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Modern dating is already a minefield, but nothing could have prepared Ellie for falling into a twisted love triangle with a ghost. When her seemingly perfect boyfriend, Ben, starts mumbling secrets to thin air and even forgets their anniversary, Ellie knows something is horribly off. Her worst fears come crashing down when she discovers that Victoria—Ben’s dashing, dead ex—is back from the grave, haunting him with a toxic mix of unresolved passion and vengeful unfinished business.

Determined not to lose the man she loves, Ellie embarks on a wild, chaotic journey to outwit this lovesick specter. As she digs deeper into Victoria’s murky past, Ellie uncovers a shocking truth: the ghost’s jealousy is only part of the nightmare. Victoria isn’t just stalking Ben—she’s trapped in an eternal limbo, doomed to suffer unless someone frees her from her own bitter chains. And now, Ellie must face the impossible challenge of saving not just her relationship, but a tortured soul from beyond the grave.

In this surreal battle where romance collides with the supernatural and dark humor, Ellie is forced to ask the unthinkable: Can love really transcend death, or is she doomed to become nothing more than an awkward, unwitting third wheel in a paranormal romance that defies all natural laws?

The ghost who stole my man

Ellie barely had time to catch her breath before the room shifted again.

The air turned thick—wrong—like something ancient had settled into the walls, watching, waiting.

Ben tightened his grip on Ellie's hand, his knuckles white. "Ellie—"

Glass rained down as the bulb shattered above them. The walls trembled. The entire apartment seemed to groan, as if something monstrous was crawling through the foundation.

A slow, rhythmic knock sounded against the closet door.

Ellie's pulse thundered. "Victoria, stop this!"

The knocking turned to pounding.

A shadow swirled at the threshold, dark and hungry. Victoria's voice curled out from the abyss. "You think you can defy me?"

Ellie barely had time to blink before she was ripped from the bed.

Invisible hands dragged her back, slammed her against the wall.

Ben lunged for her—only to be thrown onto the floor.

"You don't get to touch her anymore," Victoria spat, her voice low and dangerous.

Ben coughed, pushing himself up. "You don't control me, Victoria!"

"I controlled you before," she whispered. "And I can do it again."

His pupils dilated, his body going rigid.

Ellie watched in horror as he shuddered, his breath hitching like something unseen was crawling over his skin.

Victoria was touching him again.

Ellie saw it now—the ghostly pressure on his chest, the way his fingers twitched like they were being guided.

"Stop it!" Ellie screamed. "You can't have him!"

Victoria laughed—low, sultry, cruel. "Oh, Ellie… but he was always mine."

His head tilted back, his lips parting slightly, as if someone had brushed against them.

Ellie's stomach dropped. "Ben—"

"Shhh," Victoria cooed. "He likes it."

Ben groaned, a sound torn between pleasure and pain. "Get… out…" he gasped, but his body betrayed him, arching under the unseen touch.

Her hands shook with rage. "Let him go, you sick—"

And then—Victoria turned her attention to Ellie.

"You're the problem, you know," she whispered, her voice curling into Ellie's mind like smoke. "You came in and ruined everything."

A sharp, icy pressure pressed against Ellie's throat.

She gasped, choking as invisible fingers tightened.

Ben shouted, lunging toward her, but an unseen force slammed him back against the floor.

"Did you ever wonder," Victoria mused, "if maybe he still loves me?"

"If maybe," Victoria continued, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "he only settled for you?"

The words stabbed deep, more painful than any ghostly attack.

Because for a moment—just a moment—Ellie saw it.

The way his breath hitched whenever Victoria spoke.

Victoria laughed, sensing the shift. "See? Even you doubt it."

"You're just a jealous corpse," she spat, her voice raw. "And I'm the one he's holding at night."

Victoria screamed, her presence lashing out like a violent storm.

The lights flickered wildly, objects flying across the room.

Ellie collapsed, coughing as the unseen grip on her throat finally released.

Ben was at her side in an instant, his hands warm, real, anchoring her back to reality. "Ellie—"

"Did you love her more than me?" Ellie's voice was cold.

Ben's mouth opened. Closed. "Ellie—"

His silence said everything.

Victoria's laughter echoed one last time, sweet and cruel, before vanishing into the night.

Because maybe—just maybe—Victoria had already won.

Chapter 14: A Ghost’s Revenge