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 strange.

large, Dexter. You have

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

and the others were discussing the murderer,

the sofa, still in her white sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the first to

why I trembled at the sight of them.

the feeling

thought flashed through my mind – they

numbly backing away, breathing

be afraid. They’re just here for a get–together;

voice was unusually gentle, far from the one

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

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

out to me, asking for

hand, my vision blurred.

actually wanted to… break his hand.

out and tried to touch me.

I cried out in fear, quickly stepping back.

the thoughts swirling in

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

soft and inviting.

with suspicion,

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.