Revenge After Death

Ewan meant that Steven would leave Ignatius alive, but Martin wouldn’t.

I didn’t say anything. I knew it wasn’t something I could stop. Once Martin got rid of Ignatius, I would be

next.

On my way back to Steven’s house, I texted Rachel, ‘Rach, Martin had Steve forcibly taken to an asylum.

What can I do to get him out?”

Rachel cursed. “Fuck! Look, don’t panic. Tell me where the asylum is; I’ll try to think of something.

There weren’t many people I could trust now–Rachel was definitely one of them. I sent her the asylum’s address. Soon, however, she replied and told me there wasn’t any record of Steven being admitted there.

My heart clenched as I gave Ewan a fearful look. “Are you sure they took Steve to the asylum?”

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“Stop the car!” I yelled. “Go after that car from earlier, Ewan!”

Instead of doing that, he pulled over and turned to look at me. “The most important thing now is to keep

you

and the baby safe, Mrs. Lincoln. That’s my priority.”

“Well, mine is to ensure Steve’s safety. Did Martin have him taken to the asylum or not?” My temples were

throbbing. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed Steven to get into the car.

Ewan soon received a phone call. I vaguely heard the person on the line say the asylum’s people had gotten into an accident on the way there. An overloaded truck had crashed into them and sent the car

flying down the cliff. Everyone in the car had died.

My vision turned black for a split second. I grabbed Ewan’s shirt with trembling he

what happened.”

nd said, “Tell me….

“An accident happened.” Ewan’s voice seemed to be getting further from me. My vision blurred, and the ringing in my ears grew louder.

“Stephanie…

*Stephany?”

There were various noises around me. Then, I lost consciousness,

When I came to, I was already lying in my room at Steven’s villa. I shot up and staggered out of the room. I wanted to hear that Steven was safe and sound, but the villa was completely empty. I was alone. Even Leo was gone.

Suddenly, Stevie barked in the courtyard. I saw a figure climb over the wall, followed by several more. I

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knew they were here to get rid of me.

We now lived in a civilized society, but behind affluent families like the Lincolns lived a group of criminals who couldn’t care less about the law.

Stevie bared its teeth and snarled at the men. It pounced on them when they weren’t paying attention, making them howl in pain.

I hurriedly reached for my phone, wanting to call the police. Stevie was only a dog–it wouldn’t hold out for long.

But when I pulled out my phone, I noticed the traces of blood under my nails. It took me aback. I checked my hands carefully–I wasn’t injured, so where had the blood come from?

This wasn’t the time to think any further. I called the cops, then grabbed a club from the corner and ran downstairs.

I saw the men holding Stevie down. It was no match for them.

“Let the dog go!” I cried. Then, I saw the man in the lead brandish a knife and swing it toward Stevie’s neck.

“No, don’t!“I shrieked. I ran forward but tripped and fell onto the grass.

Suddenly, there was a shout of pain. Stevie had bitten one of the men and broken free. It ran toward me.

It was covered in blood, and it whimpered in my arms.

My eyes turned red, and my fingers trembled, “Stevie.