Zuxian

Ishbelle, a seasoned Journalist, started off as a tough girl by the way, but she fell head over heels for Eric, a billionaire, later. They got married and he became an Amazing son In Law. 
But the twist was birthed. She died to a robbery; he was extremely rich. But she wouldn't let him be even after the death. 
She would haunt all the ladies he met after her death. She appeared to him and warned him to choose whether to keep being haunted or remain single for her. 
He tried getting spiritual and psychological aids but all were to no avail. He settle for being single. 
But would he remain like that? If it was your 27 years old brother, would you watch him die single? Or betrothed to some psychotic ghost?

Married To A Ghost - MTGA

     "What do we do to Eric? What do we do to that bitch?"


    Her voice was pitched. The tone was strong and the texture thick. She was almost swearing but was trying to ease the tension and not go by the rage. 


    The room was light. There was a drooping chandelier spilling rays of light all over the room in gay. 


    The walls were painted milk and the bed was in the middle of the room, though its head at the top right corner. 


    An exhibit or artwork of nature and few odds was hovering over the bedhead. 


     A drawer was by the bed by the right and by the left a swan chair and its table. 


    The voice was coming from the top of the drawer from an iPad strapped to the top of the latter. 


    The resentfulness in the pitch of the voice advocated to what extent the owner could go in doing whatever they wanted badly. 


    Aside the lady's voice coming from the iPad, there was nothing else in the room, except an Apple MacBook pro with its light on and few programs automatically running.


     "I've got to teach that dog a lesson."


   Cortana said again, sighing and pulling in all the rage she could wield in a single slurp of air.


    Then at once, another voice came from the PC on the bed. 


     "No one is perfect you know. Let it pass."


     "Nope! Nothing passes. You do your thing, I do my thing. Final!"


    The lady iPad said. You could tell from the breathing pace that she was boiling. Really hot. Like you could boil a live chicken in her rage and lose all its feathers. 


      "Why wouldn't you talk about letting it pass? Has he ever been rude to you. Tell me. Judge Cortana Apple."


     The lady iPad reeled on, fueling her rage. 


    The lady MacBook said nothing for a while. 


    Lady iPad dared. No sooner, lady MacBook kept a track,


     "You think you've seen the worst, Cortana Reeds? That you talk a lot doesn't mean you've seen it all. Should we talk about experience?"


      "Oh! See the Harvard professor of Talking Tees. Let's hear your trend, Cortana Leaflet."


    Lady iPad kept the humor in the background trying to work her rage out on the innocent counterpart. 


      "He uses me for functions 12-hours straight without a break, shut me up whenever I'm to catch a personal cruise. He never let me an audience. He never listens to me, yet I deliver his mails, tell him whenever his clients were all over him and provide new tips necessary for developing his skills and techniques necessary for his businesses."


     Lady MacBook stopped talking and sighed, dragging in air to replenish that she had lost. 


     Lady iPad didn't let her go again,


    "You're lazy and jealous that's why you said all that. And maybe because you ain't as sexy as I am. Dayum. I ain't lazy, I could go working all night long but he insulted me and called me trash. That I can't take. And don't talk to me again about it. Didn't know why I had this conversation with you."


     Cortana Reeds went off. The other Cortana sieved her options. She knew what the AI in the iPad could do. She wouldn't let her have her way. 


    There was a little Cortana Leaflet could do. She wasn't for the function she was thinking of. She could only warn Eric of Reeds. 


     "Letting this pass makes us mature."


    Reeds came up again but the shock of her pitch sent Leaflet to sleep. 


Chapter 16