Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Violette!" Jack and Damien’s friends rushed forward to block her.

But Zion, who had followed Violette, furrowed his brow and said, "Everyone, be quiet."

The police had laid in wait everywhere. They were waiting to see if I would show up. I found it funny because I was right beside them.

Unfortunately, no one could see me.

"Damien, you’re the one who killed her. She won’t come back!!!"

But as time passed, there was still no sign of me. Even the surroundings of the wedding venue were filled with people Damien had arranged in advance.

Still, there was no sign of me, no sign at all.

Somehow, Damien ditched Juliet and the guests and left as if he had lost control of himself.

"Damien..."

Juliet followed after him with red eyes. "The guests have arrived, and my family is here. You can’t do this, you promised me..."

"I’m sorry, Juliet. I can’t marry you," said Damien. He then removed the flower from his chest and turned to leave.

"Damien!" Juliet watched him leave.

Upset, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She couldn’t help but shout, "Damien, you’ll never find Sophia! She’s dead!"

After she had said that, she seemed to regret her words. Her face turned pale, her eyes filled with panic.

Damien stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Juliet. "What do you know?"

Juliet’s breathing sped up. She tried to change the topic.

"I just... spoke without thinking. Damien, please stop making a scene and come with me. My parents are here..."

Damien frowned. His expression was unpleasant as he walked up to Juliet.

"Do you know something? Tell me!" Damien seemed to lose control as he grabbed her by the shoulder, demanding answers.

I had never seen Damien treat her so harshly before. It was quite unsettling for me.

I sneered as I stood by the side. Of course, she knew I was dead.

"On the 13th and 14th, we asked Sophia to wear a red dress to Serenity Lane. Why did she appear in Sunset Alley on the 15th?" Damien lowered his voice. He looked as if he was interrogating her.

I didn’t know if he found anything, but I was somewhat surprised that Damien would be suspicious of Juliet.

"... I don’t know. "Juliet nervously took a step back.

Damien clenched his fists. He scrutinized Juliet without saying a word. Zion and Violette had been waiting, anticipating my appearance and arrival.

"Sophia will come. She loves Damien so much. She loves him shamelessly. How could she not show up?" Jack muttered quietly

They all firmly believed that someone like me, who loved Damien to the core, would surely appear at the wedding reception to try to stop it.

But what puzzled me was that it was supposed to be the wedding of both Damien and Juliet. Yet only Juliet’s family was present. None of Damien’s relatives showed up, not even his aunt.

"Damien, she’s not here." Damien’s friends had also arrived. They shook their heads, saying they had carefully observed the surroundings and hadn’t seen me.

As the wedding reception came to an end, I still hadn’t appeared.

"Damien, it’s almost time. Why haven’t you two come in yet? Everyone is waiting," Juliet’s mother came out to ask at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Juliet looked somewhat guilty.

She pleaded with Damien, "Damien, please. I didn’t know my sister would tell everyone in my family about the wedding. Now all my relatives know, and they’re here. I can’t do anything about it."

"I told you, this wedding was only to lure Sophia out!" Damien spoke in a low voice.

Zion glanced at Damien and signaled his employees to stand down. Continuing to wait here was meaningless. Sophia wasn’t coming.

When they found my fingernail on that corpse, the police understood that I wasn’t coming back. However, Damien insisted I wasn’t dead, so they decided to come over to go through the motions. "Damien, she’s not coming back. Are you satisfied?"

Violette’s face turned pale. Her determination was crumbling.

Following Zion dejectedly, Violette took a few steps forward. She said, "She’s not coming back. She’s not coming back."

"Officer Landon! We found Dexter!"

Last night, the police had conducted a raid but hadn’t caught Dexter. Yet, he had appeared at the wedding.

The clothes he wore today suited him better. Although it looked rather faded, it covered the worrying scars on his ankles and calves,

He stood under the shade of a tree opposite the road. He looked a little down.

Zion led his men across the road. They then surrounded him.

Dexter looked somewhat normal today. He did not wear his hooded sweatshirt and seemed to have washed his face.

A youthful aura seemed to emanate from his very bones. He was tall, with skin as fair as the moon. His freshly washed face appeared flawless, especially his captivating eyes.

His jet black hair fell messily across his face. In the current lighting, he seemed to outshine any celebrity.

I stood in the light. My gaze was fixed on his slender fingers, and my breathing sped up. In his hand was a bundle of lollipops tied together with a red string

He seemed to look forward to my appearance at the wedding. Did he look forward to me being alive? Or did he look forward to me crashing the wedding?

"Sophia..." Dexter’s voice was hoarse. His eyes were somewhat red. He looked like he was anticipating the outcome that he hoped to witness.

I was a little suspicious. Was he pretending to be crazy? Or was his acting that good?

"Sophia isn’t here." Violette’s previous animosity and wariness toward Dexter were absent.

Upon seeing the lollipops in his hand, she choked.

"Previously..." she trailed off and continued, "Were you the person who constantly protected Sophia in secret and gave her lollipops?"

I froze for a moment, then anxiously looked at Violette.

"Don’t fall for it! He’s a murderer. He’s only pretending right now!" I yelled.

Dexter said nothing. He merely lowered his head.

"Dexter, come back with us. If you wish to find Sophia, please cooperate with us."

Zion’s voice was gentle. He gestured at his colleagues to not startle Dexter.

Anxiously stared at Dexter and looked at his face. "You liar... You fake."

A few female police officers stepped forward to lead Dexter into the car. Upon seeing his appearance, they looked away bashfully.

"I couldn’t tell at first, but he looks so handsome, just like a movie star," said one of them.

Dexter’s head remained down. He didn’t fight back as he obediently got into the police car and sat in the corner confusedly. He stared at the lollipops in his hand.

He feigned compliance. Looking at his long and trembling lashes, even I was bewitched. For a moment, I questioned if I had misremembered the moments before my death.

"What do you plan on doing?" I followed him into the car and gathered my courage to sit beside him.

"Why did you kill me?" I asked. Dexter kept his head lowered and didn’t say a word.

"What do you want? Does killing others benefit you?" I kept interrogating him, but it also felt as if I was speaking to myself.

"Why did you have to kill me?" I trailed off.

Dexter stayed silent. Suddenly, he lifted his head. His gaze was blazing as he looked at me.

He startled me. I looked around anxiously.

The heat in his gaze slowly dissipated. He then lowered his head once more and remained silent.

"Dexter, how did you know that the murderer would place the corpse at the old dilapidated welfare home?" Zion asked gently. He was afraid of agitating Dexter.

However, Dexter said nothing. I furrowed my brows as I looked at Dexter. It was because he was the murderer.

"Dexter, it’ll be very hard for us to find Sophia if you don’t cooperate," Zion then sighed.

He continued, "You know Sophia, right? You don’t want her to die, right?"

Dexter raised his head and looked at Zion.

"The welfare home..." he said those words with a hoarse voice.

Zion looked at Dexter for some time. He then turned and said to his colleague, "Go to that welfare home!"

The old welfare home was roughly a 20–minute car ride away.

I was rather surprised that Damien and his friends were present as well. Was he not at the wedding? Was he not getting married?

"Officer Landon, we found an eyewitness to what happened on the night of the 15th. He saw someone pull a large luggage from Sunset Alley to the welfare home," Jack said anxiously.

It was possible that he feared I had actually died.

Zion looked at the old dumpster diver. He then stepped forward to question him.

"What did you see?"

"I saw someone dragging a large trash can over to this area. I remember very clearly because all the garbage in that area was being collected by me." The old man sounded a little angry that someone had taken away the garbage that belonged to him.

Zion looked back at his colleague. "How far is Sunset Alley from here?"

"Here!" Dexter suddenly rushed toward the wall of the courtyard. A small door was blocked with wooden boards leading directly to Sunset Alley. Zion and his colleagues exchanged glances and rushed over cautiously.

The main entrance of the welfare home was far from the Nocturnal, but this backdoor led directly to Sunset Alley, providing a shortcut.

"Call for backup, surround the welfare home, and conduct a full search," Zion ordered. In the bushes, he had found bloodstains and traces of torn clothing.