Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 372



"What's going on here?"

"Just when I was about to leave, Colin grabbed my wrist.

Outside, Bran tried to come in but Colin kicked the door shut on him, locking Bran out with a loud bang.

Colin was fuming, and honestly, it scared me a bit.

"What are you trying to do...?" I had no clue what Colin had in mind...

"I want to keep you hidden... locked in the basement, where only I know you exist." Colin's voice was husky, filled with a suppressed emotion.

He cornered me, his presence and gaze more intense than I'd ever seen.

To be honest, this side of Colin scared me.

It reminded me of those stories my mom wrote in her diary about him locking Phoebe Caldwell in the basement, keeping her captive and tormenting her.

"You... you're not serious, are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Colin pulled me into his embrace and sighed. "Phoebe... I just want you to have a normal life, with friends like Stella, a regular... husband, kids, three meals a day, happiness, and safety."

"No matter the cost..." Colin murmured softly.

That must be his biggest wish.

unexpectedly as I listened to his

In Colin's wish for

a normal husband, kids, three meals a day... but he wasn't

thought of himself as

me go

planned out

clung tighter to Colin's shirt. "Don't you doubt that I'm Phoebe Caldwell? Didn't you say someone could

answer, just gently

simple gesture,

so insecure, lacking made me

have to pity me

stubbornly, afraid his current demeanor was just to

exasperated. "Isn't your husband a genius? Why so little faith

realizing that my heart, numb as it was, could

feet, noticing the slight bleeding from when I

upset, scooping me into his arms. I

light, but

ordeal with Melody and the kidnapping drama, I was physically and

on the bed when I drifted

effects of the drug were severe; my head ached terribly, and I was lost in

with amnesia, do you think

I heard someone talking to

for Dexter don't