Female Novel"Why? Does your heart ache for her?" I turned around and asked Michael.
"Do you know what's the difference between you and Steven?"
Michael looked hurt. His grip on my shirt tightened.
"No... I just don't want you..."
Michael simply didn't want me to commit a murder. He didn't want me to be a criminal.
I understood where he came from, but he did not understand me.
Michael was different from Steven-Steven would support me unconditionally. If I were the devil, he would be the devil; if I were an angel, he would be an angel.
He would exude kindness if I was kind; he would help me if I was evil.
But Steven knew me too well. He knew that I would never actually commit a crime...
After all, I had my mortals.
"This is somebody else's killing ground. Even if I do murder her, who's going to know?" I scoffed.
Then, I intentionally questioned Michael, "You wouldn't report me to the police, would you?"
Michael grabbed my wrist in a panic.
"Stephie... Don't."
"You're frighteningly righteous."
I shook Michael off and approached Yasmin. I placed one foot on her neck.
Dimly lit by the firelight, I said, "You should spill all the secrets you know now."
Yasmin was trembling from the fear and pain. Since my foot was on her neck, she knew well that it would be easy for me to kill her.
She was not an honest person. But since she refused to speak, it only proved one thing...
Peter was scarier than I was. Peter had the means to torture her.
"Yasmine, you have no other choice. If you want to live, you have to listen to me..."
I retracted my foot and got down to grab her hair.
"Even if you don't tell me, do you think Peter can trust you after we escape? For somebody as skeptical as him... If I just stir the pot, he'll make your life miserable. Why don't we collaborate?" Yasmin glared at me with hatred as she trembled.
"Aren't you worried that I'll kill you after we get out..."
"If you can, try me."
"Stephany was capable too. But she still died... So you won't be an exception to that." Yasmin continued glaring at me. She was displaying her grit.
I put my hand over Yasmin's wound and dug my fingers inside.
Yasmin screamed, and it resounded in the stairway.
I remained unfazed, and Yasmin looked at me as if I were the devil.
"Mikey, save me. Mikey!"
Michael looked at me with a conflicted gaze. He wanted to stop me, but Yasmin's life was in my hands.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Yasmin couldn't take it.
I shook the blood off my fingers in disgust.
"Tell me something I want to hear."
Otherwise, I would not let Yasmin off easily.
"Aren't you worried... that Michael will discover the truth?" asked Yasmin, lying weakly on the floor.
She looked at Michael and said, "If I say this, the secret of how you pretended to be Stephanie... will be exposed!"
"Stop babbling." I slapped Yasmin.
Yasmin cried as she lay on the floor.
She sobbed as she said, "Michael...
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Didn't you want to know why
Stephanie Carlson and Stephany Larson are so similar? And why
she's so successful at disquisin net
herself as Stephanie Carlson, so
much so that both you and Steven couldn't see through her? Instead, you happily and willingly accepted her."
Yasmin continued, shouting, "That's because Stephanie Carlson and Stephany Larson are cloned
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embryos with the same genes. They
were transplanted onto different
mothers...
"In other words, both Stephanie Carlson and Stephany Larson are experiment subjects from the Genome Society. They're clones!"
After Yasmin finished, Michael stumbled backward. He had to hold the wall to keep himself up.
Clone experiment subjects...
"Peter is very cautious. I don't know much..." Yasmin cried, looking at me.
"I found out about this because I eavesdropped on his calls... They conducted genetic experiments with humans, doing cloning experiments with embryos.
"In the beginning... it was done so
that rich people around the world
would
have access to organ
transplantation technology. But later
on...m not sure what research
they've been doing in secret."
Yasmin began to hyperventilate from crying too much.
"Stephany Larson, you're not even human... You're a test subject, and so was Stephanie Carlson. You're both incomplete experiment subjects.novelbin
"In fact, there are many experiment subjects who have been transplanted to different mothers around the world just like you."
It was a terrifying fact.
That meant that there were countless Stephanie Carlsons.
Countless me existed in places I could not see and did not know.
After birth, cloned embryos were diversified due to the different environments and development conditions within the mothers' wombs.
As such, Stephanie Carlson and Stephany Larson might seem similar, but we were not identical. Even our temperaments had some differences.