Revenge After Death



I wasn't the woman Steven loved.

"Steven Lincoln, who is the woman staying at your place?" Rachel questioned Steven sternly as she emerged from the doctor's office, relieved to hear that I was out of danger.

It seemed that Rachel had discovered Steven had brought Stephanie No. 2 home, but she hadn't met her yet. Given her close bond with Stephanie, Rachel would likely be surprised upon meeting Stephanie No.2.

"Well? Say something!" Rachel pressed on, her frustration evident. "Stephie was taken by Nancy, and you stayed at home with that woman as if nothing happened?"

Steven remained silent.

"Hey, hey, hey... Rachel, I told you not to meddle in this matter." Zion rushed over, pulling her away with one arm.

"Let go of me! What is he thinking? I thought Michael was a jerk, but it turns out Steven is no better! If Stephie doesn't wake up, I'll beat him to death!" Rachel struggled angrily.

"Who's the woman, Stev-"Rachel's tirade halted abruptly as she froze, staring at the newcomer with a mix of shock and disbelief.

It was Stephanie No. 2, confidently walking toward us and openly revealing herself.

I had expected Steven to keep her hidden, but apparently not. How would she explain her presence? Oh, right. She was Nancy's daughter.

"Stephie..." Rachel exclaimed in astonishment, then glanced at me lying unconscious in the ward. She was momentarily bewildered.

"Stephie?" She pushed Zion aside and hurried toward Stephanie No. 2.

Stephanie No. 2 looked at her indifferently. Avoiding Rachel's approach, she asked in a low tone, "Who are you?"

Rachel looked at her in surprise, certain that she was indeed Stephanie... But this Stephanie didn't recognize her.

"She's not Stephanie Carlson," Zion quickly clarified to Rachel.

"To be precise, she's not the Stephanie Carlson you know. She's Nancy's daughter. She's Stephanie Carlson's identical twin who shares the same genes as her."

Rachel's disappointment was evident in her eyes. "I knew it... No matter how alike they are, she can't possibly be Stephie."

"I'm certainly not Stephanie Carlson," Stephanie No. 2 admitted. "Stephanie and I are not typical twins. We're genetically identical cloned twins. You can call me Una."

Una was her nickname, given to her because she was experimental subject No. 21.

"Nancy will never wake up. The organization will take all necessary measures to eliminate risks, so she will die," Una asserted, glancing at Zion. "The police can't stop them."

"Committing murder right under our noses? Ha, those people think we're pushovers?" Eason scoffed in disbelief.

Una shook her head, then walked over to Steven's side.

"She's not Stephanie Carlson," she reiterated to Steven, emphasizing that I was Stephany Larson and not Stephanie Carlson.

Steven remained motionless.

"If you insist on having an exact copy of Stephanie Carlson, I'm clearly more suitable than Stephany Larson. I possess all of Stephanie Carlson's memories. If you want, I can impersonate her better than Stephany Larson," Una said calmly, hoping Steven wouldn't delude himself any further.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I stood by helplessly, acknowledging Una's superiority in resembling Stephanie Carlson, the woman Steven loved.

"Come home with me," Una urged Steven, opening her arms to him.

I stood there stiffly, feeling a sense of discomfort.

Was this what jealousy felt like? Una was getting on my nerves. Everything about her, from head to toe, irritated me especially her appearance.

"Don't embrace her..." I murmured, feeling a profound sense of injustice. I was almost on the verge of

tears.

Yet, what right did I have to stop Steven?

If Stephanie Carlson was truly gone, and he had to choose between me and Una as her substitute, I clearly didn't stand a chance.