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 his heartbeat against

feeling. In Colin's wish for me, he

a normal life, with friends, a normal husband, kids, three meals

himself as

me

out this so-called life

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

just gently patted my

was a simple gesture, it comforted

so insecure, lacking

have to pity me

stubbornly, afraid his current demeanor was just to

seemingly exasperated. "Isn't your husband a

as it

my feet, noticing the slight bleeding from when I had angrily walked

visibly upset, scooping me into his arms. I felt so light in

me being light, but

the ordeal with Melody and the kidnapping drama, I was

laid me on the bed when I

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

with amnesia, do you

state, I heard

for Dexter don't