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

yourself. Didn’t anyone ever tell you fade? Especially love that’s

Steven’s hand.

yet still failed to cherish what he

wanted to

hurt so much that

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

he only moved himself.

want Yasmin to die, let us go,” I spoke again while holding

would not let go of

owed him too much.

much lessened perhaps because of my presence.

softly.

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he’s bad. He always wants to take you away,” he

my grip on his hand.

eyes darkened. In fact, he had no intention of

time. Martin’s men

threat to Yasmin escalated as the knife nicked her neck. She cried

save

looked into Michael’s eyes. He was waiting.

the

if “Stephanie”

panicked and looked at me helplessly.

became frantic.