Revenge After Death

"Stephie... you have to take it. I won't let you remember him. You'll stay by my side like a normal girl. I'll protect you, and we'll get married and have our own children.

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"Stephie, you're not in pain, are you?" Michael said softly while squatting beside the bed.

He brought the pill to my lips. "Stephie, be good."

"You're disgusting," I spat at him.

"Stephie, Steven isn't dead but severely injured. My men found him before the Lincolns did." Michael's gaze darkened and his voice turned icy.

He was threatening me again.

He had always been threatening me.

My voice trembled. "You think I'll believe you?"

Steven wasn't dead.

"See. He has a strong will to live." He showed me a picture on his phone of Steven, who was bloodied and barely alive.

Michael continued to threaten me.

"T'll take it." I took the pill from his hand and swallowed it.

Michael didn't trust me. He grabbed my face and checked to make sure I actually swallowed the pill before letting go of his hands.

"Stephie, have a good sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be better." He believed that after taking the medication and sleeping, I would forget everything.

"Mr. Ford! Mr. Ford! Ms. Bailey is screaming about suicide!"

The nanny rushed in panic.

I stared at Michael quietly.

Michael glanced at me in hesitation as always, and chose to go to Yasmin.

The same old story. He professed his love for me, yet couldn't let go of his first love.

"Ugh." [ran to the bathroom and vomited, trying to get the pills out of my throat.

But it was too late. I couldn't vomit anything.

Previously , Michael wasn't so vigilant. I would pretend to take the medication but actually hiding it under my tongue. This time, I had to swallow it in front of him.

The medication likely had sedative components. I fell asleep heavily as soon as I hit the bed.

I wondered what I would forget when I woke up.

I wondered if I would still remember Steven the next day.

Steven wasn't dead. He was with Michael.

He was severely injured.

I mustn't forgot about this Ihad to find a way to tell Rachel and Zion that Steven was with Michael.

"Stephie?"

In a daze, I heard a hoarse voice calling my name.

The window must had been opened. A cool breeze was blowing in He gently kissed my forehead. "Stephie, I'm here to take you home."

"Stephie, shall we go home?

"Don't forget me again. It's painful."

I struggled to open my eyes and clung to his hand.

He seemed surprised. "Stephie, you remember me, don't you?"

"Steven..." I called his name hoarsely.

He hugged me tightly and said while sobbing, "Honey, let's go home."

Suddenly, the door was kicked open. The room's light became blinding.

I panicked, and tried to open my eyes.

"Steven, I've been waiting for you." It was Michael's voice.

So Steven wasn't in his hands. He was using me to lure Steven out.

"I made a deal with Martin. Whether you live or die after I hand you over is none of my concern," Michael's voice was low.