Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 11

“I didn’t do it, how many times do I have to say it before you’ll believe me? I didn’t push her…” Without any evidence, Dexter always took Melody’s word as gospel. He trusted her unconditionally.

As for me? I might as well have been trash.

“Phoebe, you really deserve to die.”

The phrase he loved to throw at me was, “Phoebe, you deserve to die.”

That day, he didn’t let me off the hook. He slept with me in the club’s VIP room just to humiliate

1. me.

“Phoebe, do you have any idea how much those barflies charge for a night? Eight hundred…”

“Phoebe, you’re not even worth that much.”

“Phoebe, maybe I should’ve just let them have their way with you, huh?”

I lay on the couch numbly, feeling like my soul had been shredded to pieces.

“Dexter, please, just leave me alone…”

long

me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless of whether my clothes had been torn to shreds.

as if disgusted that he’d lost control

leave me behind. Please.” I begged him.

and slammed the door behind him, not caring about the mess

getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood snapped me back to

in what was left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my

down, and Dexter was nowhere

through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price

just ran out in panic.

run? Playing the innocent? After being used like that by a rich guy, you’re not going to shy

I backed away and muttered, “Don’t

streets are full of drunks. You think you’ll still be back home in one piece

drunks were everywhere outside. How could they possibly let me go?

me alone, but he walked away

tears streaming down my face as

right. No sooner had I left the club than I was cornered in an

I waited for the

love him

had to survive.

to escape as far