A Ghost In Monte Carlo Novels & Stories

] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos! [Proposal ends in heartbreak—what really happened?] I opened one. There she was—outside the Clerk's Office. White dress. Red roses. Face glowing with hope. The moment I used to dream about. My chest tightened, eyes burning. But no one stood beside her. Caption read: [This morning, CEO Sonia Quindt arrived at the County Clerk's Office in a wedding dress, waiting for her fiancé—who never showed. The scene went viral across Borevia City.]

Jagger POV “What do you need?” Ghost asks as we pull the bike to the side of the motel. I nod in the direction of the door, and he gives me a small nod as he grabs his gun from the back of his pants. “This is a robbery. Give me the money,” Ghost says as he enters the glass reception area, and I walk past in the direction of the rooms, kicking the door down. The girl screams as she jumps out of the bed, and I find Rover lying on his back with his hands tied to the bed, and I can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me. He is more stupid than I thought. How could he allow a woman to do this to him?

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

"Call me Ghost. Now follow me." Ghost moved swiftly, her footsteps barely making a sound as she led Kate up the stairs of the basement. Kate followed, her pulse pounding in her ears. Mario’s men didn’t even flinch. The gunshot from the basement didn’t surprise them—it was common for Mario to take victims down there, torture them, and end their lives with a single bullet. To them, it was just another night. Ghost moved swiftly, silent as a shadow. She crept up behind the nearest guard standing by the stairs.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

"I understand. Good luck, mysterious man." I pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool evening air. In the distance, a train whistle blew as it headed out into the vast, empty desert. My satellite phone rang. It was my handler. "Ghost, got a new job. Eastern Europe. An arms dealer. S-class difficulty." "The price?" "Twenty million. US." I started the engine, feeling the deep rumble. "I'll take it." I ended the call and hit the gas. The truck shot forward into the twilight like an arrow.

“The Ghost is still alive. He’s working with me. He’s the one who’s been behind every attack. He’s the one who killed the old contacts. He’s the one who wants the city destroyed too.” The words hit the room like a bomb. The Ghost. Still alive. Working with Marco. Cove’s face went white. “The Ghost? You’re telling me the Ghost is still alive? And working with you? After everything?” Lena stood up fast, her voice tight. “Marco, if that’s true, we’re all in danger. Tell us more.” Marco looked at me, his eyes sad. “I’m telling the truth this time. The Ghost is alive. He’s with me now. He wants you dead, Eli. He’s the one who sent the message about the fire.”

He just stared at me which in return, gave me disgust. "You already forgot me, huh?" He chuckled. "We met in Rocca last month and after 3 days of talking, you ghosted me." Oh! I ghosted him. "S-Sorry?" only I can say. I heaved a sigh. "I don't want to trifle away this chance to invite you in a coffee date before you will go home. Don't worry, I will drive you home." Huh? I already ghosted him already, right! It means that I don't want to be with him anymore. So, why he's still inviting me?

It took me a while before the road became familiar until we reached the end of the top hill where his glass mansion was located. “Better start explaining now, Mr. Montreal, or else I will call the police.” I immediately gush out the moment we climb out of the car and march behind Damon as he slightly limps his way inside. He stopped for a moment, turned around, and looked at me from head to toe with a smirk hinting on his lips. “You don’t have your phone, love.” I sneered, abhorring endearment. “Don’t call me that, you bastard.”