Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

“Dahlia!! Oh my God! I always knew you were secretly married to someone important!” “Hey cousin, congrats on the big reveal! We should all get together at the country club sometime?” Dahlia, it’s Mrs. Gable, I used to babysit you when you were seven! So proud of you and your husband! Dozens of them. Messages from old college acquaintances, distant relatives I hadn’t seen in a decade, and people who had barely looked my way when I was just establishing Morningdew. Suddenly, everyone wanted a piece of the girl who had been dragged into the golden light of the Hawthorne empire.

I had ignored it because he scored goals, but Damien had noticed every single glance. Jax skated away from the drill. He stopped right at the boards in front of us, kicking up a huge spray of shaved ice that hit the low wooden barrier. He leaned his arms on top of his hockey stick, looking at me with a slow, deliberate smirk. "Well. Look who decided to show up," Jax drawled. His eyes scanned my fitted suit before slowly shifting to Damien’s covered shoulder. "We heard the big boss took a major hit at the press room. Looks like the rumors weren't lying."

The digital billboard above us continued its loop, the silhouette of the Norton flickering like a bad omen against the backdrop of a synthetic sunset. "Keep your head down, Ghost," Dax whispered, his hand resting on his knee, centimeters away from mine. He was dressed in a local mechanic’s jumpsuit, his tattoos hidden, his presence minimized. "If they run your biometrics at the gate, the game is over before the first take."

In conference calls where my life was discussed like a line item. I rewind the audio in my mind. Isolate the cadence. The specific phrasing. Then it hits me. David Walsh. Former Hunt Capital board member. Arrested in Arc 11. Federal custody. Or so I thought. I type the name. DAVID WALSH. The screen goes silent. No response. The cursor blinks in the void. YOU DIDN'T GO TO FEDERAL CUSTODY. YOU WENT UNDERGROUND. Still nothing. YOU'RE THE GUARDIAN.

So until I could prepare myself for that, I decided to go through the emotional bonding first. By this time, I didn't hear anything about Windsor. Whenever I asked Mom or anyone else, they had no response to it. As if the entire world had decided to keep me blind about Justin and his family. But I had too little time to think about it. Doing a long distance relationship with Jasper and handling the company had been more than enough to keep my mind occupied. "Boss. Did you cancel the last meeting with Mr Bay?" Mr Darren walked into the office room, looking slightly confused and concerned.

“Postpone it to next week. Also, clear my schedule for the next few days.” After all, I needed some time to settle a personal matter. No sooner had I finished speaking than the video call notification began ringing. I glanced at it. It was an invitation from Javor Furey. Out of a sort of cold curiosity, I answered the call. On the screen, Javor looked innocent and aggrieved. Amaya and several colleagues from their department stood behind him. The background resembled a private dining room. “Mr. Gogh, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know yesterday was your anniversary…

They were busy either typing away on their phones, chatting amongst themselves, or just sitting on their own, unbothered by every one else. My phone pinged dully and vibrated with a new notification. I looked to see it was a new email; I clicked on the notification and the G***l app loaded and opened to reveal the email was from JDD Constructs, Dad's company. I quickly skimmed through the message. Dear Mr and Mrs Danielle Valentino, You are cordially invited to the annual Summer Gala and 28th anniversary of JDD Constructs, hosted by our genial Founder and CEO, Mr Jack Dawson, on the 7th of August, 2021.

He hated event planners and there was no way he was going to avail himself to them. Besides he knew that there could be paparazzi around and he didn’t want the news to be spread by those guys, it might reach Celine’s ears and he won’t know how to start to explain himself to her. So he decided to stay in the office and just relax. Old Madam Walker and her husband were just sitting down in the sitting room chatting about the occurrence of the day. Everything has been done perfectly and they were satisfied with the outcome. However what surprised them is that Jared didn’t show up to see how everything turned out well.

Her colleagues thought and stepped aside while the news hunters got a good story. Instantly, they published her past, present, and future in a few sentences. (The powerful Miss Dickson. Former Mrs. Dickson-Williams and a widow. Secretary to the President of The Auxiliary Armory PLC, was snubbed by the New President for coming to work late.)

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."