The Hybrid Witch

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

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Prologue

A lady was observed rushing in the middle of the night, her fabric soaked in blood, and she appeared frail as a result of the blood loss.

She protectively clasped her palm around her little bumpy tummy as she spotted an open Cave ahead of her and dashed into it to hide from whatever was hunting her.

"She passed this way," yelled a voice as footsteps approached the cave. Her heart pounded heavily with the fear of being discovered, and she breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps passed the cave.

She closed her eyes and reflected about her life.

She couldn't believe her father wanted to sacrifice her pregnant kid in order to become the most powerful immortal in the supernatural world, and the worst part was her spouse who was her father's accomplice.

She would not have told him about their child's future, powers, and abilities if she had known.

She had put too much faith in him," she reflected, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She was still deep in thought when she felt a tap on the shoulder, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a greyish blue face staring at her worriedly. When she looked at the person more closely, she saw a lady with blonde shining hair that stopped on her shoulder.

"Are you all right?" the Lady inquired. She brushed aside the Lady's question, sniffing her.

"Werewolf," she reasoned as she stared at her.

Perfect person for my child," she reflected one again.

"What's your name?

Why are you covered in blood?

,Were you attack?

She said, ignoring the Lady's queries, "I need your help."

"The Lady appears perplexed.

"Can I assist you?" The Lady inquired, and she nodded.

"My time is running out, and I need your help."

"I'll do it if it's within my capacity," the lady said, hoping it wouldn't be too difficult for her.

She was perplexed as to why she felt compelled to assist this stranger.

*What if she's a spy or a victim of a set-up*

"I want you to safeguard my child, hide her from the hawks looking for her, take her as yours, and don't mention who she is until she asks about herself," she stated, making the lady appear even more perplexed.

"Where's your child?" the lady inquired, her eyes darting about the room, perplexed.

"She's in my stomach," says the narrator.

"How do you expect me to care for her when she's in your tummy?" the lady asked, her tummy lighting up.

The woman remarked to the werewolf lady, "Look at me."

Her eyes turned blue with electric sparkles around them as soon as they made eye contact.

The woman's body emits a brilliant light that enters the Lady's tummy.

"Remember to give her this necklace, and last but not least, her name will be ARLETTE.

Her voice echoes through the night before she disintegrates into gleaming dust.

Chapter one

9yrs Arlette sat in a corner, watching the other youngsters in their wolves form. Their wolf form began when they were six or five years old, but hers was different. She hasn't felt anything, which makes her believe she's cursed.

When she asked her mother why she hadn't felt her wolf, she was told that each wolf has its own life cycle.

She was still thinking when something sprang on her, forcing her to the ground and disrupting her thoughts.

She fights to break free from the cub that has her pinned like an adversary.

Who else if not Madison her tormentor.

Madison was the beta's pack's daughter, and she enjoyed taunting her.

Though her father was the third in command in the pack (the Gemma) instead of being friend Madison choose the latter,maddison is a Year older than her...

When she succeeded in pushing the wolf away from her, the other kids laughed at her, and she touched her face, which was covered in scratches.

*Bullying her with her wolf is what she excels at*.

Madison, in her human form, stated mockingly, "Oh sorry, I was trying to teach my wolf how to attack opponents."

She stood up and dusted her dress, saying nothing as she was about to walk away. "Do I look like an enemy," she wondered inwardly, rolling her eyes.

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