Strange Fantasy My Girlfriends are Devils

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.

Modern Divorce Ex-wife

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Twisted fantasy. (His obsession, Her possession)

Genre; Bully Romance.

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CHAPTER ONE

CLARA's Pov

My 6 inch heels clicked at the red terrace floor noisily with desperation fanning my desire and adventure seeping through my blood.

The black and red expensive furnishings in the club had me questioning if I mistakenly got into a horror scene.

The darkness associated with this place had me scared to an extent but I shook it off. Pleasure and pain were inseparable.

"Good evening ma'am." My lips pursed and formed a fake smile at the blonde receptionist that had a mask on. There was no way I could hide how impatient I’m beginning to grow.

The receptionist had a boob metal ring and wore no piece of clothing except G-string panties.

She looked incredibly sexy and must probably be most men's wet dream.

"Good evening. Can you show me your pass?" She asked sizing me up and down. Her eyes lit up when she saw that I was changed into their uniform. It was a clear indication I received my package by invitation.

"Yes ma'am." I brought out the photocopy of the mail I received and their stamp on it.

"Wow, congratulations. You're lucky to be granted an invitation." She smiled at me and I saw the glistening pierced ring from her tongue.

"Thanks, ma'am where's the room?" I asked impatiently.

"Not so fast." She waved at me and brought out a red leather mask and handed it over to me.

"You must wear this, that's one of the rules."

I put on the mask and waited for her next instructions. I've been following rules since getting the invitation and various strict guidelines with threatening consequences if I failed to abide by them.

She flashed a smile when she saw me putting on the mask. "I'm glad to see you're ready to do whatever we ask. But first of all, I'd like to give you a contract to sign. That's the only requirement to get you to the pleasure you seek. Whatever you entered into our data about your fantasies and what you need is personal to just you and the Dom who will bring your fantasies to fruition. Do you understand?" She took a pause.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, ma'am I understand."

"You're to carefully read the terms and conditions. You're not to tell your experiences or anything related to this club to anyone except past clients and that must be in a positive light. You're expected to abide by the rules and lastly enjoy your fantasies."

She brought out the contract paper with a pen but without reading a thing I hurriedly signed it and handed it over to her.

"Done!" The ache in between my legs was the one thinking and not my head. I couldn't wait any longer to get into that room and bask in the euphoria of pleasure.

"You're excited. I could smell your arousal in the air." She picked up the file and handed me a key to the room.

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