The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife

Chapter 7

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his private office. He rolled an unlit cigar between his

ssian walked in. His breat

her," Ca

gar. He turned around. His ey

up a file on the tablet. "But we pulled the dashcam foota

creen. An image proj

in an oversized coat was running toward the e

ight hand," Ca

s sleeve was pulled back slightly. A

ing the woman's wrists to the wall. He remembered her struggling

the exposed jawline," Cassian said.

up next to the

B-list actress known f

assian read from the file. "Her manager posted a tweet at 3:0

Kianna. She had heavy makeup,

dcat. She felt cold, sharp, and unyielding. This actress looked soft and desperate. He'd briefly considered the Acevedo girl at the unive

. His voice was flat. He threw the unlit cigar

at a cheap movi

for the fifth time. Her manager, Morry, bowed and apologi

walked onto the set. T

lashed a black badge. "Miss S

t in the back of a stretched Lincoln.

carved from stone. He slid a thick non-di

happened in the Elysium Hotel suite, and you

ned her mouth to say she got drunk

ry's heavy shoe kick

hut. She looked at Morry. His eyes were wide wit

She did not know what happened

d up the pen and signed he

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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."”