Los Fantasma De Mi Ex Novels & Stories

I don’t want any conversation with someone because the voice talking in my head is enough to keep me entertained. My old phone in the counter suddenly starts ringing but even the resiliency to answer it is gone. The only person who will call me at this hour is him. The monster and devious him. He must want something to humiliate and unfortunately, I am his favorite victim. If I wasn’t being blackmail, I will run hills from him. He is the past that I don’t want to remember. The past that haunts me every time that I look at him. “ I think you might want to pick that up.”

“Do you have any idea how insane this whole thing sounds right now?” I stayed silent. Because honestly? It sounded insane to me too. Mia folded her arms tightly across her chest. “You slept with your ex-fiancé’s uncle,” she said flatly. “Who also happens to be your terrifying billionaire boss. Then somehow you started having… whatever this thing is between you two while Ethan publicly loses his mind.” When she put it like that, it really did sound catastrophic. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” “I know.” My eyes lifted toward her in surprise. Mia sighed heavily before leaning beside me against the wall.

It was him. My stomach fell and I felt like I was looking at a ghost. Darrell, my ex-husband. What the hell was he doing here?

And the thought of her not taking my calls shattered my heart into shreds. “When I ask you a question you give me a direct answer… How many more persons were involved in this fraud against Ms. Langford?” I queried. His groans filled the dark room. Only a thread of light brightened the room through the tiny square opening in the ceiling. “I see it, Alex… You have met Samantha. And you're such a weakling to have fallen for her! She's mine, Alex!” He screamed. “Her soul, her brain, her soft body! Everything thinks of me… You can't take that away. Loser!”

“Wake up avia, it's time to wake from that dream and face the reality. Your beauty is like trash to Kade so it didn't secure you to his bed, it was me that drugged you.” “You what?” My tears dried instantly blinking nonstop and I trembled, leaning back to the chair, shaking my head in disbelief. “No! This isn't happening.” “Yes, Avia, and I'll do it again now, you'll listen to me. I secured that perfect chance and luxury so, you'll fix what you destroyed.” I rose, panting, walking up and front, trying to recollect that night, the night that ruined my only hope, the same night that reversed fantasy to reality, the deja vu of touch and passion flying in.

“Diana brought back a ghost from my past. Rachel, my ex fiance, came to see me today.” I say as calmly as I can, and the voice goes silent.

He'd seen me break a guard's jaw two days ago just for breathing too loudly in this hallway. The underworld had a new name for me. They didn't call me the Calavera in whispers anymore; they called me the Fantasma. The Ghost. I was a legend of erratic, cold-blooded cruelty. I had executed three of our most loyal distributors in Marseille because their "logistics" hadn't yielded a single lead on a woman with scarred wrists. I was burning my own kingdom to find a peasant girl. "The house in Mijas," I said, my voice a hollow rattle. "Bring the car."

What were you thinking? What was I thinking doing any of these in the first place? Going to Oxygen, wanting a membership, wanting a man, a man to have sex with, a man to fuc…God! “What was I thinking?!” I groaned again. Loud. The one billionth time this evening I’m sure, but could you blame me? Anyone would be cringed as I was right now, wouldn’t you? Not only did I embarrass myself in front of those two people, I did so too in front of my boss, my boss that is also my ex! THE worst ex ever in the history of exes! Fucking bastard Roman!

When the Maybach knocked me down, my first instinct was to get up fast, pick up the bike, and ride away. I never expected to run into my ex like this after five years. Shawn Lubbard got out of the car and called after me. "After all this time, you're still out here tricking men into supporting you?" He looked me up and down. As he put his hand on mine, it felt like he was belittling and mocking me at the same time.