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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."Do you think I'll just let you go, Danas?" asked Melvin who was gripping a girl's jaw.
Emotion could be seen on the man's face, there was emotion clearly drawn from his eyes. A look of fear was clearly visible on the girl he called Danas, more fully named Danas Cakrawala.
"Melvin. Let go, it hurts." Danas' voice was so weak, her eyes looked at the man who was in front of her, filled with emotion.
Raka Melvin Mahameru, the owner of the company and the President of Neha'v Group engaged in pharmaceuticals. The man, not even 30 years old, had a handsome face with a firm jaw, silver hair that made him look even more perfect. Charismatic and elegant, but with a cold aura that made him unapproachable to any woman who tried to get into his life.
Who doesn't know the man, a cold man with so many accolades bestowed upon him, surely a woman's dream. Well-established, handsome, and wealthy is the outline of that man.
"Remember, I won't let you go. Keep suffering," Melvin said as he threw Danas on the floor. "Marrying me is not the end of your suffering but the beginning of your suffering. It's worth it for what you've done."
“What am I doing? Why do you hate me that much?"
"Don't pretend not to know," snapped Melvin.
"I really don't know what you're talking about. What wrong have I done, that you want my life to be so miserable, huh! You made my father's company go bankrupt, and you forced me to marry you, why don't you just kill me."
Melvin rested on the soles of his feet, then grabbed Danas' jaw again, staring intently at the girl on the floor. Seeing that there was resistance, he wanted to take the life of the girl in front of him.
"Kill you? I won't, I want you to feel every day is full of suffering, your days are full of hell. You're even asking what you did? Huh?! Until when are you not going to admit what you've done wrong?"
For Melvin, killing Danas wasn't difficult. He could definitely kill the girl whenever he wanted.
"Mistake? What mistake did I make? Tell me. You always say I made a mistake, that you want to make my family and myself suffer. Tell me, Melvin," a high, snapping voice echoed in the room.
"Shut up, you have no right to call me names." Melvin's hand slammed down roughly on Danas' face, knocking her to the floor.
The girl, could only swallow her saliva, getting treated like that. The memories of a few days ago were still vivid in her mind, when that man came to her house.
Melvin's voice could be heard, arguing with someone from a study in the wooden-walled house.
"No, we can't possibly give our child to you," the middle-aged man insisted.
"You have no right to refuse me," Melvin insisted. "In three days, I will come. You must prepare yourselves from now on, and don't embarrass me," Melvin added as he walked out.
Tears were held back. Danas' feelings were mixed up at that moment. Everything happened because of him.
When some people came to pick him up with his parents, the worry in his parents' eyes was obvious.
"I can take care of myself, Mom. Take it easy, I'll be fine," Danas said.
"You're feeling uneasy, mom, Danas," her mother said.
The girl could only carve a smile. Yes, only a smile could be carved on the lips even though her heart was mixed up she didn't know how she really felt.
The wedding dress was worn, she should be happy like a girl who became a queen for a day in general, unfortunately there was no happiness at all on her face.
The glass in front of her seemed to reflect her body wrapped in a wedding dress.
"I liked him once! No, to be precise, at the bottom of my heart I still like her, but not as much as before when I admired her figure. Because I had to let go of the thing that made me suffer, but this time she came back and made me suffer continuously," Danas thought.
"God, I don't know what you're planning for me. The path I'm on right now is so hard for me, strengthen me," he thought again as he lifted both ends of his lips, sighing softly.
A forced smile on a happy day, really made her heart ache. She had to look okay, and also happy in the eyes of others and in the eyes of her parents.
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Marriage Prison
"I have to bear the mistakes I didn't make" Danas never thought that her good life would be turned upside down when a man-Raka Langit Mahameru, the CEO of Neha'v Group-came and made her father's company bankrupt, and not only that, he forced her to get married just because Danas had made a mistake/0/42674/coverorgin.jpg?v=e97373e5291a901949b6f26ab8f0489e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prison O'clock
Anthena finds himself thrust into a microcosm of power dynamics, where strength, cunning, and alliances are essential for survival. Within this prison, notorious for its brutal combat system, inmates fight their way up the ranks to gain respect and privileges. Anthena, armed with his determination a/0/67104/coverorgin.jpg?v=cae9317843caf9ed203f0cd7c37952df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Prison So Passionate
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Prison Life in Andersonville
John Mails enlisted in Michigan and fought in numerous battles from the east all the way south to Jackson and Vicksburg Mississippi. He was captured and spent time in four Confederate prison camps including the infamous Andersonville in southern Georgia. There his every moment was spent trying to su/0/22295/coverorgin.jpg?v=d36830529f464bd53049703d1f13ce09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jerk From Prison
Forget the riches and the popularity. Rissa didn't want any of this as much as she wanted her parents to be around the house. She spent most of her childhood surrounded by strangers who only work as staffs in the mansion. There was nothing she could do to prevent them from always leaving her. Th/0/82431/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd2a15f4da0439312877d999b299e8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My CEO, My Prison
My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again. Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed m/0/87385/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6e0042b0a574f74395d55104d23d927&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Promise, Her Prison
The day I was released from prison, my fiancé, Don Ford, was waiting for me, promising our life would finally begin. Seven years ago, he and my parents begged me to take the fall for a crime my adopted sister, Kelsey, committed. She got behind the wheel drunk, hit someone, and fled the scene. They/0/84554/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a4122492fdd0aa108c133971bcbf09a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Steel & Scars: Revenge in Prison
For ten years, I put my ambitious architecture career on hold for my husband Mark, playing the dutiful wife and mother. Finally, with our son older and Mark's company stable, I returned to my dream, leading a monumental project, the Henderson building. But a fabricated crisis, orchestrated by Mark/0/81150/coverorgin.jpg?v=b858b7f855bce3c54e77cfd5eedd9748&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Family Becomes A Prison
For seven years, I lived a life of gilded gratitude, managing the Ashworths' sprawling estate and their demanding schedules. I was the loyal husband to Jessica, the devoted stay-at-home dad to Sophie, constantly reminded of the "debt" I owed for their rescue. My world revolved around their convenie/1/101431/coverorgin.jpg?v=85f3f1e8a02a90a42fe70602f00cd059&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Obsessive Husband's Golden Prison
After three years as his secret, I finally got the fairytale wedding I'd always dreamed of. My husband, Addison Parker, was finally free from his family's control, and he chose me. Carrying his twin babies, I flew across the country to surprise him on a business trip, only to overhear him talking t/0/3984/coverorgin.jpg?v=9582a7f754f9f293f8dc0c748d5e882d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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His Love, Her Prison, Their Son
For five years, my husband, Courtland Johnson, had me locked in a rehabilitation center, telling the world I was a murderer who had killed my own stepsister. On the day of my release, he was waiting. The first thing he did was swerve his car directly at me, trying to run me down before I even left/0/96027/coverorgin.jpg?v=44d07b28cd5e73ff496acd9ab7d2b73a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison to Payback. Sister, You're next.
Dahlia lived her whole life for her family and husband. Got married to him for them, and went to jail for him. On the day she was to be released, she was met with an heart wrenching betrayal by him and her blood sister. Even her parents turned their backs on her. She wasn't supposed to be here. In t/0/94303/coverorgin.jpg?v=01fa0908a973d7a96a2f2ba033271c9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Prison To Sweet Freedom
My billionaire husband fell under the spell of a New Age guru who let my mother die, calling her cancer a "karmic debt." His devotion to her became my personal hell. He locked me in a room full of snakes, carved flesh from my arm as a ritual sacrifice, and finally, had my dog killed and forced me t/1/101705/coverorgin.jpg?v=d26c750e99f60f501c5a9611950dce3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison to His Perfect Regret
I sacrificed five years of my freedom to save my husband' s billion-dollar empire. I walked out of prison expecting gratitude, but instead, I found his assistant wearing my life like a second skin. And when his company faced a new crisis, he didn't look to me for support-he looked at me as the pri/1/103627/coverorgin.jpg?v=94bb0811c3cb94ad4596f3f987c0586d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prison For Love, Drowning In Deceit
I served five years in prison for my fiancé, Austin, to save the company we built together. The day I got out, I found him on a yacht, marrying a woman who looked exactly like me. He told me the position of Mrs. Alexander was still mine, but when his new bride, Eva, dragged us both into the ocean,/1/109682/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9a5860fbeaadba019c69f34a5b84643&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison To My Billionaire's Embrace
On the anniversary of my mother's death, I found my husband in our bed with my best friend. The betrayal shattered me, just as a similar affair had driven my mother to suicide years before. Consumed by a blinding rage, I exposed their secrets to the world and destroyed her career. My vengeance was/0/84039/coverorgin.jpg?v=e351566d6a6947f063614f4951b11619&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prison Bars to Platinum Stars
The blue and red lights flashed, and the wail of the siren cut through the Nashville night. My husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face a mask of concern, but his eyes were cold as he painted me a dangerous, jealous woman. The police officer' s notepad was out, a white sheet covered something on/0/96391/coverorgin.jpg?v=2677a4a5ac5d8432522c883d78e02a30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "/0/20387/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7964c940b9a30f19f7aef8a42f2e32c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
