Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 95

“Who might you be?” I asked with a cool indifference, feigning ignorance as if addressing a stranger.

Coraline’s face flushed with a flicker of anger, clearly riled by my pretense.

Yet, she quickly let out a sardonic laugh. “Oh, I heard Brendan’s under the weather, leaving you and that filthy imbecile to fend for yourselves. Poor sis, you really drew the short straw.”

I didn’t even grace her with a glance. Compared to Melody, Coraline seemed green around the edges.

Melody was the type whose malice was hidden beneath a veneer of charm, but Coraline wore her nastiness like a badge of honor.

“A barking dog never bites,” I mused internally. “Melody’s in a whole different league than Coraline.”

Now that I’ve faced down Melody without flinching, why would I be scared of a spoiled bully like Coraline?

“What’s with the attitude? I deign to call you ‘sister‘ and you act all high and mighty!” Coraline fumed, blocking my path.

I knew that Coraline was the one initially intended to marry into the Langley family. Raised as the fragile darling of the Larson household, her parents couldn’t bear to send her into the so–called lion’s den, so they had Foebe take her place instead.

that the Langley madhouse didn’t give a damn about Foebe’s well–being. On her very first night there, Foebe must have fought back, leading to an overdose and her death

I woke up inside her.

does it feel to be married to an imbecile?” Coraline taunted with a spiteful

I commanded, my voice resonating with a firmness

house.” She was about to reassert

memories, I could sense a deep–seated jealousy and

the parental love that was rightfully hers. Because of the life swap, Foebe wasn’t retrieved

confidence, her natural beauty overshadowed by insecurity despite her

boyfriend once, a dashing young man from a wealthy family, but

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from Foebe, always flaunting. “This is my house; what right do you have

was timid to

this world who lived a life

it was only after losing my parents at eighteen and being at the mercy of others that I

“Last I checked, the

paused, suspicion in her eyes as if she couldn’t comprehend the transformation before her.