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.

Foebe. How could a dead person just suddenly come back to life in another person’s

“Phoebe…”

through my mind, a

to fool everyone?" Damian had circled around me, his smile sly as

I say is true on its own, but strung

to convince yourself

playboy. Each part of that statement is true on

suddenly took

you, even giving up his life? Make him believe in you unwaveringly, believe that everything you say is true." Damian’s sudden closeness

be teaching me how to deceive. How to

was he

telling me to

my shoulder, his voice insistent. "To make him believe in you, you

to be his one true love, his only one. Make him marry you,

tried to make sense of who Damian

Who was it?

cleared, and I saw the photograph on the

Dexter...