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.

that memory, one of my high school

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

deeming her grandmother's actions superstitious and

grasp the significance either. Despite Cecile's terminal

prayers truly make a difference? There are no gods in this

responded, "My

by Cecile's words. I was unable to

started treating me as her,

going, to stay alive until Steven abandoned

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

did I imagine I'd feel jealous of the

without hesitation, always

into unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more like falling into a deep

to fret or ponder. I could finally

bitch!" I heard someone

was Eason, known