Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 259

Dexter, she’s not Phoebe…”

The last fragments of consciousness hung on Melody’s tearful declaration that I wasn’t Phoebe.

“Phoebe is dead.”

I knew she was scared, panicking.

But why the panic? She was so confident before, so sure Dexter would marry her. Now, why the tears?

When I woke up again, everything was stark white. I found myself in a strangely familiar yet foreign place.

It was the Fitzgerald family mansion, the bedroom I had lived in for many years.

My vision was a bit numb. I tried to move my arm, but my body wasn’t quite under my control.

“Miss Phoebe…” a familiar voice called out my name.

“Miss, dinner’s ready,” said Wendy, the housekeeper, calling out to me.

I sat up with a headache, looking down at the clothes I was wearing, feeling a bit out of it.

These pajamas… they were a gift from Hailey.

“Miss, the young master is back,” Wendy said with a smile from outside the door.

so familiar yet

at large, Dexter.

is so vicious, took so many lives, and is

and the others were discussing the murderer, a scene that felt eerily familiar.

still in her white sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the first to notice me, her eyes shifting

instinctively recoiled, not understanding why I trembled

couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t fear I

– they all deserved

the thought, numbly

came upstairs, looking at me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just here for a get–together; join us for dinner.”

far from the one I

with fear, watching him

at me? I was wrong before; I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s promise was sincere as if he

me,

his hand, my

I actually wanted to… break his

out

out in fear, quickly

I feared, but the thoughts swirling in my

okay?” Melody came up the stairs, step by step. “Come down for dinner.”

was soft

her with suspicion, my

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.