My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 16

Matt lowered his head, and Miranda, feeling the hint in his touch, slowly closed her eyes and leaned in closer.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Matt’s mind wandered unexpectedly. Xan had not contacted him all day, which was unusual, and she hadn’t come home yet. Where could she be?

The brief pause made the atmosphere awkward. Losing the mood, Matt let go of Miranda, who quickly straightened up. “Sorry, Matt, I got a little carried away there.”

Her voice was soft, and her fingers nervously dug into her palm. He had seemed so lost in the moment-why did he pull away? She had worked so hard to seduce him, even made the first move, and still, she couldn’t compete with Xan’s place in his heart?

“It’s alright, it’s a bit chilly out here; maybe we should head inside to the living room?” Matt suggested.

Just as Xanthea was about to capture the moment on her phone, she saw them part. How unfortunate. She frowned and moved closer, catching snippets of their conversation.

“Maybe not,” Miranda said, looking down and biting her lip. “Once Xan gets back, you won’t have time for me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I asked you out because I’ve been really stressed about the finals of The Masked Singer, and talking to you always helps. You said last night you’d come to the show to support me, was that true?”

“Of course, I’ve never backed out of a promise to you.”

Xanthea listened attentively, though feeling disgusted about it, and ended the essential details.

That rang a

up picking c

surviving on the fringes of fame, a lucky break on The Masked Singer

at

was the scandalous Hotel after the finals, showing Matt and Miranda in a compromising position. The details had been so clear,

had twisted her ankle, and he was just

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meet up after the show, and their affair was hidden. under the guise

thoughts turned dark with a

Miranda’s scandalous affair on the big screen at their engagement party? For Matt, who prized his image above

As for Miranda.

Xanthea realize how venomous her stepsister had been; she was always lurking, pretending to be the innocent flower while plotting

she would never let Miranda rise above her. She would keep her firmly beneath her, always dependent on her, and always

found Matt and Miranda already seated, chatting with Ethan and Samuel, who looked puzzled at her late arrival. “Xan, where did

little stomach

concern. “Xan, are you okay? Did you

smirked internally; it’s not because of bad food, but a distasteful

chimed in, “Xan, come over. Matt’s been waiting

you go today? You didn’t text, and I w getting

disdain. “I was out helping Samuel pick a birthd