Novel & Cerita Ghost Stand By Him

Ghost to her? “Do not cry anymore. I will go find Ms. Ghost for you, all right? My good little girl, be good and stop crying. It hurts me too much to see you like this… But why still can I not see your face? No. Do not go!” “Do not go!” Adrian shouted and jolted upright. Sweat poured down his forehead as he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably. It took a long while before his breathing finally steadied.

He didn't belong there with me or the rest of the discarded dead. I couldn't figure out how someone like him ended up in a place like that. I was in the middle of pulling off his jacket when his hand suddenly clamped around my wrist. Then he tried to go for my throat. But he picked the wrong person. I was the kind of girl who could take on wild dogs and win. Even with a few scratches on my face, I knocked him flat. "Well? You give up?" He said nothing, so I smacked him across the head.

"They've heard the name. They just never expected him to be standing in front of them." He circled me leisurely. "The Ghost doesn't borrow laptops. The Ghost doesn't leave digital footprints. The Ghost doesn't make mistakes." He stopped behind me. "So tell me… what happened?" I didn't answer. He walked back into my view. "Marriage?" His smile turned mocking. "Or is it husband duties?" He chuckled to himself. "The Ghost would've sacrificed the girl." He picked up his whiskey again. "But instead, he is standing in my warehouse, offering up his own neck to protect one woman."

Grace stood arm-in-arm with a slightly gray-haired man, smiling in a way that looked both sweet and forced. The second our eyes met, shock flashed across her face. Then it turned into pure malice. The man beside her noticed me and guided Grace over. We lightly clinked glasses. Before he could say anything, Grace spoke first. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time." The businessman looked surprised. "You know each other?" he asked in heavily accented English.

After Poppy Steele, the heiress of the Steele family, loses her sight, my brother, Trevor Nott, breaks off their engagement and moves abroad. Left with no other choice, my parents ask me—their adopted son—to replace Trevor as a form of compensation. I take meticulous care of her for five years until she regains her sight. Just as she is about to marry me, Trevor appears at the wedding holding a bouquet of flowers, gets down on one knee, and confesses his love to her. The usually aloof Poppy bursts into tears. She throws away her wedding ring and runs to him, asking why he has only shown up now. I instantly become the laughingstock. I don't make a fuss, though. I change out of my suit a