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Nevertheless

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

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.
Modern DivorceEx-wife
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~ ANDERSON'S RESIDENCE~

"How could you do this to me, HOW COULD YOU!!" Mr Stanley gruff painfully on his knees. He had just been shot on his right leg. Blood was oozing out and he scrunch his face in pains.

"You left me with no choice Stanley...I had to do this" Mr Harris, his bottom friend replied still pointing a gun at him.

"I trusted you! You were my friend for f**k's sake!!! I'll pay you back for this Harris Cooper!! I'll f**king pay you back for betraying me you crazy son of a GUN!!!" Stanley groaned loudly, charging forward to take his gun which was just few metres away from him. He successfully took it but before he could cocked the gun, Harris shot him at the chest. The bullets penetrate straight into his heart. Blood pumps out massively and he fell heavily to the floor with his mouth widely open. Instantly, he laid down dead with his eyes closed. Blood streaming down every part he was shot.

"Da...daddy..." A little girl's voice quivered almost Inaudibly. She was also on the floor by the stairs with blood gushing out of her head. She had just witnessed her father being shot brutally and her mother was also on the floor already shot on the head.

"Mo..." She couldn't finished calling the word before her little strength left her.

Harris kept his gun inside his coat jacket and heave heavily.

"You brought this upon yourself Stanley" He muttered then walked over to the little girl laying unconscious on the floor. Without uttering a word, he carried her in his arms and left the house.

~NINE YEARS LATER  ~ STAR BELLS HIGH~

It was the last day of test. All students groaned just thinking of the paper they're having. 

Maths. Virtually every students' enemy except for the brainy ones.

Hallelujah walked care freely to the class humming a song of her own. Her hair flew freely in the air as she bounce twirling and smiling broadly. One could tell she was in a happy mood. Why wouldn't she be? It's the last day of test anyway. She entered the class and walked to her desk not minding the eyes on her.

"Oh! It's chocolate!" She clasped her palms together excitedly on seeing the chocolate bar placed on her desk.

' Good luck...Angel' Was written on a small note stick to the chocolate bar. It's no surprise to her, since that wasn't her first time of receiving such gifts. 

She tends to get a tons of gifts daily especially from guys.

Why?

Cause she's pretty.

She giggled and unwrapped it quickly welcoming the sweet thing into her mouth.

"Hmmm..." She moans in relish with her eyes closed chewing slowly and savoring the sweet taste of it.

She twitch a little noticing the weird taste that came from the it. But who cares, it's her favorite chocolate bar anyway. She shrugged it off and took her seat.

Minutes later, Mrs Wells, their Homeroom teacher came in and after a short address, she distributed the papers to them. 

Hallelujah was on the second roll so, after the paper was passed to her, she turned back to pass it to the next person behind her and that's when she noticed peering gaze of the demoness itself, watching her. Her evil lips smirking back at her in a way that screams danger. 

Eloise demonstrated a gesture of 'I'm watching you' and ' You're dead' to her, with the smirk not leaving her lips but Hallelujah only returned the gesture with an innocent sweet smile before turning back to her front.

"Alright guys, you've got only twenty minutes and it  starts now!" The teacher announced and all get to work.

It hasn't been up to ten minutes that Hallelujah starts to feel uncomfortable. It feels like something is moving in her stomach and it wouldn't stop upsetting her.

"No...not now" She squeezed her face fidgeting with her legs on her seat. Her stomach wouldn't stop growling and sweats already broke out on her forehead.

"I can't go now...I promise Mom I'll do well in this test ple_ ow!" She shifted to one side on her seat, her hold on her pen tightened that it broke the pen into two.

Mrs Wells noticed her discomfort and walked towards her inquiring on what the matter is with her.

"I'm...I'm fine Mrs Wells...I'm goo..dd" She lied holding the damn thing in.

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Hallelujah Hamilton, is a high schooler who has lived her whole life with the camouflage of being an innocent fragile girl. Living with her adoptive Christian parents, she had to pretend to be the perfect daughter not only in their eyes but to the eyes of the public as well. Hiding a dark secret ab
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