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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

The voices didn't stop. They grew.

Ellie's head spun as the unseen whispers wrapped around her, some pleading, some demanding.

Ellie clutched her ears, but the words slithered into her mind, digging in deep. The room was no longer a room—it felt like a void, stretching beyond time, filled with unseen eyes watching, waiting.

Ben pulled her close, his breath warm against her freezing skin. "Ellie, we need to stop this. Now."

Victoria's ghostly form shimmered beside them, her lips curving into something inhumanly satisfied. "It's working."

"What is?" Ellie's voice was hoarse.

Victoria's black eyes locked onto hers. "The gate is open. Now… we pick."

A horrible realization clawed at Ellie's stomach. This isn't just about choosing a soul. The body must match the spirit.

"What kind of body does it have to be?" Ellie whispered.

Victoria's smile widened. "A vessel strong enough to hold me."

A sudden crash echoed through the space.

Then—a sound that didn't belong.

Ben's face drained of color. "No."

Victoria turned sharply, her expression darkening. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

Ellie's breath caught. The baby's cry grew louder, piercing through the unnatural hum around them.

The voices weren't pleading anymore. They were angry.

A cold dread gripped Ellie. "Victoria, what's happening?"

Victoria's face twisted, her form flickering in and out of sight. "Something… else is here."*

At the far end of the room, a figure emerged.

It had no eyes. No mouth. Just an empty face—watching.

And in its arms—a baby, wrapped in shadows.

Ben staggered back, gripping Ellie's wrist so tightly it hurt. "What the hell is that?!"

Victoria snarled, her expression more furious than Ellie had ever seen. "You were not invited.*"

The faceless entity tilted its head, and the baby let out another cry. The sound ripped through Ellie, something ancient and unnatural laced beneath it.

"You seek a body?" the faceless thing whispered, though it had no mouth.

Ellie shook, her knees threatening to give out.

Ben yelled, "Ellie, don't answer!"*

The faceless figure stepped forward.

Victoria's form flickered wildly, like a flame struggling against a storm. "Get back, demon."*

Ellie's heartbeat thundered. "Then what are you?"

The figure didn't answer. It simply held the baby out, offering it.

Chapter 47: The Search for a Body