Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“It was him! The ghost! It was the ghost!”

“Stop with your nonsense. Who was it?”

“It was him! It was Evan! Evan!”

The name that fell from her lips was a bombshell.

“Have you truly gone mad? There’s no way that it was him!” Adam bellowed.

Lisa clutched his shirt and locked her gaze with his. “It was Evan. It really was! I saw him with my own eyes!” she said, punctuating each word with raw austerity.

Adam studied the distraught Lisa. He let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s over. Not only are you disfigured, but it looks like your brain was scrambled too. Now that you’re ugly and insane, there’s no way you’ll be allowed to become the lady of the house.”

Lisa gripped his hand tightly. “I’m not insane. I’m telling the truth. Honestly!”

“What truth? Evan is dead. Are you saying that he rose from the dead? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Adam’s tone was derisive as he gave her the side-eye.

However, Lisa was adamant that it was either Evan being alive again or his ghost acting up.

planted the seed

really have

No, that’s utterly impossible!

could have disguised themselves

no way Evan was the

must still be reeling

possible for me to recover my original

In your dreams.

a brutal cut right across her face, leaving a bloody trail in its wake. Just the thought of it gives me

recover from such a scar,

much. You should save these questions for your

looks, will you abandon me? Will

of mine that captured Adam’s heart, followed by some underhanded moves to expedite his divorce with

I was disfigured, will he leave me

irked Adam. Instead of replying to her, he instructed two maids to watch over her. He excused

questions flooded his mind. Who would have such a vindictive agenda against Lisa? It was a merciless

piss off

person I can think of

wanted to pull him down from the president’s position and had rallied against him with the board of directors, deliberately making life in the company difficult for

why he took it out on