Chapter 123
“Please don’t fall for him anymore…”
As I stepped into Steven’s room, he suddenly pressed me against the wall.
He pleaded with me not to fall for Michael anymore.
“I don’t like him anymore,” I muttered.
“Lies…” He accused me of lying.
“I…” I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a kiss.
My breaths were hot, and the room seemed to heat up.
I was still afraid of him. When he became serious, he was terrifying.
When I called him by his nickname, he seemed to regain some composure.
Indeed, his icy gaze softened momentarily when I called him Steve. He took a deep breath and let go of me, likely concerned about hurting the baby I was carrying.
“Stephie, please don’t leave me again. Don’t lie to me,” he kept repeating.
It seemed like Stephanie had deceived him many times before.
But I couldn’t remember.
That night, Steven stubbornly clung to me and refused to release his grip. Perhaps I had caught
a cold in the rain, but I felt feverish and my head throbbed relentlessly.
Memories that didn’t belong to me slowly invaded my mind.
“To control Steven, you must be like Stephanie…
“You need to mimic everything about her. Even the simplest gestures and words should be just like Stephanie’s..
“Only then can you make sure Steven keeps you close. Then, you’ll gradually gain shares in the Lincoln Group.
“No… I’m Stephanie…”
I struggled with those memories in my dream.
Who was the person speaking?
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Was it the murderer? No, the voice wasn’t right.
“No, I’m Stephanie.”
I woke up suddenly, breathing heavily as I sat up.
Steven was sitting beside me, holding a towel and looking at me with concern.
“Steve…” I suddenly felt scared and instinctively clung to Steven.
He tensed for a moment before softly reassuring me. “Did you have a nightmare?”
I nodded. My thoughts were in a jumble.
Stephany had too many secrets.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” Steven’s voice was hoarse but comforting.
“Go back to sleep. You have a fever. You’ll feel better after some rest.”
I drifted off into a heavy sleep. Unaware of how long I had been asleep, I woke up to find it was already noon the next day.
“Steve…”
“Where’s Steven?” I asked as I stepped out.
“Mr. Lincoln is at the office,” the new maid informed me. I hadn’t realized the change in
household staff until now.
All the helpers were new faces.
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