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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.
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Forbidden Mania
Mishka Basu never asked for much, just a quiet life, free from the whispers of a past she never chose. But fate has other plans when Arsh Malhotra storms into her world, a man who is both her salvation and her ruin. He is chaos wrapped in charm, a man who loves like a madman, possessive, untamed, a
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His Mania
"leave me" she whispered in a heavy voice. " never gattina" he spoke huskily while moving his fingers along her thigh which made her shiver. " i..i...am..m...not..y..yours" she stuttered, enjoying the havoc creating in her body by his calloused fingers. Suddenly he wrapped his sexy digits again
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WET PUSSY
On the rain-soaked streets of Blackthorn City, whispers follow a drenched black cat the locals call Wet Pussy. To some, it's just a stray. To others, it's an omen. But to one woman, its sudden appearance at her doorstep marks the beginning of a nightmare. After a stormy night leaves her staring at
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The Black Death, and The Dancing Mania
The account of "The Black Death" here translated by Dr. Babington was Hecker's first important work of this kind. It was published in 1832, and was followed in the same year by his account of "The Dancing Mania." The books here given are the two that first gave Hecker a wide reputation. Please Note
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