Revenge After Death

"Come on, Stephie," Steven grabbed my wrist as I attempted to leave.

Before Joel, who was outside the door, could enter the house, Steven kicked the door shut, trapping Joel outside.

Startled by his frustration, I asked in puzzlement, "What do you want—"

"I want to lock you up... in the basement, where I'll be the only one knowing of your existence," Steven's voice was hoarse as if suppressing his emotions.

He pressed me against the corner, enveloping me with a pressuring demeanor.

I had never seen him like this before; and honestly, I was rather scared by his current behavior.

It reminded me of what Mom wrote in her log, how Steven had imprisoned Stephanie in the basement and abused her.

"Y-You're not serious, are you?" I asked shakily.

Steven pulled me into his arms, sighing softly.

"Stephie... I just want you to live a normal life, with friends like Rachel, and a normal... husband and children. Spending the rest of your life happily, safely, without worries." "I'll give you that regardless of the price to pay... " Steven added softly.

this was Steven's biggest

as I listened, leaning against his chest and feeling his heartbeat beneath. For some

he had always seen himself as a monster, outside the realm of being a "normal

eventually let go

I'm Stephanie Carlson, do you? Must I recite the pi thing to prove it?" Steven ruffled my hair without answering.

I lacked a sense of security

don't need to pity me, or try to test me... " I said stubbornly, worried

"Your husband is a genius, isn't he?

that my numb heart could still feel

slight bleeding from my angry steps earlier

effortlessly into his arms, as though I weighed

his muscular arm, confirming that it was his formidable strength that made me

Yasmin's upheaval and the kidnapping incident, I was physically

me on the

due to the effect of the sedatives, I had a severe headache and felt drowsy, slipping into a series of

emotions. Do you truly believe she can comprehend love after losing