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.

eyes violently and sat upright. Grabbing her wrist roughly, he cried,

tears that had fallen freely down his face

as it was the first time she had seen

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

to Roxanne’s wrist and

eyes flashed with pity. The sight of his miserable state had unnerved

“I’m Roxanne.

“What did you say?”

suddenly as if he was struck by lightning.

her heart. “When you were brought here, her body had been left behind. Karl had brought her

Smack!

interrupted by an abrupt

out!” he commanded, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, looking like a ghost condemned to perpetual

held her cheek as she stood motionless for a long time, suppressing the urge to retaliate. Nobody had ever dared lay a finger

to hit him back, though the anger burned within her. Contenting herself with a fierce glare at Sebastian, she departed without another word, with one hand still holding her

Sasha is dead!

couple of days, Sebastian’s door remained closed. The man inside was detached from the world. Nobody was successful in trying to rouse

to be broken down in his

try and

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

pieces at