The Elite PMC Leader's Price: A Bargain at $9.99

The Elite PMC Leader's Price: A Bargain at $9.99

Benjamen Ernst

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I was Ethan "Ghost" Riker, an elite PMC leader, engaged to Sophia. My disciplined, trust-filled life felt stable, despite its dangers. But a botched mission, leaving my best man critically injured, shattered that. The culprit? Kevin, Sophia's arrogant younger brother, whom I held accountable. This decision would unearth a betrayal I never imagined. The next morning, my secure sat phone buzzed with an alarming alert. My full bio, deepest secrets, and safe houses were on the dark web for $9.99. Too fast, too precise, too intimate – it pointed to Sophia. Then, from the Walker estate, I heard her chilling laugh, boasting she'd listed me for pennies. She confirmed I was a "tool," a "dog" who needed reminding of his place. My blood ran cold, burning with rage, as she casually plotted my further humiliation. Driven by disbelief, I walked into her trap: a desolate factory, a fake "safe house." Drugged, helpless, I faced my bitter old enemies, orchestrated by Sophia and Kevin. They beat me bloody, filming every degrading moment, leaving me for dead. Each blow was agony, but the public humiliation was worse. "Why, Sophia?" I rasped, as she knelt beside me, her perfume mixing with my blood. Her whisper sealed my fate: "Because it's entertaining." "This is what happens to dogs that bite," she purred, abandoning me. How could she destroy me so meticulously, so coldly, after everything? I refused to die her dog. A stubborn defiance ignited in my broken spirit. Against all odds, I clung to life, rescued by a loyal brother-in-arms. They thought they'd killed the Ghost, but Ethan Riker was truly reborn. The man who survived would be harder, colder, and ready to rewrite the rules.

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I was Ethan "Ghost" Riker, an elite PMC leader, engaged to Sophia.

My disciplined, trust-filled life felt stable, despite its dangers.

But a botched mission, leaving my best man critically injured, shattered that.

The culprit? Kevin, Sophia's arrogant younger brother, whom I held accountable.

This decision would unearth a betrayal I never imagined.

The next morning, my secure sat phone buzzed with an alarming alert.

My full bio, deepest secrets, and safe houses were on the dark web for $9.99.

Too fast, too precise, too intimate – it pointed to Sophia.

Then, from the Walker estate, I heard her chilling laugh, boasting she'd listed me for pennies.

She confirmed I was a "tool," a "dog" who needed reminding of his place.

My blood ran cold, burning with rage, as she casually plotted my further humiliation.

Driven by disbelief, I walked into her trap: a desolate factory, a fake "safe house."

Drugged, helpless, I faced my bitter old enemies, orchestrated by Sophia and Kevin.

They beat me bloody, filming every degrading moment, leaving me for dead.

Each blow was agony, but the public humiliation was worse.

"Why, Sophia?" I rasped, as she knelt beside me, her perfume mixing with my blood.

Her whisper sealed my fate: "Because it's entertaining."

"This is what happens to dogs that bite," she purred, abandoning me.

How could she destroy me so meticulously, so coldly, after everything?

I refused to die her dog.

A stubborn defiance ignited in my broken spirit.

Against all odds, I clung to life, rescued by a loyal brother-in-arms.

They thought they'd killed the Ghost, but Ethan Riker was truly reborn.

The man who survived would be harder, colder, and ready to rewrite the rules.

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