Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 

“But I like it…” I whispered softly. 

I loved mango pudding, but ironically, I was allergic to mangoen. So every time I sneaked a purchase, Steven would cover for me, claiming it was his favorite. He only allowed me to have a little while eating the rest himself. 

He said he loved mango pudding. 

But in reality, it was “Stephanie” who loved it. 

He was just “forced” to like it. 

“Just a little then,” Steven said softly. He was ready to take me away. 

Michael stood rigid while trying to make an explanation. 

“Stephie… 

“I remember telling you ‘Stephanie‘ is allergic to mangoes.” Before, his ignorance was excusable, but now, 

his continued obliviousness seemed glaring. Love was apparent even in the little things. 

“Stephie, it’s not like that. Since you’re Stephany now, I assumed…” Michael was trying to explain that Stephany wasn’t allergic to mangoes. 

Still, he was subconsciously suspicious of my identity as Stephanie. 

Yet, he stubbornly and obsessively wanted to transform Stephany into Stephanie, 

He wanted to treat me like his puppet, a perfect substitute. 

love will 

“Michael, you’re as selfish as ever. You love no one, only yourself. Didn’t anyone ever tell you fade? Especially love that’s obtained through deception.” I retorted sarcastically while firmly holding 

Steven’s hand. 

He went to great lengths to deceive me, yet still failed to cherish what he had. 

Michael’s hands fell limply. He wanted to say he loved Stephanie. 

However, his throat seemed to hurt so much that he couldn’t speak. 

He had put in so much effort to make Stephanie love him, to become the lover in her heart. 

But in the end, he only moved himself. 

“If you don’t want Yasmin to die, let us go,” I spoke again while holding Steven’s hand firmly. 

I would not let go of him anymore.. 

I owed him too much. 

Steven’s aggression seemed much lessened perhaps because of my presence. He would look at me 

softly. 

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“Stephie, he’s bad. He always wants to take you away,” he whined again. 

I tightened my grip on his hand. 

Michael’s eyes darkened. In fact, he had no intention of letting us go. 

I knew he was stalling for time. Martin’s men were probably already on their way. 

“Mike, save me!” The threat to Yasmin escalated as the knife nicked her neck. She cried and begged 

Michael to save her. 

I looked into Michael’s eyes. He was waiting. 

Suddenly, I grabbed a knife from one of the guards and held it to my own neck. 

What if “Stephanie” died? 

“Stephie…” Steven panicked and looked at me helplessly. 

Michael, too, became frantic. “Stephie…” 

“Let us go.” My gloomy eyes were fixed on him.