Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Juliet excitedly went down the stairs, but she missed a step and fell down the stairs.

It hurt so much that she cried out, "Damien..."

I peeked down the stairway. With the illumination of the fire, I saw that the emergency exit from this floor would lead us straight to the first floor. "Where did you get fire?" I asked loudly.

"The elevator caught on fire after it dropped down. I picked up some construction waste and lit it up."

Damien was quite intelligent. He knew it would be dangerous to remain in the dark, so he lit up the construction waste.

"If we had known earlier, we should’ve gone down with the elevator," Eason mumbled under his breath.

"But our survival instincts would make us exit the elevator. It’s because we weren’t sure if we’d all fall to our deaths in the elevator," I said.

I began walking downstairs. With the fire on the first floor, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around me.

I continued, "Humans, when faced with unknown dangers, will always choose the best possible choice for survival."

I turned around to look at Dexter, who smiled back at me.

His smile had always been reassuring.

"After this incident, we should all cherish our lives. Let’s live a good life, don’t do anything illegal, be kind to people, don’t do bad things, don’t bully others, be ourselves, don’t cause trouble, and don’t be afraid of taking on responsibilities," Zion said in a low voice as he held Violette.

The victims had allied to set up the series of murders and killing games.

The bullies from both the orphanage and schools enjoyed the momentary thrill, disregarding the hurt that they brought to the minorities who were bullied.

But when the victims fought back with even crueler methods, did they ever regret their past actions?

When we got to the fourth floor, Damien came upstairs.

"The people who fell downstairs are from the Genome Society. They wore masks."

Damien asked anxiously, "Are you hurt?"

Dexter sulked.

"What does my wife’s well-being have to do with you?"

Damien ignored Dexter and scanned me up and down, sighing in relief when he realized I was fine.

Before he could say anything, Juliet jumped into his arms, crying.

"Damien, I’m hurt... They tried to kill me amidst the chaos..."

Juliet had finally found somebody to depen on. Bawling, she threw herself into Damien’s arms and kept holding the wound on her abdomen.

She glared at me and said, "It must’ve been Sofia! No one else was near me then, and she was the only one who didn’t get injured. She wanted to kill me because I know that she isn’t Sophia Milford!"

I rolled my eyes in response.

That was a display of the evil human nature. Regardless of whether I

rescued Juliet, she would stil ne

backstab me-just like the farmer

and the viper.

"You should die..." said Violette. Despite being weak and having to lean against Zion, she still had to curse at Juliet.

Juliet clutched onto Damien.

"Damien... save me."

Damien examined Juliet’s wounds and carried her in his arms.

He said to me nervously, "Sophia... She can’t die yet. She knows some things... Let’s hurry downstairs."

"Wait."

I stopped Damien and signaled everyone else to go downstairs.

Dexter glimpsed at me. When he carried Taylor downstairs, he briefly rubbed my head.

Dexter always knew what I wanted to do.

After everyone left, Juliet looked at me and then at Damien anxiously.

"Damien, she wants to kill me... She wants to kill me. Please get me out of this place, please..."

She screamed uncontrollably, crying and begging Damien to take her away.

Damien looked at her, but he didn’t move.

I scoffed. "You’re right. I’m going to take your life..."

I took out a dagger and put it against Juliet’s neck. I examined her hands to see if there were any scratches.

"Do you think I’ll let you live?"

I pulled Juliet out of Damien’s embrace and then kicked her down the stairs.

Juliet cowered in pain. She couldn’t even make a sound.

"Sophia..."

Damien took a deep breath and grabbed my hand.

He was afraid that I would really kill Juliet.

"Why? Does your heart ache for her?" I turned around and asked Damien.

"Do you know what’s the difference between you and Dexter?"

Damien looked hurt. His grip on my shirt tightened.

"No... I just don’t want you..."

Damien simply didn’t want me to commit a murder. He didn’t want me to be a criminal.

I understood where he came from, but he did not understand me.

Damien was different from Dexter-Dexter would support me unconditionally. If I were the devil, he would be the devil; if I were an angel, he would be an angel.

He would exude kindness if I was kind; he would help me if I was evil.

But Dexter knew me too well. He knew that I would never actually commit a crime...

After all, I had my mortals.

"This is somebody else’s killing ground. Even if I do murder her, who’s going to know?" I scoffed.

Then, I intentionally questioned Damien, "You wouldn’t report me to the police, would you?"

Damien grabbed my wrist in a panic.

"Sophia... Don’t."

"You’re frighteningly righteous."

I shook Damien off and approached Juliet. I placed one foot on her neck.

Dimly lit by the firelight, I said, "You should spill all the secrets you know now."

Juliet was trembling from the fear and pain. Since my foot was on her neck, she knew well that it would be easy for me to kill her.

She was not an honest person. But since she refused to speak, it only proved one thing...

Peter was scarier than I was. Peter had the means to torture her.

"Juliete, you have no other choice. If you want to live, you have to listen to me..."

I retracted my foot and got down to grab her hair.

"Even if you don’t tell me, do you think Peter can trust you after we escape? For somebody as skeptical as him... If I just stir the pot, he’ll make your life miserable. Why don’t we collaborate?" Juliet glared at me with hatred as she trembled.

"Aren’t you worried that I’ll kill you after we get out..."

"If you can, try me."

"Sofia was capable too. But she still died... So you won’t be an exception to that." Juliet continued glaring at me. She was displaying her grit.

I put my hand over Juliet’s wound and dug my fingers inside.

Juliet screamed, and it resounded in the stairway.

I remained unfazed, and Juliet looked at me as if I were the devil.

"Mikey, save me. Mikey!"

Damien looked at me with a conflicted gaze. He wanted to stop me, but Juliet’s life was in my hands.

"I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!" Juliet couldn’t take it.

I shook the blood off my fingers in disgust.

"Tell me something I want to hear."

Otherwise, I would not let Juliet off easily.

"Aren’t you worried... that Damien will discover the truth?" asked Juliet, lying weakly on the floor.

She looked at Damien and said, "If I say this, the secret of how you pretended to be Sophia... will be exposed!"

"Stop babbling." I slapped Juliet.

Juliet cried as she lay on the floor.

She sobbed as she said, "Damien...

"Didn’t you want to know why

Sophia Milford and Sofia Miller are so similar? And why she’s so successful at disguising herself as Sophia Milford, so

much so that both you and Dexter couldn’t see through her? Instead, you happily and willingly accepted her."

Juliet continued, shouting, "That’s because Sophia Milford and Sofia Miller are cloned

embryos with the same genes. They

were transplanted onto different

mothers..."

"In other words, both Sophia Milford and Sofia Miller are experiment subjects from the Genome Society. They’re clones!"

After Juliet finished, Damien stumbled backward. He had to hold the wall to keep himself up.

Clone experiment subjects...

"Peter is very cautious. I don’t know much..." Juliet cried, looking at me.

"I found out about this because I eavesdropped on his calls... They conducted genetic experiments with humans, doing cloning experiments with embryos."

"In the beginning... it was done so

that rich people around the world

would have access to organ

transplantation technology. But later

on...I’m not sure what research

they’ve been doing in secret."

Juliet began to hyperventilate from crying too much.

"Sofia Miller, you’re not even human... You’re a test subject, and so was Sophia Milford. You’re both incomplete experiment subjects."

"In fact, there are many experiment subjects who have been transplanted to different mothers around the world just like you."

It was a terrifying fact.

That meant that there were countless Sophia Milfords.

Countless me existed in places I could not see and did not know.

After birth, cloned embryos were diversified due to the different environments and development conditions within the mothers’ wombs.

As such, Sophia Milford and Sofia Miller might seem similar, but we were not identical. Even our temperaments had some differences.