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.

room, I searched for

was shut tight, curtains drawn, not a

the

the thought of him hurting himself again was too much

I’ll have someone break down

I need to talk to you,” I coaxed gently, fearing

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Eric’s voice dropped, hoarse and grave.

laden with urgency, as if Colin were on the

I pounded on the door with

through, desperate, not wanting me to see him in a state of disarray.

time, I didn’t run. I embraced my identity. “Colin, I

the door swung open. Colin stood there, eyes wide with alarm, his hands covered in blood as they trembled

He seemed fearful.

hoping I’d remember everything or afraid of it?

something about waiting for you during the

eyes mirrored my own.

it was just a fleeting

me…” His voice was charged with emotion

iron filled my nostrils, and my heart raced with inexplicable

bad people are almost gone very soon,” Colin whispered.

“Colin, please don’t make a mistake. Tell me you

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