Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

Something reliable. I got up, washed, and dressed. A light loose wear that would enable me to get around freely, I did not want any aggro today. I came down, going through by the living room, when I saw that the television was on. The TV was on, with blinding headlines about me. I felt my gut drop. I went in a little more and read: "It's been confirmed that Darla had an affair with Jace, according to a co-cast member during the Sinclair Project dinner."

Then I turned my phone off and slipped it into the drawer. When I looked up, Darren was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded. “Just clearing out old ghosts.” He didn’t ask for details. He just crossed the room, pulled me into his arms, and held me. I let him. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was bracing for impact. I felt… grounded. Held. Real. The flight to New Mexico was smooth. Darren had a private jet — of course — and Alex came with us. I watched from my seat as Darren pored over reports, maps, engineering diagrams. He wasn’t just rich. He was involved. Sharp. He knew his business.

Opened a drawer. Removed a file. Then another. Finally, he found what he was looking for. When he placed the photograph on the desk, Seraphina's blood ran cold. Jonathan Pierce. Former Chief Financial Officer of Blackwood Holdings. Reported missing six years ago. Never found. No body. No suspects. No answers. Another investigator. Another person connected to the mystery. Another ghost. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore. "What about Marcus Holloway?" Damian shook his head. "I've never heard the name."

The man opposite her was getting on in years, but he was also clearly very cultured. The two of them were conversing happily, and there was no awkwardness in their interactions. She gripped the photos tightly and scoffed as she looked at Jake. "You had me followed? You've been scheming against me? How long have you been tailing me?" "I have a friend who's a reporter in Pamore. He was going to publish these, but I stopped him," Jake said slowly. "Aunt Hestia, Mr. Jarvis is a renowned figure in Pamore, but he's married. If these are revealed…"

She waved her hand for someone, and it was some suited up guy. "You plan her wedding and leave the rest to me, if you want. We have got a great plan, that would help you, and at the same time will satisfy all your wants." She said to me, before looking at the suited up guy, who sat on our table. He was good looking, and I surely would have banged him for a night, but who the hell was he? "Val, this is Arnold Jameson, the editor of the famous newspaper, Daily News. He is going to help us, in telling the truth about Drew and Aiden to the world. However, only if it is what you want." I looked at her wide-eyed.

Victor yells again, “What happened to you? Were you on Wipeout? Did you bang your head? I thought you went on a date!” “First of all, I think Wipeout is the last game show I want to be on, I don’t have nine lives; and secondly, congratulate me, Vic——tonight was officially a date night between Henry Nosrevi and Jamie Lee Peyton.” As Victor hears me, his expression brightens in an instant, “Is there any good news you wanted to tell me? Oh! Please tell me everything!” Hence I mention, “End out, Justin never lied to me, the rumors are real. Jamie is gay, he likes men.”

But recognized in the way you recognize a name attached to a face you’d seen in passing at some event years ago, someone who had been introduced to you once at a dinner and then vanished from your memory entirely because nothing about the interaction had seemed important at the time. Daniel Whitlock. The annotation beside his name read: Former financial consultant to the Grey estate. Terminated five years ago following internal audit discrepancies. Whereabouts currently unconfirmed. Five years ago. The exact timeframe everything in my life had started falling apart. I felt something cold settle low in my stomach. “Jack,” I said slowly, not looking up from the page. “Tell me everything you ha

I straightened my jacket and walked out without another word, my face burning with humiliation. ~~~ (Aaron's POV) My assistant knocked on the door of my private office on the top floor. “Sir, Donald Hawthorne is in the lobby again. He’s claiming a personal relationship with the chairman.” I didn’t even look up from the report on my desk. “Tell him the chairman is unavailable. Indefinitely.” She nodded and left. I leaned back in my chair.

Dawson groaned stopping his mum who was about going with the girls, she smiled and walked off, Dawson took my hands about to walk off but crowd already rushed us. Jezz! I hate crowd to the call! Dawson tried sneaking through them but they were bent on getting answers to the questions they keep throwing at us. At some point I became nervous! Dawson's OV! I know this was all mum's plan, that woman is such a drama queen! It's my first time of going public places after Kim's passing! mr KIMS what do you have to say about the news going on about you being a gay? it was said that you keep rejecting spouses from lady Krystal paving way for you to continue your life as a gay how true is that?

And then, days later, announced dead. I click to the next photo, and there he is again—his arm draped casually over a display mannequin adorned with Glimmr’s signature statement pieces. Another photo shows him standing in a sleek design studio, surrounded by sketches and mood boards. It all comes together like a punch to the gut. Dwight is Glimmr’s CEO. The anonymous mastermind everyone in fashion has been dying to unmask. I stare at the screen, unable to process the whirlwind of emotions tearing through me—shock, disbelief, anger, and, most annoyingly, a flicker of something I refuse to name.