0
TOP UP
Reading History
Sign out
Get the APPOpposites Attract
/1/105404/coverorgin.jpg?v=d939c1a8d0134274943ca633deea3ff2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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.Anastasia POV
''Ana, hurry up, you're going to be late!'' My sister, Alexis echoed through the door. Roughly sighing, I closed the bathroom lights and head out from my bedroom.
''Do I look okay?'' I asked nervously, brushing my pink blouse in a speed motion.
''You look fine, " She tucked my hair behind my ear and fixed my glasses a bit.
I nodded slowly and respond ''I don't think I can do it.''
''You can, okay? You will get the job, can you please stop overthinking?''
''I'll try."
''Relax Ana. Everything's going to be okay. Here are my keys. Drive safe, and dinner is at six.'' I mouthed 'thank you' to Alexis and walked out of the apartment.
Today is the day that I am going to be interviewed at the Lange Corporations by the one and only millionaire Fabian Lange.
Lange Corporations is a multi-millionaire company that's well known for their exquisite fashion collections here in Tallahassee, FL. The company is also a client of Calvin Klein and C.L. Enterprise NYC.
Very chic, trendy, and full of colors.
I'm so fucking nervous, I really think that I'm going to pee in my pants. I haven't been so nervous for a while, just thinking about trying to get into Lange spark my skin, releasing a domino effect of goosebumps all over my body.
If I don't get in, I'm screwed.
It's my only way to be a fashion stylist at this luxurious company. It has been a dream of mine to be part of it and I know there are many fashion companies I could be with; but this, this is my chance to own my career to my full potential.
----
Arriving at the Corporations, I went to the receptionist at the front desk who was gossiping like there's no tomorrow. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly to the point that you could see her scalp.
Poor girl.
She smacked her gum loudly and gave me that "what the fuck you want" look.
"How can I help you?" She said, smacking her gum again.
"M.. my... name is Anastasia, I'm here for the interview of the—"
"The collections? Right?" She interrupted.
Nodded slowly I let out a soft chuckle and cleared my throat anxiously. She smacked her gum once again that made me cringe at the rapid motion of chewing on her gum.
/0/18121/coverorgin.jpg?v=a006d18ddf685bf4d3d0a57b363aba56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Opposites Attract
''The beat relations in this world are those who have an understanding of their differences'' Opposites Attract. Both Anastasia and Fabian are extremely stubborn by nature. Once they make up their minds, it's very difficult to change it. Fabian Lange has a fine taste in almost everything,/0/31158/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220801101606&imageMogr2/format/webp)
