Revenge After Death

“I got it…” I held onto my phone nervously, watching the man, eager to make a call to the cops.

This guy…he’s definitely the murderer.

“You can leave now,” he motioned with his hand.

I nodded and ran in a hurry.

“Don’t entertain any unrealistic fantasies. He just sees you as Stephanie, but he won’t actually develop feelings for you,” he warned as I reached the door.

I dashed out of the house without looking back, my legs felt weak.

Taking out my phone, I wanted to call the cops, but it took me a while to realize, what should I tell them?

That he was a murderer? Where was the evidence?

If I can’t provide proof, would I just be stirring up trouble?

But why was he staying in my house?

What’s going on? Was this a provocation?

Just as I stepped out of the hallway, I bumped into someone’s embrace. It was Steven.

He reached out and held me in his embrace, his voice hoarse. “Why do you keep running around…”

He was worried about me.

“You…” I held onto Steven tightly, seeking some sense of security.

The voice of the man upstairs and Steven’s voice sounded similar, both were hoarse and low.

“How do you always manage to find me?” I looked up at Steven and asked nervously.

Steven didn’t say anything.

“Do you have a tracker on me?” I continued to ask.

“Just…afraid you’ll get into trouble.” Steven averted his gaze.

I nervously glanced back, afraid the murderer upstairs might come out.

Holding Steven’s hand, I quickly led him away,

“Where’s the tracker?” I asked Steven.

Steven remained silent.

“You gonna talk or not?” 1 frowned, getting a little annoyed.

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Steven held my wrist and rubbed the bracelet on it.

Then he touched the pendant around my neck.

Well… turned out all the jewelry I wore daily had trackers?

Not only that.

His hand ended up on my phone.

I was furious that I was being tracked.

Steven looked as if he was wronged, holding my hand. “Stephie…”

“Let’s go, we’re heading home.” I always felt a chill down my spine, bringing Steven back with me.

Afraid of being targeted by that murderer.

That murderer probably doesn’t know I’m Stephanie.

He surely couldn’t have imagined I would experience being reincarnated.

But what did he ask Stephany to do? I’m currently using Stephany’s identity. If I keep investigating, won’t it lead back to me? Is Stephany the accomplice?

“Stephie, something on your mind?” On the way back home, Steven held my hand, asking.

I didn’t say anything. I’m thinking about what to do next.

Until we got home, I didn’t talk to Steven.

Steven just stayed with me quietly.

“Steve… Rachel told me you went to the police station to confess that you’re a murderer, why?” I looked at Steven, trying to see his reaction. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Steven glanced at me, then looked down.

“If you don’t want to talk about it… forget it,” I was afraid of arousing suspicion from Steven.

And I still suspected that Steven and the murderer living in my house were in cahoots.

“That man said… if I voluntarily confess that I’m a murderer, he’ll return you to me,” Steven’s voice was hoarse, head lowered, hair covering his eyes, so I couldn’t see his emotions or gaze.

But I could feel him trembling

“Who is he…” I nervously looked at Steven. “Return me to you? Is it Stephany, or Stephanie?

Steven raised his head, his eyes burning as he looked at me.

The murderer said that Steven mistook Stephany for Stephanie, treating Stephany as a substi

So the person Steven truly wanted to save was Stephanie? Was he referring to Stephanie every time he called out “Stephie“?