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Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

Author: Lorraine
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1068    |    Released on: Today at 15:26

coated the back of her throat. A rough hand, calloused and damp, tore at the s

was a cold, paralyzing terror. But then, something else rose to meet it. An consciousness of

ce's eyes s

constricted to pinpricks. The woman

He was too focused on his prize. But as his hand moved, Arely's shot out like a viper, her fin

crack echoed in

any sound could escape, Arely's other hand clamped

er blow to the soft flesh of his stomach. The force sent him flying off th

e of pain and disbelief. He stared at the woman now sitting up on th

d on the carpet. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a heavy crystal as

stood over him, a predator looking down at its wounded prey. T

ng to inject some of his usual authority

swer. Instead, she brought the ashtray down with controlled

harp pieces slicing across his c

its edge glinting in the dim light from the window. She pressed the point

That small, sharp pain was all

was a low whisper, colder tha

xing on his face. "I... I don't

essed a frac

lly choked out.

through her-a nauseating mix of love and betrayal. The cold i

e," she stated,

o live. "Brittny Greene. She gave me

the best friend. A classic, pathetic betrayal,

ulled out his phone. His thumb, slick with sweat, was all she needed to unlock it. Her fingers flew across the

ne. You'll g

s blurred as she encrypted the files and sent them to a secure, anonymous cloud server. Only then, after she expertly wipe

e pulled out one of Mickey's oversized trench coats. It would

himself up, his face a m

e chop to the back of his neck

anger's face stared back. Beautiful, delicate, but u

e bathroom mirror, she wrote a short string of numbers-a co

don't want those pictures sent to every news outlet and your

wait for

uiet, the sounds of a distant party echoing down

airs. The cold, concrete steps led her down, floor after floor, until s

s sharp in

the corner and

driver asked,

ap, rundown apartment in a part o

y Hills streaked across her face. Arely clenched her fists. This

of m

ped into t

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Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback
“I was just a struggling actress in Hollywood, desperate for a chance to prove myself. But the people I trusted most pushed me into hell. My boyfriend, Kole, and my best friend, Brittny, drugged me and handed my hotel room key to an abusive, greasy producer. They traded my body just so Kole could secure a movie role. As the producer pinned me to the bed and tore at my clothes, the original me died of sheer, paralyzing terror. I saw the text message on his phone, a gloating confirmation of my ruin. "She's all mine. You'll get your part." I realized the two people I loved most had treated me like a cheap bargaining chip. While I was being assaulted, they were probably celebrating, building their future fame on my absolute destruction. I didn't understand why they would do this. I gave them all my love and loyalty, only to be betrayed and discarded like trash. The sickening mix of love, betrayal, and paralyzing fear should have been the end of my pathetic, helpless life. But instead of breaking, a cold, calculating consciousness awakened inside me. The soul of "Reaper," a legendary underground doctor and ruthless operative, took over this fragile body. I snapped the producer's wrist, collected my blackmail evidence, and walked out into the cold Los Angeles night. This new life is a war, and it's time to make them pay.”