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.

Robin’s eyes, I was Foebe. How could a dead person just suddenly come back to

“Phoebe…”

through my mind, a voice familiar and

way to fool everyone?" Damian had circled around me, his smile sly as he began to speak.

I say is true on its own, but strung together, they form a

have to convince yourself

that statement is true on its own, but the real

suddenly took on a whole

doing anything for you, even giving up his life? Make

teaching me how to

he

telling me

shoulder, his voice insistent. "To make him believe

I want you to be his one true love, his only one. Make him marry you, make him hang on your every word, and turn him

tried to make sense of who Damian

Who was it?

a memory cleared, and I

Dexter...