Chapter 225 “Mr. Lockwood came to the set and brought afternoon tea for everyone!” “Wow, this is so lavish! There’s Earl Grey tea, truffle pâté, and cakes from the Grand Bakery. I’ve never had such an afternoon tea this upscale before!” “Who is Mr. Lockwood here to visit today? We’re really lucky!” “Who else could … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 225” »
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My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace Novel
After Xanthea died, she witnessed the cold and ruthless president, Orion Lockwood, had actually killed the couple who harmed her. He knelt before her grave with bloodied hands, kissing her body, saying, “Xan, it’s too cold underground, I’m here to accompany you.”Reborn into her youth, Xanthea tormented the shameless bastard, Matthew and the despicable woman, Miranda, while also curiously investigating Orion, as they were completely unfamiliar before. Unexpectedly, as soon as they became familiar with each other, she was cornered by the man. “Xan, you know full well that I love you deeply, yet you dare to provoke me! In that case, never think of leaving me.”
Chapter 224 Xanthea was surprised, “It’s the premiering day after tomorrow? Are we on track with the shooting?” “No worries, as long as this romantic scene goes smoothly, everything else should fall into place. Plus, the series is going to air weekly, so there’s plenty of time before the finale. But we might ask you … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 224” »
Chapter 223 Oran watched her ded in panic is fierce glist flickering in his fiery eyes. Someday he would pin her down just like he had moments ago, and “Bang At Room 3002. Xanthen burst into the room and slammed the door shut Her eyes were wide, legs shaking, her heated body slid down the … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 223” »
Chapter 222 It’s not just this one sentence. All her previous conversations with Maximus should be lies. Phoenix’s heart should have been in great struggle and pain when she turned against Maximus and fought against him, yet she misinterpreted it as hatred and finality. No wonder Director Smith pointed out her emotions were off. Without … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 222” »
Chapter 221 He smirked devilishly. “Phee, from the day you stepped into Ignite Camp, I told you, you’d belong to me, Maximus. You’re mine alone, no matter where you flee to the ends of the earth of the depths of hell, I will chase you down.” “Look, aren’t you right here in my grasp? So … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 221” »
Chapter 220 Try? To test his ability? But how? “Ahl” Xanthea’s imagination ran wild with alarming scenarios. She started flailing about in his arms, exclaiming, “Orion, I misspoke, I misspoke! You’re the best, absolutely the best!” “Can you put me down, please? I’m scared.” “No, let’s not ‘try“!” “What? Why are you closing the door? You beast!” Despite her struggles and pleas, Orion showed no mercy. He shut the door firmly, tossed her onto the plush bed, and began to undo his tie. Xanthea watched as Orion started stripping, his presence felt overwhelmingly dominant, like a predator ready to pounce at any moment. She was so frightened that she propped herself up on the bed, her legs shuffling backward as she begged, “No, please no, Orion, I haven’t.” As the man’s tall and imposing figure suddenly loomed over her, Xanthea turned her head away in despair and shut her eyes. Then, she felt her hands being tied? Opening her eyes, she saw her hands bound to the bedpost with his tie, cushioned with a silk handkerchief as if to prevent the ropes from cutting into her skin. “What are you doing?” Xanthea looked up at him, her eyes filled with indescribable emotions. “Ready? Let’s start the rehearsal.” Rehearsal? His words left Xanthea utterly confused. Wait, the “try” and “know if he’s good” and binding her hands all part of helping her practice acting, not what she had imagined. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she felt herself utterly foolish. “What else did you expect?” “I–I didn’t expect anything but a rehearsal.” A mischievous smile played at the corner of Orion’s mouth as he walked over to the door and turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Then, a soft sound of the door closing. Xanthea spent a second, then two, then three, unable to move in her bound state, consumed by fear of the unknown darkness.. “Orion, why turn off the lights for a rehearsal? Are you trying to set the scene that realistically?” “Where did you go? Come back quickly, I’m scared of the dark!” 1/2 12:24 m With With a “click,” the lights were back on. Squinting against the bright light, Xanthea saw Orion standing by the door, now dressed in a sharp black suit, looking more daunting and distant than before, his features hard and cold, resembling that of Maximus “Phee, it’s been five years. I hope you’ve been well.” He approached her slowly, suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes–dark pools swirling with longing and joy, “Do you know how much I’ve missed you these past five years? Every year, every day, every minute.” Xanthea was stunned by his almost frantic expression, and she was instantly drawn into the role. He truly resembled Maximus–just a few words perfectly conveyed his dark solitude and deep longing Phoenix. for His gaze made her feel as though he wasn’t just reciting lines but expressing his own feelings, prompting her to respond with Phoenix’s lines, “Now that I’m at your mercy, life or death, do as you will.” “Death?” Suddenly, the man burst into laughter, a sound filled with wicked delight that sent shivers down Xanthea’s spine. No wonder he got so mad when she doubted he wasn’t good. His acting was so lifelike; he truly embodied Maximus. He was so capable that Xanthea could hardly distinguish between reality and the play. “I couldn’t bear to kill you, my precious, my heart. I want to keep you by my side forever.” The man suddenly approached her, the increased pressure in his hands and the intense possessiveness in his eyes causing Xanthea to an involuntarily moan. Hearing her own delicate, tender voi
Chapter 219 “Which part?” “Huh?” Xanthea looked confused. “What do you mean ‘which part“?” “The part you’re struggling with?” “It’s the scene between Phoenix and Maximus.” Orion said, “Give me the script.” “What do you need the script for?” Although Xanthea didn’t understand, she still pulled out her phone and handed him the script, “Here, this romantic scene.” As an urban drama, “Realm of Illusions” primarily centers on the female lead, revolving around Phoenix’s business adventures and family vengeance, with only a hint of romance. Even her relationship with the male lead, Prescott, felt more like a brotherly affection than a romantic one, starting with friendship and evolving into respect. The most intense, emotionally charged romantic scenes in the entire story were during the period when she was trapped in a basement by the supporting male character, Maximus. Originally from an affluent family in Skyville, Phoenix was the legitimate heiress. But tragedy struck at the age of three when her family was massacred. Kidnapped by the enemy, she was sent to the Ignite Camp and molded into a deadly assassin. From her earliest memories, her world was filled with harsh training, dangerous missions, cold commands, and the lives she took, along with Maximus. She knew nothing about Maximus‘ background or his real name; all she knew was that like her, he had been taken to Ignite Camp at a young age and trained to become a lethal weapon. The camp leader chose them, the two finest assassins, pairing them as partners and naming them Phoenix and Maximus after the mythical birds fated to unite. Over decades of bloodshed and darkness at Ignite Camp, Phoenix and Maximus became each other’s only shield and slowly developed feelings for one another. But before they could address their feelings, Phoenix learned that the camp leader was the very man who had murdered her family. Out of anger, she escaped from the Ignite Camp and began to contact trusted allies of her family, continuously honing her abilities, with the sole purpose of one day being able to kill the head of the camp and avenge her family. During one attempt to assassinate the camp leader, she walked right into a trap set by Maximus and was captured, then locked in a secret room. By that time, Maximus had become Ignite Camp’s sharpest blade and the likely successor as camp leader. Their roles had shifted from closest partners to mortal enemies. The scene Xanthea kept failing in was the long–awaited reunion between Phoenix and Maximus in the secret room after five years. Orion quickly scanned the script and put the phone down, “Don’t let Benjamin come over anymore; I’ll help you practice.” 1/2 12:24 “Uba Xanthea blinked in surprise. “You’ll help me practice?” “What, you think I’m not as good as Benjamin?” Orion’s gaze tightened. Xanthea quickly shook her head, “Of course not, you’re exceptional, surpassing him in every way, but everyone excels in different areas. When it comes to acting, he’s better, right?” Her words “he’s better” felt like needles to Orion, his expression turning icy. Xanthea could clearly see that he was angry. She was about to speak in attempt to appease him, but before she could, she found herself swept off her feet and carried her toward the bedroom. “Ah!” “Orion, what are you doing?!” “Why not give it a try? How will you know if I’m not good?”
Chapter 218 Xanthea carefully dried his hair, with a tenderness, that was almost maternal, but the man seated before. the mirror, his cheeks warmed under her touch. Her delicate, soft hands continuously caressed and teased his hair, stimulating a sensitive area that had never been touched before, causing thrilling jolts to surge through his nerve endings, with electric. currents racing down to his lower abdomen. He yearned for more than her touch in his hair. “Orion, is the heat okay? Do you want me to turn it up?” “No need,” he tightly closed his eyes to hide the burgeoning desire beneath, “Xan, it feels really good. Hearing his suddenly husky voice, Xanthea frowned. Just a moment ago he didn’t want his hair dried, and now he already showed signs of catching a cold! “You usually live alone, don’t you know how to take care of yourself?” “Yeah.” Yeah? Was there a hint of pride in his voice? “Why don’t you….” Xanthea had just wanted to ask why he didn’t go back and live at home, but then she remembered the early scandals surrounding the Lockwood family and the dark childhood when he was smeared and slandered by journalists. He probably didn’t have any family left a long time ago, right? Otherwise, he wouldn’t be living alone all this time, and his uncle wouldn’t have been competing with him. for the chairman position of the Lockwood Group. Compassion halted her words. But in the end, she couldn’t help but ask softly, “Orion, are those childhood stories about you in the news true?” At that, Orion abruptly opened his eyes. –“You’re a monster! No one raised you! Stay here until your father returns, then I might let you out!” –“If I could bear my own son, I would have killed you long ago!” –“Oh, so you fancy the Nightshade family’s little princess, huh? And you even hid her photo. You’re such a pervert at your age. Look at all these scars, do you think you deserve her?” “How dare you push me!” “Murderer, murderer! Teacher, Orion is a murderer, I don’t want to sit with him!” –“He’s a monster, with terrifying scars on his chest.” “It’s intrue.” Orion’s voice was calm, and Xanthea nodded, “Exactly. These days, unscrupulous gossip media just make things up. Why don’t you sue them?” 1/3 Chapter 218 “No need. Xannie, do you believe those stories?” “Of course not! They’re obviously fabrications at first glance. “What if they aren’t?” He cut her off, his dark eyes swirling with deep shadows. Xanthea’s hand, holding the hairdryer, froze. If they weren’t fabrications, then the scars on his chest were indeed from abuse, and he truly had a cruel and dark childhood as the news suggested, which would explain why he was so cold and distant now. She would rather they were all fabrications. Would she be scared if they were true? Would she want to run away from him? After all, no one wants to be close to a murderer. Orion broke the heavy silence. “I’m kidding.” “Orion, do you believe me? If I could go back to your childhood, I would definitely protect you!” She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Orion’s gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, nearly burning her reflection in the mirror. Xannie, you have already protected me. You’ve always been protecting, always been the purest angel, the most radiant deity. “All done, it’s dry now!” Xanthea turned off the hairdryer and tiptoed to put it away in the cabinet. Orion watched her slender and tantalizing waist, barely a handful, and it took all his strength not to pull her fiercely into his arms. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, be with her. As Xanthea turned around, she inadvertently caught his fierce expression and was startled. She reached out to touch his head, but he dodged. “Orion, you’re not getting sick again, are you?” “No, just a bit ‘hungry.” “Then let’s go eat, wait a second!” Xanthea paused, looking up at the wall clock. The clock struck midnight, it was already a new day! “Oh no, it’s already midnight, and I haven’t yet reviewed those acting techniques for romantic scenes Benjamin showed me!” At the mention of “Benjamin,” Orion’s expression darkened. … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 218” »
Chapter 217 It took him a moment before he finally smiled and stood up, heading towards the bathroom. Xanthea was startled by his indescribable, eerie smile. As she watched his retreating figure, she couldn’t help but recall his reaction when she invited him to her engagement ceremony in Willowdale. Back then, he seemed to have suffered a devastating blow, but now he radiated an unbelievable joy. “Orion, what’s going on?” She hurried after him, only to see a closed door and the sound of running water inside. The cold water drenched his hair, streaming down his well–defined face and onto his broad chest, soaking through his suit and tingling every nerve and cell in his body. It was true. Everything was real, not an illusion. He had always thought Xan loved Matthew with all her life, which is why from their childhood days, she was always glued to him, sharing every sorrow and joy of her life with him, all the thoughtfully planned surprises and gifts were prepared for him alone, and she would shield him from any danger without a second thought. So he never dared get close to her, never dared hope she would even glance his way. But now she was telling him, she didn’t care for Matthew as much as he thought! “Bang-” He struck the wall with a heavy punch, stirring up a spray of water droplets. Extreme regret and joy intertwined, leaving him overwhelmed by his emotions. If only he had known earlier. Hearing the loud noise, Xanthea grew anxious. She pressed her ear against the bathroom door, “Orion, are you alright? Did you fall?” On the misty mirror, he wiped away the water droplets, revealing a face that had completely for off its disguise and restraint. From now on, Xan would be his and his alone. “Orion, if you don’t come out soon, I’ll just go in.” Xanthea, becoming anxious, was about to open the door when Orion came out. He had changed into a brand–new white suit, looking fresh and refined, with no hint of anything amiss, except for his slightly damp hair. “Did you take a shower?” Why would he suddenly take a shower while eating? And why the impeccable dress–up at home? It was the first time she saw him in a white suit, and it was somewhat captivating, like a noble prince from an ancient castle, stunningly handsome. 1/3 12:24 Chapter 217 Unconsciously, Xanthea swallowed, “Yeah, got a bit of kitchen grease on me.” So his need for cleanliness had kicked in, no wonder his expression looked so weird. Just like Cedric said. he was a perfectionist for cleanliness. Orion looked at her hand on the bathroom doorknob, “Xannie, were you trying to come in and join me?” יילור Xanthea jolted, instantly releasing her grip, “Who wants to shower with you? I was just worried you might have an accident in there. Quickly dry your hair and come to eat!” “It’s okay.” He shook his head and walked towards the dining table, with no intention of drying his hair. Seeing this, Xanthea grabbed his arm, “What do you mean ‘It’s okay‘? Wet hair can easily lead to a cold. Have you forgotten how sick you were just a few days ago?” “Then will Xannie dry it for me?” He turned, a faint smile playing at the corners of his eyes. Seeing his triumphant smile, she couldn’t help feeling like she had fallen into a trap. “Why are you suddenly calling me “Xannie“?” 1 like “Xannie” “Ah?” Orion: “I like calling you Xannie. Do you not like it?” “I, I don’t mind.” Xanthea was a bit puzzled by him, furrowing her brows slightly. Then, he suddenly stepped closer, his tall, commanding figure casting a shadow over her, his gaze intensifying. “From now on, “Xannie‘ can only be called by me. Don’t let anyone else call you that, okay?” “Oh.” Few did anyway. Xanthea noticed something seemed different about him since he came out of the bathroom. … Read More “My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace (Xanthe and Mr. Lockwood ) Chapter 217” »
Chapter 216 But why did Orion intercept these photos? Starlight Media was a titan in the industry, renowned for its eagle–eyed PR department that missed nothing within the circle. Any whisper of news or exclusive scoops had to pass through its review before being released. Could it be that Orion had specifically instructed someone to intercept all her “scandalous leaks“? Otherwise, how could the photos April took with so much effort not be published immediately, and instead fall into someone else’s hands, becoming leverage? As she pondered, a sweet thrill fluttered in her heart, and she began to playfully roll around with the photos in hand. “Xan, come have some late–night snacks.“” Orion stepped out of the kitchen, seeing the girl rolling on the carpet like a kitten, corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, “Don’t lie on the floor, you’ll catch a cold.” Xanthea scurried over, “It’s fine, there’s a carpet. But your carpet is short–piled; it’s a bit rough on the skin!” “Alright, we’ll get a plush one tomorrow.” Xanthea bit her lip. She had only made a casual remark. This was his room; why would he consider changing his carpet for her? “Oh, I like the pure wool ones.” Orion seemed to notice something and slowly lifted his head, and Xanthea quickly added, “Orion, thank you.” “Thank you?” “For intercepting these photos. If they’d leaked online, all my recent efforts would have been for nothing. I could have been blasted out of the industry, not just failed to trend.” “That won’t happen.” “What do you mean ‘it won’t‘? Nowadays, people only believe what they see online, they don’t care about explanations.” As she spoke, she noticed his slight pause and waved her hand, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about you. But what did you mean by saying anyone can but you can’t at the elevator door?” Normally, wouldn’t someone confront her directly after seeing those photos? Why did he say something so add? Orion’s eyes darkened, a shadow cast by his thick lashes. Why had he spoken so carelessly? “Everyone can disbelieve you, but I cannot.” Xanthea: “Do you think I believe that?” His gaze had been so intense, it felt like he could tear her apart–where was there even a hint of belief in her? Chapter 216 “If you really believed me, you wouldn’t have mentioned the “secret rendezvous with another man in the middle of the night,” or questioned whether I was being appropriate.” Xanthea recalled his earlier words and was still a bit angry, especially about Matthew, “Matthew and I aren’t even engaged yet. He’s not necessarily my fiancé. Even if I did meet other men secretly, it wouldn’t be betraying him, right?” She looked up, startled by his fierce, fiery gaze, “What did you say?” “I, I said if you really believed me.” “Matthew is not necessarily your fiancé?” He spoke deliberately, his deep, resonant voice chiseling into her, eagerly awaiting her answer with great tension. “Yeah, we haven’t had the engagement ceremony yet.” “You don’t like him that much?” Xanthea met his gaze and nodded, “Mhm.” With her affirmative answer, Orion’s dark eyes seemed as if a vast chasm had been torn open within, abruptly revealing a whirlwind of complex and intense emotions that Xanthea couldn’t decipher.