Revenge After Death

Steven immediately climbed onto the bed, laying on the edge. He seemed very energetic and kept

staring at me.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” I was frightened by his stare. The trauma of my previous life before my death shrouded me.

Although I had accepted the fact that I had been reborn, it was difficult for me to sleep with the

murderer.

“Stephie, they won’t let you out unless you’re pregnant.”

He said seriously, “They come and watch us every 24 hours. And the meals we eat… all have aphrodisiacs.”

Upon hearing that, I sat up abruptly and tried to spit out what I had eaten. “You should’ve told me that earlier!”

“It’s useless. The fragrance in the air will make us horny too…”

Steven smiled sarcastically. I wondered if it was my illusion. At that moment, I felt a sense of strong coldness from him.

“Have you never thought about resisting? Even when they’re doing this to you?” I asked tentatively. Was it because he was hurt and tortured by the Lincoln family that his mind distorted? Was that the reason which caused him to commit those murders?

He looked into the distance and said in a low voice, “I never thought that… I’d lose something I wanted to protect. But now, I want to resist.”

I couldn’t understand it, but I seemed to recall some memories from the deepest parts of my mind.

“Stephie, what do you want to do?” He looked back at me and asked me seriously.

“I want to leave. I want to…”

I wanted to find the murderer. I wanted Yasmin to get retribution. I even wanted.to see Michael

repent.

“I can “Stephie, as long as you don’t lie to

I whatever you want.” Steven looked at me seriously

me…”

I felt a little guilty for no reason. “Okay.”

He smiled innocently.

“How did you hurt your throat? Where did you get the scars on your body?” I pretended to be relaxed as I tried to understand him better.

“Fire… Fire in the orphanage…” He suddenly turned his back on me, only mentioning the fire in the

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I looked at his back quietly. It turned out that when he became silent, his body could also express his

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Looking at his back, I felt his loneliness and helplessness. I subconsciously wanted to reach out to comfort him, but I was soon shocked by my own thoughts.

Was I crazy? I shouldn’t be deceived by this monster even though he was good–looking.

Unconsciously, I fell into a deep sleep. As Steven said, the fragrance in the room smelled of lust and

made me hot.

I almost woke up from the heat and kicked the blanket irritably, forgetting that I was sleeping with a

dangerous person.

He covered the blanket back on me, but I kicked it away several times.

From beginning to end, his breathing was hot, as if he was holding back.

“It’s so hot…” I grabbed Steven’s arm, delirious. He immediately took a glass of cold water and splashed it on my face.

I woke

up

in shock, sat up, and looked at him warily. “What are you doing?”

He looked at me seriously. “If you don’t consent to it, I won’t touch you.”

“Is pregnancy necessary?” I asked irritably and then angrily picked up the glass to throw it at the door. “You perverts! You’re all crazy!”

“For them, having an heir exceeds moral values.” Steven’s voice was still hoarse. The fire had destroyed his vocal cords.

With such an angelic face, he should have had a beautiful voice in the past.

“I’m going to sleep. I’ll be fine after I fall asleep.” I turned over irritably, facing away from him.

He whispered hoarsely, “You’ve really… forgotten me.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about and couldn’t respond. My body was so hot and uncomfortable that I could only force myself to sleep.

In my daze, I had a dream. In it, a delightful voice called out my name, “Stephie, come here…” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Steven, let’s meet at the orphanage on Saturday. You can wait for me there. I want to ask you about the college entrance examination questions.

“Steven, wait for me at the orphanage…

“Steven, wait for me…”