Stalked By The Mafia Boss

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

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.

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Simon wore his black blazer and looked at his reflection in the big mirror. His shirt was a little tight giving a hint of his muscular chest. His hair were nearly combed and hide half of his forehead. His deep ocean like blue eyes gives a hint of coldness and cruelty. He was perfect, perfect everywhere.

Simon Winter, twenty three years old, the younger son of Carter Winter who was the head of Mafia, was ready to kill every one with his looks on the party.

For Simon, looks were everything. He admired himself, he loved himself but he never let anyone touch him.

He heard a knock on the door and next second his best friend and right hand, James, entered the room.

“Are you ready for the party?”

Simon gave him a nod.

“Time for hunt.” An evil smile appeared on his lips.

Soon they were driving towards their destination which was none other than the famous nightclub in the city. He came out of the came and buttoned his blazer. The night club was owned by his cousin and best friend Ria, the only girl who was closed to him. As he walked inside the building, nearly everyone moved out of his way as they know how dangerous it can be to get in his way.

Simon saw Ria who was standing next to a girl instructing her something. The girl was wearing a golden colour mask which covered half of her face revealing her lips and chin.

Ria gestured him to enter the vip room and turned towards the girl.

Simon was sipping on the golden liquid in his glass when Ria entered and sat beside him. She start talking about family politics and how much she was tired of it. As they were talking, the same girl entered and served them drinks. Simon carefully glanced over her face. He felt like he saw her somewhere but couldn’t remember where.

“Who is she?” He asked Ria.

“She is the girl I told you about. I really pity her.” She took a deep breath.

“Don’t you need a maid. It would be better for her if she could work somewhere else with better environment and more money.”

“I don’t think Parker need another maid right now.” He mentioned the name of his butler.

“I need to use restroom.”

He placed his glass down and got up.

As he was coming from the restroom, he stopped in front of employee’s room. He looked inside the small glass and saw the girl who was taking off her mask. For a second he couldn’t believe his eyes.

He was searching for her everywhere and she was here, so close to her destruction. He wanted to go inside and kill her with his own hands but stopped himself.

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