The Ugly Female Ghost Has 5 Handsome Husbands?
Chapter 7
When Violeta wakes on the second day, dizziness floods her mind. Everything from yesterday—Lucien’s probe, Aurelius’s kill—spins together like a storm she can’t escape. Her life has become a relentless rollercoaster. Just as she steadies herself, a shout pierces the air.
“Violeta! Lettie! Okeana’s gone!”
“What?” Her voice sharpens. “Where is he, ISP?”
“He went to save his family from the jail beneath Howlers Reef Island.”
Howlers Reef. The most dangerous island on the opposite side, infamous for its brutal jails and the prisoners housed there.
“Why would he go there?”
“I told you. His family was accused of murder.”
“Teleport me there. Now!” Violeta cuts in, her voice tight with urgency.
In a flash, she vanishes.
Moments later, she stands before the entrance of a building.
“ISP… what have you done? This is a gambling den.”
“As you know, the jail is hidden beneath it. No one would connect the two—that’s what makes it effective,” ISP explains calmly.
Disguising herself as an old woman, Violeta steps inside. The room hums with quiet tension—cards shuffling, chips clicking, low murmurs filling the stale air. Her eyes land on the sharply dressed boss.
“Sir,” Violeta says, lowering her voice, “I’m the new waiter. How may I help you?”
He eyes her briefly. “Bring me tea.”
Nausea rises in her throat, but she forces a calm nod. “Yes, sir.”
With a subtle spatial shift, she slips into the treasury. Stacks of gold surround her. If she destroys them, she’ll buy herself time.
With a whisper, she trades for fire.
Flames erupt, swallowing the room in seconds.
“Fire! There’s a fire!” Violeta cries as she rushes back. “Sir, the treasury is burning!”
“What?!” The man bolts upright and rushes out without a second glance.
“ISP, lead the way.”
She moves downstairs. Guards block the entrance, but a faint mist of sedatives drops them silently.
Perfect.
Inside, the air reeks of sweat and blood. She follows ISP—
—and stops.
Okeana. With another girl.
The mermaid’s scales shimmer from deep sea-foam green to pale silver, her dark hair drifting like silk in water. Her large eyes lock onto Okeana’s as she whispers urgently, clinging to him.
From the shadows, Violeta feels something sharp and cold twist inside her. She knows there’s no love between them—or at least, she tells herself that—but he is her husband. Loyalty should mean something to both of them.
She glides forward, her presence cutting through the darkness.
“What a touching display of charity,” Violeta drawls, her voice edged with ice. “I didn’t realize my husband had taken to rescuing stray minnows.”
The girl recoils, then tightens her grip on Okeana’s arm, defiant. “Your ‘title’ is just an old anchor,” she snaps. “He doesn’t belong to a throne or a contract. He belongs to me. He’s not going back to your cold, silent halls.”
Okeana pales at once. His eyes flick to Violeta, and fear flashes across his face. Without hesitation, he pulls away from the girl as if burned.
“I… this isn’t right, Marina,” he says quickly. “She is my wife. I should be loyal to her.”
Marina’s expression shatters. She shoots a look of pure hatred at Violeta before turning back, gripping Okeana’s hands desperately. “She doesn’t love you. She owns you. Break free. Come back to the open sea, where you can breathe.”
That’s enough, I can’t take this anymore.
“Are you seriously arguing about love,” Violeta snaps, her voice cutting through the tension, “while people are imprisoned and waiting to be saved?”
Without waiting for a response, she strides past them, unlocks the cage holding Okeana’s parents, and activates her spatial power.
In an instant, they vanish, reappearing outside the burning building, all of them feeling terrified of escaping from the dark jail.