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.

Lincoln family with the clear purpose of becoming a babymaker. Afterward, James Lincoln–the man in the wheelchair just now- forcefully

much for

to some mistake or some coincidence, I was reborn into her body.

that if I wanted to find out the truth behind

my parents‘ deaths, I had to start with him.

get a hold of the prime suspect, whom I wasn’t sure was really

insane or not.

looked as though they wanted to swallow

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dangerously beautiful.

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the corner while stark naked… He looked like a

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

mixed heritage, he had paler skin than the average person here. The brutal scars on his calves

fluttered. That sort of broken beauty would easily make

he repeated,

flashed in my eyes. Was he regretting killing me?

we have to do in order to leave?” I said carefully, trying to make my voice gentle.

I experienced since I woke up, I

down.

was young, I always had this problem. Whenever I was anxious, nervous, or scared, I would show signs of low blood sugar. During those times,

thought that I wouldn’t feel this again after being reborn into someone else’s body. But to my surprise, the

suddenly shifted his gaze toward

heated.