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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UREKAI:

In the days of old, the Urekai stood out as the strongest and most powerful beings in the world.

The ancient tongue called them 'fearsome beasts' for:

Like werewolves, they could transform into beasts.

Like vampires, they consumed blood.

And walked among humans with no one the wiser.

The ageless, peaceful, selfless beings preferred to keep to themselves. Despite being feared and distrusted, they never responded with aggression.

They granted passage to any species wishing to enter their lands beyond the great mountain and welcomed everyone.

But five centuries ago, an unexpected species attacked the Urekais during their one night of weakness. The humans.

While protecting his people, Grand King Daemonikai lost control of his mind, going feral.

Becoming a danger to the same people whom he had given everything to protect.

Although it seemed impossible, the Urekais managed to capture their king's beast form, imprisoning him in a secure cage, ensuring he could never escape.

But, consumed by hatred for humans, the Urekai plunged themselves into darkness.

Becoming the fearsome beasts others had always feared them to be.

Wearing their monstrosity with pride.

HUMANS:

After invading the Urekais, a mysterious virus outbreak struck.

No one knew where it came from, but many speculated their attack on the Urekais brought it on.

While most males eventually recovered after a long struggle, the virus proved fatal for the majority of females.

Survivors rarely gave birth to female children. Those left or born became scarce and sought-after commodities.

In many kingdoms, greedy fathers sold their daughters to breeding houses. Some were forced into pleasure houses, existing solely for men's enjoyment. Some faced terrible abuse in exchange for protection.

Even the wealthy and the privileged could not guarantee the safety of the females in their lives, as the mere sight of a female-be it an infant, a young girl, or an elderly woman-drew unwanted attention.

Female children faced constant danger.

They are not safe in the society.

PROLOGUE

HUMAN LAND: THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA.

"It's a g-girl, your highness,"

Prince Garret froze.

As he turned, looking at the palace healer, his hands resting on his exhausted wife's body, shook uncontrollably.

He had secretly arranged the delivery months ago, and now they were hidden in one of the underground rooms in the palace, where his beloved wife, Pandora, was giving birth.

"What did you just say to me?" Prince Garret hoped he heard wrong. Perhaps it had been a mistake.

Please, gods, let it be a mistake!

But the pity in the older man's face couldn't be disguised. The palace healer turned the little bundle. "The baby is a girl."

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