Return Of The Billionaire's Ghost Wife

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 977 | Released on: 10/04/2026

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arently come back into fashion or never left, she couldn't tell which-and made her way thr

had the crisp edge that meant winter was coming. People moved through the park like a

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few feet behind her, close enough to touch but not touchi

king with a fury that surprised them both. "You held me, you prom

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was in her expression. "I know that I'm biologically impossible. That I should b

. But his hands gave him away-clenching and unclenching at his sides, the fingers that ha

Exactly. Precisely. Don't-don't int

hen she didn't know what it was. "Turbulence. The captain's voice, something about losing altitude.

lf, felt the autumn wind cut thro

an most people's rent." She laughed, harsh and brief. "I thought I was dead. I thought thi

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now something else, something she was only beginning to understand. "I'm

h two long strides. His hands found her shoulders, h

built empires and destroyed competitors and never learned how to accept defeat. "I

o place. "What about Hector, who thinks I'm some kind of prostitute you've hired t

handle

hands to fall. "By drugging them, too

w him flinch, saw somethin

iar it hurt. "I panicked. You were collapsing, I couldn't-I didn't know how to he

ot some spy sent to steal your secrets. That I'm exactly w

between them, the city spreading out below l

live in now. I want to go to the house. The real house. Where the children gre

prayer. "The estate. Yes. Of cou

ath. "I want to go now, Jordi. Before I lose my nerve. Before I convince mysel

unreadable. Then he reached into his pocket, pull

man who commanded empires. "Mrs. Vaughan is coming home. The west wing. Have it ready in an hour. And Pim..." A slight pause, a heartbeat where

call. Held

he said. "Twenty minutes to

impossibly, still there beneath everything else. "I'm not sure of anything else. But I need

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Return Of The Billionaire's Ghost Wife

Traveling Star Fantasy

“I died in the terrifying plunge of Flight 815. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a luxurious bathtub, completely unharmed. The door opened, and my husband Jordi walked in-looking fifteen years older, his eyes glacial. He pinned me to the wall, his thumb pressing against my windpipe, demanding to know who hired me to play his dead wife. I managed to prove I was the real Isadora, biologically still twenty-eight years old. But my nightmare had just begun. My twenty-three-year-old son Hector looked at my unaged face with pure hatred. "Get this cheap replica out of my father's house, or I'll have him declared incompetent!" My twenty-year-old daughter Blossom, now a spoiled stranger treating Jordi like a personal ATM, screamed at me over the phone. Even Jordi's ambitious female colleague showed up at our estate, treating me like a temporary toy she could easily replace. In the space of a single breath, I had lost fifteen years. My children had grown up without me, learning to hate instead of grieve. Now, they looked at their real mother as if I were a monster trying to steal my own inheritance. But I didn't return from the dead just to be pushed out. I put on my old green silk dress, stepped in front of the female executive, and smiled. If they want to treat me like a threat, I'll fight them all to get my family back.”