Ghost Boyfriend の小説・ストーリー

I’ve been ghosted. Okay, technically, it’s only been twenty-four hours. But in girl math, that’s like six months, especially when you’re waiting for a text from a helicopter pilot who called you “Sticky” like it was the most charming thing he’s ever said in his life. Theo. THEO.

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

he advised. Reluctantly, I returned to my seat. Tss! I really wanted to see her, to hug her, to caress everything about her. Moana Gomez is my girlfriend. Wrong! She's now my ex-girlfriend. She broke up with me last week just because of some rumor that I'm having an affair with a ghost! I don't even know where that came from. But that rumor ruined my life. "Ms. Magtalas. You're late again," the professor called out.

"It's not wrong to want that for me. But it's wrong to force it. To ignore when I say no. To make me feel like I'm disappointing you because I'm not following your timeline. And this 'someone'—he's not mysterious. He's real. He loves me. I love him. And the fact that you keep pushing these guys on me makes me feel like… like my feelings don't matter. Like what I want isn't good enough unless it's what you want." Mom leaned back—crossing her arms, lips thinning. "And who is this someone? This ghost boyfriend who loves you so much but can't even show his face? You've been talking about him for months now—hints and secrets and 'it's complicated'—but he never mate

She cuts my remarks off instantly. "Wait, wait, wait. So this guy's dad posted a post for his son? Why?" She laughs loudly. "I think his kid has just recently been cheated on by his fiancée for like two years or something. His dad wants him to be happy again or to help increase his self-worth. I'm simply going to be a rebound. It's perfect. I don't want a meaningful connection with this man, I simply want to be compensated. Guess how much he is prepared to pay me to be his false girlfriend."

I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results. "He's been following a fairly predictable pattern," the Ghost adds. "Isn't that potentially a ruse?" I ask. "I doubt it," the Ghost responds. "After leaving work early, he visits an exclusive gentleman's club, where he spends his hours with escorts before returning home heavily intoxicated." "So, he's shown no signs of planning something larger?" I press. "None, for the moment," the Ghost replies.

They even went from fighting over who'd be my groomsmen to who'd be the godfather of my future child. Wendy couldn't take it anymore. She cried out that pivotal question while opening the door. Then, her gaze fell on Cecily's and my clasped hands. The cozy familiarity we obviously shared made her breath hitch. However, I didn't care what Wendy thought when she saw this. As far as I was concerned, we'd broken up two years ago. At most, Wendy was nothing more than a stranger with whom I was once acquainted. The party was supposed to be a festive one filled with cheer, but her arrival ruined the atmosphere. She even asked me a question that seemed completely nonsensical to me.

Carmoria. When the plane landed, I turned my phone back on. Messages poured in— all about Sonia. Of course. She lived for attention. That's why she made me propose a hundred times. Every rejection, every scene—perfect gossip bait. And I was the punchline. The headlines wouldn't stop: [Shocking! Sonia Quindt left waiting outside the County Clerk's Office—stood up?] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos!]

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”