Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Dexter..." My voice was hoarse as I called his name.

He punched Dax in the face again and again, like a madman.

The others were frightened by Dexter’s madness.

At that moment, he seemed like a beast that had lost its humanity and was intent on killing everyone.

"Dexter..." I called his name, trying to bring him back to his senses.

I didn’t want him to be sent back to the asylum.

Perhaps he heard my cry. His body suddenly stiffened, and he dropped the baton from his hand. Covered in blood, he stumbled toward me and then collapsed to the ground. He held me tightly in his arms and covered my eyes. He was trembling and helpless like a child who had done something wrong.

"Sophia... Don’t... Don’t look..."

I cried in his arms, my skirt soaked with blood.

"My stomach... It hurts so much."

Was I destined to be childless?

Or was this just my fate...

At first, I wanted this child only to have an heir for the Black family so that I could use the Black family’s power and Ignatius’ status to do what I wanted to do.

I wanted to escape and find out the truth behind the murders...

But slowly, as I attended each prenatal check–up, the reality of becoming a mother sank in. I started looking forward to the child’s birth...

I instinctively protected my belly when something happened and used all my maternal instincts to protect the child.

But now, I might not be able to protect this little life anymore.

"Sophia..."

My consciousness drifted, and I could feel Dexter trembling.

His voice was filled with tears and grievance.

I didn’t know why fate treated him like this. Why did it make him endure so much pain?

Now, he had to watch his own child slowly disappear...

What on earth could make him live a good life?

What was the root of the problem?

"Dexter... what are you doing? Are you trying to kill him..." I saw Dexter put me down, pick up the baton from the ground, and walk toward Dax, who couldn’t get up.

Dax looked at Dexter in horror and tried to resist.

However, Dexter was not only ruthless in fights but also skilled very move was aimed at the fatal points of his opponent.

Dax’s henchmen couldn’t get up either. No one could protect him at this moment.

"Dexter..... you can’t kill me... Ah!"

A scream rang out.

I tried desperately to reach out and stop Dexter, but I was in too much pain to speak.

"Sophia! Dexter!"

The warehouse door was slammed open. Eason and Zion finally arrived...

Dexter didn’t even turn his head and smashed the baton hard on Dax’s head.

"Dexter..." I cried out, raising my hand. Finally, I lost consciousness.

I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious.

In my dream, I saw a baby being taken away.

I cried and screamed, trying to get the baby back, but they were moving too fast. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep up. I could only watch helplessly as they disappeared...

"Dexter, I hate myself. I’m the one who deserves to die."

’Dexter, this is my punishment."

’Dexter, I killed them all... Can you hide me, please?"

"Dexter... I’m scared."

In my dream, I seemed to be constantly calling Dexter’s name.

I said I killed people, and I saw blood on my hands.

"How can I save them..."

"Dexter, we can’t escape. Even if we do, our conscience and nightmares will chase us into the very fires of hell. Dexter... I was wrong. I did something wrong. I have to pay the price. No one is an exception, so I can’t escape anymore."

My trembling fingers touched Dexter’s face.

In the dream, Dexter’s face was clear and pale.

"Please don’t die... Please."

"Sophia, don’t leave me alone."

"Sophia..."

"Dexter!" I screamed in my dream. I was watching him lying in a pool of blood, slowly disappearing.

I woke up in terror, breathing heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

I was in the hospital...

"Dexter..." I looked around anxiously.

Zion was asleep and woke up with a start when he heard my voice. He was injured, with bandages on his head and arm. "Sofia!"

"Dexter..." My voice was hoarse as I called his name.

"He’s fine. Due to the drugs and his injuries, he’s been unconscious for a long time. He woke up once but passed out again. The doctor said to let him sleep for a bit longer," Zion quickly reassured me.

I let out a sigh of relief and held Zion’s hand with my cold fingers. "My baby..."

Zion hesitated for a moment, lowering his head with a hint of guilt.

He didn’t say anything, but I already understood... My baby was gone.

"But... losing this baby might save Dexter," Zion whispered, rubbing his brows.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my voice was choked. "Dexter..."

"Dax is dead..." Zion’s voice was low.

Dax was dead. It was impossible for Dexter to spare Dax in his state of rage.

Dax had caused a car accident, kidnapped us, and hit my pregnant belly in front of Dexter. Dexter killed him to protect me.

"There’s one more thing... Martin was pretty ruthless. He took advantage of the situation and pushed all of the Black family’s illegal black market dealings onto Dax." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Martin’s criminal activities, which had been monitored by the police for years, were finally cleared up after Dax’s death. This also means that Martin will do everything he can to compete with you for control of the Black Group."

Zion was a bit anxious.

Business wars could be dark too–killing without bloodshed, using others as a knife.

"Since your child is gone, then the heir of the Black family is also gone. Dexter has a mental illness. You know it’s hard for him to take over the Black Group. So, the Black Group can only be temporarily managed by Martin, and slowly..." Zion felt that Martin had won this time.

I clenched my fists tightly and took a deep breath. "He killed my child and wants to reap the benefits? He’s dreaming."

"I advise you not to confront him head–on. You and Dexter are no match for him." Zion thought Dexter and I were too vulnerable.

"I still have one more option..." I said hoarsely, looking at Zion. "What time is it now?"

"What are you planning to do?" He looked at me anxiously.

"The charity banquet of the Huma business circle, when does it start?" I propped up my body, trying to sit up. I felt extremely dizzy.

After that hit to the head, I had a concussion.

"Are you crazy? You just had a miscarriage and have a concussion! What are you trying to do?" Zion tried to stop me in a panic.

I shook my head. "I have to go..."

I had to see the president of Crowdstar Group.

"Why?" Zion frowned.

"I want to protect Dexter..." My eyes reddened as I looked at Zion. "I want to protect Dexter."

I had already lost my child. I couldn’t lose Dexter too. I couldn’t just watch him being bullied, hurt, and used by others.

"I don’t want to continue like this. We have no ability to resist, no power, no leverage to bargain with. Anyone can bully and hurt us..."

I looked at Zion emotionally, tears swirling in my eyes. "I can’t bear to see them take Dexter away while I stand by helplessly!"

"I want to protect him."

"I’ll take you there." Violette’s voice came from the door.

She had red eyes and was holding a lunchbox. She said softly, "There are still three hours until the charity banquet. You need to eat first."

I looked at Violette and smiled at her.

She understood me...

Zion frowned. "You shouldn’t let her go."

"Do you think that if they surrender, retreat, and compromise, Martin will just let them go? They took Sophia’s child today. Tomorrow, they could take Dexter’s life! As long as Dexter is alive, they can still have another child, right?" Violette yelled at Zion.

Zion also fell silent. "Alright, I understand. Don’t get cold. If you don’t feel well, come back immediately."