No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

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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A five-star hotel in City was packed with famous people. Tonight was the engagement ceremony of Zayn, the son of Ali Enterprises and Chloe Bishop, the second daughter of Bishop Family!

"Zayn...which room are you in?" Before the wedding ceremony began, Chloe felt dizzy and then left the banquet hall to pick up the phone.

"8607." In the phone, Zayn's voice sounded cold as if he had suppressed his feelings and love for her in the past.

"Kate said you want to give me a surprise before our wedding?" Chloe's lovely dimples showed up on her blushing face. "... Are you thinking to make me yours? But for the first time, I'd like to keep it until we get married. We've been waiting for two years already after all."

"I'm not joking with you. Come up quickly."

Zayn hung up the phone.

He couldn't wait to have her already?

Chloe blinked her eyes and thought, "I am only 19, will it be..."

"It doesn't matter, right? He will soon be my fiance." She still loves Zayn very much.

Chloe staggered along the corridor of the hotel. Her delicate and beautiful little face blushed because of tipsiness. She was wearing a short champagne-coloured Chanel dress, which showed her curvy figure. She was charming and lovely.

"It's strange. I didn't drink much... She patted her forehead and her vision gradually blurred.

In the banquet hall, she didn't intend to drink at all. But just now, Mrs. Bishop insisted that she should have a drink with her guests and some prominent people.

Walking into the elevator, Chloe pressed the button for the 6th floor while feeling dizzy, but she did not expect to have accidentally pressed the 8th-floor button.

The 8th floor of the hotel is the floor for the VIPS.

Once leaving the lift, Chloe went straight to the room Zayn said he was in. Yet, she couldn't tell 8 and 6 apart clearly. In front of Room 8807, she knocked...

"Come in." A sexy and charming man's voice came from inside.

His voice were strong enough to tempt her.

Chloe pushed the door open and walked in, laughing in a daze. "Zayn, when did your voice become so deep? It just like you have a bass put in your voice.'

The room was not lit, but one could still vaguely see the luxurious furniture of the house, as well as the king-sized bed. It was a presidential suite.

There was a strong man's perfume scent in the room.

"Zayn..." she moved forwards while leaning over the wall. Then, she collapsed on the big comfortable bed and asked, "Where are you?"

She felt a sudden heat that made her uncomfortable.

Chloe tugged at her clothes....

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. A while later, a tall figure came out.

In the dim light, the man was wearing a bathrobe. The muscle on the bare chest is vaguely showing with the water drops slipped down from his chest.

He was a breathtakingly handsome man.

In the dark, the man looked at the Chloe with his brown eyes, and his voice was beautiful and magnetic.

"Who are you?"

"Hot..." Chloe's tender lips were slightly opened. "I want to take off my clothes..."

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