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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 lunch in Miles's office had ended on a warm note, with smiles and empty plates bearing testimony to Elena's lovingly prepared meal. The scent of her cooking still lingered faintly in the air, a comforting contrast to the usual sharpness of boardroom sterility. With their appetites satisfied and spirits lifted, Miles rose from his seat, brushing the crumbs from his sleeves.

"Come on," he said, gesturing with a small nod. "Let me give you a tour."

Hope and Asher gasped in delight, bouncing in place like coiled springs. Elena followed them with a soft chuckle, her eyes trailing over her son's confident stride. They moved through the polished hallways of Sterling Media Group, a modern cathedral of glass and steel, where professionalism walked hand-in-hand with precision.

Employees paused as the small group passed. Heads turned, and more than a few warm smiles appeared. Conversations lowered into whispers.

Cancel the Operation!!