Revenge After Death



"He had no feelings for that wife the Lincoln family forced him to marry. He loved me, not her!" Fazed by my words, Nancy seized my neck, attempting to plunge the syringe into my vein.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She was delusional, convinced that Andy's love was hers to claim.

Perhaps Andy was deeply in love with another woman, but that woman wouldn't have been Nancy, who was so selfish and obsessive.

"The thought of my blood carrying your genes... truly disgusts me," I remarked, finding it sickening.

Regardless of who I was, both Stephanie and Stephany shared Nancy's DNA.

"Disgusting? Haha... Even if Andy never loved me, his son is hopelessly drawn to my genes!" Nancy laughed maniacally, reveling in her delusions of revenge.

"Even a genius like Steven Lincoln can't resist the allure of my genes... With Stephanie No. 2 in my grasp, he's completely under my control," Nancy declared, convinced of her power over Steven.

As my body had weakened from the effects of the toxic gas I had inhaled, Nancy managed to slowly insert the syringe into my neck. She injected euthanasia meant for small animals.

Feeling a surge of heat coursing through me, I knew my chances of survival were slim.

"Steven... isn't as weak as you think," I muttered through gritted teeth, grabbing Nancy's wrist and using all my strength to pin her down.

Seizing the syringe from her hand, I drove it into her neck, declaring, "Let's go to hell together..."

Only with Nancy dead could Steven be safe.

Blood poured uncontrollably from my mouth, my eyes reddening as if blood were about to seep from them. As my body convulsed, I felt my heart growing numb...

Nancy stared at me in horror. Before her assistant could pull me away, I injected the remaining lethal dose from the syringe into her body.

Twitching uncontrollably in pain, I convulsed on the ground as consciousness slipped away. I was experiencing my second death...

I marveled at Peter's hypnotic skills. If I truly was Stephany Larson, he had indeed done a remarkable job in hypnotizing me. He even implanted Stephanie Carlson's experience with death into my memories.

Therefore, when death came knocking again, I wasn't as afraid. Instead, I felt a sense of peace.

The drug began to take effect in Nancy's body too, causing her body to convulse. She gazed at me as if this wasn't the end.

"The Rebels... won't succeed," she croaked.

My vision dimmed. I curled up in the corner and slowly closed my eyes. My tears mixed with the blood streaming down my cheeks.

"Steven..." I whispered Steven's name in my final moment, realizing I had indeed fallen for him-deeper than I realized.

But alas, I might not be Stephanie Carlson, the one he truly loved.

My love felt meaningless and worthless.

"Stay alive... Steven..."

"Stephie!

"Stephanie!

"Wake up...