The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife

Chapter 5

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ministrative buildi

te button-down shirt and a plain black skirt. It was the only professio

ed at the cracked screen of her

erupted near th

hree black Maybachs

the dean rushed toward the glass doors. Their f

f the lead

e black suit that screamed power. Six mas

ter of hundred students died. The sheer, oppressi

throat. Her heart slammed again

lide behind the marble pillar, aimin

n right behind her. The sound w

d the sound. The president b

d her back aga

gruff vo

s thick arm out to clear the path. H

balance. Her fingers slipped. The

id directly into the path of B

n sto

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l knot. She gritted her teeth. She step

on shifted his weight. The heavy leather sole of h

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s met B

e they looked at eac

ysical weight. He scanned her faded shirt. He looked at her thick

d. His voice was low, but it car

thought she was a desperate student t

the crowd of students.

president hissed. "S

not defend herself. Speaking

rd. The device scraped out from under his shoe. The scr

looked at his chest, refu

robotic, lifeless drawl that sounded nothing like the terrified, breathless whisper he might vaguely remember from the darkness. Bryton heard th

toward the stairwell. She kep

, physical itch crawled up the back of his neck. Something

way. He scoffed and ste

stairwell door open. It

e back of her shirt. She looked at her ruined phone. The d

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The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife

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“For three years, I was trapped in a paper marriage to a billionaire I had never met, until my father forced me to finally visit his hotel suite. But when I walked in, I found my husband, Bryton Lott, heavily drugged by my own father. Stripped of all reason, Bryton violently pinned me down and took my innocence, making me a pawn in my father's sick scheme to force a pregnancy and save his bankrupt company. After escaping his feral grip, I overheard Bryton call my father. He called me a useless, invisible wife, vowing to hand me divorce papers the second he saw my face. The nightmare didn't end there. When I brought a priceless antique jade bracelet to my mother's birthday, she slapped me across the face in front of the entire elite crowd. My stepsister publicly accused me of selling my body. Hiding in the shadows, I even heard my mother admit she wished I was dead, only keeping me around to exploit my marriage. I had played the obedient, impoverished daughter for years, enduring their endless abuse just to protect my grandmother's legacy. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like a sacrificial lamb to be sold and destroyed? The last thread holding my heart together completely snapped. I left the multi-million dollar bracelet on the cold stone sill and walked out into the freezing night. Snapping my everyday SIM card in half, I pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and activated my true identity as the underground world's top operative, "King." "Run a full hostile intelligence sweep on Apocalypse Corp."”