The Cruel Lust Billionaire

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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Javier stared at his doctor with a dropped jaw as if he had grown two horns on his head when he heard the news that he couldn't produce sperm to bear his own child. Confusion washed over him, evident in his facial expression.

The sofa he was sitting on suddenly became uncomfortable, prompting him to stand up and pace around the room, his hands buried in his hair as he tried to process and digest the information calmly yet he was anxious.

Turning towards his doctor, Javier sighed and asked, "What do you mean, Ronnie?" His voice was slow and strained, as he fought to hold back his emotions because he was on the verge of breaking down already.

After a long silence, Ronnie began, "Javier, you know we've been friends since college and I can't lie to…."

"Get to the point," Javier snapped impatiently, glaring at him.

Ronnie blurted out, "You are suffering from Erectile dysfunction. Your dick is lifeless. I-I mean you're infertile." He quickly looked away, realizing his bluntness. Javier furrowed his eyebrows, trying to comprehend what he had just heard.

Ronnie met his gaze again and explained, "What I meant was that your dick won't react to sexual pleasure ever again. Because your dick is dead." He muttered the last part in a low tune because he didn't want to make it sound offensive.

Tears welled up in Javier's eyes as he tried to digest the disheartened information, but he quickly wiped them away. "Is there any hope? Like any chances to be cured?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Ronnie remained silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

"I asked a damn question!" Javier growled, frustration evident in his voice. He pulled at his hair and slowly sank to the floor.

In concerned, Ronnie rushed towards him and knelt beside him. "It's not the end of the world, Javier. Don't be too hard on yourself. Make sure you take your medication. Maybe, just maybe, there might be some changes." He tried to comfort him with his words.

"I've been taking these same medications for a whole five years but still nothing changed." Javier voiced out in frustration. "What caused this?" Javier asked, his eyes blinking away tears, as he spoke.

Ronnie stood up and walked towards his briefcase, pulling out a white envelope. He returned to Javier and said, "Based on the general scan we conducted, we noticed something—"

Javier's phone vibrated loudly, interrupting Ronnie. He waved his hand, signaling Ronnie to stop talking, and Ronnie understood, leaving the envelope behind as he quickly exited the office.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Javier sped into his father's mansion, nearly running over one of the clumsy servants. Fortunately, she managed to get out of the way in time "You are fired. Get your stinking self out of this mansion." He angrily yelled out from his car window, and the female servants burst into tears and ran off.

Ignoring the garage, he parked his car in the middle of the compound, too angry to care. He stormed into the building and angrily slammed the main door shut, catching his mother's attention. She had been engrossed in whatever she was watching on the TV. Startled, she turned to face him, with her hand on her chest.

"Javier, you scared me!" she snapped.

He glared at her for a moment before heading up the stairs to his room. "You never told me about your date with Olivia. Did everything go well?" she asked, "But why are you home....." her voice trailing off as he walked away.

He abruptly stopped on the fourth step, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger. He turned around to face her, his anger evident in his expression, as he sent her murderous glare.

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