Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Hmm?”

“You went out, didn’t you?” He gazed into my eyes.

I felt a pang of guilt. “Um…”

“Phoebe, forget about him; he’s not worth it,” Colin’s words came out of the blue.

My heart raced as I looked at Colin, wondering who he was referring to.

In my memory, Foebe did have an ex–boyfriend, a real piece of work, even worse than Dexter. Was Colin talking about him?

Without an explanation, I looked down and walked away.

Colin’s eyes were always so intense as if they could pull you in–I dared not look too long.

“Madam, these are the clothes and jewelry that the Mr. Samuel has sent over. He says that now you’re part of the Langley family, you should outshine everyone else,” the nanny said with a look of envy as she brought in the luxurious custom attire and jewelry.

I glanced at the garments and jewelry; they were indeed valuable, with a single necklace costing eight figures.

Standing up, I approached the mirror and casually started to get ready.

“I saw the CEO of Fitzgerald Group arriving with his fiancée–what a perfect match they make.” the nanny reminded me.

I frowned, looking at her. “Dexter and Melody?”

She nodded.

Ah, talk about a small world. Well, I couldn’t be blamed for this; it was just Melody’s bad luck to bump into me here.

Knowing Brendan cared about appearances, I did my makeup and slipped into a strapless: evening gown.

The gown plunged daringly low, accentuating Foebe’s already flawless figure to a tantalizing degree.

Looking at my reflection, I had to admit, to describe myself as a Muse wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Foebe was truly stunning, the kind that would stand out in the entertainment industry..

“So beautiful…” even the nanny couldn’t help but compliment.

Yet, my expression soured. Such a low–cut gown–Samuel was truly despicable.

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Indeed, it seemed all men were the same, even when confined to a wheelchair.

At the doorway, Samuel sat in his wheelchair, applauding. “I must admire the old man’s taste–top– notch choices. You look absolutely ravishing.”

His praise made me want to gag.

I watched him warily and managed a smile. “Thank you for the compliment, Uncle.”

By asserting my role, he should have gotten the hint.

But, of course, his intentions were far from pure. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Samuel glanced at the nanny. “Leave us; I have something to discuss with her.”

The nanny hesitated but didn’t dare say more, and she kindly closed the door behind her as she left.

I watched Samuel, my brows furrowed. “What is it you wanted to discuss, Uncle?”

“Phoebe, you’re a smart girl. You must understand who will eventually take charge of the Langley family?” Samuel rose from his wheelchair and approached me.

I stared at him in surprise. He wasn’t disabled? He could walk? Why play the part of the wheelchair– bound man–why not just lie down in a coffin instead?

“I don’t understand what you mean, Uncle,” I said, taking a step back.

“It’s such a pity for you, being with a madman. If only I were…” Samuel clenched his teeth, a fierce look flashing in his eyes as if there was something he deeply resented.

The Langley family’s inability to produce heirs was the laughingstock of Sea City, a joke commonly shared even among Dexter and his circle. They mocked Samuel, saying the Langley family, with such a heritage, ended up with a dud like Samuel. He had ruined himself in his youth and would likely meet his end at the hands of a woman.

“Foebe, once this child is born, the madman will lose his value. The old man has no other heirs but me. If you play your cards right with me, only then will you have a life worth living. understand?” Samuel was done pretending, laying it all out in the open. He reached to grab my dress with ill intent.

I tried to dodge, but he pinned me against the vanity.