My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 221

He smirked devilishly. “Phee, from the day you stepped into Ignite Camp, I told you, you’d belong to me, Maximus. You’re mine alone, no matter where you flee to the ends of the earth of the depths of hell, I will chase you down.”

“Look, aren’t you right here in my grasp? So quiet, so obedient, I like it.”

He loosened his grip on her chin, his slender fingers gently tracing the elegant lines of her face, teasing and toying with her features.

Each touch sparked a tiny electric thrill across her face, stopping at her soft, rosy lips. His fingertips caressed them lightly, his eyes filled with obsession and fervor fixed on them, as if he was about to bite down fiercely.

No, it’s wrong. I can’t, I shouldn’t.

Xanthea restrained her pounding heart and flushed cheeks, turning her head shyly, “Because I am independent, free, and I will never belong to anyone.”

“Is that so?*

He sneered, his eyes suddenly blazing with jealous fury that startled Xanthea, “What about Matthew?!”

“Why are you with him? For thirty days, I set up traps to catch you, and I watched you move in and out with him, sharing meals and living spaces. I was driven mad with jealousy. I wanted to kill him!”

Huh?

suddenly snapped

is he

he think blending reality with the role will make it

spoke, his hand that had stopped moving

down, “?!” Hey, this isn’t part of the script, this crossing of lines was supposed to be glossed over!

“Maximus!”

it indeed halted his movements, “You can’t kill

“Why?”

infuriated him further, his tall silhouette looming

he adding his own twist? That weak, good–for–nothing pretty boy? What’s so good about him? How is he better than me? Is he richer, from a

what I offer? I guarantee that once you’ve tried it, you won’t think

from ‘Realm of Illusions. This part was removed from the

repeatedly trying to stop him, but he seemed lost in his role, completely deaf to her

tearing fabric broke her thoughts, Xanthea looked down to see him actually ripping her neckline,

beneath.

roughly grope Phoenix, but the Phoenix in the novel, skilled in top assassin

Xanthea didn’t know anything. There was no director to call “cut,” so

“Orion, Orion.”

she quickly said, “Maximus, instead of humiliating me, you might as

“You will what?“.