Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Oh, and... Ann is a human trafficker’s child. Grandma Rosie intentionally switched her with the Millers’ child. It wasn’t an accident! She wanted her own granddaughter to live a life of luxury," Dexter reported seriously.

Still reeling from shock, I picked up my phone to check the hot searches.

"Ann Miller, the heiress of the Millers, is revealed to be the daughter of human traffickers.

"A life swapped between the false heiress Ann and the real heiress Sofia."

"Insiders revealed: Ann led the bullying against Sofia in high school to drive the real heiress away, with evidence of abuse exposed."

Ann made headlines, suddenly becoming famous.

A large number of insiders suddenly emerged, revealing evidence online.

I believed that the Millers would try to suppress the hot searches with everything they could now.

After all, Ann was the living brand that they had carefully cultivated. She was the socialite. of the Millers. She was also their bargaining chip for a marriage alliance with the Greysons.

And Sofia? She was nothing but a pawn.

However, the hot searches had been continuously rising since the previous night,seemingly impossible to suppress.

This news couldn’t have gained such momentum unless... someone with powerful backing was supporting it.

I looked at Dexter suspiciously.

He was pulling the corner of his underwear, muttering softly, "Sophia doesn’t care about me... My wounds hurt."

Clearly, he was feigning a sense of pity, but it still worked on me like magic.

"The doctor said you can’t get your wounds wet," I warned softly, pulling him into the bathroom to wipe his body with a damp towel. "If I don’t clean you up, do you plan on wandering around the house naked?"

Dexter remained silent, his gaze fixed on me intently.

"Sophia, where were you?" he suddenly asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "How could you not know where I was?"

I strongly suspected he had installed some form of surveillance on me, aside from the

tracker.

Dexter smiled and wrapped me in his arms. "Sophia, kiss."

"Don’t play dumb with me," I retorted, inwardly convinced that he had been feigning ignorance all along.

Then again, he looked like an angel when he was with me. I simply couldn’t doubt those eyes.

"Sophia, Ann is famous now..." He kissed the back of my neck and whispered in a low voice, "As she wished." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Sensing a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, I replied, "Yeah...

Ann had always wanted to be famous. Now, her dreams finally came true.

I wondered how that scoundrel Kelvin and the Greysons felt about this.

They should be calling off the engagement soon to cut their losses, shouldn’t they?

As I was reading the negative online comments about Ann while having my breakfast, I almost choked on my food.

Dexter patted my back, a hint of disapproval in his gesture. "Eat properly."

I was startled. Did he just scold me?

Whenever he turned cold and distant, he exuded dominance. He gave off an air of

coolness.

However, this facade of coolness never lasted more than three seconds.

"Sophia..." Dexter kissed the corner of my lips. "So sweet."

Feeling somewhat irritated, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he always took advantage of me whenever we were at home.

"There’s quite a show unfolding at the Miller family." I wonder if they’ve found Ann already?

I chuckled as I took a bite of my pancake.

"I hung Ann up on the beams and locked her in the garage," I whispered to him.

Dexter gazed at me with a hint of indulgence, his voice soft as he replied, "Mm–hmm, I left some for you to play with."

"Huh?" When I looked up at him again, he turned silent.

"Sir." Before I could finish my breakfast, Ewan rushed in anxiously.

"The Millers... they’re causing a scene at the Black residence," Ewan said in a hushed- tone, eyeing my reaction.

Dexter frowned indifferently as he placed a nicely shelled egg on my plate. "Breakfast first.

Ewan quickly stepped back, looking apologetic.

I couldn’t help thinking that Ewan was exaggerating. Was Dexter that scary? Ewan’s

respect was a little over the top.

I didn’t lose my cool. If the Millers wanted to cause a scene, so be it. There wasn’t anyone

else at the Black residence aside from Ignatius, who could only get mad since he was paralyzed in bed.

"Mr. Black... there’s also some trouble with the Black family. Mr. Dax has been arrested under the suspicion of being involved in an abduction and murder–for–hire case. But..."

Ewan hesitated. "I’m sorry about this, sir. The weeds are too entangled to be cleared in one go.

If one didn’t make sure to thoroughly exterminate the pests in one’s life, the pests would eventually return.

"We’ll just have to make sure the gardeners clear them more frequently. Even if we can’t uproot them, we still have to scare the weeds and let them know they’ll be removed if they grow too quickly," Dexter said softly.

I could tell he was insinuating something, but I was a little embarrassed to ask with him and Ewan being so open around me.

After dinner, Dexter leaned on my shoulder and asked, "Do you want to watch a show?"

Now that Ewan wasn’t around, he was back to being his clingy

"Well, I have a show for you." I raised an eyebrow and held his hand. "I bet Charles and Nadia want nothing more than to rip my throat out now."

They had to be furious over their precious Ann being dangled from the beams for a whole night.

"I’m here for you," Dexter said seriously as he brought me away.

I followed him, blurting out, "Your legs are so long."

Had he taken steroids over the years? Based on my hazy memories, he’d only been around six feet tall when I gifted him some clothes. He was at least an inch taller now.

He turned to give me a silly grin. Then, he winked and said, "My legs aren’t the only things that are long."

It took me a while to realize what he was saying. His gaze was as innocent as ever, but his words were far from that.

As soon as we entered the Black residence, my "mother", Nadia, pounced on me. Dexter stood before me, keeping me safe behind him. He looked at Nadia icily.

She didn’t manage to stop in time, but Dexter pulled me along with him as he dodged her. She fell on her face.

He said seriously, "You don’t have to get on your knees before us so early in the morning."

Nadia looked murderous. She pointed at me and screeched, "You’re a fucking psycho, Sofia! You must’ve caught it from someone else! How dare you hang Ann from the beams for a whole night? I’ll kill you!’

She wanted to hit me, but Dexter caught her wrist and shoved her away. There wasn’t any hint of his usual silliness as he stood there. In fact, he looked downright handsome. "Who allowed you to touch my woman?"

Nadia was stunned. She subconsciously turned to look at Charles, who was still trying to test whether Dexter was a dimwit. "Sofia is our daughter, Dexter. This is a family matter."

"Your daughter? Didn’t you sell her to me after asking my grandfather for that 200–million- dollar investment ?" Dexter held me protectively. "Since you sold her to me, she doesn’t have anything to do with you anymore. I dare you to lay a hand on what’s mine."

Charles frowned. He wondered how an idiot could be so oppressive. Was Dexter putting on an act, or were these his true colors?

I was equally surprised as I gaped at Dexter. Which side of him was the real him?

"Sophia, you’ve crossed the line this time. You can’t blame your mother for getting so mad. How could you hang Ann from the beams like that? That was so dangerous." Charles lowered his voice, not daring to do anything rashly because he couldn’t read Dexter.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I leaned against Dexter. "Call the cops if you want."

"Why, you!" Charles and Nadia pointed at me with trembling fingers.

"Get the hell out here, Sofia! I’m gonna kill you!" There was a ruckus outside the door. It was Ann and Kelvin.

Ann’s face was bruised and battered. She had some gauze on it. She looked like she was beside herself with hysteria as she stood there with several people. She was obviously here to get revenge on me.

I could laugh at how dumb she was. This was the Black residence, and I was pregnant with the Black family’s heir. Did she and Kelvin think the Black family was beneath them?

Or did they have a death wish?

Dexter’s eyes darkened. He glanced at Ewan, who nodded and stepped away.