Revenge After Death

Who did that familiar yet foreign voice belong to? After that car accident when I was 18 years old, who did I remember?

I had this feeling that I had forgotten someone very important, but why couldn’t I remember?

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Steve held his throat in pain. He gave me a heated stare before searching the room in a frenzy again.

Finally, under the towel, he found a bracelet.

I stared at the bracelet in surprise. It was the bracelet that I gave to the thief and also the bracelet that the murderer put on his victim’s body….

But the police had already found the victim. The bracelet should be with the police.

Could it be that it was just the same design?

Or could it be… that the one on the corpse’s wrist was fake?

As Steve held the bracelet, the rage faded from his body. Instead, he found a corner to curl up in, like a wounded animal licking its injuries.

I took a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down.

Last night, while I was unconscious, some memories that didn’t belong to me had entered my mind. They seemed to belong to the actual owner of the body. I wasn’t able to fully process them just now. Now that I was calm, I finally understood.

The original owner’s name was Stephany Larson. She was the daughter of Charles Larson, the chairman of the Larson Group. She had been sold to the Lincoln family as though she was an object to become a babymaker.

In order to save the Larson family’s business, Stephany married into the Lincoln family with the clear purpose of becoming a babymaker. Afterward, James Lincoln–the man in the wheelchair just now- forcefully injected her with follicle–stimulating hormones and aphrodisiacs…

Because the original owner had a heart condition, those drugs proved to be too much for her. After she was tossed into this room, she died from shock.

And due to some mistake or some coincidence, I was reborn into her body.

“Steve?” I tried to communicate with him. I knew that if I wanted to find out the truth behind these.

serial killings as well as my parents‘ deaths, I had to start with him.

Thus, I had to disguise myself and get a hold of the prime suspect, whom I wasn’t sure was really

insane or not.

He looked at me. Those dark eyes looked as though they wanted to swallow me whole–they were

dangerously beautiful.

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He continued hiding in the corner while stark naked… He looked like a masterpiece from the ancient legends.

As I thought, if I hadn’t known that this person was most likely a perverted murderer, I would’ve been bewitched by his beauty like anyone else.

His body was flawless. His legs were long and muscular. Probably because he was of mixed heritage, he had paler skin than the average person here. The brutal scars on his calves and soles didn’t take away from his beauty.

“I… did this to her.” His long eyelashes fluttered. That sort of broken beauty would easily make someone want to protect him.

“I… did this to Stephy,” he repeated, looking out the window.

I frowned as a derisive look flashed in my eyes. Was he regretting killing me? Were murderers able to feel regret?

“What do we have to do in order to leave?” I said carefully, trying to make my voice gentle.

Probably from all the shock I experienced since I woke up, I suddenly grew dizzy. I quickly crouched

down.

Ever since I was young, I always had this problem. Whenever I was anxious, nervous, or scared, I would show signs of low blood sugar. During those times, my father would give me a lollipop.

I thought that I wouldn’t feel this again after being reborn into someone else’s body. But to my surprise, the feeling of low blood sugar was still evident.

Maybe because I had disturbed him, he suddenly shifted his gaze toward me. His eyes were scarily

heated.

He stared at me for a long time, as though he wanted to see right through me.

After a while, he took out a lollipop from somewhere and gave it to me.

I was stunned for a moment. With my hand shaking violently, I bit back the fear and reluctance in my heart. I took the lollipop to put it in my mouth.

He just stared at me quietly.

“Stephie…” Out of the blue, he called my name.

I raised my head subconsciously. “Yes?”

I wasn’t even sure whether he was addressing Stephanie Carlson or Stephany Larson.

Steve seemed to get worked up. With reddening eyes, he slowly walked over with restraint.

Subconsciously, I felt afraid as he approached me and backed away. I forced myself to calm down and pointed at the towel on the floor. “Cover yourself.

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All of a sudden, he was very cooperative. He wrapped the towel around himself and sat across from me, gazing at me.

I was astounded. Just a second earlier, he seemed like a prowling wolf. Why had he become so nice all of a sudden?

As I expected, in order to gain his trust, I had to act as gently as possible in front of him.