My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Xanthea stared at Isabella in disbelief, thinking she must be lying. Yet Isabella gave a perfectly reasonable explanation, “I did see Matthew and Miranda being intimate in the woods at school, but I didn’t take any photos.”

“Impossible, that’s impossible.”

“You lied to me? You lied to me?!”

Xanthea was completely stunned. In an instant, her teeth clenched, and her eyes turned red in anger. She urged forward like a provoked little creature, gripping Isabella’s collar and yelling furiously, “Isabella, you lied to me!”

“Ms. Nightshade, Ms. Nightshade, please calm down.”

Wendy, who was standing nearby, was stunned and hurried over to calm things down.

Isabella stopped her, resignedly closing her eyes, “Xanthea, these years I’ve been blinded by jealousy, constantly trying to oppose and deceive you. You can hit me, curse me, punish me however you want; I won’t resist.”

Hit her, curse her? Would it help?

Because of one careless remark, all of her meticulous plans and efforts felt like a joke, like a court jester.

Especially since it had hurt Orion so deeply.

She couldn’t bear to think how much pain he must be feeling; that laughter almost tore her heart to shreds.

“Isabella, I hate you; I hate you! I hate you so much!”

She roared with all her might, while Isabella, overwhelmed with guilt, didn’t know how much those photos meant to her, nor how to comfort or make amends to her now.

“Xanthea, L…

“Get out.”

Xanthea pushed her away and walked outside.

Isabella was frightened by her pale face and dazed expression. Unsettled, she followed her out only to see her walk directly into a downpour.

She quickly grabbed an umbrella and ran after her, “Xanthea, Xanthea what are you doing? Even without those photos, you shouldn’t…”

“Leave! Just go! I told you to leave!”

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anthea pushed her away, knocking her down into a puddle, her eyes burning with hatred.

She would never forgive her, would she?

Dark clouds loomed over the city as the rain poured down like waterfalls. The thick raindrops hitting the girl’s delicate face made it impossible to tell if it was rain or tears.

Photos, revenge–none of it mattered anymore…

She only wanted Orion, only Orion.

At the Crestwood CBD Business Center, Twin Towers.

On the top floor, the president’s office was pitch black. Occasionally, flashes of lightning pierced through the clouds and illuminated the large transparent floor–to–ceiling windows, briefly lighting up the man sitting in the dark with a sinister expression.

He held a cold, hard, long metal chain, which made a pleasant clinking sound with each movement. As if thinking something, he showed a chilling smile.

*This chain is pink; Xan would probably like it,”

He could already imagine it tied around her, making her look so pitifully, so alluring and irresistible.

“What to do? What should I do?”

Outside the office, Cedric paced back and forth in the lounge area like a headless fly. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, Jacob burst out of the elevator with a folder in hand, “Cedric, is the boss in his office? I have something very important to

report!”

“Never mind that now, there’s something even more urgent!”

Cedric grabbed him, and Jacob, curious, asked, “More important? What is it?”