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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

Her body wasn't hers anymore. She could feel Victoria slithering through her veins, curling around her thoughts like a serpent ready to strike. Every time she tried to push back, Victoria shoved harder, drowning her in a flood of stolen memories.

Ben's hands were still on her arms, gripping her too tightly, his eyes clouded with something Ellie couldn't name—fear? Longing? Guilt?

"Let her go, Victoria," Ben pleaded. His voice was rough, barely controlled.

Victoria—wearing Ellie's body—smirked. "Why would I?" Her fingers trailed up Ben's chest, slow and teasing. "You loved me once. You still do, don't you?"

Ellie screamed from within, but it came out as a whisper. A ghost of her own voice.

Ben's jaw tightened. "This isn't you."

Victoria's laugh slithered between them. "Oh, but it is. I'm more alive than I've ever been." She pressed closer, her breath warm against his lips. "Maybe you should stop fighting it."

Ben's hands clenched into fists. "I won't lose her, Victoria."

Victoria's grip on Ellie's body faltered—just for a second. Ellie lunged forward, pushing with every ounce of will she had. Get out, get out, get out!

Pain tore through her skull. A scream—hers, Victoria's, both—ripped through the room.

Ben's voice, low and broken. "Take me instead."

Victoria stilled. Even Ellie felt her hesitation, the flicker of something unreadable in the cold space she occupied.

Ben's shoulders slumped as if the weight of the decision was already suffocating him. "You want me, right? Let her go. Take me."

Victoria hummed, considering. "That's sweet, Ben. But you see, I already have what I want."

Ellie felt her lips curve into a smirk that wasn't hers.

Ben's face darkened with something Ellie had never seen before. Desperation. Regret.

And for the first time, Ellie wondered—

Chapter 34: A Willing Sacrifice