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?

had already been completely drawn into his performance, was suddenly snapped

why is he adding his

blending reality with the role will make it easier for her to get

the character or not, but he clearly was, almost snarling as he spoke, his hand that had stopped moving at her chest now resuming its advance,

isn’t part of the script, this

“Maximus!”

indeed halted his movements, “You

“Why?”

his tall silhouette looming over her, his halted movements

weak, good–for–nothing pretty boy? What’s so good about him? How is he better than me? Is he richer, from a better family, or is

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

stop. What I just showed you was an unedited line from ‘Realm of Illusions. This part was removed from the actual play,

trying to stop him, but he seemed lost in

sound of tearing fabric broke her thoughts, Xanthea looked down to see

beneath.

Phoenix in the

the novel was a top–notch assassin, while the real–life Xanthea didn’t know anything. There was no

“Orion, Orion.”

she spoke the script lines directly, she quickly said, “Maximus, instead of humiliating me, you might as well kill me! If you don’t kill me, one

“You will what?“.