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

as ever. You love no one, only yourself. Didn’t anyone ever tell you fade? Especially love that’s obtained

Steven’s hand.

to great lengths to deceive me, yet

hands fell limply. He wanted to say he

hurt so much that he

effort to make Stephanie love him, to become

in the end, he only moved

go,” I spoke

would not let go

owed him too much.

lessened perhaps because of my presence. He would look at

softly.

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he’s bad. He always wants to

grip

In fact, he had no

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

escalated as the knife nicked her neck. She cried

to save her.

eyes. He was waiting.

of the guards and held it

“Stephanie”

Steven panicked and looked at me

became frantic. “Stephie…”