Revenge After Death



The attic of the mountaintop villa had been cleaned thoroughly.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Under my threats, Michael had converted the attic into a sterile ward, equipped with all sorts of medical equipment.

Steven had yet to regain consciousness. He had to stay in a sterile environment in order to prevent his wounds from getting infected.

He had been living in the basement for so long. Now, he could feel the sun's warmth

Steven slept for a whole 12 hours before slowly waking up. When he did, he looked at the sunlight outside the window. He probably thought he was still dreaming.

I continue to sit beside the bed watching him.

He wasn't at all shocked when he first saw me. Instead, he smiled and said, 'This dream is wonderful, Stephie." It was a wonderful dream, with sunlight and me around.

I just stared at him, my mood looking glum.

It took Steven some time to realize that he wasn't dreaming. He immediately shot up, his expression started changing. "Stephie..."

He had a nervous expression as he looked around anxiously. There wasn't any hint of color on his face due to his severe injuries.

The chain on his neck clinked loudly. Steven looked down in shock, gripping the metal chain that stretched all the way to the corner of the room.

"Stephie." He started to look anxious.

I looked at him coldly as I slowly made my way over. He had clearly realized that I had regained all my memories.

"You're angry with me, aren't you, Stephie?" Steven looked nervous, staring down like a guilty puppy.

He thought I would blame him for taking matters into his own hands, for messing with my memories, and for planning all of this.

"Who do you think you are?" I reached out to pull at the chain around his neck, forcing him to look at me. How dare you be so presumptuous to think that what you're doing is for my own good, Steven?"

Steven's eyes reddened as he looked away, unable to meet my eyes.

"You brought me back repeatedly and erased my memories, only to push me to someone else?" I chuckled coldly. "How dare you, Steven?'

He nervously clenched his fists. "Stephie..."

He couldn't say anything else other than my name.

"He's awake," Michael said, standing begrudgingly at the door. He looked at Steven and started to explain, "It's got nothing to do with me. I didn't say anything, she..."

"Leave!" I yelled, looking at him angrily.

Michael swiftly turned around and fled. It was as if he knew that I might kill him if he didn't leave fast enough. "Stephie," Steven carefully called for me.

My eyes were red, and my body trembled with anger.

He looked down diffidently, unable to meet my gaze. Under the sterile bedding was his leg, which wasn't fully healed.

"Steven," I called out, cruelly pressing my hand against the wound on his leg. "Does it hurt?"

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

Steven frowned and trembled in pain, yet his gaze remained downcast.

"How dare you hurt your body? You're mine-every inch of your body is mine. Did you get my permission to do this?' I asked, choked with emotions.

He did not reply to me.

"If you dare to mess with my memories again, I'll kill you first before committing suicide, Steven." I pulled at the chain, forcing Steven to face me once again.

His eyes were red as he looked at me, and he only spoke after a while, "Stephie."

He wanted to tell me something but seemed too afraid to speak.

"Let me leave, Stephie." Steven wanted to leave me to continue with his plan.

"Dream on." I pulled at his chain. "I've thrown the key away. No one will be able to let you out."

"Stephie," he pleaded.

"Tell me who exactly is the mastermind behind Genome Society." I grabbed his neck.

Steven was taken aback. He then averted his gaze, seemingly fearful. "I've not seen them."

"You never lie to my face, Steven." I slowly tightened my grip around his neck.

He frowned, keeping his lips sealed tight.

"It's someone you know or are familiar with, right? Otherwise, why wouldn't you dare to tell me?" I made a guess.

Steven continued to remain silent.