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

Steven’s hand.

went to great lengths to deceive me, yet still

limply. He wanted to say he

seemed to hurt so much that he couldn’t speak.

so much effort to make Stephanie

in the end, he only moved

Yasmin to die, let us go,” I spoke

would not let go

owed him too much.

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

softly.

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he’s bad. He always wants to take you

my grip on his hand.

he had no intention of letting us

for time. Martin’s men

as the knife nicked her neck. She cried and

to save her.

into Michael’s eyes. He was

one of the guards and held

if “Stephanie” died?

and looked at

became frantic.