MATED TO A HUNTER

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

Xiao Xiaosu

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

Modern Revenge Divorce Revenge Female-centered Divorce

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LAURA

I watch as the rain hits the glass making the tip tapping sound, thunder strikes, my little brother holds me, I jerk his hands off me he looks at me irritated ,. I turn away from him and look back at the window.

We've been travelling for about six hours,I'm beginning to feel suffocated , I won't mind being alone for a whole day but being with my family in a cramped space is nothing I'd be happy about,

Dad got a promotion at work and decided to apply for a transfer, he says he's bored of staying in our hometown and wants to move away, try greener pastures. My mum and brother threw hell of a fit not wanting to relocate but for me, I was full of happiness to the brim .

I'm a hunter or so I was told, it all began when I was 16, I went hiking with my family somehow I got lost in the woods I wandered around aimlessly until I met an injured lady, she had been poked, she was hurting a lot, she pleaded with me to help her pull it out, I was scared, worried but most of all I wanted to help her out I took hold of the edge and drove the stick in her, I killed her, I waited for an emotion , I wanted to be scared, to run, to call for help, to cry but nothing all I felt was content , I moved away from her body wandering further till I was found,

The next day we all went home, away from the hiking grounds. I got home thinking of what I did. I killed someone and I didn't feel remorse, fear or guilt. I turned on the shower facing the mirror to see a tatoo on my arm like a star so little but noticeable I hurried out of the bathroom not knowing how and why I had a tattoo.

A year passed by and I turned 17 and then 18 and now I'd turn 19, by then I had killed a lot, discovered a lot, but I knew nothing of my origin ,the tattoo of a little star had been transformed to a dragon and a Slayer the tattoo had crawled from my shoulder to my hand, no one could see it only I could or so I thought till I met a stranger a week ago I was shopping at the mall for new things to bring along she stopped beside me and said...

"You've got a pretty dragon tatoo dear"

I looked at her unsure of how she sees it , she kept a funny smile around the corner of her mouth,

"I'm sorry ma'am but you can see this?"

"Yes my little hunter , I can come with me"

I doubt in my mind immediately contemplating on either to go with her or just ignore , eventually I give in and follow, she stopped at the corner of a street , I look at her full of doubt is she crazy? Or. An she really tell?

"Stop looking at me like I'm crazy I'm perfectly fine"

I flinched back , can she read minds?

"I can't read minds darling I'm not a vampire"

I'm gazed by her statement, she says words inclining to my thoughts and tells me she can't read minds

"If you can't read my mind, then tell me how did you know what I was thinking about"

She giggles slightly

"That's always what comes to your minds as new hunters"

The more she speaks the more she confuses me ,

"What do you mean by hunter?" I ask her

"You are one crafty child aren't you?, I mean the same thing it generally means, hunters kill preys, predators anything they just hunt , just like you do, you kill"

Hearing her speak and talk about my killing instinctively made me aim for her throat , but with the speed of lightning she avoids it twisting my arm and throwing me down,

"Calm down, I'm not your enemy, if anything I'm your family we share the same bloodline and the same enemy , I can see you don't know much if your origin, take a look"

She removes the sweater and I see it she also has the tattoo just bigger, better, and more pretty than mine , she has the tattoos of three mighty dragons and a Slayer her tattoos are all over her arm, her neck and her back I am amused

"Why do you have the same tattoo as I do?, And if you are like me then you also kill people don't you?"

"Hush my dear, not people we kill monsters , I'm not amazed you can't tell the difference they look exactly like humans , they take up pretense skins but they re not but inner demons vampires, wolves and witches, you must have noticed nothing seems normal about every single one of them you killed something must have been off , I need to go real quick but always know you are a hunter and the only thing that makes you alive is the drive to kill, do not deviate from your purpose the more you kill the stronger you become"

"LAURA!!!!!!! Come on , we are there already"

I was brought out of my fancy world when mom called me

" I'll be behind you mum"

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