Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

All he saw was a splash of crimson. Before he could process what was going on, the woman in his grasp went limp and fell over.

He froze, unable to comprehend strength of such caliber.

Not only that, she was vicious, too. Sasha targeted an acupoint, which allowed her to break free of his hypnosis. However, unbeknownst to her, this acupoint was also her Achilles’ heel.

“Sasha.” Sebastian appeared as she collapsed.

He replayed the moment in shock. In a flurry of movement, he was on his knees, heaving Sasha up from the pool of her own blood.

“Sasha, can you hear me? Wake up!” Sebastian gasped, fighting his raggedy breath to form words. His greatest fear was becoming a reality. He called her name over and over again, with each passing repetition diminishing in hope.

Sasha was unresponsive to his pleading. She lay in his arms, blood still spewing unrestrainedly from the gash on her left temple.

“You will be fine.” Sebastian fought back his tears. “Nothing will happen to you. Nothing!”

He carried her out of the door to head to a hospital. As she swayed in the motion of his stride, Sasha’s delicate rhinestone hairpiece fell from her wound and shattered in the pool of blood.

tinged with blood stabbed him in the eye. He stumbled

head, as though a long-forgotten memory

The man she

He stood paralyzed at the realization that his deception was no

caused schizophrenia. Of course it would be different from him. The lie you told yourself about your split personality; didn’t he do the same thing? Was it

unafraid, having already given up

seeing Sebastian on his knees, he stepped forward slowly, with a joyous and maniacal glint in his eyes,

looked up to face him. The psychologist recoiled from the

reached out with a bloody hand and grabbed hold of his neck. A crack like a gunshot reverberated throughout the room

the horror was

guests who witnessed the scene gasped

remained calm. He surveyed the scene for an instant before deciding to send Sasha to

dismissing the crowd, he ambled over to his son, who was still on

“Sebastian.”

father’s voice. His handsome features were void of life as he stared at his

No one will ever