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Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 896    |    Released on: Today at 14:18

n. To flee the mausoleum, the estate, this entir

emergency call button on the wall near the door, a

embling, reached o

ith medical kits swarmed in. They moved with a quiet, unnerving efficiency,

ing mansion that made the tomb look modest. They led her to a private m

oom, a woman with an elegant, severe beauty and sil

e. The fami

lue as Byron's, were sharp and assessing. She took Amelie's hands in her own. H

ion, his aggression, his desecration of the pod. She described the pod opening and Byron... waking. She

ble. One by one, drawn by the impossible news that had ripped through the estate, the Hyde clan began to assemble, their faces a gallery of shock, disbelief, and poorly concealed

he narrative and his face darke

Amelie sa

rk looks, their hushed, urgent tones fill

tor emerged fr

nced to the waiting family. "B

bed, looking pale and diminished against the star

ice was weak, but it landed in

ook-shock, yes, but underneath it,

d's life-support systems had kept him alive. Cal's shouting and his attempts to tamper with the controls, he claimed, ha

d, ensuring he had every

f sensation in his lower extremities. We'll need to run a full battery of tests, including

aly

the air, unspok

o dawn. A flicker of hope. A living, breathing Byron was a t

s. It's God's greatest gift!" She stroked his face, her touch gentle, her words dripping with love. But as her eyes met Amelie's

nding Amelie where she s

ed to the room. "As of three weeks

er. The gesture was weak, b

the bed and let him take h

ing over his brothers, "she will act on my behalf. An

and Sterling pasted on smiles, stepping forward to offe

convincing performance

murmuring amongst themselves, th

shut, leaving Ame

gone. The pallor was still there, b

ng all its manufactured frailty. "Let'

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Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost
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“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.”