Revenge After Death



"Let's go check on Stephany," Zion pulled Rachel away, fearing she might get emotional.

Rachel murmured softly, "You're lying... Stephie has reincarnated. She's alive..."

Zion sighed helplessly. "As a forensic scientist, you should think scientifically."

Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes as she responded, "Science hasn't taught me how to accept the death of my best friend! Compared to science, I'd rather believe Stephie is alive..."

Despite Rachel's faith in science, it provided no solace for the anguish of losing a loved one. Hence, it was no wonder she chose to believe otherwise.

Eason glanced at Steven before silently turning away. Una and I waited for Steven's response.

"Even if Stephie has turned into a dog, I'd still recognize her," Steven rebuffed Una's advances, his voice calm yet distant.

I couldn't help but find his response both amusing and bewildering. Looking up at Steven, my tears seemed to dry up before they threatened to fall.

How could he be so obstinate, to the point of absurdity?

"Who are you calling a dog?" I retorted hoarsely, attempting to grab his shirt but failing to reach him. Una suddenly laughed. "I'd love to see how far you'll delude yourself... Anyway, now that the laboratory is exposed, the organization will want to eliminate everything related to it—including me. If I want to survive, I'll need someone to protect me, Steven."

Approaching Steven, she continued, "I have the same genes as Stephanie Carlson flowing in my body. So, you'll protect me like how you protected her, won't you?"

Feeling a twinge of jealousy, I tried to shield Steven from Una's approach, but it was futile.

I glanced down at my hands, a strange feeling creeping over me.

During my previous ordeal, when my soul was extracted from my body, I experienced unprecedented pain and despair. However, this time, I felt something different intense jealousy and possessiveness.

For a fleeting moment, I entertained a delusion. Regardless of whether I truly was Stephanie Carlson, as long as Steven cared for me, I would never allow anyone else to claim him.

Since both Una and I were mere substitutes, why should I be the one to give up on him?

He was mine and mine alone. If anyone dared to take him from me... I would kill her.

I stood frozen, my gaze fixated on Una. I was consumed by an overwhelming urge to eradicate this clone. It was a chilling impulse that sent shivers down my spine.

"Stephie is awake!" Rachel exclaimed, rushing out of the ward to find the doctor.

I was momentarily stunned, and I felt the world spin around me.

"Stephie?"

As I opened my eyes, I found myself awake in my body, though I was still struggling to gain full control. The doctor hurried in, conducting a quick examination.

"The patient is still weak. She needs rest," he declared before leaving with his team.

Rachel remained by my bedside, tears glistening in her eyes as she clasped my hand. "Stephie... I'm so relieved you're awake."

Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary, she continued to cling to the belief that I was Stephanie. "Stephie..." Steven burst into the ward and cupped my face in his hands. His forehead was pressed against mine, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

His fear of losing me stirred something deep within me. It was a feeling I couldn't quite put into words. It was as if I had discovered the true purpose of my existence, the reason for being in this world.

At that moment, everything clicked into place. I realized that I had discovered a reason to keep living, a sense of purpose that had eluded me for so long.

After experiencing that killing game in the ruins and grappling with the madness of possessiveness in my heart, I knew I would never again entertain thoughts of self-harm or suicide.