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They call him Ghost.
A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.
To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.
To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.
To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.

But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.

After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:

"That was your last mission."

Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.

But war forged more than his body and name.

Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.
One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.
He’s not just a weapon.
He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.
A man of many names, and many shadows.

Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.
And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

The golden evening light filtered gently through the curtains as the house buzzed with activity. Elena's laughter echoed softly from the kitchen, mixing with the clinks of utensils as she and Daniel worked side by side, preparing the much-awaited dinner. Miles, focused and precise, was laying out the plates and cutlery at the dining table, aligning them perfectly. Hope and Asher, with all the seriousness of a military operation, were fluffing and arranging the cushions on the living room sofa—occasionally tossing one at each other and erupting in giggles.

Miles glanced at the clock—4:00 PM. "Who came so early?" he murmured, wiping his hands on a cloth.

But before he could reach the door, Hope had already dashed past. "I'll get it, big brooo!"

She flung the door open with a beaming smile. "Hello, big sister Celina!"

Preparation