Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Because she knew that only the president of All–Stars Consortium could outplay the Langley family.

After all, I was now Mrs. Langley, and even if I didn’t have real power yet, I was still the missus of the Langley Group CEO.

And what was she? Dexter wouldn’t even give her a proper title. If she didn’t hustle to get close to the president of All–Stars Consortium, how was she supposed to protect herself, to outshine me, to compete with me?

“Foebe Larson, I’ve already knelt before you in public. What more do you want?” Melody ground her teeth as she spoke, her voice tinged with a plea for sympathy.

The onlookers began to murmur among themselves. Seizing the moment, Melody burst into tears, “Foebe, you wanted me to kneel, and I did. Please, just help me; you’re the only one who can save me now.”

Melody feared Colin, thinking he was the murderer, yet she knew she had to leverage her connection with the Langley family for protection.

“Colin…I know you despise those of us from the orphanage, but we grew up together. We were all kids, bound to make mistakes. Can’t you just forget the past and let us go?” Melody’s gaze fell on Colin.

Colin furrowed his brow, holding me with one arm, “Don’t try to guilt–trip me. I don’t do morals.”

Melody, lips quivering with anger, spoke again, “Colin, do you really have to nitpick with us?”

“Come on, what’s the big deal? Forcing this poor girl to her knees?”

“You’re being too harsh. What harm could she possibly do?”

A few “kind–hearted” women began to chide.

I glanced at them, “She, along with a pack of beasts, locked my husband in a tiny, barred room, set it on fire, causing over twenty deaths and numerous serious injuries.”

As my words settled, everyone was shocked, looking at Melody as if she were a ghoul.

Melody, stunned, tried to explain, “Foebe, I wasn’t involved in that orphanage fire.”

“Whether you were involved, you know it damn well. A murderer doesn’t kill the innocent, and you seem far from innocent.” I stepped forward, towering over Melody, “Back then, those who were burned alive, struggling in the fire…they saw you through those bars, clear as day.” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Melody collapsed to the ground, recoiling in terror, “You’re lying…you’re lying.”

I scoffed, seeing her reaction; she was definitely involved.

“Foebe Larson! Colin is a madman; he’s been crazy since we were kids! His love is Phoebe!

Phoebe was his girlfriend, and she’s just as mad!” Melody screamed as if she had been

startled.

Her eyes were wide with fear, looking past me at Colin.

“He loved Phoebe, and now that she’s dead, you’re nothing but a stand–in, a puppet, a piece of decoration. Do you think he loves you? When he tires of you, he’ll kill you without a second. thought, trapping you in a glass cabinet! You’ll die too; you’ll all die!” She yelled at me.

I turned, equally shocked, to look at Colin.

Did I have a romance with Colin that I couldn’t remember because of my amnesia?

Aggrieved, Colin looked at me with a hint of red in his eyes, offering a faint smile, “Phoebe, I don’t blame you.”

For not remembering him. He always said he didn’t blame me. But it only made me more

anxious.

Colin didn’t deny Melody’s words, which meant she was telling the truth about this.

I had forgotten my former lover Colin, and during the years he was trapped in his personal hell, I had fallen in love with Dexter.

And when Colin finally broke free from his cage to find me, he discovered I had forgotten him and fallen for someone else?

Why did my heart ache so much?

Was this really the truth?

If so, I owed Colin so much, too much.