KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA LORD His Obsession

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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Beep! Beep! Beep! Kaia groaned as her alarm rudely interrupted her beauty sleep at the ungodly hour of 6 am. She reluctantly rolled out of bed, muttering to herself about the injustice of early mornings. With a yawn and a stretch, she stumbled towards her phone to silence the alarm. "Another thrilling day awaits," she sighed, dragging herself to the closet. After a brief struggle with her wardrobe, she settled on a white blouse and a black skirt, the perfect ensemble for her detective duties.

Once she was finally presentable, Kaia embarked on her morning routine, taking a refreshing shower to wake up her sleepy senses. As she emerged from the bathroom, she transformed her room from a chaotic mess to a picture of pristine perfection. Downstairs in the kitchen, she skillfully whipped up a breakfast fit for a detective, complete with fluffy pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee.

Just as she was about to dig into her delicious creation, in walked Cleopatra, looking like she had just survived a wild party. Her hair was a glorious mess, sticking out in all directions. "Is that the heavenly aroma of pancakes I detect?" she exclaimed, plopping down on a stool next to Kaia.

"Indeed it is, my dear Cleo. It's Pancake Tuesday, remember?" Kaia replied, passing a plate of pancakes to her friend.

"Ah, you're a true breakfast hero, K," Cleopatra said with a grateful smile.

Kaia beamed at her friend as she got up to wash her plate. "Well, I must dash off now. See you later, Cleo."

"Until we meet again! Oh, and heads up, I might grace the firm with my presence today," Cleopatra teased.

Kaia paused in surprise. "But don't you have a shoot today?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cleopatra flashed a mischievous grin. "Well, thanks to our little party yesterday, the director and some unfortunate souls got hit with a case of food poisoning. So, we've been gifted with a day off."

Kaia's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect of some quality girl time with her busy friend. "That's fantastic! We'll have a slumber party tonight,"

Kaia's excitement bubbled over as she imagined the upcoming slumber party with her busy friend. "Oh my gosh, that's awesome! We're totally having a slumber party tonight, just like the good ol' days back in university," Kaia exclaimed, a nostalgic smile spreading across her face. With a wave goodbye to Cleopatra, Kaia stepped out of their apartment building, making sure to greet the receptionist, Michelle, with a friendly "Hi Michelle, have a fantastic day!" She then turned her attention to Romeo, the guard, and cheerfully chimed, "Good morning, Romeo!"

As Kaia walked out of the building, she hailed a taxi to whisk her away to her workplace. The sign outside the building proudly displayed the name "Milton's Firm." With her chin held high, Kaia confidently strode through the doors, greeted by the familiar silence that enveloped the early morning hours. While most people started arriving around 7:20 am, Kaia always made it a point to arrive 20 minutes earlier, ensuring everything was in perfect order in her office. Her superiors were known for their intimidating demeanor and high standards of excellence.

Without wasting a moment, Kaia made her way to the third floor, where she meticulously organized the files, leaving no document out of place. With efficiency and grace, she swiftly headed to the office kitchen, preparing a fresh pot of coffee in anticipation of her colleagues' arrival. The aroma of the brewing coffee filled the air, signaling the start of another productive day. Kaia couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as she eagerly awaited the hustle and bustle that would soon fill the office.

After putting each coffee-filled mug on the tables of her superiors, they all started swarming in as expected.

"Good morning Mr. Martins."

"Morning Miss Gerner."

"Morning Mrs. Knight."

"And morning to you Ms. Evansville."

Kaia diligently and respectfully grated all her Superiors as they all headed to their respective stalls.

"Good morning Kaia, Thank you for the coffee." Mike Martin said, amongst all her superiors, he was the only one who treated her nicely and cut her some slack, he was a sweetheart so to say.

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