Reborn with a License to Kill Politician Turned Mafia Lord

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

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Abigail's POV

"I am excited that we are going back home tomorrow evening, this Summer vacation has been boring" I gulp down my glass of Martini

"Boring you say? Girl! for 2 months you have hit it hard with different guys" Donna shouts rolling her eyes and nodding to the music.

Actually she was right, 60 days in Philadelphia and I can brag that I had seen it all with their men and believe me when I say none of them met my satisfaction.

At 22, I had a high sexual urge and I could count a hand full of guys who had satisfied me and my coming to Philadelphia was to meet new people but yet again I had been disappointed.

One can say I'm a spoilt rich kid, well! Why not? If you grew up in Beverly Hills like I did then you would understand. My father is a billionaire. Not to brag but the CEO Papa Tom Foods.

My family owns Chains of Restaurants and Hotels in New York City. Being the heir to all that wealth i definitely deserve to show off.

Donna and Kimberly have been friends with me since kindergarten. Their family ain't as rich as mine but they were wealthy enough to live in Beverly Hills.

This trip was being sponsored by my father as always. Donna and Kimberly were my best friends, they were the only people who understood me. They didn't think I was proud and pompous as every other person thought.

They knew the real me and i was glad to have them around. I raised my glass to see it was empty. I gesture to the bartender

"Another glass of Martini and a refill for my guests" I ask

"At your service Mi Lady" the guy quickly fills up our glasses.

"And none of them gave me the satisfaction I needed" I respond to Donna

"But seriously you need to slow down on your lifestyle Abby, the count is getting uncountable" Kimberly say

"You know I don't care about relationships now, so let me have fun please" I say smiling at her before sipping my drink

"Girl!! Check that guy out, he has been staring at you for a while now" Donna points to a dark corner of the Vip Room

I follow her finger to see a man dressed in a black suit, staring at me while smoking a Cigar.

I laugh out wildly and look away from him

"Who wears a suit to a club at night!" I retort

"Plus he doesn't look like a guy, he looks way older than we are" Kim shares

"I gat no issue with his age, the older the men the blissful the experience if you know what I mean" I laugh

"That's why you should definitely check him out you know, maybe he would give you the lasting experience you are looking for here in Philadelphia" Donna pushed

"Well just because I'm bored, I will give him a little show and watch his approach. Just maybe I would end up having a good night with him" I chuckle

"My concern is that he looks creepy, please be careful Abby" Kim said

For some reason Kim was always very protective of me. She would try to stop me from going crazy when I decide to which was a buzz kill to me. But Donna was always giving me the hype I needed to have fun.

Kimberly was a typical good girl who often gets her heart broken by her boyfriends, which was one reason I didn't like the idea of loving someone.

"Alright girls, let's hit the dance floor!" I say loudly before getting down to the dance floor dragging with me the girls.

I glanced at the man in the dark and blew him a kiss before turning to the dance floor and getting down to business.

The Dj did his job perfectly as he blasted the speakers with Beyonce's Who run the world.

I began to sway my hips from right to left making sure to run my hands all over my body in a sexual manner.

Donna came close to me while dancing and I began to whine while dropping down low. I really outdid myself on the dance floor today.

Minutes later, we were exhausted and decided to sit back at the bar to drink

"Mehnn! That was hot" I say laughing

"Did you see how that guy kept gushing over you" Donna say winking at me

"Man Donna, Man. He is not a guy. He looks like a man" Kim say panting from the dance

"Well, let's see his approach now"

I gesture to the bartender for a refill and he did so winking at me