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My five ghostly husbands

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+

dYdairy_002 · Fantasy
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157 Chs

Chapter 49 Creative block

"You..." Adrian called her, his voice wavering as he struggled with what to say next. He didn't know what to call her—stupid wife, like Karl joked, or just simply… wife. The word felt foreign, almost too personal for him.

His handsome face was expressionless, but only he knew the storm of feelings swirling inside. He was surprised, happy, and a little bit scared. He had never had a real home before, and this sudden shift was unsettling. Yet at the same time, a part of him worried that everything was temporary, a fleeting comfort that could vanish at any moment.

He shouldn't trust her.

His mind warned him, whispering doubts, telling him not to trust her too easily. After all, trust was dangerous—it could break as quickly as it was built.

"You..." he repeated, his voice softer this time, and he noticed her red eyes looking at him, waiting patiently, as if she knew he was struggling to find the words.