THE NANNY OF THE CEO

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.

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"Would you like to give her a sleeping pill?"

The man in a black suit with a strong jaw pulled the corners of his lips, his gaze fixed on a beautiful girl wearing a gray hoodie and jeans sitting alone on the long sofa.

"Yes, she's my target tonight."

The young bartender nodded obediently and began to place the pills brought by the man in front of him. He then approached the girl mentioned by his loyal customer.

Agatha rested her chin in her hand, a look of exhaustion on her face. She couldn't stop thinking about the incident where she had accidentally dropped her senior's iPhone. Agatha took deep breaths to calm herself, knowing she had to come up with the compensation within a week.

As a college student in her final semester, living in a boarding house, how could she gather $1000 in such a short amount of time? So, for the first and last time, tonight Agatha decided to go to a bar to calm her mind.

"Maybe this can help you relax."

Agatha, who was daydreaming instead of being frustrated, lifted her head as soon as she saw a glass of drink placed in front of her. She instinctively salivated. It looked refreshing and tempting, satisfying her thirst to take a sip.

"A beautiful girl like you doesn't need to pay for it." The handsome bartender quipped with a friendly smile.

Agatha frowned in confusion, wondering why she suddenly received a drink when she didn't order one. But before she could say anything, the bartender had already walked away.

Agatha stared at the glass of golden yellow drink with white foam on the surface. Without even asking, a student like her already knew what kind of drink it was.

"Taking a sip won't make me drunk, right? Well, I just want to wet my throat. Besides, I shouldn't waste this free drink."

Agatha nodded to reassure herself and tried to think positively. The bartender's face didn't seem suspicious, so she thought the beer she held in her hand couldn't be dangerous.

Agatha said a prayer and took a sip of the beer. A furrow appeared on her forehead reflexively, as it didn't taste as good as she had imagined. As she placed the mostly full beer back on the table, her head suddenly started throbbing.

"Oh, my goodness. Did I just get tricked?" Agatha said, holding her head as the dizziness worsened.

Agatha leaned back against the sofa, gazing at the ceiling of the crowded bar filled with lights. She blinked, hoping that her pain would subside, but instead of diminishing, her body suddenly felt weak. The pain in her head spread and felt like it was about to explode.

"Why are my eyes so heavy?" Agatha murmured.

Jayden had been observing Agatha since earlier. Not only that, his fingers clenched tightly when he saw the man targeting Agatha had a cunning idea. He was very familiar with that despicable man's behavior.

"Do you want to help that girl?" Jayden's secretary, who was sitting next to him, asked. She noticed her boss's gaze.

"Take her to the empty apartment."

Jayden clenched his jaw, staring sharply at the man next to the bartender who was now laughing. It seemed that he didn't realize Jayden's presence there. And that was an opportunity for him to act immediately.

"Before that scumbag touches her," Jayden added firmly. He stood up from his seat and took wide strides to approach Agatha.

"Your target has been taken, Boss."

From a distance, the handsome bartender realized that Jayden was going to ruin his client's plan. He widened his eyes and instinctively stood up. The mastermind, seeing Jayden, gritted his teeth.

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