Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Damien seemed to desperately want me to believe in him.

"Damien" Juliet called out, as if she couldn’t bear to be separated from him for a single second. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Damien frowned and remained standing, as Juliet walked over to hug his arm. He did not push her

away, but looked at me worriedly, as if afraid that I might be jealous.

"Wait for me in the car," Damien told Juliet. She hesitated.

"There are reporters out there. The police have brought Dexter away, you’ll be fine," he continued in a low voice.

Juliet gritted her teeth and glared at me begrudgingly. She then reluctantly left.

"Sophia-" Damien started to say, as if wanting to explain to me.

"You’re such a gentleman, Mr. Coleman," I remarked sarcastically.

Damien said, "She had once saved me after all, Sophia. I promised that I would keep her safe. The killer already had their eyes on her, and the police cannot provide round–the–clock protection for her.

He was trying to make me understand him as he said, "I’m only doing this to find out the truth, so can see Dexter’s true colors."

"Oh, so you’re doing this for me now?" I said with a laugh. How blind had I been before to be seeing Damien with rose–tinted glasses out of gratitude?

"Sometimes, it is indeed possible for one to confuse gratitude and love. I can empathize with that," I said Indifferently.

Damien’s expression turned embarrassed as he said, "Sophia, I’m not–1-"

"Even if you refuse to admit it, Damien, I’ll still have to tell you the truth. Sophia Carlson is already dead. The person standing before you hows Sofia Miller," I interrupted him indifferent.

Damien’s words were stuck in his throat as his eyes became red. His mouth opened multiple times but nothing came out.

In the end, he lowered his head and laughed bitterly, saying, "I know that you are Sophia mildford."

"Look how you’ve ruined the funeral now, Sofia! Look at what’s going on now!" After seeing how Ignatius’ body and Dexter were taken away by the police, the relatives of the Black family all but rushed toward me to make a fuss.

One of the men was full of vigor as he rushed forward to ask me for an explanation. He said, "Sofia, you troublemaker! There hasn’t been a moment of peace since you married into the Black family!"

"First, something happened to James. Then, Ignatius is now dead, Look what you’ve brought upon this family!"

"He’s right! Ignatius can’t even rest in peace now. You’d surely be the end of the Black family!" a woman started scolding me as well.

"Go cause a scene elsewhere! The police have to provide us an explanation on whether Mr. Black Senior had died of natural causes or was murdered," I said with a frown.

I then stepped back alertly. These people were in cahoots with Martin. If they were to accidentally hurt me and my baby, they would only be considered causing unintentional injuries.

As expected, the man was planning to push me. Damien frowned before reaching out to stop him by the wrist. He said, "Stay away from her!"

The man was stunned. He was somewhat afraid of Damien still. "You’ve got some capabilities, haven’t you, Sofia? Even Mr. Coleman is protecting you now!"

My gaze landed on Damien’s wrist, there was an ugly scar that stood out prominently. It looked like it was from cutting his own wrist.

Damien subconsciously retrieved his hand in a hurry when he saw that I was looking at his wrist. He hid his hand behind his back and said, "It’s unsafe here. Follow me."

Ewan went forward to hold the other people back from me, and Damien grabbed my wrist to take me away. I shook away his hand and noticed Joel, who was wearing a flat hat, among the crowd. It seemed like he had skipped school again.

When Joel noticed that I was looking at him, he walked over with a darkened expression and took off his flat hat to put it on me. He then glared at Damien warningly before bringing me to the car.

"Has he been taken away now?" Joel asked, displeased.

I nodded. He cursed out loud, as if he had known that this would happen.

"He purposely lured me away. I knew that he was going after that lunatic-" Joel continued cursing as he slammed the door hard. "Stay inside and don’t come out!"

The crowd was clamoring, and those from the Black family were still causing trouble out there. Ewan couldn’t hold them back on his own.

Some of them took the opportunity and rushed over to yank at my car door. They were trying to get me to give them an explanation.

I sat in the car while the car door shook from their yanking. They were like zombies in the movies, eager to eat me alive.

I was trapped in the car, with people slamming on the car door and window outside. The sounds of their cursing and questioning sent me down into a spiral,

It was a suffocating feeling. Slowly, the noises from the outside began to fade away, and I could only hear my own heartbeat and breathing.

A loud crash pierced through my ears. Someone had smashed the car windows on purpose, and shards of glass scraped past my cheeks. The metallic scent of blood wafted through the air, and I could feel

someone yanking at me.

"Run, Sophia! Don’t worry about me!"

"Run, Sophia!"

Sounds of barking were mixed among the clamoring and curses.

"You have been naughty, Sophia. You are too ruthless. Everyone has someone that they care about.

How would you feel if something you cared for died in front of your eyes?"

"You lack empathy, so you can’t understand other people’s pain. That’s not right."

"You liked Georgie very much, right? Kill it, Sophia. Kill it, and feel the pain of a normal person."

"How does it feel to have your beloved dog die in front of you, Sophia?*

I yelled, "Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Leave!"

Everyone seemed to hold their breaths suddenly, and the clamoring noises around soon died down. When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing outside of the car and my hands covered in blood.

I was probably dragged out by someone else. Did I get hurt? I did not. The blood covering my face, body, and my hands were not mine. Everyone around me was shocked to silence as they looked at me.

Only then did I realize that there was a man lying on the ground, covered in blood. It was the man from earlier–the one who had clamored the loudest, and was looking for a chance to kill the baby inside me.

"Sophia!" Damien punched a man to the ground on the other side. His breath was quick as he looked at me.

"She killed him!" Chaos erupted immediately after a moment of silence. The woman from earlier was screaming at the top of her lungs as she accused me of murder.

Ewan and Joel pushed away those who were blocking their way and ran over.

"Where did the knife come from?" I asked anxiously as my heartbeat quickened.

"It was his knife. He wanted to stab you amidst the chaos," Damien replied, nervously holding onto my shoulders. "But Sophia-"

"You’re so cruel! You were stabbing him repeatedly, you devil!" the woman from earlier screamed. The surrounding crowd started calling the police and dialed 911.

"That man wanted to kill you!" One of the self–media photographers had been live streaming the entire time.

She said, "I saw it! He dragged you out of the car and was about to stab you with the knife amidst the chaos. You took his knife over and stabbed him back!"

"She’s right! He was the one who wanted to kill you first!"

People started to stand up for me. I looked at them blankly. I suspected that all these media reporters were arranged by Dexter and Ewan. It was impossible for them to be taking my side otherwise.

"Come with me, Sophia, I will bail you out- Damien said as he looked at me nervously. "You went a little too far even if it was for justifiable self–defense."

I knew that Damien was afraid and thought that I had gone overboard. The man was only planning to stab me once, but I had taken over his knife and stabbed him repeatedly for over ten times.

"I will sue you and send you to prison! You wretched devil! You need to pay with your life!" The woman from before and the other relatives were crying and screaming on the ground. It was as if the man was already dead.

I looked at the convulsing man who was covered in blood. I said hoarsely, "He’s not dead yet."