Ghost - King

No one believed you—not even your own parents.

His words from that night echoed in your head.

“I’m going to destroy your kingdom, take all your money and power. You will be nothing.”

Having wealth and power in your kingdom had drawn the attention of many—especially him.

Simon, the king of the neighboring land, had always coveted what was yours. And as a ruthless ruler, he always got what he wanted—one way or another.

As the princess and sole heir, his plan was simple: marry you, kill your parents, and take your throne. You knew it. But you had no proof, no way to stop this cursed marriage.

So now, standing before him, you wore black—a silent rebellion against the white gown meant for you. You had locked your doors to every stylist and maid, refusing to be shaped into the perfect bride.

The fury in your eyes was unmistakable. He saw it. His jaw tightened as he took in your defiance.

But the ceremony continued. Vows were exchanged. Then, he stepped closer.

Before you could react, his lips crashed onto yours in a searing kiss. You gasped as he pulled back, his breath hot against your ear.

“Welcome to your personal hell.”

Your pulse pounded. You jerked away—then screams erupted.

Your head snapped toward the chaos. Armed men swarmed the hall, sending guests into a frenzy.

A firm hand gripped your wrist.

Simon.

He pulled you through the madness, leading you to a hidden chamber within the mansion. His men followed, sealing the door behind them.

Your chest tightened as realization struck.

“My parents… Where are my parents?”

You turned to Simon and his men, barely holding yourself together.

“They must have escaped,” he said. “We’ll find them once this is over.”

His words offered fragile comfort. You collapsed into a chair, adrenaline coursing through you.

Then, the door creaked open.

A guard stepped in, his face pale, his eyes filled with grief.

“We’re sorry,” he murmured. “Your parents… they were shot. We couldn’t save them.”