Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"He had no feelings for that wife the Black family forced him to marry. He loved me, not her!" Fazed by my words, Nancy seized my neck, attempting to plunge the syringe into my vein.

She was delusional, convinced that Andy’s love was hers to claim.

Perhaps Andy was deeply in love with another woman, but that woman wouldn’t have been Nancy, who was so selfish and obsessive.

"The thought of my blood carrying your genes... truly disgusts me," I remarked, finding it sickening.

Regardless of who I was, both Sophia and Sofia shared Nancy’s DNA.

"Disgusting? Haha... Even if Andy never loved me, his son is hopelessly drawn to my genes!" Nancy laughed maniacally, reveling in her delusions of revenge.

"Even a genius like Dexter Black can’t resist the allure of my genes... With Sophia No. 2 in my grasp, he’s completely under my control," Nancy declared, convinced of her power over Dexter.

As my body had weakened from the effects of the toxic gas I had inhaled, Nancy managed to slowly insert the syringe into my neck. She injected euthanasia meant for small animals.

Feeling a surge of heat coursing through me, I knew my chances of survival were slim.

"Dexter... isn’t as weak as you think," I muttered through gritted teeth, grabbing Nancy’s wrist and using all my strength to pin her down.

Seizing the syringe from her hand, I drove it into her neck, declaring, "Let’s go to hell together..."

Only with Nancy dead could Dexter be safe.

Blood poured uncontrollably from my mouth, my eyes reddening as if blood were about to seep from them. As my body convulsed, I felt my heart growing numb...

Nancy stared at me in horror. Before her assistant could pull me away, I injected the remaining lethal dose from the syringe into her body.

Twitching uncontrollably in pain, I convulsed on the ground as consciousness slipped away. I was experiencing my second death...

I marveled at Peter’s hypnotic skills. If I truly was Sofia Miller, he had indeed done a remarkable job in hypnotizing me. He even implanted Sophia Milford’s experience with death into my memories.

Therefore, when death came knocking again, I wasn’t as afraid. Instead, I felt a sense of peace.

The drug began to take effect in Nancy’s body too, causing her body to convulse. She gazed at me as if this wasn’t the end.

"The Rebels... won’t succeed," she croaked.

My vision dimmed. I curled up in the corner and slowly closed my eyes. My tears mixed with the blood streaming down my cheeks.

"Dexter..." I whispered Dexter’s name in my final moment, realizing I had indeed fallen for him-deeper than I realized.

But alas, I might not be Sophia Milford, the one he truly loved.

My love felt meaningless and worthless.

"Stay alive... Dexter..."

"Sophia!

"Sophia!

"Wake up...

"When everything is over..." Dexter’s sudden words echoed mine even though he couldn’t have heard me.

I looked at him in shock, my gaze flickering.

"We’ll find a deserted island... and start new," Dexter whispered softly, his voice hoarse.

I stared at him for a long moment before quietly responding, "Okay, we’ll do just that."

Even though we couldn’t physically touch each other, there was still a profound sense of connection between us.

While from a scientific and medical standpoint, such occurrences might be perceived as some form of mental anomaly, I firmly believed that the souls of the departed lingered around us in some way.

Even if it was just wishful thinking, it provided solace to our lonely souls.

"Sophia, you’re here with me, aren’t you?" Dexter asked softly.

"Yes, Dexter, I’m here," I replied with a smile.

Though he couldn’t feel my touch, see me, or hear me, I felt compelled to respond to his words nonetheless.

"The laboratory is nestled in the undeveloped mountains of Yesa, bordering Myrindara. It’s secluded from the public eye. While it masquerades as a retirement haven for affluent retired scientists, beneath the surface lie three hidden levels of laboratories.

"Nancy is the overseer of this facility, wielding complete control. Though it’s reported that Genome Society has numerous labs across the country, this is the only facility that has been unearthed thus far.

"We thought we could trace the entire organization network starting from Nancy’s lab, but we underestimated the power of Genome Society."

Zion explained outside the emergency room, his frustration palpable.

"Each lab within Genome Society operates independently, cultivating its own experimental subjects, researchers, and medical staff. There are no connections between them.

"In essence, if we aim to dismantle the entire organization like a spider’s web, we have only two options."

Eason glanced at Zion and picked up where Zion left off, "We gather information from either Nancy or the human traffickers, peeling back the layers one by one."

It was clear that their attempt to rescue me had startled the traffickers, leading to a dead end.

"How’s Nancy doing now?" Zion inquired.

"The doctors are still working to save her, but the outlook isn’t promising. Unlike Sofia, she lacks a resistance to drugs," Eason explained with a shrug.

He then continued, "Luckily, the dose she received wasn’t fatal. The doctor mentioned we can only hope she doesn’t end up in a vegetative state."

Dexter sat on the ground, looking dejected. I joined him, resting my head on his shoulder.

So, this was what it felt like to be in love, wanting to be by his side always. I only felt safe when he was around.

It was a stark contrast to how I felt with Damien before. Back then, I only felt like I was compromising. Reflecting on the past, my gaze dimmed as I wondered if I was truly Sophia Milford or not.

Were all Sophia Milford’s memories in my mind merely a memory implant?

Was I truly Sofia Miller herself and not Sophia Milford?

"Zion, we found this in the lab-" Phil suddenly rushed over. Noticing the presence of others, he hesitated before continuing, "Can I say it here?" Zion nodded.

"Linda, the teenage girl, has awakened safely with no major injuries. She was administered a truth serum and disclosed information about Peter and Sofia Miller’s plan... Here’s all the evidence.

"Sofia Miller was merely impersonating Sophia Milford at Peter’s behest. After thoroughly studying Sophia Milford, Peter hypnotized Sofia Miller... In essence, Sofia Miller isn’t Sophia Milford," Phil said the last part in a hushed tone.

While Dexter remained motionless with his head lowered, I grew a little panicked and avoided his eyes. Upon hearing Phil’s words, Damien hurriedly approached them and snatched the evidence from their hands. His fingers were stiff. "What’s the meaning of all this... Implanted memories, hypnosis?"

"It means Sophia Milford is truly gone. She perished due to your carelessness and arrogance, Damien," Zion replied in a low voice, each word a jab at Damien.

He then concluded, "There’s no coming back from death. The supposed reincarnation was just a ploy by Peter to expose Genome Society’s laboratory, nothing more."