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The Ghost Surgeon's Revenge: Rising From Ashes

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 829    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

r, the tiles older, the water pressure weak. Ayla

uise was blooming on her hip where she had slammed into the pan

d into the bedroom. The balcony doors were

d. She had

. On the floor, just inside the threshold,

Below, the driveway was empty, but in the distance, she saw th

of ointment-a custom-compounded formula i

scar

e had been here. He had climbed the balcony? Or maybe he

ointment. It was cooling, smelling of menthol

woke her. Her throat

nt and dark. She didn't turn on the

she saw a sliver of lig

stop

, Chloe. Be patient." Spen

Chloe whined. "That woman is pa

lunatic. The trust doesn't fully vest until I'm thirty-five and 'happily ma

Five years. They had been married

Chloe asked. "Is

tal treatment' Dr. Evans is giving her? It's a custom cocktail. Mostly metabolic i

n. Her knees

inhibitors

s keeping her sick. He was

Chloe giggled

hits the account," Spencer said. "

. Rage, hot and blinding, surged through her. She

mped over

led. An arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her ba

ggled, ki

whispered in he

li

is heart beating steadily against her back. They stoo

t, giggling, and headed up th

r clicked shut did

is lapels. "Did you hear tha

. His face was a mask

ars finally coming. "He's keeping her s

l," Jul

?" Ayla asked, su

ply. "I was watching the ho

k with his thumb. "Now you know. Your sacri

choked out. "I can't

wins. He keeps the money, he keeps the power, a

are about

bout you watching him bleed. M

ou want to run away, or do you

in her chest was hardening into s

to suffer,"

It was terrifyi

t for tonight. Please. I can't

't hesitate

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The Ghost Surgeon's Revenge: Rising From Ashes
The Ghost Surgeon's Revenge: Rising From Ashes
“I was the trophy wife of Wall Street's golden boy, Spencer Elliott. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, silent spouse, enduring his coldness and his mother's venom. I did it all because Spencer was the only person paying for the experimental medical care keeping my dying mother alive. But during a high-society gala, the gilded cage finally broke. I overheard Spencer laughing with his mistress about the "custom cocktail" he was feeding my mother. He wasn't paying for her cure; he was paying a doctor to systematically poison her with sedatives to keep me dependent and compliant until his forty-million-dollar inheritance vested. When I tried to confront him, the mask of the perfect husband shattered. He dragged me by my hair into our bedroom and slammed me against the wall, his eyes cold and murderous. "If you ever try to leave, your mother gets an overdose. Accidentally, of course." He told me I was nothing more than a pawn for his payout. I realized then that my entire marriage was a calculated swindle, and the man I thought was my savior was actually my mother's executioner. The betrayal was so deep it turned my blood to ice. Every sacrifice I had made and every humiliation I had swallowed was built on a monstrous lie. I felt a cold, sharp rage replacing my despair, a surgeon's focus shifting from healing to a much more dangerous kind of excision. That's when Julian Sterling, the most feared man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to burn my world down. He rescued me from Spencer's violence and promised me a life of freedom, but as I finally exhaled in his arms, my secret burner phone buzzed with an encrypted message. The man who originally ruined my family was back, and the last time he was seen, he was standing right next to Julian. Is my new protector my greatest ally, or the target I've been hunting all along?”