My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

"So, a fire that big didn't kill you? You have a tough life. Let's see if I can strangle you!"

"Your grandpa is a stubbom old coot your dad bit the dust too soon, and you will also... Ahh!!"

In the midst of his struggle, Onion grabbed a desk lamp from the table and smashed it against her arm, causing photographs to scatter all over the floor.

Katherine screamed and let go. Just as she was about to continue finishing him off, she saw the photos scattered on the ground.

The photos were of a pure, innocent, and beautiful little girl. She had seen this girl with Mr. Lopez at a party before, the girl was the darling of the Nightshade family.

Orion coughed violently and crawled over to pick up the photos, but she grabbed them first, laughing maniacally.

"Look what I found!"

*So, you like the young miss of the Nightshade family, huh? You've been secretly taking photos of her and hiding them. Such a young pervert! Did y your short- lived dad know about this?"

"Look at your scarred face, you're ugly enough to scare a ghost! Do you deserve her?"

"Aren't you afraid you'll scare her to tears? Hahaha.

"Give them back! Give them to me!"

Orion rushed over to grab the photos, but she kicked him away.

"So, you little bastard can talk, huh?"

"You've been pretending all along! Just like your father, deceiving me until the end!"

"You both deserve to die. I won't just kill you; I'll make you watch as everything you love gets destroyed!"

She pulled out a lighter and set the photos on fire.

The eerie flames slowly burned the smiling face of the little girl, illuminating the woman's crazed, twisted expression.

Orion's dark pupils tightened into narrow slits, a deep, shocking red of murderous intent flickering within.

He grabbed a Swiss Army knife from nearby, ran over, and slashed the woman's arm.

Katherine's triumphant laughter was cut short by a scream of pain. Clutching her wounded arm, she stumbled back. Before she could react, the boy pushed her down the stairs.

"Ah-"

The staircase at Serene Retreat House was twisted and tumed, spanning several meters The woman's screams echoed throughout the villa, waking all the sleeping servants.

Theodore rushed out without even putting on his clothes, seeing Katherine lying in a pool of blood in the hall, lifeless.

And at the top of the stairs stood his grandson, holding a blood-dripping knife.

His eyes were deep and vacant, staring at the woman's corpse below as if devoid of all humanity.

"Quick, call Fabian over!"

Theodore ran up and covered the boy's eyes with his hands.

He feared that if a psychologist didn't intervene immediately, Orion would be ruined.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Ori, it's okay now. You're safe."

"Grandpa's here."

On Saturday, Xanthea, dressed in a canary yellow down jacket and m

carrying a petite bamboo basket bag, arrived half an hour early at their meeting spot, patiently waiting for Orion.

The winter morning breeze brushed her face with its unique coldness, making her huddle her neck, herm Ve small head buried in the fluffy hood, looking like a cute little yellow duck. Passersby couldn't help but tum to look at her, "She's so cute!"

Today, she planned to spend the entire day with Or at the amusement park. And if they still weren't satisfied, N she'd take him back to her place. Her parents and brothers hadn't met him yet!