The Ghost Who Died For Him

Three years ago, I sacrificed myself to donate my corneas to my blind lover, Elliot Moon. To spare him the guilt, I had my family tell him that I had abandoned him for a new life. But the credit for my sacrifice was stolen by another woman, Dolly. Convinced that I was still alive, Elliot became obsessed with hunting me down and dragging me back to donate my heart to cure Dolly’s heart disease. He broke both of my brother’s hands. He drove my mother to her death. But I was already dead, reduced to a ghost, unable to do a single thing. That was until his subordinate uncovered the truth: "Mr. Moon, Ms. Kayla died three years ago to save you."

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Jaron's body trembled, collapsed on the cold floor like a pile of shattered wreckage. He let out another cough, the grating sound tearing through my spectral form.

"She's... gone," he whispered, his voice so faint it was barely audible. "Kayla... she's really gone." His eyes were wide, clouded with pain, but he stared straight at Elliot.

Elliot's patience completely snapped in that moment. His face twisted, the mask of indifference replaced by pure fury.

He closed in like a predator. "I'm sick of your games, Jaron!" he roared, his voice bouncing off the concrete walls. "You think I'm going to tolerate these lies and just watch Dolly waste away?"

He delivered a brutal kick to Jaron's injured ribs. Jaron whimpered, curling into a tight ball, but he continued to plead haltingly.

"Since you value this stupid secret more than your own future," Elliot spat, "let's see if you can still play the piano with broken hands."

"Break all his fingers. Make sure he never plays again."

I gasped, letting out a phantom cry of horror.

"No!" I screamed, a futile shout that dissolved into the air.

Jaron, his hands, his life's passion!

This was an act of extreme cruelty, far beyond anything I could have ever imagined the man I loved was capable of.

My love was turning to ash, burning away with every act of violence he inflicted on my family.

A sickening crunch, followed immediately by another, echoed through the warehouse.

Jaron's screams were shrill and piercing, as if they were tearing my very soul apart.

It was the sound of something precious being utterly obliterated.

I couldn't bear to look, yet I couldn't look away. My eyes were forced to witness this horrific scene.

Elliot watched coldly, his expression unreadable, standing like a stone statue amidst the chaos.

"Perhaps your memory is returning, Jaron?" he asked softly, a taunt in his voice. "Does it hurt now? Does it hurt enough to finally tell me where your beloved sister is hiding?"

His words were like a twisted blade plunging deep into my chest. He was mocking my brother's agony, mocking his loyalty.

Jaron's hands, once nimble and elegant, were now mangled and grotesque.

His fingers were bent at unnatural angles, dark red blood blooming against his pale skin.

His dreams, his future, were all trampled to dust under Elliot's iron heel.

A cold wave of reality hit me, waking me up sharply. This wasn't the Elliot I knew. This wasn't the man I had given everything for.

This was a stranger, a monster forged from deception and obsession.

"She's... gone," Jaron choked out again. "Kayla... she's really gone. I swear."

Elliot scoffed, waving a hand dismissively as he turned to leave.

"He's pathetic, still clinging to that ridiculous lie." He paced for a moment, his jaw tight. "Fine. If you won't talk, maybe she will."

He snapped his fingers, and a heavy door in the corner of the warehouse creaked open.

Two of his men walked out, dragging a small, frail figure between them.

My vision blurred.

No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be her.

"Mom!" I screamed, my voice so hoarse no sound came out; it was sheer, absolute terror.

"Jaron!"

Despite his severe injuries, Jaron let out a raspy cry from the floor, a sound woven of pain and fear.

It was Barbara, my mother. She was pale, her silver hair disheveled, as they dragged her into the harsh light.

She was unconscious, her head lolling to the side.

One of the men slapped her hard across the face, roughly pulling her back to consciousness.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the glaring light, and then her eyes widened in horror when she saw Jaron.

"Jaron! My son!" Her voice hitched, tearing at my freezing heart.

She struggled to break free from their grip, her weak body trembling. Her gaze landed on Jaron's ruined hands, and tears spilled over once more.

"You demon! What have you done to my son?" she screamed at Elliot, her voice filled with a mother's fury. "Go to hell!"

Elliot merely sneered, his face a mask of apathy.

He approached Barbara, reaching out to roughly grab her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Barbara, do you remember when you used to call me 'son'? Do you remember baking me apple pies? Look at you now, a desperate old woman." He paused, his grip tightening.

"Where is Kayla? Tell me where your precious daughter is, and all of this ends. I need her. Dolly needs her heart."

I remembered a young Elliot sitting at our dining table, laughing along with Mom as she teased him about his terrible cooking skills.

He used to be so respectful, so genuine toward her.

Now, he spoke to her like she was garbage, as if she were merely a disposable prop in his cruel game.

"She's dead, Elliot," Mom whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow. "My Kayla is gone. She died for you. She died so you could see the light again."

The truth. This naked, heartbreaking truth.

Yet, Elliot's eyes remained cold and uncompromising.

"How dare you lie to me!" he roared, shoving her away roughly.

She stumbled, collapsing to her knees beside Jaron.

"Do you think I'm a fool? Kayla would never do something so selfless."

"You're just trying to protect her. Now, tell me where she is, or your son will suffer even more." He gestured to Jaron's mangled hands, his tone merciless.

Mom's gaze darted over Jaron before returning to Elliot, her face carrying a silent, desperate plea.

The stress was too much. She swayed, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she collapsed onto the floor, unconscious once again.

Elliot looked down at her, a flash of irritation in his eyes, but no remorse whatsoever.

"Weak," he muttered under his breath. He turned to his men. "Take her away. Keep Jaron locked up here. Until Kayla shows her face, he doesn't leave." With that, he delivered one last brutal kick to Jaron.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He answered it, and his expression instantly softened, standing in jarring contrast to the demonic persona he wore just minutes prior.

"Dolly, my love," he murmured into the phone, his voice dripping with tenderness. "Yes, I'm still handling some things. I'll be there soon, I promise."

He was like a chameleon, effortlessly switching between a brutal torturer and a gentle lover.

A wave of disgust washed over my soul.

He was a master of deception, or perhaps, he was the one being deceived.

He hung up the phone. The possessive tenderness still lingering in his eyes swept over my family's broken bodies before hardening back into icy resolve.

He would continue the hunt, driven by a fabricated tale of love and betrayal, while my family paid the ultimate price for my selflessness.

A profound dread seized me, etching itself deep into the core of my ghostly soul.

Elliot, did I make a mistake? Three years ago, maybe I shouldn't have saved you.

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Fantasy Horror Sci-Fi Werewolf

7.6

Breaking The Billionaire's Golden Cage

7.6

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Billionaire Horror Romance

7.9

Haunted By The Wife He Lost

7.9

My husband, Jacob, swore to be my shield after my family's empire collapsed and I survived a fifteen-day kidnapping hell. I saw him as my savior, loving him with a desperation born from trauma. Then his intern, Ema, entered our lives. When I became pregnant, he used her lies to call me "tainted" from my past and demanded I abort our child, the shock causing me to miscarry. The final blow came during an explosion at our training grounds. He shoved me aside to shield Ema with his body. "She's carrying my child," he said, his voice like ice. "You're expendable." He left me to burn, promising a rescue team he never intended to send. But he didn't know about the secret escape route, or my brother's plan. I faked my death, letting him find my "body" in the morgue. He thought he had created a ghost. Now, he's about to find out you can't catch one when she's already free.

Horror Modern Romance

8.1

My Shapeshifter Mate:Falling for My Cursed Superior

8.1

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother and till he finds the killer of his brother, he's forever bound with the curse. He's avoided like a plague, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He is a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard. The only child born under Three Red Stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He is soulless-Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric, who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located deep in the fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly she is not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here.... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape him and his tortures Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces? Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.

Fantasy Horror Romance

8.9

Shattered Symphony: The Genius Lady Shines Again

8.9

Jacob's voice was terrifyingly calm at the scene of the crash. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the gurney being rushed past us. He was holding her hand. Not mine. My right hand was a mangled, swelling mess of flesh, throbbing with blinding agony. Blood soaked my white blouse, turning it a heavy crimson. I tried to show him, whispering that I thought my bones were crushed. He didn't even blink. He just kept pace with the doctors swarming around Cassandra. "She has a head injury, Alexia," he said, his voice tight with a panic he never felt for me. "We have to prioritize. You know how fragile she is. We need you to be strong right now." Because of his "priority," I missed the critical window for surgery. My fingers, once capable of spanning octaves and dancing through concertos, healed into stiff, alien claws. The grand piano in our living room became a coffin for my dreams. For three months, I lived as a ghost in my own home. I watched Jacob comfort Cassandra through her minor headaches while ignoring my ruined nerves. I watched him let her take credit for my music, steal my son's affection, and finally, crush my late mother's locket under her heel with a smile. When I confronted him, he only checked to see if she had twisted her ankle. That was the moment the silence broke. I realized I wasn't his partner; I was just collateral damage. So, when the Vienna Conservatory called offering a position, I didn't ask for his permission. On the night of their engagement party, while fireworks exploded for them outside, I packed a single suitcase. I left the signed divorce papers next to his medical negligence report on the counter, unlocked the door, and walked into the night. I was done waiting for him to choose me.

Horror Romance Sci-Fi

9.6

The Alpha's Regret: Murdered By Her Mate

9.6

"Sign it," Simon growled, slamming the document onto the rickety table. As the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and my fated mate, he wasn't asking. He was commanding me to give my Wolf Essence—the source of my life—to my dying sister, Laila. "If I give her my essence, I will die," I whispered, my body already trembling from the hidden poison coursing through my veins. But Simon only looked at me with cold, amber eyes. "Stop lying, Zora. You're just jealous because she is the future Luna and you are nothing. Sign it, or I will reject you publicly right now." Broken and hopeless, I signed my life away. I died the moment the silver scalpel touched my skin on the operating table. It was only during the autopsy that the surgeon screamed in horror. She discovered my organs were liquefied by chronic Wolfsbane poisoning. And worse, she found that I had no essence to give. My primary essence had already been stolen five years ago—carved out of me by Laila herself to fake her own power. Simon fell to his knees in the morgue, the realization shattering him. He had forced his true mate to die to save the monster who had been killing her all along. In a fit of madness, he executed Laila and then drove a silver dagger into his own heart, desperate to find me in the afterlife. "I'm here, Zora," his ghost wept, kneeling before me in the realm of the dead. "Please, forgive me." I looked at the man who had watched me rot without seeing me. "No," I said. And I turned my back on him forever.

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The Ghost Who Died For Him

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