VEIL OF SHADOWS In the Mafias Web Love Is the Deadliest Trap

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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Do you see it? It's the Veil again!" Rachel shouted as she forced her way through the throng of onlookers.

The warehouse loomed ahead, illuminated by flashing police lights that reflected off the nearby walls. A chill settled in Rachel's bones as she stepped inside, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Another victim. It felt like a cruel reminder that the Veil was still at large, taunting her with each new death.

"Rachel! You shouldn't be here!" Ethan called out, rushing to her side, his expression a mix of anger and concern. "I don't think you should see this".

"I have to see it for myself," she insisted, scanning the area for any clues. "We can't let this killer keep getting away with it."

Ethan sighed, his shoulders tense. "I know. But we need to gather evidence and not compromise the scene."

They approached the center of the warehouse, where the body lay covered by a white sheet. Rachel's heart raced. She had to know who it was.

"Who is it?" Rachel asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Jessica," Ethan replied, his voice heavy. "The barista from the café. She was reported missing yesterday."

Rachel felt her stomach drop. "We're running out of time. The Veil is escalating."

"Yeah, and if we don't act fast, there could be more victims," Ethan said, determination flickering in his eyes. "We need to figure out a lead, and we need it now."

Just then, a loud crash echoed from the back of the warehouse. Rachel's instincts kicked in. "What was that?" she asked, her heart pounding.

"Stay here," Ethan ordered, moving toward the sound.

"No. We can't split up," Rachel replied, falling in step behind him.

They approached the source of the noise, adrenaline coursing through their veins. The darkness enveloped them as they rounded a corner, and Rachel's pulse quickened.

Suddenly, they spotted a figure crouched low to the ground. "Alex?" Rachel said, recognition flooding her.

He looked up, surprise etched across his face. "Rachel! Ethan! Didn't expect to see you here."

"Why are you here?" Ethan's voice was tight, suspicion lacing his words.

"I came to help," Alex said, rising to his feet. "I heard about the latest victim. Thought I could assist with the investigation."

Rachel's mind raced. She and Ethan had been working together for months, and now Alex's unexpected arrival complicated things. "We don't need your help, Alex," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Really?" Alex shot back, his expression turning serious. "Because I have some connections that could lead us to the Veil."

Ethan crossed his arms, his body tense. "We're already working on this, Alex."

Rachel felt the friction rising between the two men. "We don't have time for this," she interjected. "We need to focus on finding evidence."

Before she could say more, a police officer rushed over, his face pale. "Detective! We found something outside!"

Rachel's heart raced as they followed the officer, dread settling in her gut. They couldn't afford to miss anything.

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