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?

menacing aura around him dissipated, and he retreated to a

breaths, forcing myself to

I hadn’t fully digested them until now,

the Larson Group, and had been

business, Foebe was 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 harsh for her weak heart. Overwhelmed by fear, she died when

fate or

disguise myself and secure the trust of this man, whose sanity was still

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

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by his beauty.

powerful legs, and fair skin. The ferocious scars on his shins and the soles of his feet did nothing

of here?” I asked warily,

watched me,

he called my

I looked up. “Yes?”

was he calling Phoebe, or Foebe? The two sounded very similar.