Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I smiled. Charles and Martin were prepared to kick me out of the Black family.

With the marriage contract in place, I would be Dexter’s legal guardian. Only I have the authority to send him to an asylum among his relatives.

If I was no longer around, Dexter’s guardianship would fall into the hands of Ignatius. Martin would then be able to deal with Dexter as he pleased.

"Who said I wasn’t aware of it? I’m determined to marry Dexter. I am his wife and his only legal guardian. Is there a problem?" I said as I got up and looked at both Charles and Martin.

"This villa of Dexter’s is rented, Mr. Martin. No one knows that we live here, but I was almost killed at home a while back. Our address has been leaked, and today you came directly to our door.

"Don’t tell me..." I looked at Dexter before continuing, "The one who wanted to kill me was actually you?"

The power struggle of the Blacks had now garnered widespread sectors. It has become a hot topic online.

If Martin wanted to whitewash his image to take over the Black Group, he would have to play the kind- hearted persona in front of the public. As such, he couldn’t let anything happen to both Dexter and I.

But he could certainly sow discord between us.

Martin said, "It’s all thanks to the police that we could find you here, Sofia. As an elder of the Black family, I also have the rights to keep both of you safe."

He smiled before continuing, "You’re a smart woman, Sofia. It would work to your benefit if you leave the Black family. We will give you anything you want and deserve.

"You will not lack any money, and we’ll help to fill in the funding gap for the Miller family. This is all for your own good."

Since forceful approaches didn’t work, Martin decided to go with the gentle approach.

Zion remained silent as he was an outsider, but he was worried these people might attack me. As such, he had been vigilantly keeping watch at a side with Stevie.

Charles said, "Your Mom and I had indeed neglected you all these years, Stephy. I was ignorant then, I shouldn’t have agreed to marry you into the Black family. My daughter shouldn’t have had to marry a dimwit in the first place."

He was even choked in a sob as he wiped his tears before continuing, "Come back with me, Sofia. The Greysons have already annulled the marriage with Annie, and Kelvin said that you are the person he loved."

"As long as you’re willing to get the divorce and abort the baby, he wouldn’t mind that you’ve been married before. He will take you as his wife," Charles said as he eyed the car that was parked by the side. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As expected, Kelvin was here too. Was this a scumbag’s gathering now?

I looked at Kelvin. He had a terrified look on his face. Clearly he was scared out of his wits by the way Dexter had set the dog on him previously. He dared not come, but he had no choice,

He got out of the car and stood behind the car door, looking timid like a mouse.

"Sofia- Kelvin eyed me and tried speaking again, "As long as you leave that psycho, I’ll... I’ll marry you!"

I raised my eyebrows and replied, "Do you know that mental illness is contagious? I now have a mental illness too."

I smiled before looking at Stevie by my side and instructing, "Stevie, bite him!"

Stevie’s innocent look turned sharp instantly. It then rushed toward Kelvin and pounced on him. Kelvin was scared shitless and ran into the car in a hurry before slamming the door shut.

"Stevie!" I called out. Stevie, who had been pouncing on the car door, ran back and nuzzled against my legs.

I coldly looked at Charles, who was beginning to feel afraid, and said, "Ann’s grandmother has been caught. You’re well aware that your family is full of human traffickers, right?"

The overwhelming public opinion online was all zeroed in on Ann now. The Greysons wouldn’t be so eager to get the divorce otherwise.

"Shouldn’t you hurry back to coax your precious adoptive daughter now? What is this display of fatherly love now? You’re asking me to get a divorce? Are you even worthy?" I said as I looked at

Charles indifferently while caressing Stevie’s head.

He was evidently frightened by my gaze and hid behind Martin in a flurry.

He yelled, "You little bitch! We’ve raised you since you were 18. You really put on a good act on pretending to be docile so that we could lower our guards against you-"

"I’m not planning to put on an act now. What can you do to me if I don’t get that divorce?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Martin before saying, "Don’t tell me you’re still planning to use forceful approaches on me, Mr. Martin? I believe the media people were everywhere around this villa.

"There were even some self–media bloggers trying to sneak some videos earlier. There are cameras everywhere. You might want to calm down and think twice."

The color drained from Martin’s face as he snorted coldly and said, "You’re overestimating yourself and digging your own grave."

He thought that he was giving me a way out.

"I am the legal guardian of Dexter from now onwards, Martin. You’ll have to get my consent for whatever you wanted to do with him," I threatened with a low voice.

Martin started to laugh. He was a cunning old fox after all. I knew he had other ways around.

"The funeral is tomorrow. Remember to bring him along," Martin said.

He then got into the car and left.

Tomorrow would surely be a trap set by Martin.

I alertly watched them leave before turning back to look at the floor–to–ceiling windows on the second floor. Dexter was no longer there.

He was behind me when I turned around.

"You need to be careful nowadays," I reminded Dexter softly.

He hugged me from behind and hummed a reply, "Okay."

Zion said, "I’ve sent the dog back to you guys already. Don’t go out unless it’s necessary, there are cameras everywhere here. Many reporters and influencers are now staying in the opposite high– rise.

"They are doing live streams and recording videos of your villa. Even though there’s a lack of privacy, at least Martin wouldn’t openly do anything to you in broad daylight.

He then pointed in the direction of the high–rise and said, "I’ve also rented a place over there. Just call me if something happens."

I was surprised as I said, "Violette also said that she’s renting a place in the opposite high–rise building.

Don’t tell me that you’re both neighbors now?"

Zion was stunned before coughing awkwardly and said, "What neighbors-"

They were sharing a place.

I hummed in reply before turning to look at Dexter.

I said, "If you’re free, Officer Landon, we can attend Mr. Black Senior’s funeral together tomorrow.’

Zion was a police after all. With him around, Martin would have to restrain himself.

Dexter was like a huge puppy. He glared at Stevie, who was trying to come closer to me, before nodding. "Okay."

It seemed like he was really at my disposal.

"My wounds still hurt, Sophia. I can’t sleep," Dexter said coquettishly as soon as Zion left.

I was not in the mood to coax him/

I asked, "Are you afraid about tomorrow’s funeral?"

Surely Martin wouldn’t let us off that easily.

"Sophia will protect me," Dexter replied, seemingly trusting in me.

He was putting me on the spot. It made me uneasy.

"Alright, I’ll protect you," I replied with a nod before taking Dexter’s hand to bring him back to his room.

He smiled at me before jutting his chin out to signal Stevie to head back into its doghouse. Stevie wagged its tail sadly and reluctantly lay down in its doghouse.

"It’s really docile, as if it could understand the human language," I muttered softly, "I used to have a pet dog when I was young too. It was similar to Stevie."

"It’s Georgie, Dexter softly uttered the name on my behalf.

I was stunned and looked up at Dexter subconsciously before saying, "Yes, I think it’s called Georgie."

"Stevie is Georgie’s son," he replied softly.

I was shocked and said, "I don’t remember my dog had-"

I couldn’t recall where Georgie had gone after that. Did it die of old age? That part of my memory was blank.

Dexter lowered his gaze and tightened his grip on my hand. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Did I... give Georgie away to you?" I asked.

How would the son of Georgie’s son be with Dexter otherwise?

He remained silent for the longest time before smiling at me and said, "Georgie... died of old age."

I was relieved and said, "That’s good to hear."

But for some reason, I could feel Dexter trembling.