Revenge After Death

Chapter 52

Who did that familiar yet foreign voice belong to? After that car accident when I was 18 years old, who did I remember?

I had this feeling that I had forgotten someone very important, but why couldn’t I remember?

“Stephie…”

Steve held his throat in pain. He gave me a heated stare before searching the room in a frenzy again.

Finally, under the towel, he found a bracelet.

I stared at the bracelet in surprise. It was the bracelet that I gave to the thief and also the bracelet that the murderer put on his victim’s body….

But the police had already found the victim. The bracelet should be with the police.

Could it be that it was just the same design?

Or could it be… that the one on the corpse’s wrist was fake?

As Steve held the bracelet, the rage faded from his body. Instead, he found a corner to curl up in, like a wounded animal licking its injuries.

I took a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down.

Last night, while I was unconscious, some memories that didn’t belong to me had entered my mind. They seemed to belong to the actual owner of the body. I wasn’t able to fully process them just now. Now that I was calm, I finally understood.

The original owner’s name was Stephany Larson. She was the daughter of Charles Larson, the chairman of the Larson Group. She had been sold to the Lincoln family as though she was an object to become a babymaker.

business, Stephany married into the Lincoln family with the clear purpose of becoming a

heart condition, those drugs proved to be too much for her.

coincidence, I was reborn into her

that if I wanted to find

my parents‘ deaths,

had to disguise myself and get a hold of the prime suspect, whom I wasn’t sure

insane or not.

me. Those dark eyes looked as

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dangerously beautiful.

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while stark naked… He looked like a masterpiece from the ancient

thought, if I hadn’t known that this person was most likely a perverted murderer, I would’ve

heritage, he had paler skin than the average person here. The brutal scars on his calves and soles didn’t take away from

fluttered. That sort of broken beauty would

Stephy,” he repeated, looking

eyes. Was he regretting killing

order to leave?” I said carefully, trying to

woke up,

down.

was anxious, nervous, or scared, I would show signs

reborn into someone else’s body. But

disturbed him, he suddenly shifted his gaze toward me. His eyes

heated.