The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife

Chapter 3

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ips. He grabbed another towel and rubbed the freezing water from h

ightstand. He reac

ed in mid-air. Th

ulled the watch away. The crumpled one-h

red at the

pupils contracted into tiny pinpricks.

crawled up his neck. The vein at h

e table. He crushed it in h

He kicked the heavy brass floor lamp next to the bed. The metal s

assian rushed in, his hand

Bryton's heaving chest and the absolute murder in his eyes.

ce was a low, terrifying growl. "Pu

he sound vibrated in the windows. "Dig up the entire ci

he adjacent terrace. She rolled to absorb the impact. Her

ambled to her feet and

ing wind cut through her torn blouse. She reached

the cold brick wall. She gas

and pulled out her phone.

Did it happen? Is it done?" His voice w

mach. "Did you spike his dri

e room. I wanted you two to b

sed against her spine. "You thought if I got pregnant,

u ungrateful brat. You do what I say. If you ruin this, you will never

snapped. She felt the physical break in her

aid. Her voice was ice. "Do

h! You

ear. She hit end. She went into t

men's blazer she had snatched from the hotel room tighter around

twenty-four-hour convenience store. The

cheap strawberry lollipop. She paid the cashi

e back down her throat. It was a physical anchor. A habit from

aised her hand. A ye

s to a cheap, run-down apartme

. The neon lights of the city blurred as the car sped fo

needed it fast. The

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The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife

Ming Yue Modern

“For three years, I was trapped in a paper marriage to a billionaire I had never met, until my father forced me to finally visit his hotel suite. But when I walked in, I found my husband, Bryton Lott, heavily drugged by my own father. Stripped of all reason, Bryton violently pinned me down and took my innocence, making me a pawn in my father's sick scheme to force a pregnancy and save his bankrupt company. After escaping his feral grip, I overheard Bryton call my father. He called me a useless, invisible wife, vowing to hand me divorce papers the second he saw my face. The nightmare didn't end there. When I brought a priceless antique jade bracelet to my mother's birthday, she slapped me across the face in front of the entire elite crowd. My stepsister publicly accused me of selling my body. Hiding in the shadows, I even heard my mother admit she wished I was dead, only keeping me around to exploit my marriage. I had played the obedient, impoverished daughter for years, enduring their endless abuse just to protect my grandmother's legacy. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like a sacrificial lamb to be sold and destroyed? The last thread holding my heart together completely snapped. I left the multi-million dollar bracelet on the cold stone sill and walked out into the freezing night. Snapping my everyday SIM card in half, I pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and activated my true identity as the underground world's top operative, "King." "Run a full hostile intelligence sweep on Apocalypse Corp."”