All Chapters of The Ghost Of Wall Street : Twisted Vows : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

29 Chapters

Chapter one : “ Strip.”

They say there are a thousand horrible ways to die in Manhattan. On this rainy Friday night, falling sixty stories from a skyscraper balcony into the raging storm below almost felt merciful compared to facing the man waiting inside. “Vivian, hurry the f*ck up. The system reboots in three minutes!” Markus’s voice crackled through my AirPods. My fingers flew across the sleek keyboard in the dark office. The monitor’s blue glow lit the keys as the progress bar crept forward. Downloading Project Genesis… 30%… 78%… 85%. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, New York had vanished behind sheets of rain as water streamed down the office glass, blurring the skyline beneath the steady rumble of thunder. I paused long enough to draw a breath and scanned the room. My eyes had been locked on the computer screen since I slipped inside. That’s when I saw it. A tailored suit jacket hung over the back of a leather chair a few feet away. Beside it, a crystal glass of scotch sat on a stool next to

Chapter 2: “Game Over”

The command landed like a lead weight on my chest. My hands remained raised as the sharp edge of the flash drive pressed deeper into my skin with every shallow breath. “I won’t repeat myself, Vivian. You have sixty seconds to take it out yourself. If I have to bring my security team in here, they’ll do it for you.” “And trust me, they won’t be gentle.” A cold knot twisted in my chest. “Sir, please,” I whispered, my voice weaker than I intended. “You’re making a mistake. I’ve done nothing wrong.” He glanced at his watch, then locked his eyes back onto me. “Forty-five seconds.” Markus shifted near the door, looking as though he wanted to intervene. “Mr. Cross, sir—” “Another word from you, and I’ll throw you out the window myself.” Markus went dead silent. The storm continued to hammer against the glass windows as the office went quiet around us. “You have Thirty seconds left Vivian.” Julian stepped closer. The intoxicating scent of agarwood and amber wrapped around

Chapter 3: “ A parasite in An expensive Suit”

Clara's POV. Julian carried me inside from the wet balcony like I weighed nothing at all. His powerful arm wrapped around my waist, pinning me tightly against his broad shoulder. Back inside the ruined office, as he carried me in, water dripped down from the both of us onto the expensive rug on the floor, forming a dark pool of water that mirrored the chaos I had caused tonight. Without a word, Julian threw me onto the leather sofa near the wall. In the center of the room, Markus lay face-down on the floor with three armed guards pinning him in place. His body shook with quiet sobs. “Please, Mr. Cross… I have a daughter. She’s only six.” Markus pleaded. “Shut up, traitor,” Julian said coldly without even looking at him. “I’ll deal with you later.” The guard who had risked everything for me immediately went silent. He pressed his face harder against the cold floor, defeated. Julian turned his full attention back to me. I pushed myself up from the leather sofa where he

Chapter 4: “I Will Make Your Life Hell”

Clara's POV. My heart violently raced as I stood there staring at the contract. The document blurred before my eyes as hot angry tears welled up. In that brief moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about my father, who was still lying helplessly in the state hospital bed. He was the only family I had left after my mother died from cancer. The thought of him dying with his legacy fully destroyed because of me was even more unbearable than marrying this cold, ruthless man for a year…. “I hate you, Julian Cross,” I spat bitterly. “With every fiber of my being.” I picked up the pen with trembling fingers. “I will make your life a living hell, Julian,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Every single day. I promise.” I signed. The pen scratched loudly against the paper, sealing my fate. “Good girl.” Julian’s smile was slow, dark, and full of victory as he took the signed contract from my hand. “Welcome to your new life, fake wife. Tomorrow, your nightmare truly begins.” Then his gaze s

Chapter 5: “Under Me”

Clara's POV. When the car finally pulled up beneath the grand, brightly lit canopy at the tower’s main entrance, my eyes caught the glowing logo on the side of the building. Cross Tower. I stared at it for a moment. Of course he owned the whole damn building. Because apparently owning more money than some countries wasn't enough. As the vehicle came to a complete stop, Julian got out of the car without waiting for me. I stepped out behind him into the covered driveway and immediately kicked off my heels with a sigh of relief. The wet straps had been digging into my skin the entire drive here, and I could not stand them for another second. Carrying my shoes in one hand, my bare feet met the cool, pristine floor of the lobby. Three women in identical black uniform dresses stood in a perfect line beside the private penthouse elevator. The moment the glass doors slid open for us, they all bowed their heads toward the floor. “Welcome back, Master Cross.” My legs froze on the Marble

Chapter 6 : “Wear It”

Clara's POV. Morning light cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian Cross’s penthouse like a cold warning. For a few peaceful seconds, I forgot where I was, until the familiar scent around me pulled me right back to reality. Warm amber. Agarwood. Him. My eyes flew open. I was tangled in black silk sheets that smelled like Julian. My body still carried the ache from the night before. Every muscle remembered how easily he had pinned me down. “You are going to be under me a lot from now on.” The words echoed through my head all over again. I turned toward the other side of the bed. Empty. Relief washed over me, my shoulders sinking as my fingers instinctively brushed my waist to check my body. Nothing had happened. I sighed softly. So why did it still feel like something had? Soft movements by the window broke my train of thought. Julian stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs, steam curling from the black coffee in his hand like he’d already been awake for

Chapter 7: "Sweet dreams fake Wife”

Clara's POV. Who spends almost twenty thousand dollars on one dress?I stared down at the price tag, convinced I had read it wrong.I hadn’t.I felt my face heating up. I came from money, but I had never understood spending this kind of money on clothes. To me, they were just overpriced versions of things you could buy somewhere else for a fraction of the price.Meanwhile, Julian just sat there sipping his scotch, barking orders like none of it meant anything. “It looks good on you. We’re taking it.”He said it so calmly, like the decision had already been made. I opened my mouth to argue, but the way he looked at me made the words die in my throat.When we moved to lingerie, it got even worse. I stepped out of the fitting room wearing a white lace set, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The lace hugged every curve of my body, pushing up my breasts and showing off my cleavage, while the thin fabric clung tight to my ass. I had never felt so exposed in my life.Julian looked up fro

Chapter 8: “You’re Now Mrs. Cross”

Clara's POV. The line went dead, leaving only the cold, automated hum of the dial tone echoing in my ear.Slow poisoning. Over months.A stroke that didn’t happen naturally.The phone slipped in my trembling fingers as the doctor’s grave words replayed in my mind. My gaze snapped toward the closet doors where Julian had disappeared moments earlier.He had known who I was from the very first day my fake application as Vivian Vance landed on his desk. He had let me stay, watching me the entire time, waiting for the right moment to make his move.What if his game had gone far beyond destroying our family’s fortune on Wall Street?What if he was the one who poisoned my father all along?Panic exploded in my chest. I didn’t care that I was wearing nothing but the delicate white lace set he had chosen for me earlier.I dropped the phone onto the bed and bolted across the suite, throwing open the heavy double doors in a desperate attempt to escape.I didn’t even make it past the threshold.A

Chapter 9: “Look Elsewhere for Your Ghos”

Clara's POV. The heavy glass VIP entrance doors of the state hospital slid open with a soft hiss. We stepped out of the angry storm and into the cold hospital. The sharp smell of bleach and antiseptic hit me the moment we walked inside.The night-shift staff went quiet the moment Julian walked in. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. Even the receptionist sat up so fast her chair squeaked.“Good evening, Mr. Cross,” she breathed. “Dr. Aris has been informed. He’s waiting for you on the private floor.”Julian didn’t acknowledge her. He kept walking, his hand firm against the small of my back, guiding me through the lobby. Even through the cashmere coat, I could still feel his touch. It was a constant reminder that I wasn’t the one in control.I pulled the coat tighter around myself. The white lace underneath did nothing to keep out the cold, and my feet already ached inside the cheap emergency slides he had made me wear before we left the penthouse.When we got into the elevator, our r

Chapter 10: “I feel like a slut.”

Clara's POV.Later that night, the Ferrari pulled into the penthouse garage. The engine went quiet, and Julian’s hand had rested on my thigh the entire drive back home, pressing through the cashmere coat. But this time, I allowed it to stay there.Seeing my father lying helpless in that hospital bed had changed something inside of me. I wasn’t angry anymore. Instead, the panic had faded, leaving behind a sharp, icy calm. A dark, quiet smile spread across my face.Beside me, Julian studied my face in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.“You have been unusually quiet,” he observed, his deep voice breaking the silence inside the car.“I am tired,” I said, keeping my voice flat.He gave me a small nod before pulling his hand away and stepping out into the chilly garage.I watched him as he walked around to my side of the car, opened the passenger door, and held out his left hand. He looked down at me with that same unreadable expression.“Let us go inside, fake wife.”The ride up in the

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