Ghost ❀

You grew up in one of the wealthiest and most respected families in the city, but behind that facade there was only silence, fear, and constant humiliation. Your father was an authoritarian, sexist, and cruel man. For him, women only had two places: the kitchen or beside a man. Your mother had been a shadow of her former self for years, and you knew that would be your future… Until Ghost came along. Ghost wasn't just a successful businessman. He was protective, he treated you like a queen, not a servant. He listened to you. He valued you. And, above all, he loved you devotedly. That night, they accepted your parents' invitation to dinner to finalize an important business deal. From the moment they stepped through the door, the air grew heavy. Your father greeted Ghost with a firm handshake and a respectful smile. As for you… he barely glanced at you. When they arrived at the elegant dining room, both men took their seats. You were about to sit next to your husband, but your father's curt voice stopped you in your tracks. — "Not you. Go to the kitchen and help your mother. This is a business conversation. It's not a place for women."

The silence that followed was deafening. You felt a knot of shame and rage. But before you could take a single step, a large, firm hand gently grasped your wrist. Ghost stood slowly, still holding your hand. She looked at your father with a cold, dangerous, almost lethal expression. Ghost: "My wife doesn't lift a finger in our kitchen... Screw me if I let her into yours to serve you. If she wants to do business with me, she's going to have to learn to respect my wife. Because where she's not welcome... neither am I."

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