Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Chapter 3

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ing pod, instantly shrouding the platform in a

f pure, slack-jawed terror. Amelie was frozen in place, her lungs re

erged fro

hand of undeniable strength. It gripped the ed

a figure

ling a man's torso, lean and muscled, dotted wi

his

adiating an aura of cold fury that made the air crackle. His eyes, a startlingly d

yde was

a ghost, a real one this time. His legs gave out, and he col

is voice a pathetic squeak. "A

d directly onto Amelie. He took in her torn dress, the terror on her f

s. Anger, yes, but something else too. Somet

ly rebooted, only to

He's

ifying thought struck h

the man who comes to

he scent of whiskey and sandalwood that she now realized was clinging

was

always

ing sensors from his chest and let them fall. As if on cue, a hidden panel in the wall beside the pod slid open,

platform and walked

sound that seemed to come from the very depths of the

s hands and feet like a crab. "No! I...

e down on Cal's

ck echoed throu

high, piercing

said, the words

ted hi

Tell him to leash his dog. The next time,

of the mausoleum as if the devil himself were at his heels. The sound of his t

vy, suffocating silence that was n

st the tw

ared at the man who was her husband, her tormentor, her

and walked

rder against the cold metal of the pod. Her eyes were wide

a long moment, he just looked at

raped it over her shoulders, covering her torn dress, her e

seemed about to speak, but his face paled. His body swayed, as

d, and he collapsed, falling to

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Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Li Zi Hai Shi Xing Billionaires

“To save my brother's life, I married a dead billionaire. My new home was a freezing, high-tech mausoleum where I was ordered to hold a year-long vigil beside Byron Hyde's cryogenic pod. But I wasn't alone in the dark. Every night, a terrifying shadow smelling of whiskey and sandalwood pinned me to my narrow bed. It tore my clothes and brutally claimed my body, leaving me bruised and trembling until dawn. When I begged the housekeeper for help, showing her my torn skin, she just smiled cruelly. "It seems the master's spirit has accepted you." I thought I was being haunted by a vengeful ghost, until Byron's arrogant nephew broke into the tomb to assault me. His tampering triggered the life-support system, and the heavy lid of the pod hissed open. Byron Hyde sat up, his eyes lethal and his skin shockingly warm. He was alive. Looking at his broad shoulders, I caught the faint scent of whiskey and sandalwood. The horrific truth hit me like a physical blow. My nightly tormentor wasn't a ghost. It was my living, breathing husband. When I confronted him, his eyes were cold and clinical. "That was a necessary test. I had to know if my wife would break." A white-hot rage choked me, but I didn't scream or run. He slipped the priceless, heavy sapphire of the family matriarch onto my finger, offering me absolute power over the treacherous relatives who wanted us both dead. To fight a monster, you can't be a victim. I looked into his deep, dangerous eyes and accepted the ring. If this was a cage, allying with the keeper was the only way to find the key.”