Trapped In The CEOs Web

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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"You don't understand!" Tatiana banged on the table furiously after the cops told her they were still at a dead end and the investigation on her twin brother's death could be closed.

"You have to calm down Miss," the officer said calmly but it wasn't getting to her, how is she expected to calm down when her brother was found dead in the middle of the street two weeks ago and the bastards who did it were still roaming freely.

"You have no right to tell me to calm down when you've not been doing your job right, it's been two weeks and you can't find a clue on who killed my brother or why he was killed," she replied breathing heavily. She just wants Justice, is it too much to ask?

"We could lead it to Chase enterprise since he worked for them," the officer said.

'My suspicious was right, Tyson called from work. Kendrick Chase definitely had something to do with her brother's death,' Tatiana thought her gaze rested on

"But we can't question Mr. Chase," the officer added.

"Why?" Her eyes twitched.

"Your brother was found miles away from the chase mansion or the company there is a possibility the street guys could be responsible for it," he said with a shrug.

"Nonsense," she said in annoyance. "Someone from Chase enterprise definitely had something to do with this, why won't you agree with me?" She asked her eyes beaming with tears.

"There is no evidence pointing at him and your groundless accusations can get you in trouble," the officer warned.

"I don't care if you guys don't want to help, I will find help myself," she said and left the station.

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CHASE ENTERPRISES

Papers were scattered on Kendrick's desk with an employee standing in front of him, this is the third time he will be submitting a report of fifty pages and Kendrick trashed it every single time. And It's only noon.

"Not good enough," he said dropping the report.

"This is the third time sir," the employee lamented, he hasn't been able to focus on other things and with the look of things he will have to work overtime.

"Are you complaining?" Kendrick asked indifferently.

"No sir, I am suggesting..."

"Keep your suggestion to yourself and do a better job," Kendrick cut him off making the man walk out of his office helplessly.

Just then his friends walked in and each took a seat on the couch, Kendrick didn't bother to raise his head as he typed aggressively on his laptop.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Finn joked grabbing a magazine that laid carelessly on the table.

"Shut that mouth of yours if you don't want your tongue cut," Kendrick said passing him a killer glare.

"What happened? Your employee walked out almost in tears," Sam reported what they had just witnessed.

"He wasn't doing his job properly," he replied not sparing them a glance. "They should just quit if they can't follow simple instructions," he added angrily.

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