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 fade? Especially love

Steven’s hand.

yet still failed to cherish what he had.

fell limply. He wanted to

throat seemed to hurt so much

Stephanie love him,

end, he only moved

don’t want Yasmin to die, let us go,” I

let go of

owed him too

seemed much lessened perhaps because of my presence. He would

softly.

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bad. He always wants to take

grip on his hand.

eyes darkened. In fact, he had no intention of

knew he was stalling for time. Martin’s men were probably already on their

escalated as the knife nicked her neck. She

to save her.

eyes.

one of the guards and held it to my own

if “Stephanie” died?

and looked at me

became frantic. “Stephie…”