My Secret Love with the Renowned Actor

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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The grand halls of Elarion's royal palace gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, their golden light reflecting off polished marble floors. Lush velvet drapes cascaded from towering windows, framing the moonlit gardens beyond. To any outsider, this was a kingdom of beauty and prosperity, where the royal family ruled with grace and wisdom.

But for Princess Seraphina Valeria Elarion, this palace was nothing more than a gilded cage.

She stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, her fingers curling into the fabric of her gown. The corset was too tight, the lace itching against her skin, but it was the least of her concerns. Tonight, her father, King Edric, had gathered the court for an announcement one she had dreaded for weeks.

The whispers among the nobility had already begun.

"The princess is to be betrothed."

"A political alliance with the kingdom of Vellador Prince Kael is a formidable man."

"Such fortune for Elarion. But does the princess truly wish for this?"

The last question sent a shiver down Seraphina's spine. No, she did not wish for this. But her wishes did not matter in the world of royalty.

Her gaze flickered across the room, searching, yearning. And then she found him.

Prince Adrian.

Her breath caught.

He stood near the grand staircase, dressed in the deep blue and silver of the Elarion royal family. The younger prince, always overshadowed by his elder brother, the heir to the throne. He had no kingdom promised to him, no duty to wed for the sake of treaties. But he was bound by the same unspoken rules-rules that forbade them from being together.

And yet, the moment their eyes met, the rest of the world faded.

For a single heartbeat, it was just them. The memories of stolen glances, of hushed conversations in the palace gardens, of hands brushing together when no one was looking-each one burned into her soul.

But reality shattered the moment her father spoke.

"Tonight, we celebrate the union of Elarion and Vellador," King Edric proclaimed, his voice echoing through the hall. "My daughter, Princess Seraphina, is to be betrothed to Prince Kael of Vellador, securing peace between our great nations."

The nobles erupted in applause. Seraphina's heart crumbled.

She dared not look at Adrian again. If she did, she feared the world would see the truth in her eyes.

That her heart did not belong to her future husband.

It belonged to a prince she could never have.

The applause thundered through the grand ballroom, but to Princess Seraphina, it sounded like a death knell. Her father stood at the head of the room, his presence commanding as ever, his expression firm. He was a king first, a father second. And tonight, he had made a decision that would bind her to a future she did not want.

The weight of expectation pressed down on her, suffocating.

She forced a smile, though her heart pounded like a caged bird desperate to escape. Beside her, Queen Evelyne, her mother, gave her a gentle but expectant nod silent encouragement to play her part.

Seraphina's hands clenched at her sides as the doors to the ballroom opened. The guards stood at attention as a tall figure strode inside.

Prince Kael of Vellador.

The man who was to be her husband.

He was as imposing as the rumors claimed-broad-shouldered, dressed in the crimson and gold of his kingdom, with piercing storm-gray eyes that missed nothing. A warrior prince. A conqueror in waiting.

His gaze settled on her, unreadable. She had never met him before this night, yet soon, she would be bound to him in marriage, her life entangled with his forever.

A hand brushed against hers.

A whisper of a touch.

Seraphina's breath hitched. She knew that touch.

Prince Adrian.

He stood close, barely a step behind her, his presence like a fire in the cold. To the court, he was merely escorting his father's announcement. To her, he was a temptation she could not afford.

"Seraphina," his voice was barely audible, just for her.

She dared not turn to him. If she did, her mask would shatter.

"Princess Seraphina," Kael greeted, his deep voice cutting through the tension. He bowed slightly, a display of respect, but there was something guarded in his expression.

Seraphina swallowed her emotions and curtsied, as was expected. "Prince Kael. Welcome to Elarion."

She spoke the words with practiced grace, but inside, she was unraveling.

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