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.

his sides, wanting to say he loved Phoebe. But his throat felt too raw to

to make Phoebe love him, to become the lover

hard.

in the end, he had only moved himself.

“If

let us go,” I

go this time. I owe

front of him, Colin’s fierceness softened,

started to sulk. “He always tries to

squeezed his hand a little

no intention of letting us leave.

11:30

he was stalling; Henry’s men must be on

Melody slashed a knife across her neck, and she cried

eyes with Dexter; he was gambling.

snatched the knife from the bodyguard and pressed it to my own throat.

‘Phoebe‘ dies?

panicked, his eyes wild

was visibly

I demanded, my gaze steely.

directing