Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dexter gently grasped my face and whispered, "Sophia, that was my old plan for when you forgot about me and didn’t love me. Now that you’re back with me, my plan has changed. You see, I’ve sold all the shares in the Black Group."

"Initially, I aimed to take over the Black family and utilize the Black Group to join as one of the investors behind the scenes. Then, I’d carry out my plan."

As tears streamed down my face, Dexter’s panicked voice cut through the air. "Sophia, you’ve completely thrown off all my plans. Ever since you were reincarnated and woke up in my bed, you’ve disrupted everything. Seriously..."

He grasped my face in a panic, his anxiety palpable. "How could I bear to leave you alone, Sophia? Don’t be afraid. I’ll never leave you behind."

I looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Dexter raised his finger and swore, but there was a sorrow in his eyes that I couldn’t comprehend. "I swear, I’ll never leave Sophia, never..."

"But what if I’m not Sophia?" I asked fearfully.

What if I really was just a memory implant, just a clone, as Juliet suggested? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He gently touched my face. "You are Sophia, you are. Never let anyone sway you. Faith comes from within yourself."

"What was your initial plan?" I asked Dexter with teary eyes.

He explained softly, "Sophia... The organization has a person in charge for each country and region in the organization. And you’re the pinnacle of creativity and the most valuable experimental subject for this person in charge."

"I initially intended to use the Black Group to become one of their investors to find out the mastermind behind this organization and replace the person in charge."

"By assuming control over the leadership, I would dismantle the entire Godmaker Project, annihilate all its experimental data, and ensure the complete disappearance of Sophia, Sofia, and other subjects."

"This would grant you the absolute freedom you deserve. You’ll be liberated once and for all."

He was willing to risk his life to infiltrate and become the sinister force behind it all, all for the sake of saving his beloved. Those who persisted in battling evil for too long eventually became evil themselves.

He was fully prepared to embrace evil in order to eradicate it entirely. Yet, accomplishing this goal proved to be an immense challenge.

To become evil, he needed to be compelled to commit numerous evil acts and be stained with blood. However, Dexter was born pure and righteous. How could he allow himself to become a sinner?

In the end, he would perish along with all his sins. As the sins burned away, he would also disappear completely. This was his original, complete plan.

That was precisely why he repeatedly stated that it made no difference whether I remembered him or not... I could do as I pleased.

From start to finish, Dexter never allowed himself a way out. He laid many paths for me, and each one led to a dead end for him.

Where did he learn this overbearing kissing technique from? It seemed spontaneous and without any rules. His fingers were restless too.

"Dexter..." I couldn’t help but shed tears due to his action, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

He kissed the corners of my eyes and pressed me against the wall...

The sound of water running in the bathroom was loud, drowning out my breathing and whimpering. This bastard... I didn’t know where he learned these techniques.

He had sex with me until midnight last night, and now, he still wanted it. I felt my legs shaking. My body was pressed against the cold tiles, and I was trembling all over.

"Dexter... Bastard..."

Dexter was behind me, gently kissing and nipping at me as if to comfort me. Yet, his force remained unrelenting.

"Hmm..." His voice was hoarse as if he was reacting to being called a bastard by me.

"Are you done yet..."

"Mhm." He kept humming as if he was replying to whatever I said, but it was simply irritating.

"Dexter!" I tried to push Dexter away, but it didn’t work.

He seized my wrist and kissed me from behind. I felt the tears welling up, probably out of frustration.

He spoke with a raspy voice as if he longed to intertwine his fate with mine. "I never thought... you would come back to me... How dare I wish... How dare I..."

I felt like I was losing my mind, so I reacted to his kiss by biting his lip. I could eventually taste the blood in my mouth. Let us surrender to this abyss together. Dexter, never think about leaving me alone.

The temperature in the bathroom had been steadily rising, causing the mirror to become obscured by a veil of mist. He used to restrain himself, but now, he couldn’t bear it any longer.

"Dexter, my legs are cramping! You jerk..."

"Honey..." Dexter hugged me and acted coquettishly, but he refused to let me go.

I leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath and feeling helpless. I could only hope that the sink would hold and not fall.

"Damien deserves to die," Dexter uttered, his voice filled with jealousy. It was clear that he resented Damien for attempting to take me away, as well as for taking Sophia’s past affection toward him.

"I’ll never hurt you." His fingers delicately traced the red marks on my wrist, remnants of Damien’s forceful grip moments ago.

"Sophia, he hurt you and threatened me... Don’t fall for him," Dexter complained in a pretentious tone. He kissed my neck, sending prickling sensations down my spine.

Honey traps and pillow talk worked well. I couldn’t help but scold Damien too, "Ignore him. He’s just as stupid as Juliet."

Dexter nibbled at my collarbone, his voice dripping with seduction. "Sophia... The reason he joined the organization is to impress you. He yearns to uncover the truth sooner and win back your affection..." Dexter informed me about all the potential "sacrifices" Damien might have to make beforehand. He did so to prepare me emotionally and prevent me from being swayed by Damien’s sacrifices. It was also to keep me from being with Damien later on.

"L..."

I was about to say something when I heard someone shouting in the living room. "Where is everyone? Dexter? Sophia?"

It was Joel. I was nervous, wanting to push Dexter away. Joel was a high school student now... The bathroom door was not locked at all! Dexter pressed me against the wall with evil intentions and refused to let me move.

"Dexter." My voice was choked with emotion, and I was unable to speak loudly.

"Dexter, what are you doing?" Joel shouted alertly outside the door.

"My wife," Dexter responded coldly.

The air fell silent for a moment, but then a sharp shout pierced the stillness, "You’re shameless! It’s broad daylight-"

"Get lost!"

"Alright."