My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

“Come on, talk to me! I’m really worried about you, seriously worried. Just tell me where you are, I’ll come pick you up!”

“Xan! Xan? Xan?”

Though the call connected, no one spoke.

After a deathly long silence, Matthew seemed to sense something and paused for a few seconds, “Mr. Lockwood, is that you?”

The sound of fabric rustling and a girl’s faint whisper suddenly carried over.

Orion, in front of the glowing phone screen, madly kissed Xanthea’s pale, slender neck amidst his anxious

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Matthew faintly heard a moan too hard to bear, and his mind exploded.

He didn’t care that the person on the other end might be the powerful Crestwood tycoon, nor did he care about any potential retaliation; all he knew was that Xanthea was his girlfriend and off–limits to anyone else!

Clutching the phone tightly, he burst out, “Orion! Is that you, Orion? What are you doing to Xan? Let her go! Right now! Taking advantage of a girl, what kind of gentleman does that make you?”

“Have you lost your mind? She’s my love, my fiancée, what you’re doing is criminal, I could sue you!” His threats were unheeded, his anxious pacing suddenly stopped, “Or, do you just like the challenge?

Knowing full well Xan despises you, finds you repulsive.”

A thunderous crash came through, making Matthew’s ears ring.

He froze, then his phone clattered to the ground. It was Orion, it really was Orion!

Matthew was holding onto a last shred of hope, which now shattered with the sound of the explosion. Why would Orion smash the phone if not provoked?

Had Orion gone mad? With any woman at his disposal, why insist on stealing Xanthea? Matthew had to find her immediately!

Orion’s eyes gleamed cruelly as he crushed the phone in his hand. After a long while, he carried the girl in his arms towards the mansion.

Hiding behind a pillar in the corridor, Queenie saw him leaving and quickly ran out, arms spread to block his path.

“Orl.”

She barely spoke when she met his warning gaze.

Was he warning her not to wake Xanthea?

Orion was so indulging towards this temptress!

Without time to feel heartbroken, she bit her lip, sobbing softly, “Ori, I know you don’t like me, but I didn’t come to bother you today. I came to tell you the truth, the woman in your arms.

Fearing his anger, she dared not speak ill of her, merely pulled out her phone.

“Here’s a recording I made in the backwoods today, just listen, and you’ll understand everything!”

She played the recording, and immediately Xanthea’s disdainful, playful voice filled the air.

“Ms. Marlowe, perhaps I wasn’t clear enough earlier in the hall. Orion and I are hardly the couple madly in love. He’s the one hopelessly smitten, daydreaming and chasing me relentlessly. If it weren’t for his deep adoration and wealth, I would have kicked him to the curb long ago. You have no idea how annoying he can be, always wanting hugs and kisses.”