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Bound to Him: A Spirit's Dark Return

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 874    |    Released on: 28/09/2025

arpent

was read aloud in the s

thirty. Cause of death, massive trauma from exp

rtem contusions on the wrists and ankles, consistent with being bound. Ligature marks on

inted a picture of my

oftening slightly, "the victim was approximate

ves, the lab technicians, even Arthur-they all stood

et life had been growing inside me, a life I never got the chance to cheri

or me. It was for the baby. My baby. We had died together, nameless and

mething that looked like pity in his eyes. "God, that' s br

"We need to find this son of a bitch. I want t

Thompson, champion of the nameless, pregnant victim. He would hunt do

championing was the woman he' d so coldly dismissed? Would he feel guilt? Or just a

the crisp night air, the smoke from the

aced with concern. "And you need to call Elia. This who

t going anywhere. She' ll be sitting at home, waiting for me to apologize for whatever

lent scream in the void. I' m here. What' s left of

dust. All I wanted now was to be free of him. To drift away into wha

the screen, and the hard lines of his fac

s perfect face

d. "You missed our dinner res

rved only for her. "I' m sorry, Gen.

n crisis?" she asked, a

etails, protecting her innocence in a way he had never bothered to protect my f

move mountains for her, but for me, he c

there were no leads. Days turned into a week. Frustrated, Arthur was the

s," the news anchor reported over a generic silhouette. "The victim w

ings. M

broadcast ended. He picked it up, his atten

omps

nd, thin and reedy with panic, a

r... it' s Richard Carp

undless, despe

' t reach Elia. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. We haven' t heard from her in over a

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Bound to Him: A Spirit's Dark Return
Bound to Him: A Spirit's Dark Return
“The last time I heard my boyfriend Arthur' s voice, he was telling me to stop being so dramatic. I had been kidnapped by a man he' d bankrupted, and I was begging for my life. "This is a new low, even for you," he said, his voice cold with annoyance. "I don' t have time for these games." He hung up on me to deal with a work crisis for his partner, Genesis. My kidnapper, realizing no ransom would ever be paid, strapped a bomb to my chest and left me to die. The explosion killed me, but it didn't set me free. Instead, my spirit became tethered to Arthur, a cruel, invisible chain forcing me to follow him. I had to watch as he investigated the murder of a "Jane Doe," never once suspecting the unrecognizable victim was me. He saw my final text message-the one telling him I was pregnant-and called it a sick, manipulative lie before blocking my number and erasing me from his life. I was a ghost, bound to the man whose indifference was my death sentence, forced to watch him grieve for a stranger while cursing my name. I thought this was my eternal punishment. But a year later, I overheard his new fiancée, Genesis, bragging to her friends. And I finally learned the truth about who really sent my killer to my door.”
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