Revenge After Death



"She's not Stephanie Carlson... She's Stephany Larson..." Linda trembled uncontrollably, as if unable to resist the effects of the drug. "She was hypnotized to believe she's Stephanie Carlson..."

According to Linda's statement, Stephany and Peter were colluding together. I was never Stephanie Carlson; I had always been Stephany Larson.

Stephanie had died since the police discovered her body in that glass cabinet. Peter's hypnosis had successfully deceived me into believing otherwise.

Nancy grabbed my hair, slamming my head against the wall. Blood trickled down my forehead.

Ha... What a joke I was.

"Stephany Larson, you and Peter were in cahoots. Peter was always a traitor to the organization." Nancy tightened her grip on my hair, forcing me to look at Linda.

"Did you hear what she said? Her father hypnotized you, making you forget everything and implanting Stephanie's memories into you. All this was to fabricate the illusion that you were Stephanie Carlson reincarnated.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Peter provided you with lots of Stephanie's information, including the experimental records and observation diary the organization had on her... You studied them thoroughly so that you could easily impersonate Stephanie."

Nancy smiled and continued, "You're not Stephanie Carlson. You're Stephany Larson! To make it more convincing, Peter had to help you deceive yourself. Only when you believed yourself to be Stephanie Carlson would others believe you..."

Nancy looked at me with pity in her eyes. "You're nothing but a poor creature who doesn't even know who

you are...

"Peter's hypnosis made you firmly believe that you're Stephanie Carlson. So when you woke up in Stephany Larson's body, you believed you had reincarnated...

"This was just a false premise, a ploy you and Peter came up with to reveal the existence of Genome Society, to expose us to the police..."

Nancy suddenly pushed me away. She instructed her assistant in a low voice, "Get rid of her and throw her into the sea. Make it look like a suicide."

Stephany Larson had a social identity, so Nancy couldn't dispose of me like other experimental subjects and leave no trace behind.

Nancy's assistant was visibly nervous. "But there might be consequences if our superiors find out we acted without orders. Plus, Crowdstar Group has just taken her under their wing. If we kill her now- "

Nancy interrupted her with a sharp slap across her assistant's face, her composure unraveling. "I said, kill her! I'll take the blame alone! We'll simply inform Crowdstar Group that she died on her own! This woman must die no matter what!"

Her assistant glanced at me anxiously, clearly concerned about potential repercussions from higher-ups. "Why involve others when you can do it yourself? Don't you have the courage?" I challenged, leaning against the wall and forcibly swallowing the blood in my mouth.

My heart throbbed with pain. Despite the evidence, I struggled to accept that I was not Stephanie Carlson but Stephany Larson.

If it were true, it wouldn't be fair to Steven...

So, my memories were implanted through hypnosis, huh? It seemed that I had fooled myself quite effectively.

"What are you waiting for? Kill me!" I shouted at Nancy, realizing that my chance of survival in Nancy's laboratory was nonexistent.

Believing Linda's and Nancy's words had left me hopeless.

If I was indeed Stephany Larson, then I should end it all here and now. That way, I wouldn't have to continue deceiving Steven.

Steven had suffered enough from losing the real Stephanie Carlson. Now that he had another Stephanie Carlson with him, I should let him spend the rest of his life with her.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" Nancy sneered, turning around to retrieve highly concentrated drugs from the medicine cabinet. "Once I inject this into your bloodstream, you'll be gone in seconds!"

Nancy's face contorted with grim determination as she approached me with the syringe. Her assistant tried to intervene but was mercilessly kicked away.

"I don't give a damn whether you're Stephany Larson or Stephanie Carlson. Both of you deserve to die! Especially Stephanie Carlson... If it weren't for her, Andy wouldn't have died..."

Suddenly, she chuckled darkly. "Well, it's not so bad now that he's dead... After all, he never loved me... So, it's good that he's gone..."

It all clicked into place for me. Nancy had been consumed by unrequited love for Andy Lincoln, driving her to madness.

"Andy Lincoln didn't have any feelings for you..." I taunted her with a cold smile.