My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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Chapter 298 With Orion's relentless pursuit and constant entanglement, she must have felt something, right? But her upbringing and principles didn't allow her to show it Why did he neglect and brush her off before, leading her step by step towards Orion, while trapping himself in a quagmire? None of this was supposed to happen. He needed to set things right, to return to how they were! He was confident that once he married Xen, everything would go back to normal, just like when they were childhood sweethearts.

Ding- The elevator reached the 13th floor, and Xanthea lifted her head to see Room 3001 across the hall, Through the closed door, she could almost see Onon stepping out of the kitchen, calling her over for a midnight snack with his tender voice. The emotions she had been. suppressing finally broke free.

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She couldn't wait any longer, not even a second....

She needed to find Isabella, get those photos, expose all of Matthew and Miranda's dirty, shameful secrets, then find Orion and tell him. It wasn't intentional. She hadn't meant it.

At Starlight Media, in the artists' lounge.

Wendy was packing up clothes into a suitcase and pulled out a cream-colored jacket. "Isabella, this one isn't yours, is it?" "This is.." Before she could finish, the sound of the door slamming open interrupted her.

Both tumed to see Xanthea standing at the doorway.

She was holding an umbrella, but it seemed she hadn't used it. Her body was covered with raindrops, her hair was in disarray, and it looked like she had run through a storm. Her eyes were desperate and anxious.

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"Xanthea?" Isabella stood up from the couch in surprise.

"Isabella!" Xanthea held up her smartphone. “This quarter, I've passed you in celebrity heat ranking. Twitter fan growth, and feedback on shows and series. Can you givethe photos now?" She had rushed over so frantically, forgetting even to open her umbrella, all for the photos? "I know I haven't surpassed you in terms of fan base, public acclaim, or commercial value as agreed, but you see the data. Just givestime, and I surely will. Can you givethe photos now?" Xanthea's eyes were pleading.

"Please, Isabella, I'm begging you. I really need them now. If you hand over the photos, I'll publicly apologize to you online, admit that I'm not as good as you, I'll do anything, just please." The proud heiress of the Nightshade family, always one step ahead, the beloved Xanthea, was finally bowing down to her.

This was the moment Isabella had never dared to dream of, yet had eam of, yet always hoped for. But now that it had come, her heart was flooded with endless regret and guilt "Xanthea, I "Isabella, please, I'm begging you, OK?"

Xanthea moved closer, her bright eyes wild with desperation, Isabella avoided her gaze, her lips trembling. four She gathered her courage and confessed the truth, "Xanthea, H made up the story about the photos to surpass you, to defeat you. The truth is I never had them." What?

Hearing her confession, Xanthea's belief, the one that had sustained her for so long, crumbled thunderously. The umbrella in her hand dropped to the ground along with her shattered hope. "How can that be?" You don't have the photos? Then how did you know about Matthew and Miranda's affair? You must be lying; you have to be."

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