My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 1

Xanthe

was dead.

Her spirit hovered over the graveyard; she was lamenting her tragic fate. Once the heiress of the prestigious Nightshade Group, she had fallen hard for a do uchebag, ending with her family destroyed and herself dead. It was both sad and absurd. Just as her soul was about to dissipate, a strange figure caught her eye.

Underneath the dense pine trees, a sleek, pitch black Rolls-Royce was parked. From it stepped a striking man, who was cradling a bouquet of vibrant, blue-violet irises.

Those bright-colored flowers, vivid and dazzling, were her favorites during her lifetime.

As he approached, she could see his face clearly.

It was hauntingly beautiful sharp, hawkish eyebrows over deep eyes, a straight nose leading to a chiseled jawline. He looked like a masterpiece crafted by the heavens, flawless in every way.

Wasn’t this Orion Lockwood, the prominent heir of the Lockwood Group from Crestwood? What was he doing here, standing by her grave?

Driven by curiosity, she watched as he stopped in front of her tombstone, his eyes intently fixed on the inscription, “Heiress of the Nightshade Group – Xanthea Nightshade.” His tall frame began to tremble, his pupils turning a fiery red, his face ghastly pale against his shocking expression, which made him both unfathomable and dreadful.

Suddenly, a terrifying, guttural laugh broke from his throat, sending chills down her spine,

Why did he look so maddened? Why did his laughter sound so heartbreakingly hopeless?

shocking scene unfolded. The man got down his knees and began to dig

insane?! Stop it! What are you doing? Why are you digging up my grave?

and frantic, snarling around him, but as a mere wisp of

“Mr. Lockwood! Mr. Lockwood!”

over from the car, grasping at his arm pleadingly, “Mr. Lockwood,

“Get away!”

violently, his eyes blazing, terrifying both the assistant and

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dead. She’s

mumbling those words, his knuckles bleeding as they mixed with the dirt, yet unaware of

trying to recall any past entanglement she might have had

Crestwood, known for his ruthless tactics that had propelled the Lockwood Group to the top. She barely knew him, only

doll to cozy up to her, which she not only rejected but also

news she heard. about his pursuit of Miranda Moore, her stepsister, the very one who had h ooked up Xanthea’s fiancé and pushed her down

did that have to do with her? Why would he unearth her

with

much as glanced at him when you were

tearfully stared at her tombstone, eyes filled

it seemed like Orion

eye, she saw Orion actually unearth her coffin using just his hands. Just as she was relieved that her coffin, made of durable mahogany, was too sturdy for him to open, he pulled out a familiar-looking Swiss

wasn’t it the one her uncle had given her for her birthd How did it end up in