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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.Chapter 1Â Â
        Naomi POV
I got up early from bed, as usual, to get ready for work, I value my job so much to the extent that I won't let lateness ruin it, that is why I had to discipline myself to get up early with the help of an alarm.
I stretched my body and played a song on my phone, I sang and danced along with it as I got ready for work.
I decided to put on my grey skirt and my white sleeve, I packed my hair and using hair control at the front to style it, I applied a pink lipstick with a little powder and voo, I am all set.
I decided to wear the only shoe I had only to discover it's worn out, I settled with my scandals that not that pretty but who cares, I am not impressing anybody by the way.
I stepped out to catch up with the first bus, I greeted everyone with a smile as usual.
The bus got to the bus stopped, I stepped down and saw a guy harassing a kid, "Hey you, let the kid go." I ordered.
"And if I don't?" He asked.
I hate it when someone tastes my patients, I gave him a knock and his nose started bleeding, "You are a f**king man in a girl outfit." He cried before leaving.
"Hey kid, take your bag and go to school."
"Thank you so much, Miss." She replied.
I just saved the day, I should be called supergirl, I made a full of myself.
I walked fast till I arrived at the company I work at, I greeted everyone and went straight to my desk.
The phone on the desk rang and I knew it was from my boss, "Naomi, my office now with those documents."
"Yes, boss." I stood up taking up the documents and walking to my boss office.
"Good Morning boss, these are the documents you asked for." I placed it on the desk.
"Okay, good." My boss stood up saying, "You are so beautiful Naomi and hard working."
He rubbed my shoulder and I adjusted.
"Thank you, sir."
He went back to his seat saying, "What's my schedule?"
"You have a meeting at Royal Hotel in the next one hour."
"Okay good, I will send you some documents I will be needing there and you coming with me."
"Yes sir." He asked me to leave and I went straight to the restroom to make coffee, I haven't had breakfast.
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The Crazy Babysitter
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Billionaire's Naughty Babysitter
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Babysitter for the CEO
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Become A Babysitter
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You Again?! ( My firecracker babysitter)
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