me, I can see now that to children with a proper equipment of parents these things would have worn a different aspect. But to those whose nearest were aunts and uncles, a special attitude of mind may be allowed. They treated us, indeed,/0/11450/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1f8c87eedd65914e8b82bb29af1fe82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
