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

took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down.

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

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

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

of fate or sheer coincidence, I was REBORN into

secure the trust of this man, whose sanity was

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

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his beauty.

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

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

watched me,

he called my name.

looked up.

I wasn’t sure myself was he calling Phoebe, or Foebe? The