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, like

deep breaths, forcing myself to calm

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

the Larson Group, and had been bartered like a commodity to the Langley family as a mere breeding tool.

priced and tagged entering the Langley household only to be forced by Samuel Langley, the man in the wheelchair, to take fértility. drugs and other medications that were too

to some bizarre twist of fate or sheer coincidence, I

him, needing to disguise myself and secure the trust of this man, whose sanity was still in

mixed–race eyes seemingly capable of drawing one in, dangerously beautiful. There he was, stark naked, hiding in the corner

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by his beauty.

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

of here?” I asked warily,

just watched me,

Suddenly, he called

I looked up.

was he calling Phoebe, or Foebe? The two sounded