Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Damien and Peter walked in from outside.

Juliet screamed for Damien to save her. "Damien, she’s gone crazy! Save me!"

Damien was visibly panicked. "Sophia, put down the lighter."

Peter was also startled. He stepped forward and said, ’’Sophia, calm down. Put the lighter down. Take a deep breath. You don’t want to hurt anyone, right?"

I glanced at Damien and Peter and then scoffed. ’Wrong answer. The one I want to hurt isn’t just anyone."

The flame of the lighter ignited the alcohol on Juliet’s hair instantly.

Juliet screamed in terror while trying to pat out the flames on her hair. She fell to the ground, crying and screaming for help.

I stood there coldly watching Juliet crying and begging for help.

Then I watched as Damien rushed up, wrapped Juliet in a wet cloth, and she cried in his arms.

Peter frowned deeply as he looked at me for a long time.

"Damien, she’s going to kill me! She’s going to kill me! Damien, save me! Save me!"

Juliet was still crying. Her hair was burned and messy, and her face was reddened by the flames. Too bad her face wasn’t scarred. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"you’re crazy! You’re all crazy!" Juliet yelled at me furiously.

I shook the lighter in my hand and wanted to light it up again, but Peter rushed up and snatched it away.

Peter seemed angry. He seemed to be hypnotizing me. "Sophia! Is this how you repay your parents?How heartbroken would they be if they saw you acting this way?"

Suddenly, a ringing filled my ears. When Peter touched me, I felt as if I were being pricked with needles. My vision darkened and my consciousness began to blur.

"Sophia? Sophia!"

Before I lost consciousness , I saw Damien, who was holding Juliet, rush over to try to hold me.

What a joke.

Violette was right. He really wanted both of us.

He had Juliet in his arms, but he was still trying to come to me. It was disgusting.

"Damien, it hurts! My face hurts so much!" Juliet cried and clung to Damien. She didn’t want to give him a chance to come near me.

She looked at me defiantly, as if she wanted to devour me.

My consciousness finally slipped away completely.

Darkness enveloped me.

"Sophia..."

"Sophia..."

In my memories, after the car accident and after I’d lost my parents, I became silent and withdrawn.

I moved from my home to the Coleman family’s residence.

"Damien, from now on Sophia will live with us. She’s preparing for college entrance exams this year so do help her out."

The way Damien looked at me held confusion. I couldn’t understand his face.

"Do you really not remember anyone from the orphanage ?" I still remember the first question Damien asked me was full of doubt.

"What orphanage?" I looked at him blankly.

He didn’t speak but merely turned around and left with a dark expression.

"Damien, do you still mean it when you said you liked me before?"

From that day on, I began to pay close attention to Damien. My eyes were full of him.

I didn’t understand why I felt that Damien had said he liked me before.

He frowned at me. "What do you mean?"

"You said it when you were a teenager. You said you liked me. You said you would marry me when I grew up," I said with disappointment.

Back then, I thought I was upset because Damien had forgotten his childhood promise.

But that wasn’t it.

Because the person who had made the promise was never Damien.

"Are you sick? We were children then, and how could such words be taken seriously?" Damien cursed and then turned and walked away.

Later, I began to quietly treat him well.

I would make his favorite desserts, his preferred mango pudding.

"Damien, Imade mango pudding. Try it..."

He disgustedly brushed my hand away and looked at me angrily, yet said nothing.

The nanny seemed hesitant to speak.

With reddened eyes and a cautious tone, I asked, "Does he not like it anymore? Has he changed?"

Damien opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed his words instead.

"Give it tome."

I happily handed over the mango pudding.

He glanced at me coldly and snorted before walking away.

The nanny whispered, "Ms. Miller, Mr. Coleman is allergic to mangoes."

I was surprised. "Impossible. He loves mango pudding."

The nanny hesitated again. "Ms. Miller, Mr. Coleman said you should go to school alone and claim you’re not from the Coleman family, to avoid special treatment. Also, the driver has been sent to pick up Ms. Turner."

Stunned, I stood there and tears welled up in my eyes.

He clearly said he loved me once. Why did his feelings change after meeting his so- called true love?

I left the house with my backpack.

"Did you tell her?" I didn’t get far before overhearing Damien talking to the nanny.

"Mr. Coleman, you’re really hurting Ms. Sophia’s feelings." The nanny sighed.

Damien sounded eager as he asked, "Did she get upset when you mentioned that I sent the driver for Juliet?"

"Ms. Sophia seemed very sad."

Damien snorted. "She’s pretending. I want to see how long she can keep it up.

She’s been more venomous than a snake since she was a child. What’s with this innocent act now?"

I walked the forty minutes from Coleman’s villa to my high school.

"Hey, pretty girl. Are you alone today? Do you have any pocket money? We need money for the cybercafe."

There were often delinquents harassing students near the school.

I trembled and backed away from them.

Back then, I thought I was trembling because I was frightened.

But now, I realize it was excitement I was suppressing.

I was suppressing the urge to fight back.

"I don’t have money..."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned to run, but one of the ruffians blocked my path. He even patted my backside. "You’re pretty cute."

"Haha! Do you like her? How about a girlfriend for Clyde?" The other delinquents jeered.

I retreated in fear, but they managed to snatch my backpack.

"This necklace is worth something, right?" They took the money from my bag and the necklace from my neck.

I cried while begging them to give it back. "That’s from my mother."

They laughed and raised the items up to tease me, then sped off on their motorbikes.

Crying, I squatted and picked up my books one by one.

Just then, a boy in a baggy hoodie and a cap came over. He didn’t say anything and bent down to help me pick up the books.

But when I saw his scarred hands, I sat paralyzed with fear.

He panicked and hid his hands behind his back. Then, he opened his mouth as if wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing and ran away.

Frightened, I watched him leave and then quickly grabbed my bag and fled.

At that time, I didn’t remember he was Dexter.

Thad completely forgotten him.

All I remembered was that he wore gloves and waited for me at the school gate that day.

He was well-covered, and his eyes shook as he looked at me. It turned out he had retrieved all my stolen items and gave them back.

I was too scared to take them.

However, he didn’t say anything but stuffed the items into my hand and ran away.

I didn’t even know who he was. I thought he was just a forgettable stranger.

I even overlooked the bloodstains on his mouth.