News Flash, Ex-husband, I'm Alive!
“I know you’re pregnant, Valentina. That’s why you have to die tonight. Two lives for the price of one. Efficiency was always my strong suit.”
On her third wedding anniversary, Valentina is gifted a shallow grave.
Her husband, Kennedy, was never a billionaire. He was a fraud who drugged her, watched her drown in a poisoned bath, and buried her so he could marry his mistress.
He never expected the gardener to hesitate.
Never imagined she would claw her way out of the mud, pregnant, broken, and alive.
And he certainly didn’t expect her to return.
Dragged from the storm by Ian Kingston, a titan so powerful Kennedy is nothing more than a disposable employee, Valentina finds herself mistaken for Misha, Ian’s vanished wife.
“You have 365 days to prove you aren’t her, little bird. Until then, you wear my name, share my bed, and follow my rules.”
Trapped in a ruthless case of mistaken identity, Valentina signs the contract and becomes Misha Kingston, cold, untouchable, wrapped in emerald silk and Ian’s dangerous protection.
The next time Kennedy sees the wife he buried, she isn’t in a coffin.
She’s on his boss’s arm.
Wearing a crown.
Looking down at him from a throne he can never touch.
But Valentina hides a child conceived by her enemy…
While being claimed by a king who refuses to let her go.
He buried a wife.
Now he’ll kneel before a goddess.
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Chapter: The Ghost In The Emerald SilkThe bath was a masterpiece of marble and gold, but to Valentina, the steam felt like the humid breath of a predator. As she scrubbed the graveyard grit and dried copper of her own blood from her skin, her hands hovered protectively, almost reflexively over the slight, firm swell of her lower abdomen.Four months. She was carrying the seed of a murderer, and now she was trapped in the lair of a king.If Ian Kingston, the man whose power felt like a physical weight in every room, realized his wife was carrying another man’s blood, the 365-day contract wouldn't just be void. It would be her death warrant.She dressed in the dress the maid had left, a liquid-silk garment in a deep, venomous emerald. It clung to her damp skin like a second, more expensive layer of armor. She looked into the vanity mirror and suppressed a scream. Misha. With her dark hair slicked back and her amber eyes narrowed in survival, the resemblance was no longer a coincidence; it was a curse.I am a ghost with a
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: The Deal With The DevilThe car ride was a blur of violence and luxury. Valentina, still reeling from the cold grip of the man who called her Misha, tried to fling herself toward the door, her nails clawing at the leather."Let me out! Help!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.But the men inside weren't men; they were stone walls in tailored suits. One bouncer, a giant with a face like a scarred mountain, caught her wrists in one hand. He didn't hurt her, but his strength was absolute, pinning her against the seat as the car tore through the city at a breakneck speed."Quiet," the man in the front, Ian, commanded without looking back.The car surged through massive iron gates, up a winding drive lined with ancient oaks, and skidded to a halt before a palace of glass and marble. This wasn't just a house; it was a fortress of wealth.Valentina was hauled out, her feet barely touching the ground. Her throat felt like she had swallowed hot coals, dry, raw, and bleeding from the screaming and the choking. The fi
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: The Shadow Of A Name“Mommy, you’re finally back!”The words were a physical blow, more shocking than the near-impact of the car. Valentina lay on the wet asphalt, the air forced from her lungs by the sheer weight of the two children clinging to her. Their warmth was a stark, jarring contrast to the icy rain and the stench of the gutter.Ivy was sobbing into the crook of Valentina’s neck, her small, gloved hands clutching the ruined fabric of Valentina’s dress as if she were trying to sew her back into their lives with her fingernails. Ivan was anchored to her waist, his body shaking with a relief so profound it felt like a sob.“No… no, little ones,” Valentina wheezed, her voice a shredded, terrifying rasp. She tried to peel their small fingers away, her hands trembling with a mix of terror and an inexplicable, hollow ache. “You’re mistaken… I’m not… I’m dirty… please, you’ll get sick…”“Don’t leave again!” Ivy wailed, her voice rising in a frantic crescendo. “We waited every night at the window! Papa sa
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: The Longest MileThe rain began as a cold, mocking drizzle, turning the grime of the alley into a slick black sludge.Valentina…. no, she had to stop thinking of herself as the woman who loved Kennedy forced her fingers to dig into the wet pavement. Her muscles screamed, the paralytic leaving behind a lingering, leaden tremor that made every movement feel like wading through thick tar.She dragged herself upright, leaning against a graffiti-stained brick wall. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass; her throat was a ring of fire where Kennedy’s thumbs had tried to extinguish her soul.She began to walk. Each step was a battle against gravity. She was a phantom in a torn silk gown, a ruined bride of the night, trailing the faint, ironic scent of expensive lilies and cemetery dirt.As she stumbled toward the mouth of the alley, the neon glare of the city hit her like a physical blow. She passed a high-end boutique, its glass polished to a mirror finish. Valentina stopped. She didn't mean to l
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: The Breath Of A GhostThe world was no longer light and sound, it was weight.Valentina felt the viscous, poisoned water of the bathtub pressing against her eardrums, a heavy, silent shroud. She was suspended in a terrifying limbo where her mind screamed for air, but her lungs were filled with lead. Through the distorted shimmer of the water, she saw them, Kennedy and Lilith, their figures blurred like smudged ink. They were laughing. The man who had just shared her bed was watching her life extinguish with the casual boredom of someone watching a candle flicker out.My baby, her soul wailed. Not like this.Then came the hands. Rough, callous, and devoid of the love Kennedy had mimicked an hour ago. She felt herself being hauled out, her limp body hitting the cold marble floor with a sickening, wet thud. She wanted to gasp, to vomit the floral-scented poison from her throat, but the paralytic held her tongue captive. She was a passenger in a corpse.“Hurry up,” Kennedy’s voice drifted from miles away, c
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: The Ritual Of Betrayal“You’re pregnant.”The words hit like ice water. Valentina stared at the doctor, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the examination table. The sterile room smelled of antiseptic and faint lavender from the air freshener, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside her.Pregnant?With Kennedy’s child, the same man who’d spent three years treating her like something disposable, a toy he could break and discard at whim. She’d come to the clinic on a hunch, after weeks of nausea and missed periods, but hearing it confirmed made her world tilt. How could she bring a child into this nightmare? Kennedy’s rages, his infidelities, the bruises he left not just on her skin but on her soul, they all flashed through her mind like a cruel montage.She thanked the doctor numbly, gathered her things, and stepped out into the fading afternoon light. The streets of the city buzzed with life, people hurrying home from work, vendors calling out their wares, the distant hum of traffic
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
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