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.

raced unexpectedly as I listened to his heartbeat against his

had this bad feeling. In Colin's wish for me, he didn't

normal husband, kids, three meals a

thought of himself as a monster,

me go in the

already planned out this so-called life

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

didn't answer, just

was a simple gesture, it comforted

so insecure,

have to pity me

stubbornly, afraid his current

husband a genius? Why so little faith

heart, numb as it

glanced at my feet, noticing the slight bleeding from when

was visibly upset, scooping me into his

wasn't me being light, but

kidnapping drama, I was physically and

had just laid me on the bed when I drifted off to

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

with amnesia, do you think

state, I heard

for Dexter don't