Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 50

I was gone, yet the killer hadn’t truly been brought to justice.

Colin was bailed out by the Langley family once more, armed with a psychiatric diagnosis and an alibi. The police were powerless, and they had no choice but to let him walk free again.

“You little brat, if you don’t give the Langley family an heir soon, you can forget about ever leaving this place!”

In a daze, I heard a vicious voice. It snapped me back to reality.

“Sir, the drug has been administered, and the woman is in the room. This time, it’s bound to work.”

My heart raced with panic. Where am I? Why are my eyelids so heavy?

“Phoebe…” A raspy voice reached my ears, filled with hurried breaths and a trembling desire that couldn’t be concealed.

Suddenly, a kiss laden with burning urgency pressed upon me, and my shock and dread peaked.

Where is this? Where am I?

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“Mmm…” A low groan seemed to escape my throat as I struggled to resist and to open my eyes, but to no avail.

“Phoebe…” He kept calling my name, yet it felt so alien to me.

His touch was frantic, but I could feel him fighting with all his might to restrain–his desires. It was as if he cherished my body, not wanting to hurt me..

Phoebe, I can’t control… my

choking up, apologizing, seemingly out

and

“Mmm…”

an unknown span of time, the soreness of

my eyes, squinting as the light

through the French windows, with

13:11

rubbed my aching forehead, took a moment to

in shock.

Wasn’t I dead?

sat bewildered, staring at the man lying

The unfamiliar surroundings and the man prompted a startled cry from me,

my wrist, pulling me

I stared at the hand, scars trailing from the back of it to the forearm, the muscles defined

was lying on the bed, his back even more scarred, yet the attractive muscle contours seemed

but I forced myself to stay

loosely covered his lower waist, the contours of his hips were clear and

the scene before me, even I could guess what had

I stared at the crimson mark, panicked, and quickly got off

legs rooted me to the

Impossible…

in bed long ago, the