Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Chapter 6

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r. He came under the guise of inquiring after his brother's health, but his

was a formal, impersonal space, designed for uncomfortable conversations. Byron was in the

ing past her as if she were part of the furnitu

She kept her voice even and calm, just as they had rehearsed. "Byron

ort, derisive laugh.

w. She simply slid the file Byron had given he

w the columns of figures, the dates, the names of

The smug arrogance vanished, re

f this?" he hissed, hi

ppointed. In Cal's disrespect. Both to him, and to me. He feels an appropriate punishment is in or

reeling. Byron, crippled and confined to a bed, was still holding a knife

ffing, of weakness. He found none. Her e

satisfied smile touching his lips. She h

thick with tension. F

asked, the words tasti

ration in Alaska. For one year. To 'reflect'," Amelie relay

worse than death fo

imace. He was a man trapped. He fina

e looked at Amelie, really looked at her for the first ti

de," he said, the words

nd left, a

crumbled. A shudder ran through her, and she sa

and Byron wheeled himself out. His

It was the first real pra

our lines," she said,

he countered, his gaze intense. "Y

time, she saw something in his eyes beyo

and set a corner of the papers on fire. He dropped the burning f

he said, his eyes on the flames.

t it was also an offer

ow. She had seen the absolute control he wielded from the shadows, and fo

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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.”