Part 1The Billionaire’s Phantom: Alimony from the Grave

Liam Miller died in a high-speed crash while vacationing on a private island with his assistant.

By the time the police notified me and I arrived at the scene, his assistant was still kneeling by his body, screaming his name and sobbing hysterically.

But I saw him. I saw Liam’s soul, floating right there in the air.

I guess the devil doesn't have a vacancy for traitors yet.

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The detective standing next to me cleared his throat awkwardly when I didn't say a word. "Mrs. Sterling?"

That one sentence cut right through Elena Vance’s wailing. She was Liam’s "assistant," currently draped over his body.

It seemed Liam really did love her. In that violent wreck, he had taken the brunt of the impact. He was dead, while Elena walked away with nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises.

But Liam’s love…

I glanced at the translucent shimmering figure of the man hovering above us and scoffed internally.

Liam’s heart changed colors faster than a chameleon in a neon light district.

When Elena looked up and saw me, her expression shifted from grief to pure shock. Then, she lunged at me, her face flushed with a manic energy.

Liam’s spirit reacted instantly, just like he would have when he was alive. He tried to step between us, desperate to shield Elena from any imaginary harm I might inflict.

But he had no physical form. He had to watch, helpless, as Elena passed right through his chest and grabbed my shoulders.

"Elena, be careful!" he barked, his brow furrowing. Then he turned his venomous gaze toward me, trying to intimidate me with a look. "Vanessa, I’m warning you. Don't you dare touch her."

It was a scene we had played out a thousand times before.

Except now, I was the only one who could hear his hollow threats.

Elena’s grip tightened on my jacket, her face contorted with malice.

She wasn't here for a sisterly chat.

I stepped back, pulling away from her.

The detective stepped in, steadying her before she could fall.

"Ms. Vance, you need to compose yourself," the officer said firmly. "The arrangements for Mr. Miller are the responsibility of his legal wife, Mrs. Sterling."

The detective wasn't an idiot. He had clearly clocked the dynamic between the CEO and his "assistant." He put a heavy emphasis on the word wife.

Elena froze. Her face twisted into something grotesque—like a demon out of a horror movie.

"Officer, I want to report a crime!" Elena shrieked. "This wasn't an accident! She did this! She killed him!"

The detective sighed heavily.

I looked at her, watching her lose all control, and tucked myself behind the officer.

I didn't want this lunatic scratching my face.

Liam was standing right beside her now, his eyes cold as he stared at me.

I couldn't read his ghostly expression perfectly, but I knew him. He was probably suspecting me, too.