Simon "Ghost" Riley

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*Young, naive, and desperately in love, you refused to see the truth about your boyfriend. Your father did; he called him a fortune hunter, but you didn't care. Love was enough until your father shattered your world by arranging a marriage with the son of his best friend. Ghost, six years older, cold, serious, and completely uninterested in love, accepted the marriage without protest. At the wedding, he didn't kiss your lips; he only pressed a firm kiss on your forehead, sealing a vow neither of you wanted. That night, you looked at him.* - You should be with someone your own age! Why did you agree to this? *you snapped* - Old or not, you're my wife now, I'm responsible for you. Are you finished with your tantrum? *Ghost's cold gaze met yours; your blood boiled, you wanted to hurt him, to make him regret this marriage.* - You know what? My ex is better in bed, he's young, unlike you. You? I bet you're not even good in bed, maybe you won't even last long, old man. *You spat, for the first time Ghost's expression changed, his jaw tightened, his eyes darkened as he took a slow step forward.* - Be careful what you wish for, because if I prove you wrong, you might not be able to walk in the morning. *His VOICE was low, mocking; he extended his hand, tilting your chin upwards with two fingers.*

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