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Fate's Cruel Resemblance

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Eliza, who resembled Sloane, had been opposed by Tony. When she actively sought to be adopted, he initially planned to sabotage her efforts. However, as they interacted, Tony found himself falling for her despite his reservations, which were rooted in his unresolved issues with Sloane. The two became locked in a passionate love-hate relationship.

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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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CHAPTER 1

The full moon cast an ethereal glow over the forest, illuminating the dense foliage in shades of Silver and gray. The air was crisp and cool, filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers. In the distance, the distant howl of a wolf echoed through the trees, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned hunters.

Galen Marek trudged through the underbrush, his boots sinking into the damp earth. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but his mind was elsewhere. Beside him, Xanthos Thorne walked with a quiet confidence, his crossbow at the ready. The moonlight danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the piercing blue of his eyes.

"Xanthos, wait," Galen whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves.

Xanthos halted, his gaze flicking toward Galen. "What is it?"

Galen's eyes drifted away, lost in thought. He didn't respond, and Xanthos knew better than to press him. Instead, he nodded and continued onward, his senses on high alert for any sign of their quarry.

As they walked, the silence between them grew thicker, like a palpable fog. Galen's thoughts were consumed by memories of that fateful night, the night his parents were massacred by the Empire's assassins. The pain still lingered, a raw wound that refused to heal. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of grief, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

Xanthos, sensing his friend's turmoil, shot him a concerned glance. But Galen's expression remained impassive, a mask that hid the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

The hunt continued, the two friends moving in tandem, their footsteps quiet on the forest floor. But Galen's heart wasn't in it. His mind was elsewhere, lost in the darkness of his past, and the uncertainty of his future.

Xanthos suddenly stopped, the crossbow hanging lazily by his side, but Galen was far from fooled. He knew that all it took for Xanthos to prepare the crossbow was a split second. Xanthos's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he turned to Galen. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and even.

Galen hesitated, not wanting to bother his best friend with the sordid details of his parents' death. He didn't want to reopen old wounds, didn't want to relive the pain and the anger. Wanting to change the topic, he started to skirt around the conversation. "It's nothing, Xanthos. Just...just the usual."

But before Xanthos could press him further, a noise in the underbrush of the forest caught their attention. The sound of leaves rustling, of twigs snapping, echoed through the night air. Xanthos's eyes snapped toward the sound, his crossbow instantly at the ready.

A deer sprinted across their path, its large brown eyes flashing in the moonlight. Xanthos's finger tightened on the trigger, but he didn't fire. Instead, he watched as the deer vanished into the darkness.

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