Revenge After Death

Chapter 272

“But I like it…” I whispered softly.

I loved mango pudding, but ironically, I was allergic to mangoen. So every time I sneaked a purchase, Steven would cover for me, claiming it was his favorite. He only allowed me to have a little while eating the rest himself.

He said he loved mango pudding.

But in reality, it was “Stephanie” who loved it.

He was just “forced” to like it.

“Just a little then,” Steven said softly. He was ready to take me away.

Michael stood rigid while trying to make an explanation.

“Stephie…

“I remember telling you ‘Stephanie‘ is allergic to mangoes.” Before, his ignorance was excusable, but now,

his continued obliviousness seemed glaring. Love was apparent even in the little things.

“Stephie, it’s not like that. Since you’re Stephany now, I assumed…” Michael was trying to explain that Stephany wasn’t allergic to mangoes.

Still, he was subconsciously suspicious of my identity as Stephanie.

Yet, he stubbornly and obsessively wanted to transform Stephany into Stephanie,

He wanted to treat me like his puppet, a perfect substitute.

love will

You love no one, only yourself. Didn’t anyone ever tell you

Steven’s hand.

great lengths to deceive me, yet still failed to cherish what he had.

wanted to say

throat seemed to hurt so much that

put in so much effort to make Stephanie love him, to become the lover in

the end, he

go,” I spoke again while

go of him anymore..

him too much.

seemed much lessened perhaps because of my presence. He would look at me

softly.

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he’s bad. He always wants to

tightened my grip on

darkened. In fact, he had no intention of letting us

stalling for time. Martin’s men were probably already

me!” The threat to Yasmin escalated as the knife nicked her neck. She cried and begged

save

into Michael’s eyes. He

I grabbed a knife from one of the guards and

if “Stephanie”

looked

became frantic.