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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.The feel of the light weight cotton pressed against her sweaty palms as she tightened her hold on the handkerchief, threatening to squeeze life out of it ,did very little to gain her attention .
She stared at the glass portrait frame of the famous Billionaire Antonio Resmella hanging at the wall just close to his office,her heart rate tripled in speed as she watched every tick of her clock go by .
"Irene Martinez!" she heard a cracking voice inside the room where all her attention was buried into
"Irene, you got this , just be the natural you have always been, babe" Mabel said, trying all she could to get Irene in the right mood for her interview. Their both hands were intertwined together
Mabel has been friends with Irene since they were four , Irene and Mabel's mom worked together as chefs at the Baga restaurant there in Spain ,a small restaurant but very popular for the delicious recipes they produced. Irene's dad died of a heart attack only when she was fifteen, Irene's mom Julia had to become a chef to cater for Irene and her younger brother Alan. Even though Irene hardly showed it but she loved Mabel so much.
"I love you Mabel"Irene said looking into Mabel's brown eye ,her legs trembeling as she stood up .
"Stop the drama already Irene ,you got this' Mabel hugged her as she went In .
"Irene Martinez" a woman sitted on a desk chair, looking straight into her eyes ,she stood up ,her long legs about 6 ft tall with her pair of heels overshadowed Irene's small statue.
"Good morning ma'am", am here for the position of the house keeper, here are my qualifications, Irene said leaning a file to the the lady standing in front of her
Looking at the files with keen interest Mrs Sofia asked, " how old are you Miss Irene"
"23 ma'am" Irene said with a cracking voice
"Follow me"Mrs Sofia said as she made her way to the door opposite her office, with the bold inscription of the word DIRECTOR on the door ,Irene just knew that has got to be Antonio Resmella's office the owner of the Rashertg multi billionaire company. She was trembling
Within her.
"Wait here Miss Irene"Opening the door by herself and letting herself in Mrs Sofia shuted the door behind her .
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THE FIGHT FOR LOVE
"Even if I have to die fighting for this love Irene,I wouldn't think twice."Antonio said as he stared at Irene "All I ever did was to prove to you that I love you,all you do is to shove me away why?,I don't deserve you but please give me a chance". Antonio cried out loudly Irene hurting deep ins/0/79961/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffa3ab5109bfd840c30efb632071de74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Fight For The Truth
A party that gets out of control An infidelity that breaks my heart Betrayals, secrets, and truths coming to light They accuse me of a crime I didn't commit, but I will prove my innocence. I don't remember much, just a few gray eyes that became my salvation in more ways than one./0/19715/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211225125052&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fight for Dominance
Peter was working on one of the biggest account for their company when a very tempting offer was made to him. $100 million. Just like That. To make that amount of money working as an auditor would take him of 20 years. Considering no further explanations were given, several questions were runn/0/84808/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fight For Her Vision
The scent of wet concrete used to be the perfume of my dreams, the promise of my architectural masterpiece taking shape. Until I stood on the muddy ground of my construction site and saw it: a clumsy, awkward box, nothing like the light-filled space I' d designed. My ex-boyfriend, Mark Davis, had/0/68006/coverorgin.jpg?v=933c6825580141831b06e10324b6d79e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fight. For. Love
18-year-old Theodore Banks has had enough. He was determined to change his nerdy homebody ways, get popular with girls, and defeat his bullies. He signs up to an expensive gym, where he meets the famous Maddox Zane, kickboxing champion and Theodore's new personal trainer./0/64267/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Duke's Fight For Love
Blurb: Juliet meets Duke Jackson when she comes to love with her Aunt Elizabeth. There is a lively banter between the two and their sharp tongues are put to work. Eventually, they end up falling for each other. On the other hand, Jackson's relationship with Juliet is an abomination and cannot be a/0/2835/coverorgin.jpg?v=49e388a55025bcf25b90ebc91f3a24da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Born Again to Fight
My adopted daughters, Ashley and Emily, were supposed to be our pride and joy. We had given them everything, a loving home, a future. But then, the memory hit me like a physical blow: the boot flying towards my face, the crushing weight on my chest, the screams, the smell of gasoline and fire. I/0/15917/coverorgin.jpg?v=43203fc6a803cecbea2239e066c52f46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fight For The Republic In China
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Why Men Fight
To all who are capable of new impressions and fresh thought, some modification of former beliefs and hopes has been brought by the war. What the modification has been has depended, in each case, upon character and circumstance; but in one form or another it has been almost universal. To me, the chie/0/83057/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251103131337&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Fight!
My sweet daughter Emily skipped into her bright art class, leaving me to a perfectly ordinary day. Fifteen minutes later, a scream ripped through the community center, and the art instructor pointed at me, shrieking, "Sarah Miller killed her!" Instantly arrested and dubbed "Monster Mom" by the med/0/6700/coverorgin.jpg?v=12211eb0d3a5c3fe2ab2e1e38e2a623a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On the Fringe of the Great Fight
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Fight For A Flower
A bastard like him shouldn't have her ... A woman like her shouldn't be wasting herself on someone who doesn't know how to treat a lady. She does not interest me what they think, she will be for me. I am the one who will make her enjoy it and worship as the goddess that she is. Go ahead, you can jud/0/81089/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194743&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Father's Unwavering Fight
The quarterly earnings call had just wrapped, leaving me with the quiet hum of success as CEO of Apex Innovations. My company was thriving, big but discreet, just how I liked it. All I truly cared about was getting home to my son, Leo, my everything. Then, the school's number flashed on my phone./0/84530/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204756&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Legacy, My Fight
The first call came as a familiar comfort, my mentor Professor Anya Sharma' s name on the screen, a stable part of my solitary life, her lab my sanctuary. Then, her voice shattered that peace – a choked whisper, tight with a fear I' d never heard, followed by a man's angry shout, a crash of glass,/0/3764/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813192006&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Korea's Fight for Freedom
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The Medal of Honor: A Father's Fight
The whistle blew, but the hit came a second later-a sickening crunch that echoed across the field. I watched my son, Caleb, collapse, his dreams of a football scholarship shattering with his knee. Ryan Blakely, the star linebacker from the town' s wealthiest, most powerful family, stood over him,/0/80870/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194418&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stolen Heiress: A Mother's Fight
I woke up with a scream stuck in my throat. It was Chloe's eighteenth birthday – a day that should have been filled with joy, but instead, it felt like a chilling replay. My daughter, my sweet girl, was supposed to celebrate her coming of age. The nightmare wasn’t just a dream; it was a terrifying/0/85455/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210241&imageMogr2/format/webp)
