Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 337

I stared at Colin, gobsmacked. Was I?

So, that meant the whole spiel about me being the valedictorian of the Genius Contest was real, and tutoring those missing kids was too?

My fingers tingled with numbness as a throbbing headache made me sway unsteadily on my feet.

Colin rushed over and wrapped his arms around me, his voice a soothing whisper. "It doesn't matter. Their disappearance isn't on you, it's just..."

His voice was husky with tension as he glanced nervously at Robin. "The whole Genius Contest thing was just a publicity stunt, a way for the elite to lure in average families with the promise of hefty scholarships, preying on the hopes of those dreaming for their kids to shoot for the stars. Phoebe was a victim too. She was just a pawn, like a mannequin in a store window, with no choice of her own, put on display, an ornament. She's not to blame."

Colin was shaking, trying so desperately to prove something to me as he held me.

"Phoebe..." Stella's voice shook as she rushed over to us.

Robin furrowed his brow but said nothing.

Clearly, everything now was proving that Dexter, Stella, and Colin all saw me as Phoebe.

How could a dead person just suddenly come back to life in

“Phoebe…”

flashed through my mind, a

Damian had circled around me, his smile

heard of a montage of truths? Each sentence I say is true on its own, but strung together,

have to

of a rich playboy. Each part of that statement is true on its own, but the real order is that I

truth, spun differently, suddenly took on

giving up his life? Make him believe

teaching me how to deceive.

was he

me to

Damian patted my shoulder, his voice

want you to be his one true love, his only

as I tried to make sense of who

Who was it?

a memory cleared, and I saw the

Dexter...