Painful seduction by Authoress Brenda

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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"Can we trust her ?" The boss asked looking skeptical , his face shown doubt all over.

" She's the perfect one for this job" i answered with a dirty smirk on my face.

"What the reason you say that" ?? He muttered as he took a lighter and lit the cigarette but instead of inhaling from it , he dropped it on the desk and rather maintained a strict and serious look.

"She has the heart for a revenge plan" I answered.

" What revenge are you talking about?"

" She was assaulted when she was 18" I replied searching into my trouser pocket to see if I could find some cigarettes.

I was always nervous whenever I was with him , maybe the nervousness was caused by the anger and hatred I had for him.

" Yeah, anger to kill and smash his skull"

I searched my trousers pocket but I couldn't find any which wasn't good at all , the only way to hide my nervousness was smoking .

" Calm down Damien" I said quietly as I breathed hard.

"We have discussed this, she's more than capable for the job" I replied and swallowed .

" Why is that?" He asked again slamming his back on my chair, sometimes his questions sounded like a knife trying to cut through my throat .

"She's a victim of assault and has great hatred for men " I answered with grin.

"How does that concern the situation at hand" he asked as he scowled this time removing his mask to allow me see his blood shot eyes which was unbelievably scary.

"If monster was a person then it will surely be the man standing right in front of me"

" I will make her believe she was assaulted by him, she goes into his house for revenge then make him fall in love with her, he wills all his property to her then we can get her out of the way and take everything" I replied devilishly.

" How did you find out about her? He inquired as he quietly collected the cigarette and smoked from it.

I rolled by finger into fist as I thought of the right answer to give, asides that I made sure I avoided eye contact with him ;Only his blood shot eyes and fierce look were enough to make me go crazy.

He stood up and for a second I thought he was going to hit me or maybe call the bodyguards to throw me out but he didn't do that instead he walked away to the window and observed the scenery outside as if he was watching someone or something.

The room was unbelievably silent and could you hear a pin drop although I felt the silence gave me time to think but after some seconds it was already choking me , i felt so akward; I couldn't tell if it was a feeling of fear or anger.

A knock came on the door and for a moment I felt relieved.

One of the boss's body guard entered and said immediately,

" Your attention is needed Boss"

" I will be there in 3 minutes" The Boss replied with high aura.

" Damien, Damien " The boss called out my name with a scornful tone.

All I could say at that moment was,

"Yes Boss"

" Don't play smart with me" He said as he handed me the cigarette with mockery,

"Inhale a little to clear your nervousness"

He left immediately and shut the doors after him.

My heart skipped a bit for fear but then hate, pain and anger replaced those feelings soon after.

I looked around as I threw the cigarette not minding if it still had fire on it and then I smashed the flower vase close to my desk on the floor as I called out in anguish.

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