Buried Alive by My Ex, I Turned Around and Married a Ghost Immortal

When I was fifteen, my father left a blood-written letter, entrusting me to his dearest friend and sworn brother.

But three years later, that man stole all of my father's wealth and arranged a most ominous ghost marriage for me, intending to leave me without a grave.

That night, the woman in her phoenix crown and red wedding robes tipped up my chin, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“From now on, you belong to me.”