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 so strange.

murderer is still at large, Dexter. You have

vicious, took so many lives, and is still on the loose.”

the others were discussing the murderer, a scene that

still in her white sundress, gentle as a

instinctively recoiled, not understanding why I

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

mind – they all deserved to die.

with the thought, numbly backing away, breathing fast and heavy.

at me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re

unusually gentle, far

with fear, watching him warily. “Don’t… don’t touch

before; I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s promise was sincere as if

me, asking for my

hand, my

thinking? I actually wanted to… break his hand.

out and tried to touch me.

I cried out in fear, quickly stepping

Dexter I feared, but the thoughts swirling in my own mind.

up the stairs, step by step. “Come down

smile was soft and

with suspicion, my pupils

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.