Revenge After Death



"Don't trust anyone. Don't trust anyone around you..." Linda grabbed my wrist anxiously, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and unease.

Michael stared at Steven, his face filled with seriousness. Then, he turned to Linda in panic. "Is this what you were too scared to tell me?"

Linda cowered behind Michael, clutching my wrist tightly in terror. She refused to release her grip. Her eyes were red, and she appeared utterly genuine.

"Dad... wanted to protect you, and I... want to protect you too," Linda cried, shaking her head. She begged me not to be with Steven.

"Stephie, Linda didn't inform me earlier. She only requested that I separate you from Steven... I can't believe that he's truly affiliated with the organization." Michael was furning.

He glared at Steven with a mix of anger and caution. "Steven, what do you plan to do?"

"Stephie." Steven pulled me into his embrace.

He warned Michael and Linda, "Stay away from her!"

This was likely the first time Michael had heard Linda say such words. He forcefully pushed Steven aside and then pulled me toward him. "Steven, you should be the one staying away from her! I won't allow you to harm her again."

Steven's pale fingers tightly gripped the umbrella handle as he nervously looked at me.

Michael tightly gripped my wrist and said, "Stephanie, don't believe him. I had always thought he was scary and a lunatic since I met him. Come with me..."

"Haha... Two lunatics make the perfect pair, don't they?" Yasmin said anxiously, clearly fearful that I would leave with Michael. She was worried that if I left with Michael, he would leave her alone.

I turned to her with a deliberate smile and replied, "As I mentioned earlier, it's perfectly fine for me to leave with you. But you have to send her away. I don't want to see her."

"Mike, you should know that I'll die if I leave you in my current situation." Yasmin instantly became alert and looked at Michael in panic. She would cling to Michael until her last breath.

Michael fell silent for a moment. "Stephie, I can send her away..."

I chuckled. "Don't make this harder for yourself. Even if you send her away, you'll still take care of her, support her with your money, and take care of her behind my back, won't you?"

Yasmin looked at Michael with teary eyes. "Mike..."

Michael spoke nervously, struggling to find the right words to explain himself. It seemed like my intuition was spot on.

"Stephie, I assure you that she'll never live with us again. I can send her off, but she's still an employee of the Ford Group. Her current circumstances... I just can't fire her," Michael explained in a hushed tone, almost pleading with me.

I pulled my hand away from Michael's grip and shook my head in disbelief. He simply couldn't grasp that love, at its core, was selfish. No one would tolerate their partner unconditionally caring for another woman, especially when that woman was Yasmin, the one who killed "Stephanie."

Interestingly, Michael was moved by his deep love and regret. Yet, he didn't feel that he had done

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"Stephie," Steven finally called out, holding an umbrella for me. He stood completely in the rain. Even when I was being dragged over by Michael, his umbrella was always over my head.

"Are you affiliated with the organization?" I inquired, looking at Steven.

Steven lowered his gaze without providing any explanation.

"When did it happen?" I asked again.

Steven's eyes were slightly red. He had glared at Michael with such obvious hostility, but now he was feigning vulnerability. However, his trick really seemed to work on me.

"The year we... failed to escape," Steven uttered, lifting his gaze to meet mine. Although he didn't elaborate, his pleading eyes spoke volumes. He was silently pleading for my trust.

That was the year when I lost my memory in a car accident. I lived a normal life by myself and became involved with Michael. Eventually, I fell in love with him.

As I took a deep breath, a burning sensation filled my throat. I wondered what he did behind my back when I wasn't around.

Michael frowned and looked at Steven, raising his hand to signal me to come over. "Stephie, he admitted it. This lunatic is truly dangerous."

"Stephany... come with us." Linda grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me away.

Michael also wished to take me away. However, Steven remained standing there, his eyes filled with a profound sadness. Yet, he never uttered a word to stop me.