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+
Chapter 58 Caring nigherbour
Ruby climbed out of bed, noticing Milo still sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Stretching her stiff body, she ran a hand through her hair and walked out of her room toward the living room. The house was quiet, eerily so, with no one around. She decided to step outside, feeling the late afternoon sun warming her skin.
As she glanced around, she heard a cheerful voice call out, "Hi, Miss Ruby!"
Turning toward the sound, she saw Max, Angeline's husband, approaching her. His black hair was neatly combed, and his hazel eyes sparkled brightly. He was holding a small container, his expression warm and kind.
"I heard Brother Karl and Adrian are sick," he said, his voice full of concern. "So, We made some soup together for their wellness. Can you pass it to them?" He blinked up at her, his big hazel eyes radiating sincerity.