The Billionaires disguised Maid

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.

Modern Revenge Divorce

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PROLOGUE

'I woke up to the smell of smoke. My eyes were red with tears and I coughed uncontrollably. 'Why was the house burning?' ten year old me thought. 'Did mum leave the stove on again?' I crawled out of my room and stumbled towards the stairs. The fire seemed to be coming from down up.

"Suddenly, I heard a scream."

*****

Chloe rinsed her face with water from the sink and dried it with the towel beside her. She stared at her reflection in the mirror for some seconds before sighing.

"I need to lose weight," she muttered as she cocked her gun and hid it in her skirt before covering it up with her shirt. She walked out of the toilet as one of the maids rushed in.

"Danielle?" the maid called out. "Where are you going?"

" My name isn't Danielle," Chloe replied as she walked away. "And I've got work to do."

Chloe walked down the hallway leading to Mr. Dawson's room. She passed by a painting on the wall and stopped. She walked back and stared at it.

"Hey, how much does this painting cost?" she asked as she placed a finger on her ears.

"Not much," a voice from the earpiece in her ears answered. "Focus on your mission and forget about the painting, Chloe."

"Just tell me how much it costs," Chloe insisted.

The voice sighed and said, "Twenty thousand dollars."

"Not worth it," Chloe scoffer as she walked past it.

" I told you it wasn't much," the voice said. "Now, focus on accomplishing your mission."

"Like I wasn't," Chloe muttered and rolled her eyes.

"You do know I can hear you, right?" the voice said and Chloe grunted.

" I didn't say you couldn't," she said as she walked up to Mr. Dawson's room door.

Music boomed from the room and Chloe could hear laughter and shouting. "Having a party, Mr. Dawson?" she smirked as she pulled out her gun from her skirt and pointed it at the door's handle.

Chleo was about shooting when she heard someone gasp behind her. She turned sharply and saw it was the maid from earlier.

"D-danielle," she stuttered. "W-why are y-you with a--" Chloe didn't allow her complete her words as she pointed the gun at her and pulled the trigger. There was a 'PFFT' sound and the maid dropped to the floor with a hole in her head.

"You ask too much question," she rolled her eyes at the already dead maid before turning back to the door.

"Good thing you had your silencer on," the voice from her earpiece said and Chloe sighed.

"You turned off the security cameras, right?" Chloe asked and the voice replied with a groan

" I turned them off before you came out of your fancy toilet," they said.

Chloe pointed to the door's handle and pulled the trigger, blasting the lock off. She kicked the door and walked into the room casually.

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