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.

heart raced unexpectedly as I listened to

reason, I had this bad feeling. In Colin's wish for me, he

friends, a normal husband, kids, three meals a day... but he wasn't in that picture,

of himself as a

he let me go

had he already planned out this

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

just

a simple gesture, it

insecure, lacking

have to

said stubbornly, afraid his current demeanor

a

my heart, numb as it was, could

the slight bleeding from when I had

me into his arms. I

me being light, but

kidnapping drama, I

just laid me on the bed

were severe; my head ached terribly, and I was lost in a

with amnesia, do you think she

drowsy state, I heard someone

feelings for Dexter