The Ugly Female Ghost Has 5 Handsome Husbands?
Chapter 3
Violeta rows Sterling across the lake and quickly reaches the opposite shore.
“Th-thank you for bringing me back,” Sterling says, bowing quickly before disappearing into the forest in a flash of white.
Worried, Violeta follows him from a distance, making sure he is safe.
Sterling takes several narrow shortcuts before finally reaching his home—and what Violeta sees makes her freeze. The area is a gray-brown wasteland of chaos. Garbage is everywhere: piles of soaked, overflowing trash bags, torn plastic, and rotting food forming small mountains in every corner. A sour, suffocating stench fills the air.
Before she can react, someone steps out of Sterling’s house.
He is Apex—from the Midnight Court.
“Why are you here? Where is my grandma?” Sterling demands, his voice shaking with rage.
“Oh, you mean the blind old woman?” Apex sneers. “She doesn’t deserve a house. Of course, I drove her out.”
Sterling steps forward and grabs his collar hard. “Where is my grandma?” he whispers, trembling with fury. His hand suddenly shifts, claws extending, and drives them into Apex’s shoulder.
Apex screams and calls for help. Figures emerge from the shadows behind him. Outnumbered, Sterling fights, but exhaustion quickly drags him down. He begins to falter.
From the corner, Violeta clenches her fists. She sacrifices two percent of her health bar, summoning a gun from her invisible storage space. She fires at the man, reaching to slash Sterling’s throat.
Gunshots crack through the air.
One by one, the men collapse stiffly onto the ground. Only Apex remains standing.
Sterling lets out a hysterical laugh. “Oh, thank you for kidnapping me and offering me to the ghost,” he says coldly. “And now you’re trying to kill the ghost’s husband. This is exactly what you deserve.”
He turns frantically, calling for his grandmother.
Violeta feels her heart ache. She despises the Midnight Court. They rely on numbers, bully the weak, commit crimes throughout the town, and blame everything on her. That is why her reputation is ruined.
Watching Sterling search desperately, she suddenly has an idea.
This district is drowning in poverty. But she has money—more than enough.
She steps into the middle of the street and pulls coins and candy from her invisible storage. The metallic clink echoes. Children stare, whining for sweets. Adults gasp at the sight of real money. Sterling watches her with swollen, red eyes.
“I’m looking for a blind grandmother,” Violeta announces. “Whoever finds her will receive one hundred coins. Anyone who brings her of his own grandma to me will also receive one coin.”
The street erupts.
Even one coin can buy a week’s worth of food here. People scatter in every direction. Soon, elderly women crowd around her. Violeta patiently hands each of them one coin, thanking them for coming.
Then, she sees an old man guiding a white-haired woman through the fog.
The woman stands quietly, her eyes clouded with a milky glaze. When Violeta calls softly, she turns her head toward the sound.
“Grandma!” Sterling cries, rushing forward.
The old man bows slightly. “I found her.”
“Thank you, sir,” Violeta says, placing one hundred coins into his hands.
Without another word, she leads Sterling and his grandmother back toward the house.