Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I had found myself reborn into the body of a stranger out of the blue; everything around me was unfamiliar.

This fool had a scent that felt known to me, yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall where it was from.

After what felt like an eternity of insomnia, I finally succumbed to a deep, heavy sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

“Madam…” The housekeeper walked in, bringing in my lunch.

“Where’s Coli… Where’s Caleb?” I asked.

The housekeeper glanced outside. “He’s been out since early morning.”

I massaged my temples and got up to walk to the window walls.

Colin hadn’t wandered off; he was sitting barefoot on the lawn, basking in the sunlight.

I had to admit, he was breathtakingly perfect, a natural masterpiece, harmoniously one with the great outdoors.

He swung his legs and lazily looked up, our gazes meeting just so.

Instinctively, my heart tightened, and I stepped back, unsure why I felt the need to hide.

When I approached the doors again, Colin was no longer in the yard.

I stretched and sighed, still a bit dazed.

Before I could gather my thoughts, arms wrapped around me from behind.

“You’re awake.” Colin murmured softly.

I was used to his sudden appearances. “I’ve told you not to wander with that injury on your foot; you should be using a wheelchair.”

Colin hung his head like a chastised child.

“Madam, the Larsons have called. Your father wants you to come home,” the housekeeper informed me.

I was taken aback. Father?

Foebe’s father, Anthony Larson?

After my own parents died in a car crash, the concept of ‘parents‘ became foreign to me. Now reborn as Foebe, I was still adjusting to the idea that she indeed had parents.

“I understand.” I replied. There was no use in hiding forever.

Anthony had used Foebe’s marriage to get into the Langleys, and now that the Langley family

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was in turmoil, he wouldn’t overlook their assets. Moreover, I was carrying a Langley heir.

I could almost guess Anthony’s agenda without seeing him.

“Phoebe, should I come with you?” Colin asked in a low voice.

I shook my head. “I’ll go alone.”

eded to get a feel for the Larson family’s dynamics.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since I’d been reborn as Foebe, I had to embrace this identity and use it to survive.

Being associated with the Langleys had put me in the spotlight, making survival that much harder. Too many in the Langley family did not wish for Colin, the baby, or me to live.

Not only did I have to uncover the murderer and the truth, but I also had to ensure the safety of my child and me.

Colin didn’t stop me but just held my hand. I calmed him with a lollipop and he took it with a smile. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I realized that since the tragedy with Brendan and Samuel, Colin had become more cheerful.

It was a good change–truly, it was.

It would be even better if he weren’t the murderer.

Leaving the Langley estate, the driver took me back to the Larsons.

I had little knowledge of what awaited me at the Larson household; Foebe’s memories provided me with scant information, just that her parents didn’t love her and saw her as a pawn and a tool.

“Miss, you’re back! Madam has been talking nonstop about you these past days.”

As soon as my feet touched the yard, the housekeeper greeted me with a smile.

This was quite different from the housekeeper in Foebe’s memories.

“Oh my, sister, we thought after marrying into high society, you wouldn’t recognize us anymore.” mocked a girl clad in designer wear, standing arrogantly in the yard.

I gave her a glance–Foebe’s sister, Coraline Larson.

Not a blood sister, but a child mistakenly taken in by the Larsons, who, despite having no biological ties, was coddled and adored by everyone in the Larson household.