Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 144

Colin said Stella was one of the innocent ones.

That meant Colin had an inkling of who the real murderer was–one who didn’t kill the innocent. The bedroom door swung open, revealing a void of emptiness.

Not a soul in sight.

I scoured every room in the house, but it was as if the world had swallowed everyone whole.

“Bang!”

The bedroom erupted with noise once more, this time from the depths of the closet.

Exchanging a glance with Robin, we dashed over and flung open the closet door.

Stella was bound and gagged, a makeshift prison of hanging clothes and darkness.

Thankfully, her life wasn’t in danger; she was just a bit dehydrated.

“Stella!” Robin unwrapped her bindings and yanked the cloth from her mouth.

“That bastard… he’s warning us…” Stella’s voice was tinged with shock and panic before she slumped into Robin’s arms.

the hospital!” Robin hoisted her up and bolted for

raced up my spine. I whipped around, facing the portrait hanging

scream pierced

beautiful ballet photo had been replaced… replaced with a photo of me, taken when

halted, finally noticing

too preoccupied with the bedroom when they first walked in, lights flooding the dark, to notice the photo

covered my eyes, his voice quivering.

frozen in place, my body refusing to move, as if rooted

telling them

it’s dripping blood,” I whispered, trembling.

over my eyes, the coppery scent of blood was unmistakable.

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in the photo was freshly painted

is still nearby,” Colin’s voice was hoarse as

be lurking in the shadows, basking in his own twisted masterpiece…”

me to watch over

math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to the shoe cabinet by the

adult. But Colin moved toward

Dexter’s voice, laced with irritation, filled the doorway. He had brought a crew with him, looking more

animosity towards Colin was palpable. “This is Phoebe’s place, my fiancée, and this house