Return Of The Billionaire's Ghost Wife

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 673 | Released on: 10/04/2026

without an

tires that cost more than most people's cars. She stood in the silence he left behind, h

s-" Jord

have been gentler, should have given him time, should have-" She stopped, her voice

kno

him. His expression was careful, controlled, but his ey

fight in boardrooms, in markets, in the kind of corporate warfare that makes people disappear. And you just-" H

s." She pulled away, suddenly

r. Pim prepared the west w

tching his expression flicker. "Our bedroom,

immediate. "I've never-there h

and rooms that had been reimagined by strangers, until they reached the double doors

tly as she

windows overlooking the garden, the ones she'd insisted on despite the security concerns.

ighth

perspective that proved he'd painted it himself. The only light you ever needed. She'd teased him f

dn't-I tried to take it down once, in the first year. Hector found me ho

ose enough to touch, his expression raw and ungua

e said. "Told them. About how

e locked me up, Issy. Hector almost tried." He stopped, his jaw working as he swallowed down the darkest parts of the last fifteen years

esperate care. "Please. Not yet. Let me have this. Let me have you back, just

e'd carried, the love that had survived somehow, im

e squeezed his hand. "You can't build a future on secrets.

iciously bright. "Soon,"

watching the afternoon light move a

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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.”