FATED TO THE DANGEROUS ALPHA SHE IS MINE

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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Elara;

They say in life you can't always get what you want, but I don't fucking care, because I'm ready to make life bend to my demand. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make these evil beings pay for what they are doing to me right now. They have to feel every bit of the pain of my twisting heart. The pain that's coursing through my veins, and making my eyes water.

As I stand at the party, watching the greatest betrayal of my life, a million ways to destroy them fill my head.

This scene before me feels like a movie to me. My heart tightens in great pain as I watch the only man i've come to love and trust in my life. The man I call my own. Same man I'm ready to be married to in three days' time, kissing and rubbing his hands through the body of my step-sister in the presence of family and friends. This was the last thing I would had ever thought would happen to me. I could bet my life that Gideon would never do this to me. He loves me so much, and could never betray me.

So I thought a few minutes back.

Getting betrayed by a man you love is one thing, and getting betrayed by your family is another.

The only family member who is not present at this party, is my mother. Whose blood is still crying for revenge in her cold grave, after my stepmother stabbed her with a dagger, and framed my innocent nanny. I miss her so much.

My feet take a few steps forward, and I snatch a glass of champagne from the table to go ruin that fancy dress my supposed fiance, Gideon, got for my step-sister. The same dress he got for me, and makes me believe I'm so special. That piece of trash. A lying bastard.

One more step toward them to ruin their happy moment, I hold myself back.

Pouring a precious drink on my step-sister's is too weak of a comeback, and it's undeserving for this bunch of gutters. It won't make them feel a bit of what I'm feeling right now. I need to do something crazy. Something that will make my loose-dick fiance, and my step-sister fall to their knees. I will give them a taste of their medicine, one after the other.

Gulping the precious champagne down my throat and dropping the glass on the table, I turn to my best friend, Malicia, "It's time for us to leave," I softly breathe, making my way out of the party.

Malicia runs behind me, and pulls me by the arm, causing my front to stop before her. "Why didn't you walk up to those betrayals, and let them know you caught them in the act?"

My eyes flicker as I sigh. I'm about to speak but my voice is cut in my throat as my body feels weak and keeps trembling. The weight of the betrayal is consuming me but I try to hold it in. I have to hold it.

I've cried over things in my life. Things that never change, but get worse. This is the height of it, and this time, I have to be strong for myself. I can't always remain as the weak laughing stock everyone mocks. I need to step out of the shadows, and do what needs to be done.

"I'm very sorry, Elara, for bringing you down here. I didn't know the celebrant was your step-sister, Chloe. The friend who invited me never gave me much information about the celebrant, or who the boyfriend of the celebrant was," Malicia's words call back my attention.

Instantly, I brush off the tears that almost make their way down my cheeks. My lips twirled to the side, forcing a fake smile on them. "Don't beat yourself so much about this. I should be saying thank you for helping me discover the truth about Gideon before our wedding."

"I feel like punching that bitch step-sister of yours on her fucking lips," Malicia demonstrates with her fist, causing me to genuinely smile.

"I will handle things my way," spreading my arms and giving Malicia a warm embrace, "Expect my call soon, girl," I give her a goodbye peck and walk away into my car.

Resting my back on the backrest of the seat, my head thumping on the headrest. I bring out my phone from my purse as the most evil comeback makes its way into my brain. Just what I needed. With a malicious smile on my lips, I dial the number of Gideon's best friend, Jasper, informing him that I would like to see him about an urgent issue the next day.

The 'yes,' response I get from him, seals it all, and my heart fights to contain the happiness within. I'm seen as a weak Gamma Wolf, whose mother was just an Omega but from this day on, I will change the narrative. One after the other, I will make everyone truly wish that I was never born.

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