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The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.Alexa's POV
Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as his words reverberated through the large office space, bouncing back to my ears. I couldn't bear the harshness, nor could I bear the man from whom those words were coming.
"You're a worthless piece of shit! Just take a look at what you have caused! We lost all those millions because of you!" he screamed.
"Dad..." I began.
"What is it, Alexa? Are you ready to explain how these documents were signed?" he demanded, flinging the papers at my face.
The tears that had stung at the corners of my eyes now clouded them, threatening to spill down my face. "I don't know anything about those papers, Dad. I wasn't the one who signed them."
He snorted at my words. "But those are your damn signatures! If you weren't the one who signed them, then who did? Who freaking did?"
His eyes burned with fury as he glared back at me. I had to bend my head when I could no longer stand the heat of his gaze.
Just then, the office doors opened, and the familiar sounds of heels clicking on the floor announced who had entered. I didn't bother raising my gaze from the floor, knowing it was none other than Elsie, my step sister.
Her confident steps told me she was more than excited about the issue I was having with our father. It's not that I was expecting her to be anything else but happy.
Elsie hated my guts with everything within her and hadn't hidden it even for one day.
"Here are the papers you asked for, Daddy," she said in an excited tone.
"Hand them over to your sister," Dad replied to her.
She came closer to where I was and gave me the papers. "Take, Alexa."
The amusement underlying her tone told me that whatever was in those papers wasn't good for me.
My eyes widened as I scanned through the words written on it, "you want me to resign from my position as the CEO?"
"That's right," Dad confirmed, "I've lost enough millions all because of you. I need you to sign those papers right now."
"But Dad..." I began.
"I said now, Alexa! I don't want to hear any more of your silly excuses," he stormed over to where I was and landed a thunderous slap on my cheek, "the damages you have done to the family business are enough!"
I held the side of my cheek where the slap had landed and signed the papers with shaky hands.
"Good," he scoffed, "This is the only good thing you have done in a long time."
I heard Elsie squealing excitedly behind me. I thought she was being the typical Elsie until Dad motioned for her to take a seat.
She rushed to my former chair with a speed faster than that of light and relaxed in the chair.
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My Godfather is my Soulmate
Hell no! was the answer Don Antonio gave his friend when he begged him to come work with his daughter. Crazy enough, that was Alexa's answer too when she learned that she would be working with her godfather. They both knew exactly what they were running away from. Alexa, a beauty with a body mos/0/74636/coverorgin.jpg?v=db6758737091686269b4aaa453d59b42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
