The Ghost Of Wall Street : Twisted Vows
She broke into the wrong man’s office.
Now she belongs to the Ghost of Wall Street.
Clara Sterling came to steal back her father’s empire.
Instead, Julian Cross, the ruthless billionaire known as the Ghost of Wall Street, caught her red-handed.
His offer was simple and merciless:
“Marry me for one year… or watch everything you love burn.”
Trapped in a contract soaked in blackmail and obsession, Clara must play the perfect wife while a shadowy enemy, the deadly Goddard Family, circles them with poison, betrayal, and blood.
In a world of luxury honeymoons, deadly boardrooms, and lethal secrets, hate ignites into something far more dangerous.
Every chapter title is a line he once said to her.
And the only man who can save her… might be the one who destroyed her.
Married to the Ghost of Wall Street: Twisted Vows
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Chapter: Chapter 37: “Follow My Lead”Clara’s POV“I want to say a special welcome to everyone gathered here tonight. It truly gladdens my heart to see that all of you honored my invitation.”Diva’s voice carried easily through the ballroom, warm and composed as she stood beneath the glow of the chandelier.She lifted her champagne glass with a smile.“To prosperous new years added to our ages.”Almost immediately, the entire ballroom followed.“To prosperous new years added to our ages.”The words echoed around the room as glasses rose into the air.Julian reached for another glass from a passing waiter and handed it to me without saying anything. I accepted it, then lifted my glass with everyone else.Diva smiled as she looked across the room, taking in the sea of raised glasses before bringing hers to her lips.The toast ended with another round of applause, and the atmosphere shifted almost instantly.The violinists picked up their music again as waiters began moving through the ballroom with trays of champagne, wine,
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: Chapter 36: “Yes Julian Cross is my Husband”Clara’s POV The moment I stepped into the ballroom, I was swallowed by the noise. Conversations overlapped in every direction. Small groups stood in tight circles, laughing softly, shaking hands, exchanging numbers, and making quiet deals as though this were just another Tuesday night. Men in perfectly tailored tuxedos moved around the room with the easy confidence of people who never needed to introduce themselves, while women in diamonds and couture dresses drifted from one conversation to another as though they had been doing this their whole lives. This wasn’t only a birthday party. It was a marketplace too, the perfect place for rich and powerful people to connect, network, and make deals. The air was thick with expensive perfumes and colognes, so heavy it almost coated my tongue. My throat tightened. I was thirsty. I glanced around for a waiter and caught one just as he passed with a silver tray of champagne flutes. “Excuse me, please.” He stopped at once without saying a
Last Updated: 2026-08-09
Chapter: Chapter 35 : “The World He Came From”Clara’s POV Everything about the Richmond estate whispered old money. Not the kind that needed headlines or social media hype to prove it, but the kind that had been building wealth for generations. As I stepped through the entrance doors, the scent of polished wood blended with beeswax, cedar, and the faint trace of expensive perfumes lingering in the air. It was warm, refined, and strangely comforting, the kind of scent that made the house itself feel busy and alive.My eyes wandered around the entrance hall without knowing where to settle first. A Baccarat crystal chandelier, easily the size of a small sedan, hung high above us, casting warm light across gleaming marble floors. Glass display cases lined the walls, each holding what looked like priceless Ming Dynasty porcelain and paintings I was almost certain belonged in museums instead of someone’s house.Guests drifted past it all as though none of it was unusual. Men wore Patek Philippe watches and other luxury timepieces that
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: Chapter 34 : “I Finally Understood”Clara’s POV “Yes… how do you know that?” The question left my mouth before I could stop it. Julian took another bite of his toast, then pushed his plate a few inches away. He set his phone down on the table between us. “Siri, call Dr. Aris,” he said. The calm robotic voice answered immediately. “Calling Doctor Aris.” The phone began to ring. I stared at it, then looked back at Julian, still trying to figure out how he’d known exactly what had been bothering me before I’d even said a word. Before I could gather my thoughts, a deep, respectful voice came through the speaker. “Good morning, Mr. Cross,” the doctor said. “How can we help you to—” “Doctor Aris,” Julian said. The man fell silent immediately, the rest of his sentence dying on the other end of the phone. “Yes, Mr. Cross?” he replied. “Why is my father-in-law’s health update a day late?” Julian asked. A brief silence settled over the room. I found myself staring at Julian, still unable to understand how
Last Updated: 2026-08-05
Chapter: Chapter 33 : “Don’t Trust Anyone.”Clara’s POV I quietly shook my head, picked up my fork, and took a bite of the scrambled eggs. They were warm, fluffy, and just as tasty as everything Laura made. We ate in silence for a few minutes. The only sounds were the quiet clink of silverware and the distant hum of the city far below. Julian ate like someone who cared more about getting fuel into his body than actually tasting the food. I watched him between bites and found myself still wondering how long he’d been awake. Then he set his fork down. “So tonight,” he said, “these are the things you should expect to see.” Of course. We couldn’t even make it through breakfast before he turned it into a business briefing. I kept my expression unreadable, took another bite of my scrambled eggs, and waited for whatever came next. “There’ll be roughly two hundred guests there,” he continued. “CEOs, board members, a few politicians, and at least three people who sit on the Genesis Oversight Council.” I kept my face neutral, but
Last Updated: 2026-08-03
Chapter: Chapter 32 : “Why should I even care?”Clara’s POVI slowly opened my eyes. The room was dark now, with only the soft light spilling out from the walk-in closet. My eyes drifted there automatically, settling on the sleek black safe built into the wall. It was still sitting there quietly, still locked, keeping every answer about my father’s poisoning hidden behind thick steel. I let out a small sigh and shook my head.“I really need to snap out of it,” I murmured to the quiet room.Then my gaze wandered toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.It was dark outside.“What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath.I could have sworn I’d only closed my eyes a few minutes ago.So how the hell did it get this dark?Frowning, I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time.6:30 a.m.I blinked twice, frowned at the screen, then checked it again just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.I sat up slowly, still staring at the time on my phone.“No way…” I muttered under my breath.I fell asleep around six yesterday evening, an
Last Updated: 2026-08-03
Cursed By Blood, Claimed By Love
Synopsis
In the Blackthorn Pack, Moana is invisible.
Branded the daughter of a traitor, she has spent years cleaning floors, surviving on scraps, and enduring the hatred of wolves who believe she should have died with her father. The last thing she wants is a mate.
But on the night of the Blood Moon Ceremony, the Moon Goddess chooses her anyway.
Her mate is Alpha Eldrick Blackthorn—the most feared and powerful wolf in the region. The man who condemned her family. The man she has every reason to hate.
Then, before the entire pack, he rejects her.
With four words, Eldrick shatters the sacred bond and leaves Moana broken at his feet.
Everyone believes the story is over.
They’re wrong.
As an ancient enemy rises and a forgotten curse awakens, strange silver markings begin spreading across Moana’s skin—markings tied to a legend older than the Blackthorn Pack itself. Soon, Eldrick discovers that the woman he cast aside may be the only one capable of saving his people.
But earning her forgiveness may prove harder than winning a war.
Because some wounds cut deeper than claws…
…and the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes.
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Chapter: Chapter 24 : A New BeginningMoana’s POVI slowly looked toward my bed.And froze.Sitting there, arranged with more care than anything had ever been arranged on that straw mattress before, were things that did not belong to me. Could not belong to me. I stepped closer, my bare feet quiet against the cold stone floor, and let my eyes move over each piece one at a time, almost afraid that if I looked too fast, it would all disappear.A pair of ankle boots sat first, the leather still stiff and unworn, dark brown and stitched with a neat, even hand. I touched them before I even realized I had reached out, running my fingers along the seams. Beside them rested a satchel, larger and sturdier than the worn one I had carried for years, its buckles polished bright. Next to that, a belt, and folded on top of it, a dress the color of warm earth, beaded along the neckline in small brown stones that caught the lantern light every time I shifted my weight. And draped over the edge of the bed, heavy and soft, a fur cloak thic
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: Chapter 23: The Things We Leave BehindMoana’s POV As I stood there taking the whole sight in, a familiar voice called from behind me. “Map Bearer.” I turned. One of Eldrick’s royal guards stood a few steps away. He bowed his head slightly toward me. The small gesture of respect surprised me more than it should have. “The Alpha requests your presence in your cellar,” he said. My stomach dropped. “My… cellar?” The guard gave a single nod. For a moment, I simply stared at him. Why would Alpha Eldrick want to see me in my cellar? He had never been there before. Not once. My mind immediately began searching for an answer, each possibility worse than the last. Had I done something wrong? Had someone told him about the markings? Had Astrid said something? Or— My eyes dropped instinctively toward the scarf around my neck. No. I had been careful. At least, I hoped I had. I glanced once toward Astrid’s cottage, then back at the guard. Oh no. I had spent far too long with Astrid. Perh
Last Updated: 2026-08-09
Chapter: Chapter 22: Born of the Same PainMoana’s POV Astrid’s cottage suddenly felt very cold, as though winter had reached its peak inside the small room. I pressed both hands against my chest. My heart pounded so fiercely that I thought it might burst through my ribs. I tried to hide the rejection mark beneath my palms, but a dull ache continued to pulse beneath my scarf. Astrid did not move. Her cloudy eyes remained fixed on my face. “Daughter of Kyrian Ashclaw,” she said again, her voice low and steady. “Do you have the mark of the First Luna?” My eyes fell to the floor. I closed them, but it did nothing to stop the tears. They slipped down my cheeks before I could wipe them away. Shame and fear twisted together inside me, tightening my throat until it became difficult to speak. “Yes,” I whispered. “It appeared the night of the Blood Moon ritual… the night Alpha Eldrick rejected me as his mate.” Astrid turned her face toward the stone ceiling, as if she could see something I could not. Then her foggy eyes sn
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Chapter: Chapter 21 : The Mark of the First LunaMoana’s POVSela stepped into my path outside the library, her arms folded tightly across her chest. A sickly sweet smile spread across her face, but I had seen enough of her over the years to know it never meant anything good.“Well, if it isn’t Alpha Eldrick’s new Map Bearer,” she mocked.I didn’t flinch.For the first time in years, I didn’t lower my eyes either. I simply raised my head and held her gaze.“Move out of my way, Sela,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “I have orders from the Alpha, and unlike you, I have somewhere important I need to be.”The words came out sharper than I intended, and all three of them seemed to be caught by surprise. Anna and Elara exchanged a quick glance at themselves, their mocking smiles disappearing almost immediately. Even Sela stood there staring at me for a heartbeat, as though she couldn’t believe I had spoken back to her.I didn’t wait to see what she would say or do next. I just walked past them, adjusting the satchel resting against my hip
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Chapter: Chapter 20: The First LunaMoana’s POV When the council meeting finally ended, everyone rose at once to carry out Alpha Eldrick’s orders. The war chiefs strode from the Great Hall, already discussing which warriors would ride north. The elders departed with grim faces, their voices low as they spoke among themselves. Kaelen remained beside Alpha Eldrick while the rest of the hall slowly emptied. I returned to Alpha Eldrick’s study. I couldn’t leave my work unfinished. The bucket and brush still waited where the guards had left them earlier. Dust still clung to the corners of the heavy table and the shelves lined with old scrolls. I finished cleaning in silence, moving the cloth in slow, steady circles while my thoughts remained fixed on everything I had heard during the war council. Three hundred elite warriors. Six thousand rogues. Two nights until we rode north. As I continued working, the world beyond the walls of Night Claw Hold refused to leave my thoughts. I had spent almost my entire life with
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
Chapter: Chapter 19: The War CouncilMoana’s POV The heavy doors to the Great Hall groaned as the guards pushed them open. Warm air rolled out to meet me, carrying the lingering scent of stale ale, burning pine, leather, roasted meat, and old timber. My heartbeat quickened as I stepped inside behind them. My boots echoed softly against the polished timber floor, sounding far louder than they should have in the silence. The hall was nothing like it had been the night before. The music was gone. So were the laughter, the dancing, and the endless stream of carved ale horns raised in celebration. The long feast tables had been cleared away, leaving only a broad meeting table standing in the centre of the hall. Pale morning light poured through the high windows, stretching across the wooden floor in long golden beams. The silence somehow felt heavier than all the noise from the feast. My eyes slowly lifted until they settled on the broad meeting table. Several people were already seated around it. I recognized ma
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
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