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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.~ ANDERSON'S RESIDENCE~
"How could you do this to me, HOW COULD YOU!!" Mr Stanley gruff painfully on his knees. He had just been shot on his right leg. Blood was oozing out and he scrunch his face in pains.
"You left me with no choice Stanley...I had to do this" Mr Harris, his bottom friend replied still pointing a gun at him.
"I trusted you! You were my friend for f**k's sake!!! I'll pay you back for this Harris Cooper!! I'll f**king pay you back for betraying me you crazy son of a GUN!!!" Stanley groaned loudly, charging forward to take his gun which was just few metres away from him. He successfully took it but before he could cocked the gun, Harris shot him at the chest. The bullets penetrate straight into his heart. Blood pumps out massively and he fell heavily to the floor with his mouth widely open. Instantly, he laid down dead with his eyes closed. Blood streaming down every part he was shot.
"Da...daddy..." A little girl's voice quivered almost Inaudibly. She was also on the floor by the stairs with blood gushing out of her head. She had just witnessed her father being shot brutally and her mother was also on the floor already shot on the head.
"Mo..." She couldn't finished calling the word before her little strength left her.
Harris kept his gun inside his coat jacket and heave heavily.
"You brought this upon yourself Stanley" He muttered then walked over to the little girl laying unconscious on the floor. Without uttering a word, he carried her in his arms and left the house.
~NINE YEARS LATER ~ STAR BELLS HIGH~
It was the last day of test. All students groaned just thinking of the paper they're having.
Maths. Virtually every students' enemy except for the brainy ones.
Hallelujah walked care freely to the class humming a song of her own. Her hair flew freely in the air as she bounce twirling and smiling broadly. One could tell she was in a happy mood. Why wouldn't she be? It's the last day of test anyway. She entered the class and walked to her desk not minding the eyes on her.
"Oh! It's chocolate!" She clasped her palms together excitedly on seeing the chocolate bar placed on her desk.
' Good luck...Angel' Was written on a small note stick to the chocolate bar. It's no surprise to her, since that wasn't her first time of receiving such gifts.
She tends to get a tons of gifts daily especially from guys.
Why?
Cause she's pretty.
She giggled and unwrapped it quickly welcoming the sweet thing into her mouth.
"Hmmm..." She moans in relish with her eyes closed chewing slowly and savoring the sweet taste of it.
She twitch a little noticing the weird taste that came from the it. But who cares, it's her favorite chocolate bar anyway. She shrugged it off and took her seat.
Minutes later, Mrs Wells, their Homeroom teacher came in and after a short address, she distributed the papers to them.
Hallelujah was on the second roll so, after the paper was passed to her, she turned back to pass it to the next person behind her and that's when she noticed peering gaze of the demoness itself, watching her. Her evil lips smirking back at her in a way that screams danger.
Eloise demonstrated a gesture of 'I'm watching you' and ' You're dead' to her, with the smirk not leaving her lips but Hallelujah only returned the gesture with an innocent sweet smile before turning back to her front.
"Alright guys, you've got only twenty minutes and it starts now!" The teacher announced and all get to work.
It hasn't been up to ten minutes that Hallelujah starts to feel uncomfortable. It feels like something is moving in her stomach and it wouldn't stop upsetting her.
"No...not now" She squeezed her face fidgeting with her legs on her seat. Her stomach wouldn't stop growling and sweats already broke out on her forehead.
"I can't go now...I promise Mom I'll do well in this test ple_ ow!" She shifted to one side on her seat, her hold on her pen tightened that it broke the pen into two.
Mrs Wells noticed her discomfort and walked towards her inquiring on what the matter is with her.
"I'm...I'm fine Mrs Wells...I'm goo..dd" She lied holding the damn thing in.
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