Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Chapter 2

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ollow, silent purgatory spent staring at the cryogenic pod, her prison and the

g presence in the dark. The same scent of whiskey

as a ghost in her own life, a body without a so

stant concept when the great stone doors of t

ded the chamber. Amelie fl

ressed in a suit that probably cost more than her father's last car

clippings she'd been forced to

w they buried with my dead uncle?"

e pushed herself up from the bed, her back straight

the distance between them in three long strides, his hand s

ve me orders," he sneered, his eyes raking over her body with a greedy, possessive light

gling against his grip. He was stronger than he looked. He laughed, a low

e only seemed

enic pod in the center of the room. A

ering toward the pod's control panel. His fingers ghosted over the emergency flush controls. "One litt

e man in that pod, the man whose name belonged to her

at," she said,

etting attached already?" He shoved her hard,

o the panel, his knuckles rapp

gone, shall we?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with a vic

d to her feet, her eyes landing on the breakfast tray from tha

him. "Get out. O

t up with a perverse excitement.

aside. It clattered uselessly on the stone floor. In the next moment, he had he

tearing at the simple

ou scream for m

too strong. Her back was pressed tight against the pod, the cold seeping

Trapped. Vi

somethin

ft c

she felt it more than heard it, a faint

"What was that?" he mu

he pod, usually steady, began to

lear, mechanical hiss, like th

oze, their eyes locked

omb, under their disbelieving stare

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Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Li Zi Hai Shi Xing Billionaires

“To save my brother's life, I married a dead billionaire. My new home was a freezing, high-tech mausoleum where I was ordered to hold a year-long vigil beside Byron Hyde's cryogenic pod. But I wasn't alone in the dark. Every night, a terrifying shadow smelling of whiskey and sandalwood pinned me to my narrow bed. It tore my clothes and brutally claimed my body, leaving me bruised and trembling until dawn. When I begged the housekeeper for help, showing her my torn skin, she just smiled cruelly. "It seems the master's spirit has accepted you." I thought I was being haunted by a vengeful ghost, until Byron's arrogant nephew broke into the tomb to assault me. His tampering triggered the life-support system, and the heavy lid of the pod hissed open. Byron Hyde sat up, his eyes lethal and his skin shockingly warm. He was alive. Looking at his broad shoulders, I caught the faint scent of whiskey and sandalwood. The horrific truth hit me like a physical blow. My nightly tormentor wasn't a ghost. It was my living, breathing husband. When I confronted him, his eyes were cold and clinical. "That was a necessary test. I had to know if my wife would break." A white-hot rage choked me, but I didn't scream or run. He slipped the priceless, heavy sapphire of the family matriarch onto my finger, offering me absolute power over the treacherous relatives who wanted us both dead. To fight a monster, you can't be a victim. I looked into his deep, dangerous eyes and accepted the ring. If this was a cage, allying with the keeper was the only way to find the key.”