Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 272

I’m the one with the insatiable craving for mango tapioca pudding, but I’m cursed with an allergy to mangoes. Every time I snuck off to indulge, Colin was quick to cover for me, claiming he was the fan of the sweet treat. Then he only let me have a taste before he scarfed down the rest.

He said he loved mango tapioca pudding. But in truth, it was Phoebe who adored it. He was just ‘forced‘ to love it, that’s all.

“Just a little bite,” Colin whispered, coaxing me away.

Dexter stood there, rigid, trying to find the words. “Phoebe…”

“I thought I made it clear to you, ‘Phoebe‘ is allergic to mangoes.”

Ignorance was forgivable once, but to still forget? Love seems to falter in the details.

“Phoebe, it’s not like that. I just thought… your body now is Foebe’s…” Dexter tried to clarify that Foebe wasn’t allergic to mangoes. But deep down, he was still doubting my identity as ‘Phoebe‘.

Yet he was obsessed and stubborn about turning ‘Foebe‘ into Phoebe.

Treating me like his puppet, his perfect substitute.

“Dexter, you’re just as selfish as ever. You don’t love anyone; you only love yourself,” I said with biting sarcasm, gripping Colin’s hand tighter. “Didn’t anyone tell you love can fade? Especially when it’s built on your lies.”

He went to such lengths to deceive, yet he couldn’t cherish what he had won.

he

his quest to make Phoebe love him, to become the lover in her heart, he

hard.

he had only moved himself.

“If

I

not letting go this time. I

of him, Colin’s fierceness softened, his gaze

sulk. “He always tries to

squeezed his hand a little

he had no intention of letting us

11:30

he was stalling; Henry’s men must be

a knife across her neck, and she cried out for

Dexter; he

the knife from the bodyguard and pressed it to my own

if ‘Phoebe‘ dies?

his eyes

visibly shaken.

I demanded, my

stepping away from the door, directing his guards to do the