The Resurrected Sweetheart

"After three years of mourning for his deceased fiancée Yvonne Stone, Mitchell Cook, the President of Atlantis Corporations, finally embarked on a new journey on the path of love with none other than Yvette Smith, the international supermodel, as his new girlfriend..."

This was the entertainment news on the TV.

Lying in bed in front of the TV, watching the news with an intensely hateful stare, was a sickly woman with a disfigured face!

There she was. Yvonne Stone, the fiancée of Mitchell Cook who had reportedly been dead for three years.

Only no one has realized that she was not dead. Instead, she had been kept as a living specimen all the while by Mitchell Cook and his evil paramour Yvette Smith!

The door opened suddenly, and the sound of a man pacing inside, accompanied by the lascivious laughter of a woman, flooded into the room.

Yvonne winced when she heard the noise. She sprang up, eager to throw herself off the bed at the monsters who had inflicted such evil upon her!

Yet she could not. With her lower half paralyzed, her struggles amounted only to her falling off the bed and crashing down on the floor, right before the ankles of the man and woman in each others' arms!

"Why, Yvonne?" The man's voice resounded silkily as he bent down, reaching out an arm to help the Yvonne up from the ground. "Why must you be so agitated every time we meet?"

Yvonne looked up at the monster wearing the skin of a man, her body trembling with disgust and anger as a hoarse voice strenuously escaped her damaged windpipe. "MITCHELL! COOK!"

"Your temper is still poor as always, Yvonne..." Mitchell observed dryly as he knelt down in front of her. He glimpsed himself on the TV and muttered softly, "Why to watch TV if it makes you so unhappy?"

And right beside him clicked the tall, blood-red high heels worn by the supermodel Yvette Smith, who saw herself on TV as well.

The V-neck, skintight skirt she wore fitted to every curve of her body, flaunting her luscious figure generously.

She coiled an arm around Mitchell's elbow and glared down at Yvonne's horrible face with disgust and cooed with a velvety voice, "Quit wasting time with her, Mitchell. We should focus on more pressing matters!"

"Pressing matters, you say?" Mitchell regarded her with a hint of lust on his dashing features. "Very well, if that's what you wish to call it."

As he spoke, he stood up and placed an arm around Yvette's slender waist and planted a deep kiss on her lips.

"YOU TWO!" Yvonne screamed from the floor. The only eye that she could open now was an enraged flush of red. With every shred of determination and anger, she pushed herself closer to the lecherous pair in front of her and opened her mouth wide to bite at his leg!

But before she could reach her target, the man's foot came up and kicked her squarely in her body, sending her careening across the smooth, burnished tiles on the floor. Her head bumped hard on the pointed corner of a medical apparatus, and she felt dizzy along with the sensation of warm liquid oozing from the back of her head.

"ARRGGGHH!" Yvonne's angry shrieks sounded like the throaty caterwauling of rusty bellows.

"Look at her, darling!" Yvette breathed deeply with feigned horror. "She screams like a banshee! That's frightening!"

"Enough of you!" Mitchell snarled at Yvonne.

"She looks hideous, darling." Yvette scowled disdainfully. "But I guess that's what you get after I splashed concentrated acid on you!"

"Hmph, she was so smug and proud then." The scornful Mitchell remarked, "I daresay not even beggars would be interested in her now, given her present state!"