My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

It seemed like everything in this world was either something Xanthea desired or didn’t bother about, with no middle ground. And it seemed everyone favored and adored her unconditionally, no matter her actions. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But Isabella, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how high she climbed, no matter how strong she pretended to be, always felt like a mere shadow in her presence.

Isabella questioned fiercely, “What exactly is your relationship with Chairman Lockwood?”

Xanthea raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “It’s something you’ll never be able to replicate.”

“You!”

Isabella clenched her teeth, furious. Xanthea always knew exactly how to strike at her weakest points.

“Bye, copycat”

Xanthea brushed past her, leaving Isabella watching her retreat, her fury nearly palpable. “What are you so proud of, Xanthea? Even if you have everything, you’ll always be a loser in love!”

“When you were head over heels for Matthew, he was busy flirting with your dear stepsister, sparks flying everywhere!”

“Isn’t it ironic? Life gave you beauty, brains, talent, and a wealthy family background. And yet, what good did it do? You still blindly fell for a man who mooches off women, losing to your stepsister who’s nothing compared to you. Talk about karma!”

“One day, you’ll end up with nothing, abandoned by the ones you love!”

Her tirade echoed like thunder, halting Xanthea in her tracks. She slowly turned around, disbelief etched across her face.

How could Isabella know about Matthew and Miranda’s affair? How could she predict her tragic fate from a past life?

Seeing the absurdity on Xanthea’s face, Isabella knew she didn’t believe her. Well, it didn’t matter. Sooner or later…

“How did you know about Matthew and Miranda behind my back?”

Before Isabellá knew it, Xanthea had rushed up to her, her hands trembling as they gripped Isabella’s collar.

Isabella was stunned.

Xanthea was so agitated. Did she believe it? How could she?

Wasn’t Xanthea always blindly loyal to Matthew, dismissing any negativity as slander or jealousy? There had been similar accusations. before, why would she believe it this time?

And for someone who had always lived surrounded by love and beauty, how could she believe such a cruel statement?

“I’ve known all along.”

Isabella jerked her hands free from Xanthea’s grip.

“Back in high school, did you think everyone was as blinded by love as you? So naive that they couldn’t see what was blatantly obvious to everyone else.”

So that was it.

Matthew and Miranda’s first affair wasn’t just in the backyard of their home, but earlier, way back in high school, so obvious that even classmates could see it, everyone except her, kept in the dark!

Xanthea’s eyes narrowed, a hint of malice flickering through. “Those cheating dogs!”

When Xanthea cursed, Isabella’s eyes widened in shock.

In her memory, Xanthea, the rich heiress, had only ever used sweet, cloying tones to call ‘Matt, treating Miranda even better than her own sister. But now, to hear such words flow so easily from her!

Had Xanthea begun to see the truth as well?

It was astonishing indeed! Isabella had thought someone so deeply infatuated would never realize, or even if Xanthea did, she would find endless excuses for Matthew.

But Isabella had discovered a rather intriguing phenomenon.