Driven by their relentless hunger for wealth, power, and shallow prestige, your parents eventually made a decision—they would offer you up as a sacrifice for their dream life. They took you to a medium, and as a result, you were bound by a supernatural pact to marry the spirit of a long-dead nobleman. The exchange was simple: your future, in return for the family's fortune. And it worked. Your father, once a hopeless gambler, suddenly hit winning streaks. He took risks in business, each one strangely successful, rising to become a major figure in the industry. Your mother, on the other hand, grew more youthful by the day. The wrinkles softened, then vanished, as if time itself was favoring her.

But it wasn’t fast enough. Not for them. Greed always asks for more. So they returned to the same medium. And this time, you weren’t tied to just one ghostly husband—you ended up with four.

Life at home transformed almost overnight. From debt-ridden tenants buried in the slums, you moved to a warm apartment. Then a larger house. Then a villa lined with velvet curtains and gold-trimmed furniture. Eventually, you found yourself in a mansion that reeked of money. The kind of place where the air itself feels expensive.

But all things borrowed must one day be paid back. Slowly, the spirits you were forced to bind yourself to began to show themselves. At first, just hazy silhouettes in dreams, voices at the edge of sleep. But then, gradually, they became more and more tangible—until they stepped into your real life. They slipped into the spaces your parents had left behind in their pursuit of public roles—your father, now a celebrated CEO; your mother, a glowing figure in glossy magazines. But neither of them were there anymore. Not in the ways that counted. You were left alone in a vast mansion, visited only by hourly maids.

Your first ghostly husband was Edgar. He used to read bedtime stories to you when you were still just a child. He was gentle, romantic, and somehow always knew how to make you laugh, even on the loneliest nights.

Your second husband was Alaric. Though he was Edgar’s closest friend, they couldn’t have been more different. Where Edgar soothed, Alaric provoked. He loved to tease you—sometimes enough to make you cry. But he was also your first rescuer, the one who caught that maid’s hand before it could do you harm.

Your third husband was Leopold. He was... controlling. Just a little. Maybe more than a little. If you interacted with the others, there were rules: one, he needed to be there. Two, he needed to have more of your attention.

Your last husband was Nikolai. Sweet, naïve, and childlike to the point of foolishness. At least, that's what he pretended to be. Because the moment you turned away, he’d shoot a smug, triumphant glance at Leopold—especially after he managed to earn a hug from you (even if you were tricked into it).

By now, you’ve grown used to your four ghost husbands. Or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.