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The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
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."Irene, let's break up."
Irene Xiao remembered how his words hit her like tons of bricks. "What?" she uttered, lost for words.
The man pinched his nose as if it was draining for him to even explain it to her. "Here's the thing. We just don't fit. I mean, I love eating all kinds of things, and you," he continued, wrinkling his nose. "You can only cook noodles, and don't get me started on the... You get what I mean, right? Here's 200,000 dollars. Think of it as a compensation for the time we've spent together."
Irene Xiao sat on the side of the road, hands gripping over the edges of the pavement as she thought back to the moment he broke her heart. She took another swig of the beer she was holding, sniffling.
What the heck happened?
She remembered how in love she and Jonny Jiang were. They had been together for three years. Except for her body of course, she was willing to give everything to him. But what happened? She just got dumped!
Irene Xiao wailed.
However, it was only right that he did so...at least. Jonny Jiang's parents were government officials, and his family background was outstanding to say the least. As for her, her mother had a lowly job, and she had an equally troublesome sister.
They had different social statuses, so maybe it was just right that they broke up.
But still...
She blinked back the tears, wiping the ones that slipped down her cheeks.
Why the hell was he like this?
She remembered how much he loved her noodles, and how he'd said that he'd eat them for days if he wanted to. He'd even said that they'd go through all of his parent's disapproval and her family's background. "It'll be all right," he'd said, wrapping his arms around her.
It took three years for all those words to go to waste.
One can never really trust a man's word.
Her heart clenched. As much as she tried to hold back her tears, the barriers around her started to break. She found herself sobbing in the streets.
'200,000 dollars! As if that could buy back the time I wasted on you!' Irene Xiao thought, taking another swig of her bottle.
It couldn't,
but she found herself taking it out of cold blood in the end.
'This is my money anyway.
Wasting my time on that asshole!'
Just as she took another sip, a car stopped at the side of the road a few meters behind her.
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Be Your One And Only
The day Irene was dumbed by her boyfriend was the same day that she got engaged. Drunk in sadness and alcohol, Irene found herself answering a tipsy "yes" to Aaron's invitation to marry. By the time she sobered up, she found herself whisked in a marriage with a man she barely knew. At first, each/0/26121/coverorgin.jpg?v=54af7595cebc06498308ad5e94a9db8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning Passion: Love Never Dies
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier/0/17940/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b1b588f48145f19860b2aa07e4ea4a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dancing With the Devil
All Ivy wanted was love. Her boyfriend of one year, Jake, seemed to be a good option, but he was far too professional for Ivy's liking, and her best friend, Violet, didn't like him at all. What else was she supposed to do, though? So what if he didn't hold her, hug her, and kiss her properly? At/0/18053/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea9b2867f96103440869e2773e59247e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Rose
Abused. Tortured. Forced. Who would have known that she is worth a million dollars? Elia Dominic Morello, an experienced killer and also professionally known as someone who is in the Mafia. His dark stormy eyes have saw violence, his tanned rough hands have done violence an/0/17922/coverorgin.jpg?v=806640ec11b7f2ddb91419a2d7c16595&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On Her Knees
The back of his hand hit my face for the third time but this slap really stung. The force of it rocked my head back but it wasn't enough to knock me off my feet. "Kneel," he commanded again, his voice thick with fury. I brought the back of one of my hands, that were bound in front/0/79054/coverorgin.jpg?v=248fd387f8a7ef06a95d551925555a22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a flu/0/18657/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a79d7acdcacd7fdcdb981c8d1613e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Absolute Fondness: Loving You Is My Occupation
The day Julie married James, she felt right away that he didn't love her. For him, she was the most vicious and despicable woman that he had ever met. She accepted his maltreatment but what she didn't expect was for him to deprive their child of his care and affection. After her first miscarriage, h/0/17843/coverorgin.jpg?v=01b665776d416b739ef8652865b075ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Millionaire Obsession
"Stay back Roman , Don't come near me I am warning you . please let me go . You can't keep me here forcefully ". At that moment my back collided with the wall and i knew there was no way of escaping, I was trapped with the monster hovering over me . Seeing him too close to me his minty/0/29580/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5691d5a063dfcaaa34ef1cfd38489a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Rejected Wife
“I want you inside of me” she whispered sending hot shivers down his body, his brain instantly went cold and he lost it for a minute. “You don’t mean that” he answered but deep down he wanted her to mean every single word she said. “I want you Matteo” she muttered again and his eyes flashed for a se/0/17932/coverorgin.jpg?v=6790a194c95e8fa8389a429750085820&imageMogr2/format/webp)
