Falling in love with my secret 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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As Marcel Sterling stepped into the bustling cafe and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries filled his nostrils, he adjusted the strap of his worn leather bag slung over his chest while he looked at the different customers who were seated around tables made from fine wood and were sipping coffee as they spoke to their partners.

He sighed as he blamed himself for letting him allow his friends to force him to come to this place.

A former soldier who'd traded in his combat boots for scrubs, he'd found solace in the quieter, more predictable world of an obstetrics ward. But his work had caused long-lasting relationships to become a foreign concept to him. And that his friends, Leo and Peter, did not want. He wasn't one for blind dates, but his friends insisted that he needed someone outside the hospital-someone normal. Obviously that was impossible so they had set him up on this damn blind date.

He was beginning to get impatient while looking for this blind date when his eyes fell on a tall, slender woman that was seated next to a table close to the counter. She was on the phone, speaking in quiet but urgent tones, her posture stiff as though her conversation demanded every ounce of her attention. Something about her drew his gaze- it was her elegance...the poised way she held herself.

Not only that, her dress caught his attention.

White. It was an exact match to the color of outfit he had been told his blind date would wear.

His heart skipped a beat. Could this be her?

***

Anna Blackwood sat at a small corner table in the cafe, her fingers nervously drumming against the phone as her grandfather's voice echoed through the line.

"Anna, this is no longer a suggestion," her grandfather was saying. "The Blackwood name, our business...it's all at risk. And the only way to secure your future-and the future of the family-is to marry. Quickly. If you don't, I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands. And trust me, you don't want that."

Her grip tightened on the phone. It was the first time he'd made such threats. He had always been a man who believed in swift action, especially when it came to business, and he made no exceptions for her.

"I understand, Grandfather," she replied, forcing her voice to sound calm. Inside, she felt pressure mount in her chest.

"I'll figure it out, Grandfather. Don't worry," she added, even though she had no idea how.

Suddenly, the sound of the cafe door opening caught her attention. She looked up, her gaze drawn to a man stepping inside. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black simple shirt and jeans trousers with a leather bag slung over his chest. He looked around the room, his eyes scanning the faces, as though searching for someone.

The man's gaze landed on her, and to her surprise, he smiled after some moments and walked straight toward her. It was the kind of smile that seemed genuine and warm ...and far too disarming.

"Hello, Isabella," he said and cleared his throat. "You look beautiful."

Anna froze in shock

***

Marcel had finally agreed that she had to be his blind date and as he approached her, was thanking his friends in his head because damn...she looked so lovely.

To his surprise, as he talked to her, her eyes widened in shock then became annoyed. Something in the sharp curve of her brow told him she wasn't pleased with the interruption.

She placed a hand on her phone, lowering it, but didn't speak immediately.

"I'm sorry," she finally replied, her words sounding clipped. "Do we know each other?"

He chuckled nervously as he tried to ease the tension that seemed to hang between them. "I'm Marcel. I'm here for the-uh, blind date."

A flash of surprise flickered in her gaze, but it was gone almost immediately and replaced with something far colder. "A blind date?" she repeated.

"Yes, I'm twenty-eight," he answered with a smile as he slid into a seat opposite her since she didn't offer one. "I used to be a soldier, but now I work as a gynecology nurse. Not much of a romantic, I guess... but you know, I try."

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