The Lunas Bodyguard

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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Chapter One – Killer Wolves.

It wasn’t an ideal fishing weather and they had strayed past their village boundaries. But would Margaret listen?

Lydia tried convincing her second oldest sister that they could get in trouble for one, leaving the house without permission. Two, for coming to a forest’s river to fish.

The river was out of bound for fishing. But of course, Margaret won’t listen, she would rather begin yelling on how she always opposes her and is disrespectful to her and only respectful to Evelyn, their older sister.

Lydia turned to Evelyn, she was just quiet, not even trying to convince Margaret to forfeit the fishing.

“Fine, I’m leaving. If you two want, do as you like!” Lydia stomped off expecting her sisters to follow her.

Evelyn did and soon after Margaret. Of course, not without grumbling “She always opposes me”.

Lydia wanted to bring up a to brighten the mood but Margaret counted it.

“Stop wait” she stretched her both hands to stop her sisters. Margaret wanted to protest till her ears caught some growling sounds.

“Killer wolves!” Margaret suddenly shouted and began running, the others followed.

The very hungry wolf pack, which were just passing by, heard Margaret’s screams and began chasing the trail.

Margaret kept on screaming, it seemed to add strength to her legs. Lydia wanted to turn to see how far back the wolves were but her body only wanted to run.

All her strength went to her legs, even her heart got tired of beating profusely. She was almost passing out.

Evelyn noticed and grabbed hold of the rope she tied to her waist.

“On my count you hold me tight” she tied her axe to the rope. Lydia reduced her pace, her panting sounds were wearing off.

“Lydia stay with me, be strong honey. You should throw this axe to the next tree you come across. Climb up there and wait” Evelyn helped get hold the rope and ran faster to Margaret.

The increasing howls of the wolves made Lydia start up running faster again. The fishing was a bad idea, she knew it.

A tree was coming to sight. She forced her hands and begin swinging the top and the axe and she threw it across the tree.

It went round a branch thrice and she began climbing up to it. Evelyn slowed down and turned to check her Lydia, she was safe on the tree.

“Margaret, grab that rod” she shouted.

Margaret, who was already far in front of them, stopped running and turned backwards.

“I said use that rod. Use it to lift yourself to a tree” Evelyn shouted again. Margaret got hold of the rod lying on the grass and she began running.

She saw a tree so used it to lift herself to the tree. She threw it down so her older sister could use it too.

The ‘Killer Wolves’ were known not to be tree climbers so trees were a huge advantage when running from them.

After loosing two preys, the wolves howled louder and began jumping faster towards the last sister. Evelyn missed the rod and ran ahead for her life.

“No, you missed” Margaret cried as the wolves ran behind her elder sister. She looked back at Lydia who had already passed out on the tree.

“What to do! What to do! If I come down, they’ll eat me!” she cried louder.

A rod came to Evelyn’s sight but it was too short to lift her up. She grabbed it still.