The Ghost

I build perfect love stories for a living.
But I’ve never believed in one for myself.

Marriage? Overrated.
Rings? Restrictive.
Happily ever after? A myth sold with champagne and hashtags.

So when the Dane brothers hired me to plan six weddings at once—each one bigger, richer, and more impossible than the last—I said yes for the challenge.

Not for him.

Silas Dane is the seventh brother. The shadow in the corner.
He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t flirt.
He barely speaks at all.

They call him The Ghost.
And now he’s haunting every step I take.

I don’t do distractions.
I don’t do men who look at me like they’ve already decided how I taste.

But Silas watches me like he’s memorizing a blueprint.
Like he’s calculating what to do once he has me alone.
And somehow, I don’t want to run. I want to know.

He says he doesn’t believe in love.
I say I don’t believe in marriage.

So why does it feel like we’re both lying?

He’s the one thing I never planned for.
And I’m the one thing he won’t let slip away.