The Ugly Female Ghost Has 5 Handsome Husbands?
Chapter 4
“Don’t worry, Grandma. You’re safe now. I’ll deal with the others,” Violeta says gently.
Grandma’s milky gaze lights up.
“Thank you so much, young girl. Sterling, you’re lucky to have such a helpful wife.”
Sterling’s face turns red for a moment, clearly awkward. Grandma doesn’t notice, but Violeta does. Such a young boy—he could have been much happier than this.
She turns to leave, but Sterling calls after her.
“I…I’ll come with you. And thank you for finding my grandma.” He tries to steady his voice.
Violeta wants to protest, but she sighs.
“Fine. Follow me.”
She quickly approaches the Midnight Court’s main base, hidden deep in the heart of the forest. Two guards stand at the entrance. When they see her coming, they immediately form a defensive line.
Too lazy to waste words, Violeta pulls out her gun and fires.
Two loud bangs echo through the woods.
The shots draw everyone inside out—including Apex.
“It’s the ghost!” someone shouts.
“She killed five of us! We must take revenge!” another member yells furiously.
Violeta leans toward Sterling and quickly whispers, “Stay still and be careful. Better hide somewhere. Don’t move—you’ll get killed.”
Then she rushes into the battlefield.
The air vibrates with the unnatural hum of machinery. Violeta becomes a blur of gray against the emerald chaos. Her gun barks, and a hail of bullets tears through the charging soldiers.
A bear lunges toward her. She drops a mine at its feet. The explosion erupts, and it collapses to the ground without a sound.
Then a scream catches her attention.
A wolf has Sterling by the neck, lifting him as he struggles helplessly.
Violeta’s eyes narrow instantly. She throws another mine, which erupts in a wall of blinding light and deafening sound.
Sliding through the mud, she drags Sterling away and lifts him onto a thick, high branch.
The relentless attackers keep coming.
Her gun clicks empty—there are no bullets left. Only the sharp knife in her hand.
Sensing her exhaustion, the killers tighten their circle.
A leopard lunges. Violeta narrowly avoids the attack, but the sharp claws rip her mask to pieces.
The battlefield falls into a sudden, terrifying silence.
Violeta stands there, panting, her chest heaving. A thin trail of blood runs along her cheek—but even that cannot hide the beauty now revealed.
High above, Sterling’s breath catches. His tail stiffens with a tremor.
All his life, he has seen the world through survival and ugliness. Yet he never imagined that she—his wife, rumored to be ugly and lecherous—would actually be so beautiful.
The members of the Midnight Court stand stunned.
Realizing this is her chance to escape, Violeta swiftly lifts Sterling down from the branch and disappears into the woods in an instant.
Behind them, the killers remain frozen, staring at the direction where she vanished. At least I teach them a lesson, they won’t disturb me and Sterling again for a while, Violeta thought.