Did The CEO Get Caught Faking His Wife'S Death?

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document. Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine. The only rule? Don’t fall in love. I broke it. He didn’t. So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone. But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me. He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door. How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

My marriage to Bryan wasn’t perfect, but it was never bad enough for me to want him dead. Yet when he was brutally murdered in a hotel room, every finger pointed at me. His family accused me. The world believed them I spent months behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. My empire crumbled. My only child now sees me as a murderer. I was bullied, broken, and forgotten until Damon stepped back into my life. Damon, my ex-lover, is now fighting to clear my name. He has one goal: to set me free. But he has another theory, one more shocking than the accusation itself, My Husband could be faking his death to make me suffer and start a new life with his mistress . Freedom didn’t make life easier. Outside those prison walls, I’m paying for my husband’s mistakes while battling for custody of my son, his family took everything from me but what if i turned everything around in my favour? And the question haunting me remains: Or how long was my supposed dead husband going to keep hiding?

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

For five years of marriage, Felix Ward had spoiled Cordelia Harper like a princess, until a plane crash took him from her. Cordelia was so devastated that she wanted to follow him into death, but she was carrying their daughter. She spent five years as a widow, raising their daughter alone, and thought the rest of her life would pass that way, until the fifth year after his death, when the hidden cameras in their home captured the truth. It turned out Felix had never died. For the past five years, he was pretending to be his older brother, all because he wanted to take care of his widowed sister-in-law. He left her trapped in an impossible position, and even their five-year-old daughter took their side, complaining that Cordelia was like a nanny and hoping someone else would become her mother. Ten years of devotion shattered into nothing. Cordelia finally let go and dialed the number she thought she’d never call.“I’ll go through with the arranged marriage.” Then Cordelia returned to the research institute and stunned everyone with her brilliance. And just as the most untouchable man in Kingsford slipped a ring onto her finger, the husband who had supposedly been dead for five years suddenly came back to life and stuck to her like gum on a shoe. "Delia, I was wrong. Please forgive me, just this once." Her daughter also clung to her leg, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "Mommy, don’t go!" This time, Cordelia could not even be bothered to look at them. Behind her, the man slid an arm around her waist, his voice low, lazy, and unmistakably possessive. "Honey, it’s time to feed our baby."

Two years of flash marriage, she gives her everything into it, thinking one day she would be able to steal his heart. A marriage where nobody knew that she was Krish Goenka's wife who was known to be the most eligible bachelor and the richest man in the country, she tried everything, still, he looks her as a burden to him as the marriage itself was forced on him. He treated her like a showpiece in his home that doesn't worth his attention and precious time. A marriage that was nothing to him but everything to her as she kept giving a chance to this marriage until she finds out that he was seeing another woman. How could she still beer it? Finally, she took the final decision as she left his home leaving him a note of goodbye. But, who has expected that her disappearance would drive the cold-hearted CEO crazy? He gave the cold warning to all his men either to find his wife or leave the job. “ Sir, the woman you are looking for is actually dead for two years, ” “ What??? ” What was that? If his wife was dead, then who was the girl living with him for two years, a GHOST? Author's Note: The story is not paranormal, keep patience and join the thrilling ride of Krish's journey to find his wife, Abha.

Right after I won that $500M overseas order, my CEO husband's secretary kicked me out of the shareholder group. Before I could even react, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Julian. "Zoe accidentally removed you. Don't overthink it." I stared at those words but didn't reply. I knew why he sent this message—he was afraid I'd go after Zoe Carter. But this time, I said nothing and just resigned. I had overheard his talk with his assistant that day outside the office. "Transfer all of Bella's shares to Zoe's name. Have Bella take over the overseas merger next week. Make sure all the paperwork is finalized before she gets back." The assistant's voice wavered. "But if Isabella finds out, she might be upset and even leave you…" Julian let out a sigh. "So I have to keep her in the dark. She's an orphan, and I'm all she has. She feels unsafe, so she's always been jealous of Zoe. But Zoe needs those shares to establish herself in the company. Don't worry, I'll make it up to Bella. When she comes back, I'll give her the wedding she's been waiting for. I'll make us public." I pulled my hand back from the door. I turned and walked away without a sound. He was convinced I was an orphan who couldn't live without him, but that wasn't the truth. Actually, I was the cherished princess of New York's Gambino crime family. For him, I gave up my family's protection and married him as an ordinary girl, hiding my true identity. Now that he betrayed me, I saw no reason to cling to this marriage.