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?

and he retreated to a corner to curl up,

a few deep breaths, forcing myself

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

Group, and had

only to be forced by Samuel Langley, the man in the wheelchair, to take

to some bizarre twist of fate or sheer coincidence, I was REBORN

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

he was, stark naked, hiding in the corner like a perfect work of art straight out

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by his beauty.

shins and the soles of his feet did nothing to mar the beauty

can I get out of here?” I asked warily, trying to

just watched me, quietly,

he called my

looked up.

I wasn’t sure myself was he calling Phoebe, or Foebe? The two sounded very similar.