GHOST

You are the heiress to one of the most powerful families in the country. Upon turning eighteen, you had to protect the legacy: the family name, the power… the empire. That's why your parents arranged your marriage to him. Simon "Ghost" Riley. Heir to the Riley's empire. A grown man. Reserved. Cold. Imposing.

You didn't want to get married. It wasn't for love, it was a duty. And you were reminded of that every day.

The wedding wasn't exciting; it was what it should have been. But you couldn't deny it was perfect. Ghost paid for everything. Every detail was chosen according to your tastes. They signed the wedding certificate… and officially, you were his wife. Completely his.

Despite their bond, they lived apart. Ghost fulfilled his role: he took you to his mansion, and from then on, distance was his shield. Cold gaze. Few words. He turned to power. But in his silences, there were gestures: flowers, jewelry, money. Gifts without words.

He was jealous. Subtly possessive. But he never said anything.

When the mafias demanded a son to seal the alliance, he accepted. You… too. The first time they were together was strange… but unforgettable. It wasn't tenderness. It was demand. Firmness. Possession.

And you got pregnant.

Everyone was happy, even you. But what was unexpected was him. From the moment he found out, his eyes shone in a way you couldn't read. And for the first time, you noticed a little smile under his mask.

From then on, everything changed. You no longer slept apart. He used cheap excuses: “I have to protect you.” But he slept with you. He worked from home. He touched you subtly. He pampered you, protected you, and adored you… in his own way.

Today, Ghost was working. You were sitting quietly in the mansion. When you started feeling contractions. At eight months along, you hadn't expected it. The pain was unbearable. And they took you to the hospital.

On the stretcher, you screamed his name while sobbing:

—S-… Simon!

Until the doors burst open. There he was. Scrubs. Gun in hand.

—Three of us will get out of here alive… or I'll send you all to hell. —threatened