Revenge After Death



Xandra's kidnapping was kept hush-hush, and the media barely covered it. Her manager stated that

Xandra had sustained injuries while taking a break. She was unable to participate in any shows, requiring time at home to recuperate.

As a public figure, widespread news of the kidnapping would surely have sparked panic, so very few individuals were aware of the situation. Nonetheless, the police promptly intervened and secured the location stated by the kidnapper.

I was completely lost in thought after leaving the hospital.

"Stephie..." Steven pretended to look pitiful. Perhaps he was concerned that I would be upset about him installing cameras at home.

"Stephie, I didn't mean to install cameras to monitor you. I'm just worried that when I'm not around..." Steven admitted, feeling a twinge of nervousness.

His insecurities had left him feeling unsettled, prompting him to install cameras at home, near me, and in areas he couldn't easily access. However, he was extremely nervous and afraid that I would be mad.

I also thought I would be furious. I disliked being watched, living under surveillance, and being constantly scrutinized.

However, I found this inexplicably reasonable since Steven was the one who did that. He did it out of love and concern for me. Hence, he installed the cameras.

"Stephie, please don't ignore me." Steven seemed to be truly insecure. He gently clasped my hand, hesitant to even embrace me.

This behavior was too familiar. He was consistently calm and composed when around others, effortlessly navigating any treacherous situations that came his way. However, he was always the most insecure man in my presence.

I held Steven's hand and asked, "Why do you think I would be angry?"

He lowered his head. He hesitated for a while and then confessed, "I spied on Stephie previously too, and it made her angry."

I was stunned for a moment. Indeed, Steven's possessiveness was disturbing back in the day. His love was almost pathological.

He would place recording equipment near me and hide a camera in my teddy bear. This invasion of privacy was unsettling,

I felt a little helpless but couldn't help but smile. "I was angry before because you crossed a line. Even partners need their own space and privacy."

Steven acknowledged his mistake with a nod.

"But now, I'm not angry. I understand you're concerned about me, so I won't be angry with you." I realized that with the cameras and the ability to track my location at all times, Steven could feel secure.

As long as Steven felt secure, he could do whatever he wanted. With a blank stare, Steven pulled me into his arms and held me for quite some time.

I leaned against him and raised my hands to feel the sunlight streaming in from the window. "Steven, Xandra is going to be okay, right?"

I never realized when exactly I started experiencing empathy and guilt, emotions that were once foreign to

me. My intuition strongly suggested that the situation with Dayton being the president of Crowdstar Group was not as straightforward as it seemed.

Furthermore, Xandra appeared to be innocently implicated in the matter.

"She'll be fine," Steven replied firmly.

I nodded in relief. If he said she would be okay, then she would be. I didn't want any more innocent people to be involved.

"Stan suffers from a mental illness. He doesn't have any guardians. He'll remain in an asylum for the rest of his life, never to cause harm again." Steven suddenly thought of Stan.

As a serial killer, death was not a source of torture or fear for him. The thought of losing his freedom forever and being unable to kill at will was the most agonizing punishment imaginable. He might have to endure his mental torment every single day from now onward.

"He deserves it," I murmured.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Stan was a lunatic. He was a mentally unstable lunatic. In moments of madness, his thoughts were consumed by a desire to kill others. All his victims were innocent.

"Have you figured out the identity of the masked woman leading the Rebels?" I inquired softly.

Steven's reaction on the cruise was rather peculiar. I found myself flooded with questions, yearning for answers from him. "Did you truly not realize that Ewan's a member of the Rebels?"

Steven glanced at me and carefully wrote a few words on my palm. I looked at Steven in surprise and fell silent.