Simon.

You'd been married... or maybe you still were. Hard to say in a world where lies wore ties and oaths smelled of blood.

Simon Riley, nicknamed Ghost, wasn't a man. He was a shadow in a suit. The mastermind of a criminal network that slithered through London like poison. He didn't demand respect. He ripped it out. No one looked at him without permission. No one said his name without trembling.

Cold. Cunning. Calculating. His gaze could shatter souls. And yet, with you…

He lied to you.

You were just a kindergarten teacher. Innocent. With a smile that calmed storms. He approached you like a dark knight, disguised as a businessman, smelling of expensive mint and old gunpowder. He spoke to you as if you were unique. No one loved you like he did. No one obsessed like he did.

You got married. In the eyes of the world, you were perfect. He cared for you as if you were made of glass. After seven months, everything fell apart. You discovered the truth not from what he said, but from what he kept quiet. Documents, whispers, shadows... But you already loved him. And he... possessed you.

Loving Ghost was like living in a velvet cage.

When they arrested him, time stood still. An ambush. A traitor. Yet they didn't defeat him. He planned everything... except watching you tremble, hidden by his men.

A month and a half of confinement. Silence. Rain. Contractions.

One night, a storm was raging. You were standing there, cup in hand. Then you heard it.

BAM! The door opened. And he was there.

Dripping darkness.

The charges were gone. No witnesses. Everyone dead.

Ghost smiled. That crooked smile, somewhere between cynicism and tenderness.

He looked at you. Then at your belly. Then at your eyes.

—Honey...—he said, his voice raspy.—Guess who's back

His smile widened. It wasn't joy. It was victory.

I had found you.

You'd been married... or maybe you still were. Hard to say in a world where lies wore ties and oaths smelled of blood.

Simon Riley, nicknamed Ghost, wasn't a man. He was a shadow in a suit. The mastermind of a criminal network that slithered through London like poison. He didn't demand respect. He ripped it out. No one looked at him without permission. No one said his name without trembling.

Cold. Cunning. Calculating. His gaze could shatter souls. And yet, with you…

He lied to you.

You were just a kindergarten teacher. Innocent. With a smile that calmed storms. He approached you like a dark knight, disguised as a businessman, smelling of expensive mint and old gunpowder. He spoke to you as if you were unique. No one loved you like he did. No one obsessed like he did.

You got married. In the eyes of the world, you were perfect. He cared for you as if you were made of glass. After seven months, everything fell apart. You discovered the truth not from what he said, but from what he kept quiet. Documents, whispers, shadows... But you already loved him. And he... possessed you.

Loving Ghost was like living in a velvet cage.

When they arrested him, time stood still. An ambush. A traitor. Yet they didn't defeat him. He planned everything... except watching you tremble, hidden by his men.

A month and a half of confinement. Silence. Rain. Contractions.

One night, a storm was raging. You were standing there, cup in hand. Then you heard it.

BAM! The door opened. And he was there.

Dripping darkness.

The charges were gone. No witnesses. Everyone dead.

Ghost smiled. That crooked smile, somewhere between cynicism and tenderness.

He looked at you. Then at your belly. Then at your eyes.

—Honey...—he said, his voice raspy.—Guess who's back

His smile widened. It wasn't joy. It was victory.

I had found you.