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.

family’s business, Stephany married into the Lincoln family with the clear purpose of becoming a babymaker. Afterward, James

a heart condition, those drugs proved to be too much for

or some coincidence, I was reborn into her

I knew that if I wanted to find

killings as well as my parents‘ deaths, I had to start with

had to disguise myself and get a hold of

insane or not.

Those dark eyes looked as though they

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dangerously beautiful.

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stark naked… He looked like a masterpiece from

likely a perverted murderer, I would’ve been

and muscular. Probably because he was of mixed heritage, he had paler skin than

That sort of broken

he repeated, looking out

Was he

have to do in order to leave?” I said carefully,

experienced since I woke

down.

this problem. Whenever I was anxious, nervous, or scared, I would show signs of low blood sugar. During those times, my father would give me a

else’s body. But to

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

heated.