"Why don’t you want me to hug you?" She asked Xander. "I’ve missed you."


    "Someone’s here to see you," Samantha said with a grin on her lips.


    Michelle’s brows furrowed, wondering who could havee to see her.


    The door to another car Michelle didn’t see driving in because her entire attention had been on Xander the entire time opened, and <i>Jennifer Reyez </i>stepped out.


    "<i>Jennifer</i>," Michelle called, all smiles but the woman only stared back at her with a stoic expression, one that made her heavily gulp down her saliva.


    "Michelle," Anastasia called. On the other side, Xavier came out of the car, and Michelle’s expression immediately turned sour.


    She nced between Xander and Xavier. This was the first time she was seeing them up close and the facial simrities they both carried were undeniable. For a second, she almost mistook who was who. However, that wasn’t what she was worried about.


    ’Why is Xavier here?’ She wondered, a cold sweat already breaking across her skin.


    "X-Xavier," she stuttered. "Do you know this woman?" She pointed at <i>Jennifer</i>.


    "Michelle, I’m not this <i>woman</i>, at all," Anastasia replied, walking towards Michelle with a smile on her lips.


    After everything that’s happened, even though Mr Wace and Bruce were still in hiding, she decided to visit Michelle.


    "I’m your sister. What? Don’t you remember me?" She ced a hand on Michelle’s cheeks. "It’s me, Anastasia."


    In a blink of an eysh, Michelle had already pped Anastasia’s hands away, and taken a few steps back as if she’d seen a ghost.


    "That’s impossible," Michelle imed.


    "I’ve always known that you were an idiot, but do you think anyone would want to y jokes with you?" Samantha quipped, rolling her eyes. Then she faced Xavier. "I think you and Xander should go inside. Anastasia and I will handle this idiot," she suggested.


    Xander and Xavier shared a silent look. Xander headed inside first. Xavier followed after cing a soft peck on Anastasia’s forehead.


    He red at Michelle who was looking at them in disbelief before he followed his twin brother into the hell hole his wife had stayed in a year ago.


    "So, where were we?" Samantha asked, her emerald eyes staring at Michelle as if she were her prey.


    "Anastasia is dead," Michelle deadpanned and Samantha only rolled her eyes.


    "Unbelievable, right? Been there."


    Michelle didn’t understand why Samantha was being so lenient about the situation. If Anastasia was alive, then she should kill her off.


    "This is a joke," Michelle said. "This is a <i>joke!"</i>


    Anastasia simply hummed, walked past Michelle, and stared at the house where she’d spent months getting vited. It was bizarre staring at it now.


    Her mind went to Angelina and Elizabeth, the two girls who’d been killed in the crimson hunt. Then Avery who’d wanted to make her life a living hell.


    Anastasia sniffled back the tears that were about to pool in her eyes.


    "This is not a joke at all, Michelle," she finally replied. "I’m alive, I’ve always been alive, even I’m surprised about that," she added. "However, I’m not sure you’re going to be after this day."


    Michelle’s face instantly went pale.


    Come to think of it, she had no rtives left. Jack was dead, she’d seen it in the news. She bet Anastasia had killed her father a long time ago already. Her mother was a long story, together with her stepfather, if she could even call him that.


    Her entire life was destroyed. Years ago, she had it all until Anastasia came back into her life. It was almost like the more she reappeared in her life, the more she stole what belonged to her. Which was why she’d asked Avery to kill her, but the girl got herself killed instead.


    "I’m going to kill you first before you think of doing anything to me!!" Michelle charged forward, but Anastasia gave her a bored look before swiftly moving out of the way.


    "After all this while, you still haven’t gained any sense of knowledge, I see." Then she pulled out a gun from her pocket, immediately facing Michelle. "Sadly, I’m not here to y tag with you, Michelle." Her face faltered into a cold and distant look. "Goodbye, sister."


    She pulled the trigger.


    The shot rang out, echoing through the trees. Birds scattered into the sky, pping away like fleeing witnesses.