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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"Daddy...." She moaned clenching my hair, arching her back giving me more of her nipples. I took her areola in my mouth sucking hard like a baby starving for milk. I was starving for her milk making her nipples bloody red I dragged my mouth giving her wet kisses.

I make sure her whole body covered with my marks. All red and purple marks of my passionate love for her. She was moaning, Her erotic breath and my groan filled the room.I lash out my beast on her. I was rock and hard to enter inside her.

"Daddy Please" She begged her face was flashed, Her cheeks were pinky like her name.

"Rose promise me, you won't leave me" I asked entering inside her.

"Yes daddy...I won't..." She said digging her nail in my back.

"I love you princess..." I said thrusting inside her. It feel like heaven, Her p'ussy my heaven.

"I love you daddy...." She moaned coming on me and I thrusted fastest speed like if I stopped she will vanished beneath me.

"Princess where our baby..." I asked coming inside her.

Her whole body frozen beneath me. I saw tear rolling down in corner of her eyes getting invisible in her hair.

"Baby..." I asked and she broke into loud sob.

"What happened" She cried giving me hard glare like I am the person in this world she hated most. The eyes holding so much love for me was replaced with hatred.

"Baby.." I asked trying to give her hugged but she vanished beneath me before whispering " I Hate You daddy"

"Rose...." I woke up yelling her name. I looked otherside of my bed her place was empty. I was dripping in sweat bed was also wet. I again come in my dream.

I stood from bed going inside bathroom. I took bath just thinking about how's I am gonna face rose and our babies. She must have waited for me. It was first time I got late to meet them.

"Roses are ready" I asked one of the house maid.

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