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.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

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.

"If it wasn't for you ruining me... I should be married with kids by now, living a happy family life, all because of you!"

His voice was filled with hatred, blaming Phoebe Caldwell for his ruin.

My face was turning red, the sense of impending death enveloping me.

"Archer, get a hold of yourself," Yale seemed scared too, seeing that Archer was out for my life.

He called a few people over, trying to pull Archer away.

But Archer kept a tight grip on me. "Die, Phoebe Caldwell, you maniac, you maniac!"

"Crazy woman."

Just as I was about to lose consciousness from suffocation, the lights went out again.

The lights on this floor seemed to flicker off at random intervals.

Fighting the suffocation, I plunged the dagger Dexter gave me into his wrist.

He screamed in pain and finally let go.

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

Some buried memories... seemed to be breaking through the surface at that moment.

"Taking advantage of her because

she's vulnerable, how many times have you violated her?" I remembered standing in the basement of the orphanage asking coldly. Content belongs to

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Tied to a chair, the one I had just saved myself from, was Archer.

"I stabbed Heaton over and over, and yet it seems I haven't scared you... daring to do such things to Zoe?"

In the memory, my laughter was terrifying.

Huddled in a corner was Zoe, her eyes red from crying, naked, with traces of blood between her legs.

Clearly... she had been violated.

On the

Archer was also naked,

his eyes wide with terror."

with terror. "Phoebe

, you maniac, what are you

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approached Archer, knife in hand, and stabbed down hard. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Clean and decisive.

Screams, blood, terrifying images flooded my mind.

I was horrified and nauseous.

Did I really do all this?

"Phoebe Caldwell, you maniac, ah..."

His screams echoed in my mind.

Gasping for breath, I retreated into the darkness, terrified beyond measure.

Colin...

Where was Colin?

It turned out, in moments of intense fear and vulnerability, I really did think of Colin.

"Click, click, click."

The lights came back on.

Everyone held their breath.

Another body was hanging from the ceiling.

It was Archer...

With every flicker of the lights, another life was lost.

But who killed him? Bran, Dexter, Zoe, Annora, Melody... none were present.

Could there be a murderer among us?