Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 79

Ugh, talk about karma, right?

Never mind whether Colin actually did the deed or not, a scumbag like Samuel lying there comatose was kind of poetic justice.

“Mr. Brendan’s rushed back,” the assistant Eric piped up again.

Colin didn’t respond, just threw a glance my way.

I was distracted, feeling like this was all too coincidental. “Let’s head back.”

The Langley family had lost another member. Now, Brendan was left without even a barren son to call his own, only Colin, the so–called ‘mad bastard‘ of a grandson, and the unborn child in my belly.

I didn’t know what this meant for Colin, whether it was good or bad news.

Brendan was getting on in years, and the Langley enterprise couldn’t take much more shaking up. Samuel was a fool, completely useless at driving the company forward, but as Brendan’s only son, he’d been at the helm, leading the family to a state of hollow strength.

As Brendan aged, the fear was that if the Langley bloodline faltered, the jackals and hyenas within would rise up, unable to be contained any longer.

The child inside me was still so small; its safe arrival into the world was uncertain, as was the question of whether Brendan would live to see it grow up and take over the family business.

to

car, I glanced

a shame. If he weren’t mad, with his smarts and near–insane genius,

the road, we

that day. Sitting in the car, I watched

was pouring the day my parents died in a

rain, the dark, and

to hold me during my darkest fears and wished Dexter would have been

only ever added salt to my wounds, crushing me

“Boom!”

Chapter 79

the sky, and the thunder made me

was just like that day when I was eighteen, the day of my parents‘ accident.

breath quivered, and my body

here, young master, young mistress,” the assistant Eric said, opening the door for

with each clap of thunder, I couldn’t help

of the car, came around to my side, and draped

looking up at Colin with his

always feel so eerily

of the memories