Revenge After Death

"I almost feel sorry for you, Stephany. If you went missing, they would think that you're the devil who deceived and trafficked those children. No one would remember the good deeds you've done. How stupid of you." Howard sneered, deriding Stephany's naivety.

Honestly, I felt sorry for Stephany too. She had done so much for the children... to the extent of impersonating "Stephanie" and marrying Steven just to get money for those kids' medical treatment.

However, her kind heart was exploited by these malicious people, ultimately causing harm to herself and those children.

"Steve is a complete lunatic. I'm surprised he didn't die in that fire!" Howard said through gritted teeth, seething with hatred.

"With people like him around, how can good students like us survive? We're just ordinary people. How can we possibly compete with a genius like him? Genius shouldn't even exist."

Howard's jealousy was palpable. He believed that the presence of geniuses like Steve and Simmy was the reason they could never rise above.

"Because they were geniuses, all the wealthy rushed to the orphanage to adopt them, including the Lincoln family. Who wouldn't want to be adopted by the Lincolns? Yet, they chose Steve above all. "Okay, so Steve's the illegitimate son of the Lincolns! How about Simmy then? Why does that loser get to steal the spotlight too?

by one. "Back then, all the rich and powerful from all over the country flocked to the orphanage to adopt children, as if doing charity

chance to be adopted, but in the end... those

sarcastically as he approached to join. "What's taking you so long? I've already contacted the other side. They'll be here in half an hour. The clock's ticking, so hurry

but I knew I couldn't afford to

unbuttoned my shirt, I couldn't help but open my eyes and shout, "Howard Zachman, you disgusting animal!" I struggled forcefully,

immediately reached for

come to save her now." The associate smirked as he began to undress me. "Aren't you a pretty one? Look at this hot body! Can

If no one came to rescue

always came to my aid in times of danger. Perhaps I always knew

out, tears streaming down my face as my clothes were

legs, I struggled and cried out in despair, kicking him

hard across the face, losing his patience. "Damn