One Night stand With The Lycan king

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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Layla sighed heavily, switching her laptop off, she just remembered she had to visit the hospital today to see her father.

The doctor called the previous day to inform her that they found the donor for his kidney transplant.

Her father, Markos, her joy and pride was one of the reasons she was still living, she had to live for him, he was the only reason she was still in this house. She would have moved out the moment she finished college, but her father had pleaded with her to stay.

Layla quickly changed into comfortable clothes as she dashed out from her room.

"Layla, where are you off to?" Her stepsister Scarlet asked as she alighted from the stairs.

"The hospital, the doctor called last night, he said they found a donor" Layla responded with joy in her heart as they both squealed happily.

"And what's the cause of all that noise?" Rosalie, her stepmother asked in annoyance, stepping out from the kitchen.

"Mother" Layla muttered softly, tucking her hair behind her ear, intimidated by Rosalie's presence, Rosalie was far from nice and her being her only spelt one thing, TROUBLE.

"Mom, you won't believe this, the doctor found a donor for dad, dad can be saved mom" Scarlett announced happily as she went to hug her mother.

"How did you find out?" Rosalie questioned throwing deadly glares at Layla who picked her fingers nervously.

"Layla told me so, the doctor called her" scarlet replied.

"So the doctor called you, without reaching his wife first and you bastard didn't even tell us before rushing to the hospital, like a good daughter, oh wow" Rosalie snapped with heavy sarcasm.

"I…I didn't mean to,I was just." Layla began but was interrupted by Rosalie.

"Oh shut your trap, I…didn't mean to,I was just, you were just stupid" Rosalie mimicked with all the hatred she could muster.

"Am sorry" Layla tried apologizing so Rosalie could just stop with her tauntings, today is a good day and she didn't want to ruin that.

"You're always sorry, that's why you'll never be successful in your miserable life, I've told your father countless times, to destroy that laptop of yours, you're always writing,but nothing to show for it." Rosalie spat shooting deadly glares at her.

"you're so useless Layla, look at you, you just finished college and have nothing to show for it, not even a job. All you do is sit your ass down lazing around and getting old in that room of yours"

"Mother…" Layla called in tears, everyday Rosalie always comes up with new insults, how's she getting old, she's just twenty one, scarlet is twenty two and the both of them are not working, then why does Rosalie find faults with her.

"Am not your mother, how many times will I tell you, I'm not your mother, your useless mother is lying in the grave somewhere"

"Stop, please stop all these, I told you never to bring my mum into this" Layla yelled with tears in her eyes.

She lost her mother when she was younger,and since then she had taken Rosalie as her own mother.

But the same thing couldn't be said for Rosalie, who thought the little girl was nothing but an obstacle in her life.

"You're so rude, you know, now get inside, before you lose your teeth" Rosalie threatened as Layla shook her head, adamant about the idea to go inside.

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