My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Matthew?

Why on earth is he calling?

Xanthea frowned slightly, swiping to decline the call, but it rang again, persistent as if refusing to give up without a response.

“Hello?”

“Xan.”

Matthew’s voice was erratic and floaty, as if he were drunk, with loud club music in the background. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you at a bar?”

“Do you even remember what today is? It’s our 15th anniversary of meeting each other. You used to plan little surprises for me way in advance, even for the smallest occasions. This year, you haven’t even made a call. Xan, are you too busy, or did I disappoint you

somehow

“Bartender, an another drink!”

He was clearly drunk, slumring his words and stumbling around. Xanthea couldn’t be bothered to listen to the complaints of a drunkard, so she directly ended the call.

“Xan, Xan don’t hang up, please”

“I miss you, I miss you so much. It’s only been a few days but I can’t focus on anything. I must be in love with you, truly in love”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for always trying to use you, and for my relationship with Miranda. It’s all my fault, can we start over again please?”

“Please.

Matthew was in a drunken haze, tears of remorse streaming down his face. He glanced up and saw a floral sundress, the one he had given Xanthea as a gift on last Valentine’s Day, Looking further up, he noticed the butterfly hair clip on the right side of her hair–it was customized for her from Willowdale.

“Xan? Xen, is that you? Did you come to find me?”

“I knew it, you wouldn’t be mad at me. You love me the most, you wouldn’t forget our big day.”

In his excitement, Matthew grabbed her by the sleeves. The girl smoothly sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed. his cheek flirtatiously, “Of course, Matt, Xan loves you the most

Xanthea, being affectionate and even kissing him!

All his life, she wouldn’t even let him touch her hand!

Overjoyed, Matthew kissed her back passionately, and amidst the noisy bar she whispered in his ear, “Matt, let’s go to the hotel?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Hearing his reply, Miranda seethed with venomous hatred.

Xanthea, you hariot!

For years, she was treated like a lapdog of the Nightshade family; and now, when getting tired of me, they wanted to poison her to death!

She had thought she had her father and brother’s genuine affection in this household.

Until she heard her brother’s words…

Even if Xanthea stabbed her repeatedly, would he probably ask if Xanthea was tired or not?

It was all an illusion; everyone in the Nightshade family deserved to perish!

During her time in the hospital, she endured agony and vowed revenge. If she couldn’t ruin Xanthea’s career, then she’d dismantle her love life. She would seduce her beloved Matthew. More so, she would use him and the Martinez Group to gradually take over the Nightshade Group. And they would all regret what they had done to her today!

As Xanthea hung up the phone, preparing to text Orion, her phone was abruptly snatched away by Ryan.