His Smile Worth Billions

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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Layla stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the neckline of her dress. Her dress was a pastel pink, made of silky material that felt luxurious against her skin.

She loved this dress, it always made her feel confident and beautiful. As she studied herself in the mirror, her step-sister, Claire, came up behind her. Layla frowned, knowing how much Claire loved to pick on her for no reason at all.

She spun around to face her sister, finding Claire's eyes on her chest. Claire giggled maliciously and said, "I love how that dress fits your body. And it shows off your cleavage nicely too, don't you think?" Layla felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized Claire was right.

The dress was a bit too tight around her chest area, revealing a little more than she would have liked.

She turned away from the mirror, feeling self-conscious about her appearance. As she tried to adjust her dress, Claire pushed her back towards the mirror forcefully, saying, "Don't be shy, layla! You look so good in that dress. Everyone at the party will be staring at you.

Layla couldn't believe what she was hearing. Claire wasn't nice to her other times and always tried to make her feel uncomfortable."Oh come on,Layla, it's no big deal.

Just enjoy yourself tonight! It's a party, after all." Claire shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal, but Layla could see the delight in her eyes. She was being rude to Claire for no reason, maybe she was just excited for the party. Layla forced herself to smile and continued to adjust her dress.

As Layla and Claire arrived at the party, they were greeted by their step-parents and the rest of their family.

Layla noticed her boyfriend, Josh, across the room, chatting with some of his friends. Layla couldn't help but notice the way Claire was staring at Josh.

She knew Claire had a crush on him, and she had warned Josh several times to stay away from Claire, but he never listened. As Layla looked around the room, she saw Josh's eyes meet hers.

He flashed a warm smile at her, making her heart flutter." Josh's smile widened as he saw Layla walking towards him. "Hey beautiful! You look great tonight!'

Josh reached for layla's hand and held it firmly in his. Layla felt her face blush as she realized how attentive Josh was being.

Not only had he complimented her, but he had reached out to hold her hand as if he was proud to be with her.

As the two of them walked away from the group, Layla noticed Claire's eyes on them." Josh and Claire were working together, plotting behind Layla's back to make sure she was never suspicious.

Josh was the charming and attentive boyfriend, making layka feel safe and loved. Claire, on the other hand, was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As Layla continued to sip her drink without realizing that it had been drugged, Claire watched and waited. She could feel the power she held overLayla, and the excitement of her plan unfolding was almost too much to bear. Josh watched as Layla took a sip, feeling elated as layla's defenses disappeared right before her eyes.

Josh walked up behind Layla and put a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Hey, Layla ithink it's time we got going.

Why don't you come with me?" Layla turned around with a dazed expression, unable to understand what was happening around her.

Layla allowed Josh to guide her outside, and soon the two of them were in Josh's car, driving towards an unknown destination. Layla tried to resist the effects of the drug, but she was quickly feeling dizzy and disoriented.

She tried to open the car door, but Josh locked it and turned to face her. "Sorry,Layla , but we need to take you somewhere so that you can rest.

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