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.

was so familiar yet so

is still at large, Dexter. You have to protect

dangerous times. That murderer is so vicious, took so many lives, and

and the others were discussing the murderer, a scene that felt

as a stream.

instinctively recoiled, not understanding why I trembled at the

the feeling that it wasn’t fear I

thought flashed through my mind – they all

with the thought, numbly backing away, breathing

me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just here for a get–together;

was unusually gentle, far from the one I remembered.

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

I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s promise was sincere

out to me, asking

at his hand, my vision blurred.

I thinking? I actually

me spacing out

cried out in fear,

the thoughts swirling in my own mind.

Melody came up the stairs,

was soft and

with suspicion, my pupils

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.