Mated To The Heavenly Heiress

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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THE UNWANTED AWAKENING.

Kyra.

"Grrrrrrrrghhhh."The most stupid and lousy alarm ever to be invented raised its noisy shrill sound above the chirping of the bird outside,both a combined effort to spoil my morning.

For crying out loud.

I know it's morning already but I needed some good sleep to keep me going.

Lady night party at Audrey's wasn't a child's play,I needed my sleep more.

Meet me Kyra Louisa MacPherson,spoilt rich heiress to Gemma Stella Macpherson.

Stubborn - check,Rude - double check, very disobedient you sure know what to add there and guess what I forgot to mention - Tadah

My looks ,I'm so beautiful, very beautiful,my pink painted room have about four mirrors and I'm planning on buying an additional two.

But for now,I need my beauty sleep, school is out of the question now.

Oops,I forgot today is Saturday.

The morning light danced through the thin line of the expensive curtains, filtering and casting in a golden hue over my lavish bedroom as I lay nestled like a caterpillar in a cocoon of silk sheets sleeping peacefully.

The stupid alarm cried out again and I pulled out my long slender hand and knocked it over.

I don't care if it gets broken,I could get another one,besides this was the fourth in a week though.

A gentle tap on the door ,disturbed the peace and sweetness of the sleep I was forcing to come back to me all thanks to that stupid alarm.

The tap was followed by a timid voice of one of the maids

"Miss Kyra." A pause."May I come in?"

She asked stupidly.

You can stay outside for all I care.

I wondered what gave her the courage,she pushed the door open carefully and fearfully.

Too bad whilst I tried to feigned sleeping,I moved my left foot now the stupid maid knew I was quite awake

"Morning,Miss Kyra,your mother requests your presence." The maid announced, her voice barely audible and I wondered if she had a broken glass stuck up in her throat.

There was silence and I was hoping that she would get the hint and vanished but she pressed further.

"Miss Kyra....your mother said."

"Can you just shut up." I snapped,sat up over the rustling of the fabric as I shifted and cast her a hard look meant for the devil.

Then I went back ,pulled the covers and tried going back to sleep.

"Remind me to tell my mother to sack your sorry ass,you don't have an atom of respect."

I heard her moving from foot to foot restlessly.

I really wanted to enjoy my weekend.

I groaned in annoyance and rolled to my side, burying my face comfortably deeper into the plush pillows.

"Tell her I will be there in a minute or two or just give me thirty minutes." I muttered sleepily

But the maid persisted,her voice growing a bit hard now.

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