Revenge After Death

Chapter 500

In the past, I believed that death could inflict pain on those who harmed me. I viewed it as the ultimate retaliation against the organization.

But now, such notions seemed childish. My death wouldn't harm those villains; it would only bring sadness and despair to the ones I loved, repeatedly.

Summoning all my strength, I lifted my hands to hold Steven's face, managing a weak smile. "Long time no see, Steven..." My Steven.

Steven stiffened at my touch, his eyes closing as warm tears landed on my eyelashes.

He was such a crybaby... It was hard to reconcile that with the man who went berserk and lashed out at others.

"I've prayed countless times, hoping that you'll be fine..." Steven whispered softly, his voice trembling.

"I never knew a genius would believe in a higher power too," I joked weakly.

He chuckled. "I don't... but when a heart feels empty, it needs something to lean on, Stephie."

I stared at him blankly, suddenly recalling a faint yet vivid memory buried deep within me.

one of my high school

that there was no higher power in this world, Cecile's grandmother fervently prayed every day for her. Cecile's

Cecile, deeming her grandmother's

significance either. Despite Cecile's terminal illness,

prayers truly make a difference? There are no

and responded, "My grandmother is my

was unable to comprehend them

Stephanie Carlson, the moment Steven and Rachel started treating me as her, it seemed I had become something akin to a deity

I felt compelled to keep going, to stay alive until Steven abandoned

me and me alone. I'm the embodiment of your love," I declared imperiously, commanding Steven to focus solely on me

I imagine I'd feel jealous of the face of my past

Steven replied without hesitation,

unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more like falling into a

ponder. I could finally drift into a peaceful

it! You goddamn bitch!" I heard someone cursing as I began to

was Eason, known for his