My Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I Became His Uncle's Contract Wife

any five-star hotel suite she'd ever stayed in. Smart-home controls, a view of the

s were neatly folded on a chair, her purse and phone beside them. Whoever ha

sappeared. Certainly not Ashton. A kind strange

n a designer uniform entered. "Miss Tor

aid politely. "Can you please t

ed to make sure you received the best care. He instructed us not to d

see him? I want to tha

e a name. He only said he would be in touch." The n

information. The mysterious rescuer

y a nutritionist. The service was so impeccable it was unne

again, his voice no longe

elling you, you have to go! This isn't ju

ther in that facility as a hostage, not out of kindness! What

Wayne was, he had a point. Leo would abs

to a bigger fish-the 'Ghost'! If you can satisfy him, f

ed by his filthy logic, but she could

n the other, a mysterious and powerful creditor.

city, in a top-floor o

he outside world, he was a ghost-but in this room, behind walls that officially didn't exist, he was still ver

Miss Torres is awake and her vitals are stable. The hospital ha

fixed on the tablet in his hand. The secure feed on the s

n glint in her eyes. A storm of emotions churned

re we going to such lengths? Repaying Mr. Hi

s cold and remote as his demeanor

rstood that his boss's interest in this Camila Torres was f

ks," Julian commanded. "Make su

He wanted her to walk into the cage he had b

and turned, completely unaware that

sion. She had no trust left, only choi

r phone and sent

entence: "I'll meet him