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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

Victoria's translucent form flickered violently, her anger crackling through the air. "This is not how it works!" she hissed, her voice layered with echoes of something far older than herself.

The faceless figure remained unmoving, still holding the wailing baby. The cry no longer sounded human. It was deep, guttural, reverberating through the walls, making the shadows tremble.

Ellie clenched her fists, her stomach twisting. "Victoria… you don't get to pick, do you?"

Victoria's jaw clenched, her ghostly eyes narrowing. "Of course, I do." But there was uncertainty in her tone.

Ben stepped forward, his face pale. "Then pick. Take the child." His voice was bitter, laced with quiet horror. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

The faceless figure tilted its head, almost amused. "She cannot."*

The room seemed to close in, the air thick with something unexplainable.

The faceless being took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Because the body and soul choose who they will exchange with."

Ben let out a sharp breath, stepping in front of Ellie protectively. "Then who has been chosen?"

A deep silence filled the space. The baby had stopped crying. The air felt dead.

Then, the faceless being lifted a hand and pointed.

Ben's grip on her arm tightened. "No."

Victoria's form pulsed, her voice rising in raw desperation. "She is not part of this deal!"*

The faceless thing didn't acknowledge her. "The vessel has chosen."*

The shadows in the room rippled. Ellie couldn't breathe. It was as if something ancient, something incomprehensible, had already made up its mind.

"You sought to play with the rules of possession," the faceless being murmured. "But the exchange is never up to the dead."*

Victoria's entire form shook, her expression morphing into something between panic and fury. "This is wrong! The vessel should be mine!"*

Ellie's skin crawled as a cold force wrapped around her, seeping into her bones. The weight of a thousand unseen hands pressed against her, as if trying to pull her apart.

Ben shouted her name, but his voice sounded distant.

Victoria lunged at the faceless entity, but her ghostly body shattered like mist before it could make contact. "You won't take her!"*

Ellie gasped as an invisible force dragged her forward. The baby, its face still hidden in the shadows, stretched out a tiny, delicate hand—toward her.

Ben's desperate voice rang in her ears. "Ellie, fight it!"*

But something deep inside whispered:

This was never about Victoria getting a body.

Chapter 48: The Mystery in Possession