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The Ghost Surgeon's Revenge: Rising From Ashes

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 827    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

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ude's Hospital. Your mother.

. She dropped the phone,

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h them, panic claw

ediately rushed over, his face a mask of concern. He

e benefit of the cameras. "I'm so

ip tightened. "Smile," he hissed in

other, Jane, looked tiny in the hospital bed

oked out, rush

yes. They were g

ak, grateful smile. "Spencer... thank you. The

ing up beside Ayla and placing a hand

the one poisoning her,

ed out and took Ayla's hand. Her grip was weak. "Ay

Ayla whispere

ck. Her brow furrowed, then rela

t?" Spen

la's collarbone. "A love bite. I was worried... you tw

t thrown on a coat, completely forgetting the mark Julian had left in the car. The

n Ayla's neck. His eyes turned black. He kn

voice tight, strained. "W

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to stay

, Ay

he nurse's station. He pulled her into the emergenc

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to the hickey on Ayla'

to push him away. "Sto

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drenaline overriding fear. "You have Chloe! You s

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lowly. He adjusted his tie

cer said. He turned to Ayla, his eyes prom

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lking to her doom. She was a surgeon, walking into a cont

t. But she didn't get in Julian'

ed him to admit what he was doing to her m

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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?”