Ghost Marriage Novels & Stories

Oliver whispered softly. ​Behind his warm smile, however, Oliver’s mind was already executing a cold, ruthless calculation. As soon as Vivian retired to her room for the night, Harrison and Eleanor were going to learn what happens when someone touches the Ghost Billionaire's wife.

He retired about five years ago, letting his sons manage his company. “What does he want with Benny?” “That’s why Rain paid Amanda a visit.” Ghost shrugged; his tone was calm. “We have to do this the old way. This guy was squeaky clean. He paid his taxes to the last dime, not even a parking ticket.” “Squeaky clean,” I huffed, sliding my phone back into my jeans pocket. “Too fucking clean.” I pursed my lips. “What about the wife? How did she die?” Ghost checked his phone. “Boat accident fifteen years ago.”

asked Krish. “ Sir, as you said, she is not the daughter of Kuki's headman. She was a daughter of a normal man and the most important thing is that she died two years ago.. ” said Naksh while both Krish and Kartik were stunned. They glanced at each other, meanwhile, Kartik said with frowned eyes, “ H.. Have you ever checked your w... I mean your maid's shadow before? ” he stuttered as he gulped. “ I have heard that ghost or spirit doesn't have shadows, ” he added while Krish glared at him

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

"You said you were married. Does that mean you never loved your wife?" He ordered his men to leave before answering my question. "What if I told you that, the first time I saw her was on the day of our wedding and afterwards her lifeless body was found after our honeymoon. The strange thing is, we found her body in a different room with a note stating she took her life because her wedding night was stolen. Nobody understood those words till now. From what you are saying that your mother's ghost lives, she must know many things that we don't know."

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

I called over my shoulder as I slammed the door of his office. No matter what he said, I was determined I wasn't going to give in to him. I decided Maxwell wasn't the man for me and left him at the altar. I've decided Dante di Benedetto isn't the man for me too, and I'm sure as hell going to dish him the same. In the elevator, my phone pinged. It was a text from an unknown number, but the text itself made it clear who it was from. [Some business associates and friends would be coming over to my house around 4 to celebrate the marriage. Use the money for some nice dress. Take the rest of the day off. I expect you ready and waiting by then. I will pick you]

“I don’t know. The media destroyed her before the truth could.” Before you could, you mean?. “Do you think she’s alive?” I asked. He narrowed his eyes. “She disappeared without a trace. Her accounts were frozen. Her father went into exile. I’m not a believer in resurrection.” I hummed. “Then you don’t know much about ghosts. They like to come back when you least expect them.” He was silent for a moment, and then changed the subject entirely. “Dinner with the board tomorrow. Wear something that says you’re ruthless.”

" It's a three days party where every members will come together to celebrate the death of the deceases " " Celebrate? Isn't that too cruel? " Giovanna who was still learning asked. " No, we believe Their Ghosts is around having the celebration with us " Camilla chipped in. Slowly Iris shiver. " A ghosts in the Mafia organization, that's new " She mutters softly. Camilla saw her plight so she quickly covers up the conversation with that of the weeding preparation. Soon the tensed atmosphere was lighten up and everyone was glad. ***