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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

It was a quiet afternoon as Miles exited the office, the tiny key clenched in his palm. His mind buzzed with the weight of Cedric's revelations, but he pushed it aside for now. There was something he had to see first. Without hesitation, he started the engine and drove straight to the heart of the city—toward a place few still remembered: the original branch of Star Harbor Bank.

Nestled between stone-paved alleys and old colonial buildings, the Star Harbor Bank's oldest branch stood like a relic of another age. The structure was grand yet worn, its sandstone façade weathered by decades of rain and sun. Iron-grilled windows lined the ground floor, and a brass plaque near the entrance bore the faded engraving:

"Star Harbor Bank – Est. 1902"

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