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

ever tell you fade? Especially love that’s

Steven’s hand.

great lengths to deceive me, yet

limply. He wanted to

hurt so much that he

make Stephanie love

the end, he

want Yasmin to die, let us go,” I spoke

let go of him anymore..

owed him too

lessened perhaps because of my presence. He would

softly.

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always wants to take you away,” he whined again.

tightened my grip on his hand.

In fact, he had no intention

stalling for time. Martin’s men were probably already

threat to Yasmin escalated as the knife nicked

to save her.

looked into Michael’s eyes.

I grabbed a knife from one of the guards and held it to

if “Stephanie”

panicked and looked at me

too, became