Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 394

"Stephanie..."

As if he went mad, he suddenly reached out to grab my throat and called me by my name.

I raised a brow and stared at him-how did he recognize me?

"You got the wrong person. She's not Stephanie, just a lookalike," Howard gave Mark a reminder, lest the situation escalates.

He then added, "You've actually gone crazy. How do you see everyone as Stephanie?"

Evidently triggered, Mark didn't care about what Howard had to say.

"Do you still remember what you did to me?" He asked before beginning to take off his pants.

I stared at him in panic and furiously tried to free myself from his grasp, but his grip was too strong.

For fear of tainting my eyes, I instinctively shut my eyes when his pants fell down his legs.

"If you didn't ruin me... I would've been married with kids by now," He sneered. "This is all your fault!"

His voice was dripping with hatred as he claimed that Stephanie ruined his life.

My entire face was red from asphyxiation as I felt my consciousness slipping away.

"Get a hold of yourself, Mark." Howard was starting to be afraid as well. It was clear that Mark had wanted me dead.

He called a few people over to drag the latter away, but the man refused to let go of me.

"Go to hell, Stephanie. You madwoman, madwoman!" He yelled repeatedly, "Madwoman." Just as I was about to lose consciousness, the lights abruptly went out again.

The lights on this floor seemed to go out randomly.

I ignored the pain on my neck and drove the dagger Michael gave me into Mark's wrist.

He screamed in agony as he finally let go of me.

I fell onto the floor with my breathing ragged. Due to the lack of oxygen, my head felt like it was about to split open.

Some of my forgotten memories seemed to have returned at that moment.

"How many times did you assault her by taking advantage of her disability?"

In my memory, I stood in the basement of the orphanage questioning someone coldly.

Tied to a chair in front of me was the man who tried to strangle me-Mark Cruz.

"It seems like the stab wounds I gave Jayden didn't faze you at How could you still have the

do something like this to Cet

My smile was terrifying in the memory.

Carol was curled up and trembling in the corner. Her eyes were red from crying and she was fully naked

There were also bloodstains in

between her legs.

She'd been assaulted-it was clear as day.

On the chair, Mark was also completely nude. He stared at me in fear and panic.

"Stephanie you lunatic, what are you trying to do!"

"If you can't control your dick... you should just cut it off."

I approached him with a knife in hand. Then, I drove it downwards in one swift motion.

The horrifying screams and gory image of blood floated into my head.

I was appalled and disgusted—did I really do all of this?

"Stephanie you lunatic!" The screams kept echoing.

My breathing hastened as I tried to back up into hiding. In the pitch

black environment, I was a

terrified. t

SWOO

Steven...

Where is Steven?

As it turned out, I really do think of Steven when I feel extremely anxious and afraid.

With the rapid sound of flickering, the lights came on again.

Everyone held their breath.

There was another body suspended from the ceiling, and it was none other than Mark Cruz.

Everytime the lights went out, someone would end up dead.

But who on earth killed him? Joel, Michael, Carol, Quinn, Yasmin... None of them were here. Was there a killer amongst this group of people as well?