My Ghost Husband Is My Billionaire Boss

und in the room, a steady, clinical pulse that did nothin

he skin thin and dry like parchmen

uded with age and illness, struggled to fo

dozen times. The one wish Evelyn clung t

m stable." The words felt h

ow, her hope dimming like the late afternoon sun. A sharp, cold fist clenched

le wall of the hospital corridor, the antiseptic smell filling her lungs. Her

he didn't know, a butler for a woman she'd never met. "Mrs. Sinclair asked me

o grow louder in her head. This was insane. A desperate, la

h that felt like

e said, her own voi

r mind was a blank slate, she was about to marry a man whose name she barel

was turned away from her, looking out at the street. When he turned, her breath caught. He was handsome, with sharp,

sked. His voice was deep

es

ank Mi

nce between them was heavy, awkward. There was nothing t

er, and sat on a hard wooden bench to wait. He handled everything with a detached efficiency, pointing to the

rstated, a simple leather band and a dark face, but she recognized the

ought was quickly extinguished by the image of

they felt. They recited the vows without looking at each other, their voices

bsurd in her hand. It was a marriage certificate. Her

r-her husband-turned to her. He held out

e all business. "The apartment and living expense

mpassive face. She pushed the card ba

k only

rprise, maybe-crossed his features. It was go

e, no handshake. He slid into the back of a black sedan that had pulled up

ng a key to an apartment she'd never seen an

ate and showed it to Evelyn. A genuine, peaceful smile spread acr

arice knew. I

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le woman. Her "husband" never called, never wrote. He was a ghost, a name on a legal document. She poured all her energy

landed in her inbox. The subject line made her heart skip

being transferred to the Sinclair Group's global headquarters in Ma

her desk, a mix of congratul

anhattan. A new challenge. A new start. She felt a surge of excitement, compl

he mysterious new CEO, Nolan Sinclair IV, w