ALAENA THE REJECTED LUNA

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 might be familiar with those stories where a young girl is rejected, because she is tagged a wolf less girl. Well, that is not just my story. My name is Ember Fin, and I am an orphan.

I started living with my uncle after I lost my parents to a disastrous flood, that claimed many lives in my city. Till today, some say that it was the anger of the moon goddess upon the community, that made her destroy a lot of lives.

"Phew!" I sighed in frustration and weakness. For the past few days, I and some other late shifters who had been rejected and sold by their families, were jam-packed in a very small confinement.

To make matters worst, we weren't given feed, and we were also treated like servants. What pained me the most was that my wicked uncle, had claimed every property my late parents had left behind.

Being dragged down the hallway in chains, I knew that it was the highest level of pain that my body could endure.

"Would you walk very fast, you untamed rejects?" The wild man barked at us. It was very obvious that he was the emcee.

Well, we were all tired as a result of exhaustion and pain.

"My back... my back...!" I screamed in pain. One of the ruthless men standing behind me, had flogged my back with a painful whip. Even as I made to fall on the ground, I kept getting some more lashes all over my body.

Almost immediately, my whole body got covered in blood. The worst part of my dilemma, was that none of them cared about what they were doing to us. It was even very obvious that they were enjoying the pains that they were inflicting on us.

In no time, we arrived at the hall. Throughout my journey on that chain, I could only cry in pain, and also call on the moon goddess to come and take me away, just like the way that she claimed my parents.

We got to the hall, and we met the presence of an audience, that I later discovered were mostly Alphas, who came to look for younger and fresher blood that they would prey on.

All my body was sore, and I irked of fresh blood and rotten meat. Obviously, from my untreated wounds.

"So, I promised you'll a spectacular display, today." The emcee began, and I stared at him in disgust.

Their were over give of thirty of us on that chain, that had been bounded legs and hands together. At that very sight, I had witnessed some who passed away.

"Looking at these young bloods, I know that it'd be a tough decision to make. Let's start from the first person!" He said, and they started bidding on the price that she would be sold at.

Although my vision was actually blurry, and I was also the last person on the line, and I could clearly see how everything was going.

Soon, like a movie, I was just the last remaining.

There I laid on the ground in a helpless manner, I cried unto the moon goddess with the fear that she might have deserted me.

With so much hate in me, I cursed each of the men sitting in the audience. I couldn't explain how they derived joy in preying on the vulnerability of young girls.

"She is the last girl remaining, and obviously the most beautiful of them all." The emcee started again. This time, he was obviously talking about me.

Each passing second, I would notice the impatience in the eyes of those men. Their eyes were filled with both lust and also evil.

"I hate you." I cursed at him, but I was silenced with an ear deafening punch that almost shattered my brain.

"You cursed animal!" He spat at me.

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