Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 193

Eric steered his sleek sedan through the bustling downtown streets until he pulled up in front of a villa nestled in the heart of the city’s most affluent neighborhood.

The houses here were known for their staggering price tags. I remember Dad had once mentioned that this area was developed by the Langley Group–a gated community so exclusive that our family couldn’t afford a mailbox here, even if we scrimped and saved for another twenty years.

Could Colin really afford a place like this? Ever since he was fourteen and got into the Genius Class with all those bonuses, scholarships, and part–time jobs… it still didn’t seem likely. Especially not since the Langley family’s fortune seemed out of reach after his father Ethan’s passing.

Even the Langley Group was a recent responsibility thrust upon him, and he was hardly wielding real power yet, constantly being undermined and forced into a defensive stance.

“How on earth did he buy a house here?” I asked Eric, my voice laced with astonishment.

Eric took a lengthy pause before he sidestepped my question with a vague admiration. “Mr. Caleb is quite remarkable; he’s a genius.”

We parked the car in the driveway of the lakeside villa. I was blown away by the opulence that surrounded us–truly, this was Sea City’s crown jewel of real estate.

This house of Colin’s. It couldn’t possibly be bought with his own money, could it?

Stepping into the garden, I was struck dumb. It was a floral paradise, bursting with blooms that stirred memories within me–bellflowers, roses, and the walls were draped with climbing roses. “Phoebe, we’ll have our own home…”

“Phoebe… I’ll hide you away, so no one can ever hurt you again…”

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overcame me, along with that familiar throbbing headache, signaling a slow return of my memories.

And every fragment I recalled was intertwined with Colin.

the living room, I

curtains drawn, not a

Open the

in; the thought of him hurting himself again was too much to bear.

is quite unstable; I’ll have someone break down the door,” Eric said,

you,” I

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dropped, hoarse and

urgency, as if Colin were

on the door with force.

at me,” his voice came through, desperate, not

run. I embraced my identity. “Colin, I

eyes wide with alarm, his hands covered in blood as they trembled to cup my face. “Phoebe, do you

He seemed fearful.

remember everything or afraid of

only remember meeting you at the orphanage as children, and something about waiting for you during the college entrance exams… What exactly is our

mirrored my own. “You remember me…”

was just a fleeting moment from the

charged with emotion as he pulled me into a tight embrace, his fingers still dripping blood.

scent of iron filled my nostrils, and my heart raced with inexplicable

people are almost gone very soon,”

don’t make a mistake. Tell me you

a murderer.