Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

Once the floodgates opened, there was no turning back. "Damon disappeared after CrossCorp went public," Jaxon said, his eyes blazing with rage and bewilderment. But now I understand he was never truly gone. Hiding in the shadows, tugging threads, waiting for the proper time. Standing stationary in the centre of the room, his back to her, he halted. That time is now. Mimi rested her hands on her knees and leaned forward. But why at this time? What does he desire?

She wouldn’t stop talking about how I should have listened to her and it’s the most annoying thing. I haven’t spoken to mom or dad either. We haven’t had direct contact and it’s been a week. Also, I’m not the only one avoiding Hilda. Hilda’s avoiding me too. She doesn’t want to see me or talk to me and I’m fine with that. I don’t care. Dash is busy with the new post of CEO of the Turner Industries. He’s not so happy about the responsibilities because he’s more into game development and bodybuilding. It’s hard to believe that there I once used to be taller than Dash but Dash is taller than even dad now.

When he saw that Harvey was unscathed, he heaved a deep sigh of relief. He did not spare a glance on the security guards who were spread all over the floor. “CEO York, it’s an honor to have finally met you. Who knew that we would meet today? I’m truly sorry for not paying a courtesy call sooner.”The president of the Commercial Bank of Niumhi, Dawson Robbins, bowed slightly. Regret coloured his face. “I apologize on behalf of the Commercial Bank of Niumhi.”

She was very affected by the situation. I was crestfallen and very depressed. Jared took me back to the cafeteria for a drink to calm me down, but it was not possible. Even he couldn't calm down. He was scared too, he knew his parents would feel bad if they found out about it. Some rumors said that despite being a handsome and desirable boy, maybe he had his imperfections that no one knew about, but he always kept it hidden. No one was supposed to know about it.

Wade Roberto immediately hitched. "I'm sorry I was dreaming that we were getting married... isn't it weird." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with authority as he walked out of the office. "So what's haps?... Why aren't you at the office?" His voice barely above whispers. Daisy Hunter stared askance at the phone before placing it back on her ear. "I took a day off, don't you remember?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "I was only pulling your legs."

Which was shocking to everybody who was watching the live broadcast of the press conference. Of course, everyone was shocked because this was the first time after a year of Alpha Darren's wedding announcement that his wife's identity was made public. The news was so big, several phone calls immediately came in and interrupted each other along with the sound of increasingly frequent camera shots. “I want to emphasize that here I stand as her husband, not as Alpha Darren the leader of Pack Kyne. So as a husband who lost his wife, I am really asking for your help. No matter how small the help is I would greatly appreciate it.”

Dwyn tapped the call button for me. Beep. Beep. Beep. It rang for a long time with no answer. The livestream chat was probably already celebrating. Jezin immediately sneered, “They saw it’s a livestream and realized you’re borrowing money, so they won’t pick up, right?” As soon as he finished speaking, the call cut off. Dwyn coughed awkwardly, about to smooth things over when my phone suddenly vibrated hard. Caller ID: Hoyles. I hit answer.

He may not see his flowing sorrowful tears wet the carpet floor—or perhaps he didn’t notice—but his fist would always clenched when he saw his father like that, heard his father like that. Now, more than a decade had passed, a vivacious and jolly Damon was seen by the world again. And seeing Minerva’s face, the face of Deanna, made Damon brighter. But to Darwin…it made him more gloomy, more torn apart. Sadness fills the void of his soul like how waters fill an empty dam. And if his speculation is true, what Jocelyn said earlier was true, then…then Minerva may be a Mrs. Gray. With his as her stepson.

My chest tightened, but I walked out with my head held high. In the corridor, I paused by the window, staring at the skyline. I’d once dreamed of this working side by side with him, building something together. But the dream had twisted into something unrecognizable. We shared a life no one knew existed. No wedding photos. No family gatherings. Just a certificate locked in a drawer and promises whispered in the dark. When I returned to my office, a message popped up on my screen: From: Damian Navarro Subject: Tonight. Message: The usual place. 9 PM.

Damien’s pov: That signal should have been a ghost. I’d shut down that channel years ago, tore out the wiring, scrubbed the code, and buried the access points so deep that nothing should have been left but static. It was one of those moves you made when you realized that in this world, people’s loyalty had an expiration date. And yet, there it was. A tiny, rhythmic pulse on my dark screen, cutting through the silence of my office.