My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 2

Holy cr ap!!!

Was he kissing her dead body? Did he have a thing for corpses?!

Xanthea, shivering with horror, saw Orion not only bizarrely kiss the girl’s lips for a long while but also picked up her lifeless body and headed towards the Rolls-Royce.

What in the world did he want with her body? Wasn’t kissing her enough, now he wanted. to take her home for some sick game?

Fuming to the point of nearly exploding, Xanthea was about to follow when suddenly her soul got sucked into the knife Orion was holding. When she was released again, she found herself in the chilling breeze of a pitch-dark rooftop.

As Xanthea realized it was a rooftop, her spirit trembled.

This was the very rooftop where Xanthea had caught Matthew and Miranda in the middle of a disgraceful scene and was then pushed off the building.

Two people, one was her longtime beloved fiancé and the other was her stepsister who she trusted implicitly had betrayed her in the cruelest way. She despised them!

But this wasn’t the Nightshade Group’s rooftop; their building had only twenty-six floors. This place had a towering sixty-six floors, and the neon logo shining on the building. opposite was the emblem of Crestwood – the Lockwood Group Twin Towers!

“Oh, please, let me go; let me go, please.”

A familiar voice came from behind. Xanthea quickly turned around to see two people, their limbs tightly bound with nylon ropes and covered in blood, kneeling and begging pitifully.

Matthew and Miranda! What were they doing here looking like this?

As she looked past them, Orion’s tall silhouette cast a dark shadow on Matthew and Miranda’s faces.

demon king who had just walked out of hell, his entire aura dark and ominous. Under Miranda’s terrified gaze, he lifted her to the edge of the rooftop, slicing her face open

so frightened that her soul

Orion, how could he…

be infatuated with Miranda? Even

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had heard about his grand pursuits. How could he now treat her

the next second, Miranda’s figure vanished from the sixty-sixth floor, shocking Xantheal into near paralysis. Matthew, who was kneeling on

pushed Miranda off the

disappearing seemed as trivial as a passing breeze. Then, he

Matthew.

dangled over the edge, Xanthea noticed that he was already terribly wounded, his body

already dead, his eyes filled with cold fury, like a dark net of twisted hatred, his knuckles

afar,

too

second, the scene was eerily reminiscent of her own death,

swept over Twin Towers, and on the rooftop, the man slowly wiped the murky blood from his fingers, his violent expression fading into a look of soft longing, “Xan, I’ll

last drop of blood from his hand and pulled out

“No!”

Thank goodness,

don’t be scared. I’m here; it’s all right

in the bed slowly opened her eyes to see

dad Christopher, mom Susanna, brothers Ethan and Samuel? Xanthea stared