The Crime Boss Obsession

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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Sophia POV

"You will be handling Damian Russo's therapy session."

Ever since this statement was made, my life has been a total turnaround. As I stared down through the window of the descending plane into Chicago, I knew that my career was about to take an unexpected turn.

The moment I stepped out of the plane, I noticed a man standing at the gated entrance and immediately recognized him.

"Dr. Sophia Carter, welcome to Chicago. Everything is in place for your session with Mr. Russo," Agent Thompson assured me with a professional nod.

I certainly hoped he was telling the truth. As we stepped into the car, my mind became preoccupied with thoughts of Damian Russo.

Considered by many to be Chicago's most enigmatic crime boss, everyone knew the story of Damian who had been involved in sophisticated financial crimes and is now facing trial. I could only hope that enough security measures had been put in place to prevent any unexpected situations.

As soon as we arrived at the prison, I shook my head at the stark reality. Indeed, being confined in this place isn't good for any human being.

We marched through the main floor of the prison, which was heavily guarded by several officers. As we slowly approached Damian's cell, I felt my heart rate increasing, and Thompson seemed to notice this as he gave me a reassuring nod.

Once we arrived at Damian's cell, Agent Thompson stepped in front of me, meeting my gaze.

"You've got this, Dr. Carter." He assured me, and I responded with a determined smile, turning towards the door and approaching it.

The moment I stepped into the cell, I was greeted by the scent of masculine sweat. I turned to see Damian doing intense push-ups. I noticed a table had been properly placed for this session, and I approached it, setting down my bag and taking my seat while I watched him continue his workout.

After a few minutes, he stood up from the push-ups and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his toned physique.

To say Damian was attractive felt like an understatement. He exuded a dangerous charisma that was hard to ignore.

"Agent Thompson is getting clever, I must say." His voice was deep and commanding, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"Mr. Russo, please have a seat. Let's begin this session," I said firmly, refusing to be intimidated.

"Intriguing," he mused, eyeing me with amusement. "I assume they haven't told you everything about me."

"I believe I know enough. You're Damian Russo, Chicago's top financial criminal. Your network is unprecedented in this city. I'm well-informed about your activities," I replied coolly.

He made his way to the chair, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he sat down with an air of authority.

"I suppose they conveniently left out the part where seven other therapists before you met unfortunate ends." I gasped at this revelation, instinctively glancing at the camera.

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