Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"You fucking-" Zion stepped forward before that fool could raise his hand against Violette. Zion then grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the fool.

"Talk nicely," Zion warned with a low voice.

I looked at that fool and asked, "You were saying that the photo in your phone is mine? What do you want? let you off if you would just get a divorce and follow me instead, bitch," that man continued to shamelessly say.

"Oh." I nodded before saying. "This isn’t my photo. How could you prove that this is my photo? I have a mole on my left shoulder, but I don’t see any in this photo of yours?"

That fool was stunned. He started to zoom into the photo to check, mumbling, "Who knew you-"

I said, "Please help me file a police report, Officer Landon. There are so many media and self– media workers currently live–streaming. Surely his rumors must have escalated to a criminal offense now, right?

Please file a police report for me, and I’ll have to trouble you and Violette to handle it."

That fool was about to speak, but Violette stuffed something into his mouth to shut him up.

After a while, Zion only realized that she had used his wallet to stuff the fool’s mouth. He then brought the fool away, and the media followed along as they continued to record the moment.

"I’m sorry you had to witness such a scene," I said to the media while wiping my tears. "People have been defaming me on purpose lately. I’m not sure why they are doing it either-"

Someone spoke up from the crowd and said, "You’re too naive. Your husband and the baby inside you are now the only heirs of the Black Group’s huge amount of money and shares. How would they fight for the inheritance if not by defaming you?"

I came to the realization upon her words and tooked at the person in shock. "Is that what’s happening now?"

I started crying as I said, "My husband- he’s a bit mentally–challenged. He’s naive and easily bullied. Someone even slandered him and said that he was abusing the animals when he rescued stray animals before this.

"I’m afraid that someone might make a big deal out of his mental illness. That way, whatever that belongs to the Black family might really be snatched away by others!"

As soon as I started crying, many people started standing up for me.

Someone said, "I’ve met that Black heir before. Even though he’s mentally ill, he is very kind. He would feed the stray dogs! He definitely isn’t a wicked man."

Another said, "You’re right! This is how they play to fight for inheritance. They’ll bully a mentally- challenged person and a pregnant lady!"

Since when did the weak have an inherent advantage to gain sympathy from others?

When did I start to understand such ways? I seemed to learn it from Juliet. I had to give credit to her for being my mentor in this area.

Juliet was glaring seethingly at me. She knew that I was playing her tricks. I turned to look at Martin and Damien with a smile.

If Martin was still planning to make a big deal out of Dexter’s mental illness, the public opinion wouldn’t side him even if he sent Dexter into the as asylum.

Martin looked beyond pissed, whereas Peter had been smiling meaningfully.

"We’re the police! We received a report that someone was assaulting people. We’ll need to investigate. further. Please come with us."

As expected, the police came shortly after to take Dexter away. That man called Jake had called the police under Martin’s instructions.

"Jake was the one provoking- I said, subconsciously trying to protect Dexter.

But he hugged me from behind and said softly, "I need to go, Sophia."

Dexter’s voice was low, but his gaze was directed at Peter.

I could feel his icy demeanor. He seemed to have already known that Martin would pull such a stunt.

If he knew everything and had deliberately fallen into the trap by hitting Jake, was his aim... to meet Peter?

Dexter knew that once he was sent to the asylum, Peter would be the one that would "train" and "treat" him.

"You can refuse to go-" I said with a low voice. Peter was a dangerous person.

"I have to go." Dexter hugged me before saying, "Ewan can be trusted."

He then entrusted me to Ewan.

"How do I rescue you out once you’re inside?" I asked softly.

Dexter fell silent. I knew that it would be hard to get out once he was inside. A person like Peter would never let Dexter out until he was done toying with him and controlled him to his satisfaction.

"Trust me. Don’t believe in what anyone says after I go in, especially Peter," Dexter said. He figured that Peter would surely use him to threaten me once he went into the asylum.

I held onto my hands tightly, unable to assure him that I wouldn’t be threatened. But I couldn’t understand why Dexter had to go into the asylum in order to meet Peter.

"Don’t trust Peter, and don’t approach him. Stay away from him." Those were Dexter’s last words to me right before he was brought away by the police.

"Your parents used to entrust you to me before they passed away, Stephie," Peter said as he walked over as soon as Dexter left, sighing. "Who knew"

"Who knew that a renowned psychiatrist would actually go along with others in legends like soul reincarnation?" I said with a cold chuckle.

Peter looked at Dexter, who had entered the car with the officer, and smiled.

He said, "Perhaps high–dimensional life forms really exist among us then, and we are all but mere ants to them."

"High–dimensional life forms like what?" I asked while looking at Peter in alert.

"What if, the person whom the public had coined a psycho and a lunatic, was actually a genius who was the closest to the truth?" Peter said while throwing a meaningful look at me.

My chest tightened slightly as I took a step back.

"My condolences," Peter said, patting my shoulder before he left.

Martin’s expression turned green when he saw that the media was not taking his side. He snorted coldly when he walked past me. I knew that once Dexter was in the asylum, Martin would do everything in his

power to come after me.

"Hurry up and send Ignatius for cremation," Martin said, seemingly impatient.

"Are you about to leave now, Mr. Martin?" Ewan asked as he reached out to stop Martin.

Another batch of police rushed over and checked the ice coffin. One of them said, "Someone lodged a report and said that Mr. Ignatius died of unnatural causes. We will need to open an investigation and conduct an autopsy."

Martin’s face darkened. This was evidently a blow dealt by Dexter. Martin sent Dexter into the asylum, and so Dexter retaliated by calling the police. He had claimed that Ignatius did not die of natural causes but was murdered.

As long as Ignatius’ body was not cremated and buried, all of them wouldn’t be able to fight for the Inheritance. If they couldn’t fight for the inheritance, they wouldn’t be able to come after me before Dexter came back. He was trying to protect me.

"Ignatius died of natural causes. I believe there is no need for an autopsy out of respect for the deceased. I believe Martin spoke while gritting his teeth. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"What do you believe? I think that there’s something fishy about this. As the wife of the heir, I have the right to request an autopsy. Otherwise, Mr. Black Senior wouldn’t be able to rest in peace," I interrupted Martin’s words.

Martin glared at me threateningly. His fists were balled up tight as he gritted, "Fine, so be it."

He left after that. I let the police take Ignatius’ body away.

No wonder Dexter had mentioned that the funeral wouldn’t go through. Surely Ignatius did not die of natural causes, but the investigation would be difficult. As such, this matter would be shelved, at least until Dexter came back.

Damien said, "I will make you believe me, Stephie. He is a psycho and he was the one who kept pestering you. You did not love him, and you chose to run away from him after knowing the truth back then. He’s a lunatic, and he wants to hurt you. He used to hold you captive!"

He then walked over to me and looked around before saying softly, "Martin would surely come after you, Stephie. I’m the only one who could protect you now. Please believe in me just this once, okay?"

When Damien saw that I was looking at him indifferently, he started getting anxious and said, "How can I make you believe in me, Sophia? I know I was wrong-"

His voice was trembling as he held onto my shoulders.

He then said, "Your parents own a social media account that they left their logs in. My mom has the account’s password. You should go and take a look at it. You’ll understand after that."