All Chapters of ​Accidentally Married to the Ghost Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

The pale morning light trickled through the sheer curtains of the penthouse suite, casting a soft, golden glow across the bedroom. Vivian stirred awake, the subtle aroma of freshly ground coffee and toasted brioche drifting from the kitchen. She sat up, running a hand through her dark hair, feeling a rare sense of quiet warmth despite the ongoing corporate war with Victor Smith. When she stepped into the sunlit kitchen, Oliver was standing by the marble counter, setting a carefully arranged breakfast tray. He wore a simple linen shirt, his expression unusually gentle, yet underlined by a deep, quiet resolve. "Good morning," Oliver murmured, his voice soft as he looked up. He walked over, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. "You need your strength today." Vivian smiled, leaning into his touch for a fleeting moment. "Thank you, Oliver. You always know how to ground me." As she reached for her coffee cup, Oliver remained standing beside her, his hands resting on the edge of t

The sharp dial tone of the disconnected call echoed through the dimly lit hospital suite, leaving behind a silence so absolute it felt suffocating. Vivian sat motionless on the edge of the medical bed, her phone gripped tightly in her hand. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, but her face remained a mask of forced, rigid composure. *Look closer at home, Vivian... Check who Oliver really is...* The distorted words repeated in her head like a dark spell, tearing through her thoughts. She stood up slowly, her hands trembling as she smoothed down the dark wool coat her assistant had dropped off earlier. She began packing her few personal belongings, but her mind was a chaotic storm of fragmented memories. She stared into the mirror above the vanity, trying to force her chaotic thoughts into order. She tried desperately to remember the schoolyard—the classrooms, the corridors of the private academy from a decade ago. She remembered the faces of her peers, the social circles, t

The quiet hum of the air conditioner and the steady drizzle against the high floor-to-ceiling windows of the study provided a heavy, suffocating backdrop to the room. On the wall-mounted screen, the news anchor continued to recount the dramatic arrest of Victor Smith—a global power broker and corporate titan dismantled in a matter of mere hours.Vivian stood frozen in the middle of the room, her dark eyes fixed on the glowing monitor. Her heart was beating with a slow, heavy rhythm against her ribs, but her face remained a mask of flawless, executive composure. She took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing the cold panic back down into the dark corners of her mind. *Stay calm,* she instructed herself, her analytical mind fighting through the fog of confusion. *If he is lying about his past, if his entire life before five years ago is an invention, he cannot know that I am looking into it. I cannot afford to show my cards.*She turned slowly away from the television screen to face the d