Jilted Girlfriend? I Am The Tycoon's Wife

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e is my ticket to the top. Marrying into the Lewis family is the only shortcut for a guy like me

d her cold amber eyes to meet his.

smug, self-s

my rent for three years-I haven't forgotten that. Stay quiet, be my little secret on the

dangerous, silky calm. "You sold yourself as a kept man to my

t's how men get ahead in Manhattan. Be realistic, Cara. You're broke and you have n

quiet second, her lips curv

ldest dream

d up her crystal tumbler and threw the co

ar of his designer shirt. Bradyn gasped, shooting up from the ve

!" he snarled, glaring at her as

glass down with a q

r Saint Laurent bag, pulled out a thick manila fo

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n ashen, sickly gray.

a manicured nail. "Wire it back to my account by Monday morning. If you

hands on the table, leaning in with a desperate hiss. "You crazy bitch! You g

ou lived off my money for three years just to become my stepsister's leas

radyn lunged forward,

e stood tall, smoothing the front of her tailore

ed her hand and flipped him a

t, Bradyn," Cara said softly. "Yo

three-inch heels

her veins. As she rounded the private staircase leading down from the

rd against a solid wall

ack half a step, but the

th a woman-even an accidental bump in a crowd-triggered violent nausea and psychos

against his chest, the ex

he clean scent of rain and subtle vanilla, and th

wn in arrested

r amber eyes flashing with

you mind watching wh

ashing in his eyes. For the first time in a d

who ran into me,

atience to argu

lips. Instead of taking offe

er y

rame without another word and pu

as he pulled a sanitizing wipe from his pocket. "Mr. Greer! Are

oked down at the lapel where Cara's fingers had grazed

d, his voice low and raspy. "In

Cara Lewis, the disinherited daughter of Lewis International. Also, Dean Peterson from Auden Academy just called. Jul

still fixed on the glass doors as Cara

thly, a rare, thrilling hunger entering his tone. "And Korbin-pull Ca

k, the cold wind whipp

ck Bradyn's number, when a text message sla

mother's trust account ten minutes ago. You're completely broke, Cara. You don't have a single dollar left to pay rent, let alone hire a lawyer. Hand over th

rame until her knuckles turned bone-white.

mother's trust would leave her def

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ulian Kensington gasped from the other end,