The Ghost Husband’s Deal의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

The Volpe family estate was situated on private land, as heavily guarded as a fortress.The armored car passed through multiple layers of security, driving for a full ten minutes before it reached the main house. The massive iron gates slid open, like the jaws of some great beast.The moment I stepped out of the car, I could feel something was wrong with this place.The lawns were impeccably manicured, yet they felt dead. The fountains were dry. Even on a hot summer day, a bone-chilling cold permeated the air.The family butler, Giovanni, stood on the steps, his face fixed in a practiced but hollow smile."Signorina Aurora, please come inside."Lorenzo floated beside me and gestured toward a Gothic-style chapel off to the side of the estate."See that woman on the chapel steps?"I followed his gaze.In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling.She had no feet. Below her dress, there

Lorenzo's "resurrection" turned the entire Volpe estate upside down.The family doctor was kicked out of the estate on Lorenzo's orders. "That incompetent fool almost sent me to my grave." His luggage was piled outside the gates the next day.Taking his place was a black market miracle worker, a man Lorenzo trusted implicitly, who had served Lorenzo's father.The old man held the EKG readings, his brow furrowed so deeply he could have cracked a walnut."This is bizarre," the old doctor muttered. "His neural responses are chaotic. It's as if two different consciousnesses are fighting for control of this body."Lorenzo's physical body lay on the bed, eyes closed in rest. A sliver of his soul, not yet fully integrated, floated in the air, playfully trying to pluck the old man's sparse hair."Don't read too much into it, doc," Lorenzo said with a roguish grin.I sat in the armchair by the bed, peeling an apple with a small silver knife."Doctor, he just clawed his way back from hell. He's

We arrived back at the estate after midnight.Nonna, wrapped in a black wool shawl, was waiting for me under the grand hall chandelier.Salvatore went to her and reported something in a low voice. I only caught a few phrases: "car was tampered with," "forged rival family files," "the old man was in on it."The old woman's face hardened. In the end, she said nothing, only closing her eyes, her knuckles white as she gripped a new string of onyx beads.Then she looked up at me."Child, go to Lorenzo," she said. "As of tonight, this family is in your debt."I nodded.I didn't ask where Marco was being held. In a family like this, the less you knew about certain places, the better.I only overheard Salvatore telling another enforcer as he went downstairs, "The wine cellar, second level. We have a room ready for Mr. Marco. His father is next door."Frank and Marco were being held separately, interrogated separately. That was Lorenzo's order. If their stories didn't match, you could squeeze m

That was no ordinary crow.It was one of the most venomous forms of Sicilian black magic. Malocchio. The Evil Eye.Using a crow's blood as a conduit, it could drain the life force from a living person. It might sound like medieval superstition, but in old mafia families like ours, no one dared to take it lightly.That night, Lorenzo's fever hit. His body was burning.Even with the best private doctors and a constant drip of antibiotics, nothing worked. An ice pack would be warm in half an hour.He was lost in nightmares, delirious with fever, muttering incoherently."Cold… so damn cold…""Aurora… come here…"I stayed by his bed, changing the ice-cold towels over and over.His spirit was forcibly torn from his body. His translucent form was curled up in the corner of the bed, trembling."Something's tearing at me," Lorenzo's spirit gasped. "I'm seeing things… from under the bed…"I looked under the bed. Then I scanned the opulent bedroom. It was empty. There were no evil spirits.But Lo

Three years later.A grand banquet was held to celebrate the Volpe family's takeover of the largest port on the East Coast.As the new Don, Lorenzo stood at the head of the table, giving a speech.He wore an expensive custom-tailored suit, exuding an aura of command and power. The sickly man from years ago was completely gone.I sat at the far end of the long table, swirling a glass of red wine."So? Isn't the new Don to die for?" my sister, Chloe, said from beside me, her face a mask of unconcealed jealousy.After Frank had crossed the wrong gang and ended up dead, Chloe had failed to climb any higher. Now she was just a card dealer in one of the family's casinos."He'll do," I said with a casual smile, pride swelling in my chest."Sister, who would have thought you'd win such a huge gamble," Chloe sighed wistfully. "Back then, the entire underworld thought Lorenzo was a dead man.""Just lucky, I guess." I took a sip of my strong drink.Lorenzo finished his speech and walked straight