Mr Bingley My Rich Single

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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The sound of footsteps could be clearly heard from outside the room, leading to the room. The footsteps then stopped right in front of the room's door, followed by a synchronised knock on the door.

"Come in!"

A tall and sexy woman came in front of the person inside the room.

"Excuse me, sir. Did you call for me?" she asked softly.

The middle-aged man looked sharply at the woman he knew to be his assistant. "Has everyone gathered?" asked a middle-aged man, the leader of Abraham's family.

"Yes, sir. Mr and Mrs Latulini are already in the meeting room."

Mr Abraham gave a small nod. "Very well. I'll be right there."

Some time was needed to prepare to go to the room designated as the meeting place between the two big families, in the course of their business.

When they learnt that Mr Abraham was coming to the room, they prepared to welcome him.

Now, standing before them was a man who was very influential to the two large groups. As much as 80% of the shares were held by this middle-aged man. Therefore, they respected Mr Abraham very much.

"Welcome, Mr Abraham."

They greeted him with an upright position, then sat down as soon as Mr Abraham took his seat.

Mr Abraham cast his eyes around the room. It was true what his secretary had said, that everyone had gathered in their respective places.

"Thank you for coming to this meeting place. We have a lot to discuss, for the betterment of these two large ongoing groups," he said, causing sweat to pour down the forehead of the Latulini family patriarch.

To the right of Mr Abraham was Zeo Abraham, the only descendant of the Abraham family. Next to Zeo were Mr Abraham's brother and sister-in-law, who were none other than Zeo's uncle and aunt.

"Previously, I wanted to ask the results of the marketing done by Latulini Group. Has there been any progress regarding the services being marketed?" asked Mr Abraham.

"Well, thank you for your question, Mr Abraham. We, at the Latulini Group, have been trying our best to market the space design services that the Abraham Group provides," said Mr Latulini, as he opened a data file on his computer screen.

Everyone was paying close attention to every slide Mr Latulini was presenting. Every piece of data was valid, to the point where there was almost no loophole for those who were unhappy with him to get through.

Of the many people who liked him, there must be a handful of people who disliked him. That was true, because it was Zeo's aunt and uncle who were unhappy with the co-operation between the two families.

Ren Abraham, Zeo's uncle, leaned closer to his wife. "At this rate, can we fight them?"

It seemed that they were very worried, because the data they provided was very valid, and could be accounted for.

"Relax, we still have a plan B!"

Ren nodded, having heard Yuki whispering such soothing things to him.

Yuki looked deeply at Mr Latulini, while preparing herself to make a big attack on him.

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