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Get the APPAfter My Death My Biased Parents Fell Apart
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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.Chapter 1
During my summer job, a bizarre customer threw hot milk tea at me and even broke the store's equipment. The milk tea shop sided with the customer and took my entire salary to cover the damages. When I went to argue, I was hit by a large truck on the way.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when the customer threw the milk tea at me. The hot milk tea splashed on my face, making me shiver from the burn. I opened my eyes to see the woman, not satisfied with just throwing the milk tea, reaching over the counter to hit me. Instinctively, I stepped back a few paces to avoid her.
Seeing the woman's crazed expression, I was momentarily stunned before realizing that I had been given a second chance.
On this day in my previous life, the shop was unusually busy. After the woman placed her order, she started urging me to hurry up within two minutes. Even though I had already warned her that there would be a longer wait today, she didn't care and hurled a string of profanities at me.
"It's clearly because you're clumsy! What's with the excuses? If someone else were doing it, it would have been done by now!"
"People like you are just a burden on society! Your parents must have been really unlucky to have you!"
Verbal abuse wasn't enough for her; she frequently interfered with my work. I couldn't take it anymore and told her she could cancel her order if she couldn't wait. The woman lost her temper, accusing me of disrespecting her. She not only threw hot milk tea at me but also tried to overturn the machine to hit me.
After getting injured, I called the police. But when my parents arrived, they were embarrassed by me and forbade me from pursuing the matter. When I got home, they beat me up. My wounds became infected, and I developed a high fever that night.
The next day, the milk tea shop called to inform me that I had been fired, and my part-time wages were used to compensate the customer and cover the store's damages. When my parents saw that I didn't bring home any money, they kicked me out.
"That was supposed to be money for your sister's new computer! You useless thing, you can't even handle a small task!"
"If you don't get your wages back today, don't bother coming home!"
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Counterattack To My Biased Parents
Working during summer vacation, a strange customer threw hot milk tea at me and even damaged the machines in the store. The milk tea shop sided with the customer and even took all of my wages to compensate for the damages. When I went to argue about it, I was crushed into minced meat by a large tr/0/89746/coverorgin.jpg?v=d737c4d64085481531ad266987a16964&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After My Death, He Crumbled
Nathan Cross, the infamous underworld boss, married Jane Rivers on the day her family's wealth collapsed. He had harbored a secret love for her for a decade. After their marriage, he treated her like royalty. Jane believed she had found the right man, until their fifth year together. She di/1/110761/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260313215848&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My lover's revenge after my death
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather. He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge. He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him. He framed my father as a rat. He locked my mother in/0/80417/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a6dffeda70604a6ad0c079f3319aa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After My Death, His Sight Returned
The October chill was nothing compared to the silence of my house as I returned from Alaska, desperate for my daughter, Sophia. "Sophia... there was an accident," Ethan, my husband, said coldly, instantly shattering my world. My little girl was gone, punished for breaking a trivial toy boat he cheri/0/80752/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fdb3135850d52ea90c74722716ba83b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Lies Fell Apart
I secretly loved my best friend's older brother, Alex, for years. My clumsy text message accidentally sent to him unexpectedly pulled me back into his orbit. But our reunion was overshadowed by his ex, Jess, who years ago had cunningly ruined my chance with Alex, forcing me to leave town in shame./0/84034/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f26fc254826a9a1a72b3d43957f013e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Foster Parents' Fatal Mistake
An MIT acceptance letter lay on my desk, a full-ride scholarship, my ticket to a dazzling future far from my foster home. But my foster father, Rufus, scoffed, his voice flat: "You're not going." Instead, he' d arranged a "tech internship" out West, promising big money and opportunities, while my/0/25108/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220209013737&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A LIFE WITHOUT MY PARENTS
It's kind of hard to live a pretty fulfilling life without your parents. A very hard life that begins for me. After my parents' funeral, I had to leave the family home with my grandmother Amandine and my little brother Idriss to manage. I met Stéphane, a neighborhood neighbor who helped me a lot. A/0/86549/coverorgin.jpg?v=4047100bbdeda38fc5317ec01b8d3bc0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Parents, Their Pet, My Hell
The Great Depression had gnawed away at everything, leaving my family-my parents, Mark and Susan, and me, Sarah-scrambling for survival in a city choked with despair. Then, they found Buddy, a stray golden retriever, shivering in an alley. Suddenly, my meager cannery wages, meant for rent and food/0/84369/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5a7c152ddc9b37f98e10c6685f4c64d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife's Faked Death
At sixty-six, lying in a hospice bed, my breath a shallow rasp, I faced the end of a lifetime of thankless labor. My estranged daughter stood by, refusing eye contact, when she announced, "You have a visitor." The door opened, and in walked a woman older, impeccably dressed-my wife, Jenny, who ha/0/95073/coverorgin.jpg?v=485afaa8df7e0cc917da2ec77c278b9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Death Countdown
On our wedding anniversary, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I only had three months to live. I planned to tell my husband, Tobias Wright, but I accidentally heard a conversation between him and his mother, Joanna Wright, when I was outside the study. "Mom, she's finally going to die./0/84197/coverorgin.jpg?v=307f61997763200fb26c8eaf83091a07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 99th Time We Fell Apart
My first life ended alone in a hospital room, not with a bang, but with the quiet hum of an IV. My husband, Ethan Lester, had spent months tearing me down, flaunting an affair, and relentlessly pursuing a divorce. It was only after death, in an empty void, that the shattering truth unfolded: Ethan/0/84860/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205248&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Death, My Awakening
They threw me out of this city three years ago, calling me crazy, an obsessed medical student trying to ruin a business heir' s life because he chose someone else. Now I' m back, a doctor, ready to face the judgment all over again. But at my parents' suffocating welcome-home party, the news blared/0/37983/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230922133957&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Angel Of Death
Dr. Alexander, a respected psychologist, is forced to confront his deepest fears when he agrees to counsel the infamous killer, the Angel of Death, Ezrael/Ezra. But When a simple consulting turns into a prison break, Ezra decides to keep him captive and now Dr. Alexander must navigate the treacher/0/93235/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c814caf8aed04b98af15418cced6c84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Fell In Love With Me After The Divorce
I received a divorce text message. The sender was my husband, whom I had never met despite being married for a year through an arrangement. He said he had been in love with a girl for ten years and wanted to divorce me to pursue her. I agreed and casually asked for twenty million dollars as/0/83228/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202203&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Second Death, My Second Chance
I died once trying to be a hero. It was after high school graduation, at Brad Thompson' s notorious "End of the World Bash" lake party. I warned everyone about the spiked punch and Brad's predatory nature, but my girlfriend Tiffany scoffed, and my childhood friend Sarah, blinded by her crush on Br/0/39254/coverorgin.jpg?v=3559b0a01dcbae2e2c87314a9de95afa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I FELL FOR MY BOSS
I FELL FOR MY BOSS By: Presh Jerry SYNOPSIS Stella Jonathan, a beautiful and hard working young girl. Currently living with her parents in a remote village She’s hardworking, generous, respectful, most of all she’s damn beautiful. But there was one litt/0/82247/coverorgin.jpg?v=df3eb4be611fbf1ade0eca5d9dbabd09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I FELL FOR MY BROTHER
Seth , I love you . I am not lying, I grabbed his arm and said. He looked at me and shook my hand away . " We can't Seyah , We're Siblings, we share the same blood from the same parents, we can't bé lovers. He just spoke without even caring about my feelings. Why can't he understand me? He's still/0/21917/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b324fd9bd7ac7a4ce776de62fa9e5f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Fell For My Brother
“Seth, I love you. I’m not lying” I grabbed his arm and said. He looked at me and shook my hand away. “We can’t Seyah. We’re siblings. We share the same blood from the same parents, we can’t be lovers” He just spoke without even caring about my feelings. Why can't he understand me? He’s still push/0/85889/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211044&imageMogr2/format/webp)
