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The Ghost Surgeon: My Ruthless Ex's Obsession

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 474    |    Released on: 02/02/2026

and boiled cabbage. Bronwyn drip

chewing her fingernails. She j

you? I've be

p," Bronwyn said, shiv

by. He said if we don't pay the arrear

s. Eviction. Prison. B

led... they want a fifty thousand

portable, military-grade tissue scanner she'd acquired in a previous life. It was worth a fortune on the blac

a thick envelope of cash in exchange for the case. Four hund

stared at the water stain on the ceiling. It lo

laptop toward her.

ey donation pri

laptop shut. "Are you insane?

, the dam breaking. "My dignity? Nobody wants

er, crying in the da

ronwyn felt a cold, hard

. The card she swore

he knelt down and dragged a

ic composite. And a photo. A photo of a massive estate in Long Island. Tucked behind the p

elps dynasty. The secret Elsworth Phel

dress. It was cheap

you going?"

e scalpels in her purse. "Or heaven

ber. Destinatio

lmost every last dol

beat against the roof like

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“I was balancing four pitchers of watery beer when my phone buzzed with a photo of my cousin flaunting a massive pink diamond on the hand of my ex-fiancé. Jennings Bowen didn't just break our engagement; his family stripped away my medical scholarship and branded me a "reputational liability," leaving me to scrub grease in a Queens dive bar. When Jennings walked into my bar with the arrogance of old money, my alcohol-fueled rage took over, and I ended up vomiting all over his handmade Italian leather shoes. He didn't just have me arrested; he baited my younger brother, Leo, into a fight and had him charged with felony assault. "He's nineteen, Bronwyn. We'll bury him," Jennings whispered at the precinct, while his mother ensured no lawyer in the city would touch our case. With a fifty-thousand-dollar bail I couldn't pay and an eviction notice on my door, I was backed into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose. I couldn't understand why these people were so obsessed with crushing someone who was already down, or how they could sleep at night while destroying a teenager's life. I realized then that playing by their rules wouldn't save Leo, so I dug out the set of black ceramic scalpels I had hidden under my bed for five years. I wasn't just a waitress or a failed student; I was "The Ghost," a surgeon who operated in the shadows where the law couldn't follow. I marched to the gates of the Phelps estate, the home of the billionaire father who abandoned me, ready to trade his life for my brother's freedom. "I'm here to save you," I told the dying man as his family watched in horror. "But the price is my brother's life, and you're going to pay it."”