Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"I almost feel sorry for you, Sofia. If you went missing, they would think that you’re the devil who deceived and trafficked those children. No one would remember the good deeds you’ve done. How stupid of you." Howard sneered, deriding Sofia’s naivety.

Honestly, I felt sorry for Sofia too. She had done so much for the children... to the extent of impersonating "Sophia" and marrying Dexter just to get money for those kids’ medical treatment.

However, her kind heart was exploited by these malicious people, ultimately causing harm to herself and those children.

"Dexter is a complete lunatic. I’m surprised he didn’t die in that fire!" Howard said through gritted teeth, seething with hatred.

"With people like him around, how can good students like us survive? We’re just ordinary people. How can we possibly compete with a genius like him? Genius shouldn’t even exist."

Howard’s jealousy was palpable. He believed that the presence of geniuses like Dexter and Simmy was the reason they could never rise above.

"Because they were geniuses, all the wealthy rushed to the orphanage to adopt them, including the Black family. Who wouldn’t want to be adopted by the Blacks? Yet, they chose Dexter above all."

"Okay, so Dexter’s the illegitimate son of the Blacks! How about Simmy then? Why does that loser get to steal the spotlight too?"

"Do you have any idea how much we hated them?" Howard undid my buttons one by one. "Back then, all the rich and powerful from all over the country flocked to the orphanage to adopt children, as if doing charity could bring them more benefits..."

"The principal, teachers, and all the children in the orphanage were over the moon. We thought we had to chance to be adopted, but in the end... those people only came for Dexter and Simmy!" Howard seemed a little deranged.

"Who would choose you over geniuses?" Howard’s associate sneered sarcastically as he approached to join. "What’s taking you so long? I’ve already contacted the other side. They’ll be here in half an hour. The clock’s ticking, so hurry up! I want to be next."

I gritted my teeth, feeling anger swelling in my chest, but I knew I couldn’t afford to show too much emotion.

however, as they unbuttoned my shirt, I couldn’t help but open my eyes and shout, "Howard Zachman, you disgusting animal!" I struggled forcefully, only to realize my hands were tied.

Howard, taken aback by my awakening, immediately reached for sedatives, intending to render me unconscious again.

"Heh, it’s more fun when she’s awake. No one will come to save her now." The associate smirked as he began to undress me. "Aren’t you a pretty one? Look at this hot body! Can your idiot husband really satisfy you?"

"Get your hands off me!" Panic surged through me. If no one came to rescue me, I would be in deep trouble.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of Dexter, who always came to my aid in times of danger. Perhaps I always knew he was silently watching over me.

"Dexter... save me," I cried out, tears streaming down my face as my clothes were torn by them.

As Howard tried to spread my legs, I struggled and cried out in despair, kicking him forcefully.

He slapped me hard across the face, losing his patience. "Damn it. Do that again and I’ll fucking kill you."

I cried as I desperately struggled to get out of the ropes binding me. Howard pinned down my wrists, his smile filling me with despair.

"Hmph, if it weren’t for that lunatic, Dexter, we would’ve all had our way with Sophia... Since we couldn’t have that genius’s woman, you’ll suffice." Howard’s words were filled with sarcasm and mockery.

My head buzzed intensely. Had those men at the orphanage harmed Sophia?

"I remember it was Juliet who lured Sophia into the small garage behind the orphanage, telling her that Dexter was injured. Sophia actually fell for it, haha... " Howard bragged to Bobby.

"At that time, Mandy managed to get her hands on some drugs, so we used them on Sophia. As soon as we covered her mouth and nose with the drug, she passed out in no time." Howard pinched my chin, a smirk forming on his lips. "It was the same sedatives we just used on you."

"You... you monster... go to hell," I glared fiercely at Howard, feeling my breath constrict as he tightened his grip on my neck.

As I watched Bobby start to remove his pants, a wave of despair washed over me.

I was now certain that no one would come to rescue me...

Peter was meticulous in his planning. Since had instructed Howard to bring me here, the chances of the police or Dexter finding me were slim.

The cold, painful sensation of men’s hands gripping my legs only deepened my despair. Memories of the fear and hopelessness from my previous life, when Damien and his gang bullied me, flooded back, suffocating me.

"I-I’ll kill you... " I cried out in despair, feeling sick and repulsed by their touch.

"Get away from me. Don’t touch me, you filthy animal." was all I could think.

"Dexter... " I sobbed, desperately praying for someone to come and save me.

"Bang!" The iron door was violently kicked open.

Howard and Bobby were caught off guard, their pants still undone, as they cautiously eyed the doorway.

I desperately tumbled off the wooden bed, my hands still bound above me.

I had hoped it was someone coming to rescue me, but it wasn’t; it was another one of their accomplices.

A man with sunglasses emerged from the car. His loosely buttoned shirt revealed the tattoos that adorned his muscular body, extending up to his neck. He had a menacing look, with lip piercings and a towering stature, his hair tied back.

"I’m here for the goods," the man said in a low voice.

Howard and Bobby sighed with relief, cursing, "Couldn’t you at least knock on the damn door before barging in?"

The man glanced at me. I was squatting on the ground, trembling, with my torn pants discarded aside, leaving my pale legs exposed.

"Boss wants me to inspect the goods first." The man advanced slowly toward me, gripping my hair to tilt my head up for inspection.

I trembled with fear, meeting his gaze with trepidation. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about this man...

He stared at me for a moment before chuckling, "Is this all you’ve got?"

Howard appeared rather displeased, his brows furrowing. "Are you blind or something? She’s nearly as stunning as the top star in our country."

Sofia was undeniably beautiful; at least, that’s how I saw her.

I had a suspicion that the man was intentionally mocking me, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on that. I remained trembling with fear, wondering if there was any chance of escape.

"Ah!" I let out a call as the man suddenly cut the rope binding my wrist with a knife.

Then, he hoisted me up and pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs in an embarrassing and uncomfortable position.

I regarded him warily, my body still shaking. My gaze darted to the knife he had set aside.

"I need to examine her. Is she a virgin?" the man asked.

Howard and Bobby scoffed. "You want a virgin? Go fuck yourself."

The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands, adorned in black gloves, gripped my thighs, slowly moving upward.

My breath hastened and my hands clenched tightly, watching him intently to see what he was going to do.

"She’s worth nothing." Suddenly, his hands left my thighs, and he turned to light a cigarette.

His knife was left beside me, as if deliberately placed. I stared alertly at his back.

Howard’s accomplice couldn’t stop cursing. "Fuck! Are you messing with us? You took in those ugly non-virgins before but rejected this pretty one?"

Howards observed the man warily, then pulled Bobby. "Something’s not right..."