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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."Hey you, what did I just say?" The teacher howled at her. "I am talking to you, Miss Joy," the teacher said when she realized the girl wasn't conceding, and the anger in her voice could be heard.
"Miss Joy!!" The teacher yelled again, and this time she banged her fist on the table of the young tan-skinned girl.
"I'm sorry," she confessed quickly, trying her best to resist the gaze of her classmates. "I'm just... hmm. You know what, forget it." She sputtered.
One of the students said, "Perhaps she got her vagina licked by a dog," and the rest erupted into laughter.
That is it. Joy hates them because they won't stop prying their noses into her business, but what other choices does she have?
"No, she probably lost her lunch fees again." Another says, and the students feign a sorry look.
"I'm sorry ma'am!" Joy laments, her gaze now staring at the floor, and she is trying her best not to cry at the same time.
They are all bitches. She thought. Aren't they the ones that made her lose her lunch surcharges? That is how they have been doing it ever since she began schooling here.
Well, she'd already been exonerated of it. Ever since her first day at school, Rebecca and her crew have been bullying her.
Could she blame them?
Hell No! That is how it had been ever since she was old enough to untangle left from right. It begins at a young age. This is the fourth school she has been to in three months, and she is not ready to change schools again.
Besides, she is in her final year, and there are just two weeks left until school goes on vacation. Perhaps, that is how she chooses her destiny.
They will be starting their final-year exams next week. Just a week left. She assured herself. Everything would soon end well.
She couldn't report Rebecca and her crew. She had heard that her father was the owner of Mega Mercy Model School. Moreover, she had heard of all the terrible things that happened to everyone who reported Rebecca to the headmistress. That is her father's wife.
Either they were expelled the next day, or they ended up losing their arm or leg. No way! Joy shook her head. She couldn't let that happen. She had been patient enough, and she couldn't destroy everything she had been enduring due to a single day of anger.
Besides, she believes that anger is a demon. If you allowed the demon to take over, it would tarnish everything you have ever worked hard for.
Moreover, fighting back isn't an option. Wait a minute, can she even beat Rebecca and her squad? If she tries it, then her mother should be digging her grave or ready to waste her power on her again.
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Dawn Of Glory
They had her surrender and snarled at her with their sharp, long teeth. She knew she was doomed. She has finally met her end. Even if everybody forgives her and lets her go, Delta Logan won’t support them. He is dangerous. She examined her surroundings, her eyes wondering for a way out. However, i/0/60805/coverorgin.jpg?v=60674bb999cee3c6bfda8f100ab4674f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming My Glory
In my senior year of high school, my best friend fell for a rebellious school bully. He took her out of class to party, causing her grades to plummet. To stop her, I went to great lengths and revealed everything to her parents. I managed to pull her back onto the right path. But on the day of the/0/16001/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ab9e47d00c4aa9605751662ce080179&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Glory of the Trenches
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From Me to You
"Even before I could go near him, I felt his hand on my waist. His skin was as cold as ice and it sent shiver down my spine. There was hint of admiration and love in his eyes and it really confused me. I felt that he liked me but that thought was totally absurd. His pinkish lips raised, it made my l/0/7581/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bf7041fe30a74a60a2efdc36fa8116a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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From Rejection to Desire
After being publicly rejected by her mate, the Alpha's son, orphans Kit, and her little sister Cami, run away from their pack. Seven years later, who should walk into the diner that Kit works at and Cami studies in, but the new Beta of the pack they abandoned, who just so happens to be Cami’s very s/0/53886/coverorgin.jpg?v=f02d7811110d490f99375bc27856db5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Rags To Magnate
Tristan's girlfriend stabbed him in the back on his twentieth birthday. Heartbroken and embarrassed, he cried his eyes out until he vomited blood and fainted. A droplet of his blood stained the ring he never took off his finger. Like magic, the bloodline detector that had been inactive for twenty/0/51842/coverorgin.jpg?v=96251421faa74f29281728e783227694&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Squalor To Splendor
He was insulted, despised, and called all sorts of names by many because he was an orphan from a poor family who worked hard to make ends meet. Despite being poor and working part-time jobs, Justin was also providing for his girlfriend's family. Unfortunately, the day he considered as the happies/0/84629/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b92dfe7e940c36bfb4327abec342edf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From chains to crown
I, Damien, reject the pregnancy. I'm not responsible for it. She sleeps with the guards."Emily, a slave bound to the ruthless Prince Damien of Opsia, is left to die after becoming pregnant a crime punishable by death.Betrayed. Humiliated. Condemned. Her fate seems sealed.Until another prince steps/0/89486/coverorgin.jpg?v=44ed1726c966cc7bd09b6d9b43766a6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FROM MRS. TO ME
"From Mrs. to Me" is a story about Ava, a woman who navigates a tumultuous marriage and emerges stronger and wiser. With the support of her mother, Emma, Ava finds the courage to prioritize her own happiness and well-being. After a divorce, Ava rebuilds her life, focuses on her career, and rediscove/0/50515/coverorgin.jpg?v=57f8b0d0701db861812a249e6ef5fde8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FROM LOATHING TO LOVE
Silvia Winfold and Antonio Parker's love for each other became the building block of their family's long-time unending rage and hatred for each other. Silvia was ready to defile her family for the boy he loved, A decision that would cost them a lot since the horrific past experiences between their f/0/82903/coverorgin.jpg?v=340a3abc59b34f2a0ad5be5ea5c009af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Naive to Ruthless
The bell above my clinic door jingled. I was Dr. Hayes, a woman who' d finally built a life, a stable family. Pregnant with our planned baby, I believed my husband, Mark, was as excited as I was. Then Chloe, a seemingly confident student, walked in with a smile that felt sharp, unpleasant. "I'm/0/83941/coverorgin.jpg?v=002d0b890334aba7a6db46876ece0759&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Collateral to Queen
I was 34, finally pregnant and ready to build the family I' d always dreamed of with Caleb, six years my junior. He said he loved my maturity, my independence, my established life – making me feel cherished. But then I found his laptop, open to a group chat called "The Wolfpack." The messages c/0/84353/coverorgin.jpg?v=5206ecd4970c8777dbf7c4f5a3e711d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mansion to Mugshot
The roar of my ' 69 Mustang Mach 1, a Candy Apple Red masterpiece, was the most beautiful sound in the world; it was finally home, the culmination of years of meticulous restoration. But that perfect moment shattered when my wife, Gabby, and her shady "cousin" Wesley - a man I always distrusted, wh/0/82702/coverorgin.jpg?v=65a0e1f76131833aa14b224cd5a33a4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Burden To Billionaire
With a precious curve of life stirring within me, my husband Mark drove us towards a critical high-risk prenatal scan, a seemingly normal journey for an expecting couple. Yet, miles from civilization, he abruptly pulled over, dumping me on the roadside with a flimsy excuse about an investor crisis/0/84525/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0386340e5f5b52c0b0c1719b3f75087&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Blame to Beloved
I'm going to die soon. That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam. Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left m/0/84560/coverorgin.jpg?v=62b40cf5645b888bf3503e2f28b51a16&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Dust to Gold
For years, the hum of the textile factory was Sarah Miller' s only solace, making her feel competent in a life where she was otherwise suffocated by the demands of her husband, Mark, and his mother, Eleanor. They relentlessly pressured her for a child, reducing her worth to a mere vessel for an heir/0/84589/coverorgin.jpg?v=13e3f320c207becc665bcead45f18a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fiancee to Free
The hospital lights hummed as I leaned against the cold wall, my body aching from a long shift, but my stomach coiled with a deeper anxiety. My fiancé, Dr. Mark Jensen, the rising star surgeon, was an hour late for dinner, consumed by his revolutionary new device. I decided to surprise him in his/0/85264/coverorgin.jpg?v=2243096f3c68d84a9e2300e993af9635&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Victim To Victor
The stifling heat of my dorm room was the first sign. It clung to me like a wet blanket, a stark contrast to the cool relief of the hallway. Then came the sharp voice, Olivia' s, followed by the others, demanding I turn off the AC I' d just turned on. "Turn that off." "Yeah, turn it off. It' s/0/99305/coverorgin.jpg?v=7afcd192d04bd9d0f640cbc96acc6ec4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
