Nemesis Game

Samantha left early and did not know about Mateo's appearance afterwards, and she did not even know that Mateo had caused trouble to Peyton. She went to Gabriel's personal doctor. Her condition was not serious. Luckily her skin had recovered well so it was merely red and swollen.

After her wound was cleaned, she sat and rested by the side.

"You have misjudged your enemy," Gabriel sat by the side, watching her nonchalantly.

Samantha felt ashamed. She had said that she wanted to take revenge, but now she had merely started and was already embarrassed so badly by Peyton. She did not know what to reply to what Gabriel said, so she lowered her head and kept silent. No matter what she said now, it would be showing her inability.

"Your brother's back. Do you want to meet him?" Gabriel's expression changed and his pupils squinted.

Samantha's entire body shuddered while her eyes begun to redden, and her tears fell as well. Her voice carried a tremble.

"My brother's back?" She lifted her head carefully.

Gabriel's tone dimmed, "Yes, Stanley is back. Do you want to meet him?"

The reason why he was asking was because Samantha had plastic surgery to look like Helena, and Gabriel was the only person who knew this.

But Stanley was someone that Samantha cared about. Further, Stanley would surely go to find Ruben having returned to the country this time. Something bad might happen then, that was why Gabriel was asking.

"It's alright. I won't meet him..." After a long silence, Samantha finally made the hard decision.

Gabriel stunned as he heard this, his tone was confused. "Are you not willing to tell him who you really are? Why? Didn't you always wish to see him?"

"I'm no longer Samantha. As you have said, the more people know my identity, the more more dangerous it would be to me. I'm already sad enough, and I don't want my brother to be sad because of me." Samantha's hand clenched and relaxed again, as if she was very nervous. Even her breath became very light.

Something moved in Gabriel's heart as he watched the tears in her eyes, "You'll surely be able to recover your identity someday."

Samantha's eyes could not help but redden. The blood in her entire body felt like it had been blown by the cold wind, and it was freezing.

She did not want to cry in front of him, but her body was just so uncontrollable, her tears could not stop even if she wanted to.

"I know that once I picked this road, I'll never have the chance to turn back again. Thank you, Gabriel, for allowing me a chance like this." Her expression was serious with deep gratitude and respect.

If it was not for Gabriel, she would have already been ashes.

After experiencing death, she knew how incredibly precious staying alive was.

She would stay alive even if it was by another person's identity.

Gabriel did not speak, and his lips pursed into a straight line.

His hands that were clenched into fists slightly loosened and his pupils dilated and contracted again, as if he did not dare to believe her.

Was she too silly?

She knew that this was a relationship of advantages, yet she remained so open. Her belief was making him feel ashamed.

"Actually you don't have to thank me, I saved you with conditions. You work for me, I'll avenge you, and we're just getting what we each needed." Gabriel's emotions were a bit complicated, and his gaze looked deep.

Samantha held back her tears, "No, if it were not for you, I would be a dead person now. You're the one who gave me a second life."

So, no matter what you wanted me to do, no matter how you were planning to use me.

I would be willing, because this was the price I had to pay in the first place.

Gabriel rubbed her hair, his tone sounded comforted, "Alright, why are you suddenly so sad? Liven up!"

"I will!" She grasped onto his hand instead.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they were comforting each other.

Yet another incident arose when the first one was yet to end.

Gabriel had just said that Stanley had returned to the country, but the second day Samantha got a message from Gabriel, that Stanley had went to the Knight Group once he got off the plane!

Samantha was worried that something might happen to her brother and she hurriedly ran to the Knight Group.

She did not know how out of place her sudden appearance there would be, but she could not leave her brother without a care.

The first thing that Stanley did once he returned to the country was to teach Ruben a lesson. He rushed to the Knight Group. Ruben was having a meeting in the meeting room. He did not care that Ruben was the person in power of City L, as once he rushed in he raised his fist and punched Ruben.

The punch immediately sent the meeting room into a frenzy.

"Ruben, you've caused my Samantha to die, I want your life in return!" Stanley's handsome face radiated with a piercing coldness as he roared lowly, gritting his teeth.

The people in the meeting room were in a frenzy. Ruben did not manage to dodge and his face had taken on a punch directly. It was all bruised and the corner of his lips bled.

"Stanley!" Ruben turned to restrain him, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"You still remember that I'm Stanley? You married my sister, so be it that you didn't love her, but you've caused her death! Ruben, I've only got this one sister and you've killed her... you've killed my sister." There was only cruelty and coldness left in Stanley's eyes, and a hopeless, deep pain.

When he had been chased down for murder back then, he left alone in order to not involve his mother and Samantha.

He did not dare to see them, yet how would he know that their separation seven years ago would be one of life and death?

He was filled with hatred, and he wished he could kill Ruben for him to die with his sister!

Once Ruben heard Samantha's name again his heart pickled with pain suddenly. He did not know what kind of emotion disrupted him, and he was not even able to reciprocate.

He lowered his eyes, as an emotion named sadness begun to swim in his veins.

Samantha was dead.

He knew it three months ago, since he buried her personally.

But now, his thoughts could not help but wander.

That woman who was talkative like a sparrow was finally dead.....

Stanley gave him a death glare as he punched his face again and again, every punch was so hard, as if he felt that only by this way could he release his anger and heartache.

Dead.

The sister that was the apple of his eyes, was burnt to death in the asylum.

"Ruben, do you have a heart? Hit me back, what are you acting dead for? You dared to bully my sister, don't you dare to hit me back?" Stanley was a masculine man, but now there were only tears in his eyes. He held it back by force, but the pain in his chest was aggravated as his heart beat. He almost could not breathe.

Ruben closed his eyes, but that beautiful face could no longer appear before his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "I won't hit back."

Stanley's gaze sharpened like two thin but sharp razors, tearing up Ruben inch by inch.

"You won't hit back? You wretch, you didn't love her, but how could you kill her? That was the sister I loved the most, and you've killed her. Ruben, do you know how badly I want to kill you? She's dead, can you go die along with her? She loved you so much..." Stanley suddenly laughed madly, and the veins on his forehead popped out like a voodoo worm. There was a morbid stubbornness in his eyes. Ruben swallowed the blood between his teeth and he turned his arm and locked Stanley down, and his eyes were cold, "She's already dead, however you pester me it's useless."

Stanley flung his fist again, the blood on the corner of Ruben's mouth splashed his face.

Stanley took one hand out again, and there was already a sharp fruit knife in it.

His eyes were red as he glared at Ruben, "Useless? No, my sister loved you so much. If she knew that she's dead and you're willing to accompany her, she would be really happy." Ruben's pupils contracted as he rubbed the blood off the corner of his mouth forcefully. "Stanley, have you thought of Peyton when you do so? She's your sister who's related by blood!"

He should not have mentioned Peyton. Once he mentioned Peyton, Stanley's gaze became extremely cold.

He held the fruit knife in his hand tight, his eyes shone icily as he roared lowly, "Don't mention Peyton to me! She was never my sister, and I don't have such a horrible sister! My sister will only be Samantha!" Peyton's heart was too vicious.

Stanley had seen it before.00000