My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Twilight descended, and the world fell into a hush, as the exquisite Xanthea Haven Estate basked under a pristine silver moonlight, resembling a serene and enchanting Sleeping Beauty. 

Fireworks suddenly burst into the sky, painting the dark blue night with vibrant, scintillating flames. Magnificent and bright, they refused to fade, with fiery sparks landing on the delicate petals of irises swaying on the hillside. A breeze swept through, causing them to shiver uncontrollably. 

The next day at noon, a sliver of radiant sunlight snuck through the curtains into the bedroom, casting its glow on a stunning girl lying in bed. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered,porcelain–smooth arms sprawled out on the dark silk sheets, and she was roused from sleep by snippets of a conversation. 

“Is Xan still not bp? It’s already noon.” 

“Mrs. Lockwood tends to enjoy her ‘beauty sleep‘, usually waking up in the afternoon.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“In the aftemoon?” Samuel was surprised. 

Xan liked to sleep in, but at home, she’d usually be up by ten at the latest. She had never slept this late before! 

*Could it be?” 

He squinted suspiciously, causing the servant to tense up, only to hear him saying, “Orion was up working till the wee hours, maybe hel kept Xan up too?” 

The servant hesitated. Mrs. Lockwood did stay up, but there was no work. 

‘No, no, Mr. Nightshade, you’re overthinking it.” 

“Alright, let her sleep. Show me around instead.” 

“Of course!” 

Samuel? Why was he here so early? 

Hearing Samuel’s voice faintly, Xanthea opened her groggy eyes to see the clock showing it was already past one in the afternoon. It was late! 

Rubbing her sore back, feeling as though every bone in her body was aching, she grumbled and grabbed her phone, her brows. furrowed in pain. 

Orion, that insatiable wolf who didn’t keep his word, she should’ve never trusted him! 

Last night, as soon as she slipped into her sultry little black lace dress, he turned into a beast, his eyes glowing with a dark desire, ignoring her protests and pleas, taking her from the living room to the balcony and then to the bedroom. He nearly wore her out, claiming it was all with her consent! 

When did she ever agree? Was it because of that one line he said, that so–called “main squeeze“? 

The more she thought of it, the more exasperated she felt, and she yelled out, “Orion!” 

“Mrs. Lockwood!” 

The servant rushed in at her shout, only to shyly lower her gaze upon seeing the love bites scattered across her neck and arms. 

“Do you need anything?” 

“Where’s Orion?” 

The young master left early in the morning. He asked me to tell you to call him when you wake up.”