Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Yancy had defied him and delivered the child, causing his carefully laid out plan to fall apart. Hence, Federick was rather infuriated.

Frederick left. Not long after, Karl arrived.

“Mr. Hayes.”

“Where is she?” he demanded, the most pressing matter heavy on his mind.

Karl lowered his head slowly.

Sebastian felt something had ripped his chest open, leaving behind a massive hole where his heart used to be. He began coughing violently like he was exposed to a chilly gust of wind.

“Mr. Hayes, are you okay?” Karl asked urgently as Sebastian’s hacking coughs grew louder and more intense.

Bent double from pain, his veins throbbed in exertion as his handsome features were contorted in pain. Like a fish out of water, he gasped for air, being completely devoid of oxygen.

With a final cough, he spat blood and fell back onto the bed, and passed out.

Sebastian only recalled snatches of things when he was not himself. Once, he had remembered Roxanne performing hypnosis on him. He had hated it so much that he had an urge to drag her into the kitchen and savagely mutilate her with a knife.

The memory of him opening fire at the woman who burst into the room swam across his mind.

“No… no!” Sebastian moaned in his sleep. “Sasha, I didn’t mean to do that. I… “

“Sebastian, wake up!” Roxanne attempted to rouse him out of his nightmare.

Grabbing her wrist roughly, he cried, “It was my fault, Sasha. I will never

fallen freely down his face

she had seen him cry after treating him for

cry when she had jabbed, berated, or was rough with him. He did not even shed a tear when she had subjected him to her

moment, however, he held on to Roxanne’s wrist and sobbed like a

pity. The sight of his miserable state

she said gently. “I’m

“What did you say?”

suddenly as if he was struck by lightning. Then, a darker, more horrifying emotion took its

is dead,” Roxanne repeated, hardening her heart. “When you were brought here, her body had been left behind. Karl had brought her back after you. He did not tell you

Smack!

by an abrupt slap across her face by

commanded, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, looking like

suppressing the urge to retaliate. Nobody had ever dared lay a finger

up the courage to hit him back, though the anger burned within her. Contenting herself with a

Sasha is dead!

closed. The man inside was detached from the world. Nobody was successful in trying to rouse

order the door to be broken down in

us try and

the clothes that Mommy bought for us. Daddy would love it.” Vivian approached Frederick as she was clad in

his heart breaking into pieces at the