Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

Chapter 5

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rough the financial world. Hyde Industries stock, which had bee

al wing, he arranged an emergency virtual board meeting. Am

mixture of shock, confusion, and suspicion. Lachlan and Sterling were there, their ex

ir with a blanket over his legs, looke

ce practiced and weak. "I apologize for t

t my physical recovery will be a long-term process, I will be

d through the v

false sincerity. "Byron, your health is what's mos

n. "I'm glad you feel that way. I propose that during my leave of absence,

bitious, distrustful brothers against each other was a guarantee of infi

ce. They both understood the game, but the prize was too

decisions and expenditures over a certain threshold will still require my fina

keeper. The most powerful per

but her heart was hammering against her ribs. She w

etter alternative, rat

cade of exhaustion vanished. He turned to A

scraps," he said, his voice a low murmur. "When they have t

chilling precision of his mind. This

o the room, bringing with her the scent of expensive

rly. She opened the box to reveal a stunning set of antique sapphire and diamond jew

and affectionate. But when she looked at Byron, Amelie saw it ag

gestured to the jewelr

"In this family, Amelie, the sweetest gifts are ofte

hooling her in the brut

rought to him. He slid it

s into offshore accounts for years. This

ning numbers, her breath

how weak I truly am," Byron said, his eyes locking wit

ding face. The game, she realized, had of

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“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.”