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.

Modern Revenge Divorce

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Inigo Petrakis's POV

Present day...

What was that noise? Was that a woman singing an Ariana Grande song?

Peeling my eyes open, I groaned out loud and cursed as a ray of light bit my eyes. Curling at the other side of the bed, I cursed again when I heard my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes and frustratingly opened it to see discarded clothes strewn all over my room. The curtains were parted hence, the bright light filling in my crystal white room and the door to the shower was closed.

She began to sing the lines of Dangerous Woman and I cocked my head to the side for at her on key voice. Damn. The woman is turning me on and I fucking hate to break my rule on one night stands. Didn't the woman know not to wake up a one night stand at 6 in the morning and seduce him because of a really good song?

Throwing back the covers and tugging on a pair of discarded jeans, I groaned at my rock hard dick. This needs to get done. But my phone played my personal assistant's tone, again. Cursing in frustration, I looked for my phone at the mess in my room and growled at it when I found it. "What?"

"S-sir." my secretary, Andrew, stammered on the other line.

"This better be good Andrew because I haven't had coffee yet and a damn woman is seducing my ears." I growled at him, pinching my forehead at the obvious headache starting to form and the frustration of my male anatomy.

"It's actually about the woman and umm you sir." Andrew nervously gulped as I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

"What about it." I harshly asked on the other line.

"Well you see. There were people who caught you and her leave the party and took photos of you in a compromising position." Andrew said "You're all over the news and the board isn't happy of another scandal."

Growling in frustration, I opened the link Andrew sent me on my email and cursed out loud when I saw the cover of the headline.

Bankrupt Billionaire found in the arms of the youngest self-made millionaire Ava Marquez.

Cold settled on my feet as I read the name and our photos in a half-naked state.

No. It's not possible. Ava Marquez? An image of a raven haired green eyed beauty flashed in my mind.

Suddenly, the doors to my restroom opened and there walked out the stunning image of the woman in my mind. She was only wearing a bathrobe and her curly hair fell on soft tendrils on her back. A cheschire grin was on her lips as she smiled wickedly at me.

"Good morning." she wickedly greeted. Seeing the shock on my face and my phone on my hand, her eyes left a knowing look "Oh! You've heard the news too."

Shaking my head out of my lustful thoughts, I stomped towards her with determination "We need to sort this out! I cannot have another scandal with my company in jeopardy!"

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