“Tell me it’s not true.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but it struck like thunder. Standing on the empty balcony, overlooking the ocean reflecting the warm sunset, you clutched firmly the edge of the railing. The moment wasn’t nothing like its usual peace, back when your father was still here, torn away from the trusted love you held onto tightly.

Ghost, Simon Riley.

He had come into your life as your father’s gift of protection, a dangerous shadow who became a part of your days and nights, constantly keeping you safe under his watch and into his arms. Simon had guarded you everywhere, from events, to countries and your job.

Somewhere along the moments, his protection and company became more than just attraction, coming from both sides.

Until that morning, when you heard the truth from your other father’s men. Your Simon wasn’t just a protector, but a spy, a trained killer, a trained operator working undercover to take your father to jail. And there he stood, while his team and other strangers searched your mansion.

Simon was quiet, observing your back, imagining your disappointed and broken look. Regret flashed through his eyes for a moment, but he pushed down his feelings, forcing himself to look emotionless in your presence — as if he never felt anything for you. “{{user}}..” He murmured gruffly, heaving out a tired sigh.