Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 394



I knew what James was up to. He was convinced Colin was the murderer and wanted to push Colin to his limits, hoping to provoke him into revealing himself.

Clutching the knife in my hand, I began to back away slowly.

James's laughter grew more maniacal, as if my fear was fueling his joy. "Come on then? Don't say I haven't been good to you," he taunted the men around him.

Some of them looked shell-shocked, understandably so since Jaxon's body was still dangling from the rafters, and they weren't in the mood.

But there were always the wild ones...

Like Archer.

"Do you remember me?" Archer's voice was deep as he approached me.

I frowned, who was he?

"Phoebe Caldwell..." he sounded unhinged as he suddenly grabbed my neck, calling me Phoebe Caldwell.

I looked at him, puzzled. Could he recognize me too?

"You've got the wrong person; she just looks a bit like Phoebe Caldwell," James tried to caution Archer, to avoid any fatalities. "You're crazy, seeing Phoebe Caldwell in everyone."

Clearly, Archer was beyond reason, ignoring James's words. "Remember this... all thanks to you."

Archer began to unbuckle his belt.

I panicked, trying to break free from his grasp.

But he was too strong.

As he dropped his pants, I instinctively closed my eyes, not wanting to see.

for you ruining me... I should be married with kids by now, living a

with hatred, blaming Phoebe

turning red, the

of yourself," Yale seemed scared too, seeing

few people over, trying to pull

tight grip on me. "Die, Phoebe Caldwell, you

"Crazy woman."

I was about to lose consciousness from suffocation, the lights went out

on this floor seemed to flicker off at

suffocation, I plunged the dagger Dexter gave me into

screamed in pain and finally

for air, I collapsed on the ground, my head pounding from the lack of

seemed to be breaking through

advantage of

many times have you violated her?" I remembered standing

a chair, the one I had just saved

it seems I haven't scared you... daring to do

the memory, my

her eyes red from crying, naked, with traces of blood between

she had

On the

Archer was also naked,

eyes wide

with terror. "Phoebe

maniac,

do!" Content

can't control

should be eu pret

hand,

Clean and decisive.