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

selfish as ever. You love no one, only yourself. Didn’t anyone ever tell you fade? Especially love that’s obtained through deception.” I retorted sarcastically while firmly holding

Steven’s hand.

lengths to deceive me, yet still failed to cherish what

hands fell limply. He wanted to say he loved

his throat seemed to hurt so much

Stephanie

in the end, he only moved

us go,” I spoke again while

not let go of him

owed him too much.

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

softly.

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to

grip on his

fact, he had no

Martin’s men were

to Yasmin escalated as the knife

to save

eyes.

grabbed a knife from one of the

“Stephanie” died?

Steven panicked and looked at

too, became frantic. “Stephie…”