From Omega To Luna

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

Ivy and Marco were entwined, lost in the depths of their passion. Their bodies moved with a synchronized rhythm, their connection intense and electrifying. As they caught their breath, while laying breathlessly on the bed, Ivy gazed into Marco's eyes with anticipation.

"Is there something troubling you, my love?" Marco questioned, running his fingers through her hair. Ivy shut her eyes, allowing the pleasure to flow through her and she sighed before opening them.

She chewed on her bottom lip, unsure of how to bring up what was bothering her.

"Hey," Marco called softly, placing his palm on her right cheek and rubbing it lightly. "You can talk to me. What is it?"

"When will you tell the pack that I am your mate?" she asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

“I—” Marco caressed her cheek, the touch emanating warmth and affection, breaking her resolve.

He sighed, then turned to face her. "Soon, my love," he assured her, his voice resonating with sincerity. "I want to ensure the right time and circumstance to reveal our bond. I will protect you, always."

Ivy smiled, her heart fluttering with the promise of a future together. She trusted him, placing her faith in their connection. However, fate had different plans, for loyalty often veils itself in deceit, and trust can be shattered in an instant.

As they basked in the afterglow of their love, Marco's gaze lingered upon Ivy's body. An intimate moment tinged with adoration and curiosity unfurled, as his eyes traced the contours of her form. A playful smile danced on his lips, provoking a blush upon her cheeks.

"Come on Marco, we just…”

"I can't seem to get enough of you and you know that!"

"Just One more."

Ivy couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics. Marco's eyes twinkled mischievously, filled with a playful glimmer as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a sweet, tender kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their connection deepened with each passing second, enclosing them in a world where only their love existed.

Marco drew closer and kissed her. They moved closer to each other, savoring the softness and tenderness of their kiss. Their connection deepened with each passing second, consuming them completely. As their bodies drew nearer, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, while their tongues entwined in a dance of affection.

Their passionate exchange seemed to release a flood of emotions they had been harboring for so long. Marco tenderly caressed Ivy's nipple with his lips, teasing it gently and igniting a pleasurable response from her. Ivy couldn't hold back her moans of delight, her eyes shut tight as she surrendered to the sensation. With her hands, she eagerly explored his exposed physique, tracing the contours of his sun-kissed, well-toned back. His body exuded an athletic grace, accentuated by a light dusting of hair. Guiding her hands further, he allowed her to gently stimulate him as he grew in her grasp.

With a shared desire, she guided him between her legs, parting them slowly, and her resulting moan revealed her anticipation. As he slid inside her, their connection intensified, filling them both with intense pleasure.

Marco adjusted his movements, seeking the perfect angle to bring Ivy even more satisfaction. She welcomed him eagerly, opening her legs wider and bending her knees to grant him deeper access.

Time seemed to stand still as they merged their bodies and souls. Every stroke, every inch, he relished the sensation of her velvety walls enveloping him, a testament to their passionate union.

In this moment of intimate connection, Marco felt a profound love for Ivy—an unbreakable bond with the woman who had captured his heart.

As he moved within her, he gazed into her eyes, seeing the depth of their love reflected at him.

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