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

Dexter. You have to protect Melody.”

so vicious, took so many lives, and is still

and the others were discussing the murderer, a scene that

sat on the sofa, still in her white sundress, gentle as a stream.

understanding why I trembled

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

– they all deserved to die.

the thought, numbly backing away,

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

gentle, far from the

him warily. “Don’t… don’t touch

was wrong before; I’ll never hurt

reached out to me, asking for my trust.

his hand, my vision blurred.

actually wanted to… break his hand.

saw me spacing out and tried to touch me.

I cried out in fear, quickly stepping back.

but the

Melody came up the stairs, step by step. “Come down for

soft and inviting.

watched her with suspicion,

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.