Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 52

Suddenly, it felt like my head was going to split open. Who was it teaching me self–defense in my hazy memories?

That voice, both foreign and familiar… Who does it belong to? Ever since that car crash when I was eighteen, who exactly had I forgotten?

I’ve always felt that I’ve forgotten someone really important, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember who!

Colin winced as if in pain, clutching his neck while fixing me with a smoldering gaze before frantically rummaging around.

At last, beneath a towel, he found a bracelet.

I stared at it, astonished. It was the same bracelet I had given to a thief, the one worn by the victim of a murder.

But the victim had already been found by the police, and the bracelet should have been in their custody.

Could it be… another one just like it?

aura around him dissipated, and he retreated to a corner to curl up,

deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down.

last night’s blackout, memories that weren’t mine had seeped into my mind – seemingly Foebe’s memories. I hadn’t fully digested them until now, taking

the Larson Group, and had been bartered like a commodity to the Langley family as

Langley, the man in the wheelchair, to take fértility. drugs and other medications that were too harsh for

fate or sheer coincidence, I was REBORN into her

to communicate with him, needing to disguise myself and secure the trust of

mixed–race eyes seemingly capable of drawing one in, dangerously beautiful. There he was, stark naked, hiding in the corner like a perfect work of art straight out of

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his

long, powerful legs, and fair skin. The ferocious scars on his shins and the soles of his

asked warily, trying to keep my

me,

he called

looked up. “Yes?”

he calling Phoebe, or