He Locked Me in the Dark and Watched Me Die — Novel

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In a world where love can turn deadly, Olivia's dream of a proposal becomes a nightmare when her boyfriend, Allan, locks her in a haunted house as part of a cruel April Fools' prank. As darkness swallows her, she realizes the chilling truth: Allan's heart lies elsewhere, with the captivating livestreamer, Pauline. With time slipping away and her heart condition threatening to end her life, Olivia's desperate cries for help go unheard, drowned out by laughter and betrayal.

Caught between the living and the dead, Olivia’s spirit lingers, forced to watch as Allan and Pauline revel in the chaos of their twisted game. Can she find a way to break free from the chains of her past and make him see the depth of his betrayal? Or will she be forever trapped, a ghost of the love she once knew?

As secrets unravel and tensions mount, Olivia must confront the haunting question: What happens when the one you love becomes the very person you fear? Prepare for a tale of heartbreak, revenge, and the fight for a love that transcends even death itself.

He Locked Me in the Dark and Watched Me DieChapter 1

My boyfriend said he wanted to propose to me in a haunted house.

But the moment I stepped inside, he yanked every breaker and locked the door from the outside.

The claustrophobia I'd carried since being kidnapped as a child erupted all at once. A suffocating pressure clamped around my throat.

I collapsed to the floor, pounding on the door with everything I had.

"Allan... open the door, please. I'm scared..."

But what I heard from the other side wasn't his voice. It was a woman's — playful and coy.

"I can't believe she actually fell for it. You told her you'd propose in a haunted house on April Fools' Day, and she bought it."

"You won the bet. Tonight, I'm all yours."

Every drop of blood in my body went cold. I knew that voice. It belonged to the livestreamer Allan Fox had been obsessed with lately.

So that was what ten years of love amounted to — a tool to win another woman's affection.

But when I actually died in that pitch-black haunted house, what was there left for him to cry about?

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My heart stopped beating. I lay on the freezing floor and watched my soul drift free from my body.