La Esposa Del Fantasma 소설 & 이야기

"I thought you forgot me. You got yourself a new daughter, now watch how you lose her!" "Stop it, Ema! I don't want to lose her too." "I died a day to my wedding mother, she's already married. Tick... Tock!" "You're wrong!" Mrs Contreras yelled at the ghost and closed her eyes to stop the figure from haunting her. "Who are you talking to?" The neighbor inquired. He was still here. "Give me your phone." Mrs. Contreras pleaded, ignoring the man's concern. "Try not to damage it again." The man cautioned before handing it over.

Yvonne immediately began scolding, "Juliette Sinclair, you shameless woman! How long do you plan to keep deceiving my cousin?" I frowned but refused to back down. "Watch your words. Who's being shameless here? Sebastian and I are legally married. What do you mean by 'deceiving'? You came here to insult me all of a sudden. Who's really being shameless?" Yvonne froze for a moment, then tugged at the elderly woman beside her. "Did you hear that, Aunt Gianna? Not only is she shameless, but now she's insulting me. That's the same as insulting the Lockwood family!"

The man who smelled like the forest. She looked at the balcony doors. They were slightly ajar, the curtain fluttering in the wind. She looked at the man pouring whiskey. And for the first time, Bella realized the terrifying truth. The man she had married was a monster. But the man who had just claimed her body... he was a ghost. And she had no idea which one she was more afraid of.

Back at the estate, the first thing he did was dial her number. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service..." He tried again. Same message. Rage burned in his chest. That woman. She actually dared to disappear. Who the hell did she think she was? Did she think she could just leave without his permission? "Tony!" he roared, summoning his man. "Boss." "Find Isabella. Check every bank account, every credit card, every passport record. Everything!" "But Boss, the police report..." "I said it's fake!" Dante slammed his fist on the table. "My wife is not dead. She's just playing a game of hide-and-seek with me."

"You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?" There was a short pause on the other end of the line. "So what if it was me. Do you think you're still the Captain Lawson that everyone respects? You're now just a criminal who will soon be going to prison! I'll be honest with you, Felix. I've had enough of the indifferent look you have on your face all the time! I don't want to be married to a criminal for the rest of my life! Your life is over!" She hung up.

What made him so famous was that his paintings looked just like real photographs. As I walked on, near the end of the corridor, I saw a familiar face. Leonardo Elliot! Even Spencer’s got a picture of the Vampire Duke hanging in their house. That was definately a sign of his unshakable authority. Before Jenna died, she cursed and threatened me that her incredibly powerful Vampire fiancé would stop at nothing to hunt me down, and now it seemed that her curse would come true soon. Leonardo Elliot, the most proud and self-esteemed ancient Vampire, would never choose to believe me on Jenna’s death.

I worked myself to the bone every month so she could do what she loved, yet she went and staged an electrocution to kill me. The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. I stared at Felicia with hatred as she took my bank card before making a call. "Please… Help me… My husband accidentally got electrocuted. I need to arrange a funeral," she said, pretending to cry.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

Something I never thought I’d see. Catalina never cries. She never asks. Never demands. She’s just... there. Always fucking there. Obedient. Warm. Silent. She lets me forget anniversaries. She takes the distance. She lets me be a monster and smiles when I bring home blood on my knuckles. But tonight, I slipped. I let the mask fall. I let the ghost of a woman I’ve never touched, never even seen fully, crawl into my bed. And I used my wife to exorcise her.

“Have you ever actually wondered who your wife really was? Or did you only ever see the version you wanted to control?” Ian didn’t answer. He just watched her. She gave a small, ghostly smile. “Maybe you’re about to find out what happens when a ghost gets tired of staying dead.” Her figure disappeared into the dark corridor. Ian stood alone in the huge room. After a few seconds, his voice came out low and dangerous, carrying through the empty space. “We’ll see how long this little act lasts,” he said. “Tomorrow night at the Fundraising Charity Gala, wifey. I can’t wait to see which version of you shows up.”