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.

listened to

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

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

thought of himself as a monster,

let me

already planned out

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

answer, just gently patted my

simple

so insecure, lacking

to

current

"Isn't your husband a genius?

heart, numb as it was, could still skip

the slight bleeding from when

visibly upset, scooping me into his arms.

light, but him being incredibly

the kidnapping

had just laid me on the bed when

my head ached

amnesia, do you think she truly understands

state, I heard someone

feelings for Dexter