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?

clutched the bracelet, the menacing aura around him dissipated, and he retreated to a corner to curl

few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down.

memories. I hadn’t fully digested them until now,

was the daughter of Anthony Larson, the president of the Larson Group, and had been bartered like a commodity to the Langley family as a mere breeding

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

or sheer

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

glanced at me, his deep, mixed–race eyes seemingly capable of drawing one in, dangerously beautiful. There he was, stark naked, hiding in the corner like a perfect

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his

physique was impeccable, with long, powerful legs, and fair skin. The ferocious scars on his shins and the

can I get out of here?” I asked warily, trying to keep my voice soft.

me, quietly, intently.

Suddenly, he called my name.

I looked up.

I wasn’t sure myself was he calling