Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Alright, let’s talk." I nodded, signaling for him to speak.

Damien frowned and stared at Dexter. "I only want to speak with you alone, Sofia."

"You have quite a few requests. Just say it here if you want. Else, that’s fine by me too," I complained, looking at Juliet and Una.

Then, I continued, "You should probably deal with your own problems first, though. You seem to be attracting quite a bit of attention."

He drew a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Sofia, the CEO of Crowdstar Group is a young man. He’s been investing in Genome Society continuously for the last few years. He’s one of their biggest clients."

"He’s not a good person.... He’s just a businessman."

I stared at him wordlessly, signaling him to carry on.

"Don’t trust Dexter, Sofia... There’s more to him than what meets the eye." Damien sighed. It looked like he was pitying me.

I didn’t need his pity.

I looked at him with a matching gaze. In that case, we would pity each other and see who deserved it more, then. How dare he act all high and mighty when he was being played by two women?

I scoffed at him. "I believe him, Damien."

"You’re so foolish," he said with a knowing look. "Just as foolish she was..."

He was probably referring to Sophia.

"But you’re not foolish... You’re the smartest one." I laughed. Clever Mr. Damien Coleman, how ironic.

"The upper-class rooms on this cruise are assigned based on memberships. Without a membership, they won’t give it to you. The regular rooms are not suitable for resting. They get very stuffy."

"I’ve already gotten rooms for all of you. You’re welcome," he said softly before turning to leave.

What a people-pleaser.

"We don’t need him to get us rooms!" Joel berated. He turned to look at Eason and continued, "Grow a backbone. Let’s not stay in the rooms."

Eason shook his head. "I don’t have a backbone, I’m seasick. I want to stay in a better room." Stan pulled on the handcuffs. "What about me? We can’t possibly sleep together, officer..."

Before Eason could even get mad, Joel kicked the killer again. "You wish! Sleep on the floor!"

Afterward, he looked toward Eason. "I don’t trust this sicko to be alone with you. Let’s all sleep in the same room. It’s safer, and we can look after each other."

Eason cast him a look of disgust. "You need to calm down."

"You’re against me but not this sicko? What’s wrong with you, Eason?" Joel was annoyed.

Zion rubbed his forehead. He looked at Violette, who was struggling to sleep, and said, "That’s enough... Look at the situation we’re in. How are you bickering during a time of uncertainty like this?"

"It’s not safe to sleep alone, so everyone get into groups of two. Sort yourselves out."

Then, he left with Violette.

Dexter also took my hand and left.

Joel and Eason were the only ones left.

They had no choice. There were two couples in our small group of six. The single ones would have to make do.

Stan chuckled creepily. "Sorry for the trouble, officer..."

Eason and Joel sent a kick his way simultaneously.

"I’ll beat you to death if you say another word, sicko," Joel threatened.

Stan fell to the ground in pain. He stared wickedly at Joel as he was dragged along by Eason.

"Have you set your eyes on him... We’re the same kind. I can feel it from you. You want to pick on him, step on him aggressively, and tear his pride apart. I know you want him to grovel at your feet... You want to watch him beg for mercy... watch him cry out..."

Joel almost hissed at him. This absolute sicko.

There was a loud noise. Eason grabbed Stan’s head and rammed it onto the wall. "I’ll stitch your lips up in a bit, you sicko. Get on your knees!"

The top of Stan’s head was bleeding, but he was still chuckling like a lunatic.

"All of you are lambs awaiting slaughter, and we’re the hunters..." He laughed. "You won’t make it out of here alive. Prey should be on a hunter’s platter. We’re naturally superior. We’re the evolved version of man. Average mortals like you should be beneath us!"

Eason scratched his head. How was this psycho’s head so sturdy?

He turned to look at Joel, whose gaze darkened for a split moment as he stood there.

Eason stilled, and his chest tightened. For some reason.... he felt a chill run down his spine.

That gaze was gone in an instant, though. Joel soon reverted back to an annoying teenager.

"This absolute sicko! Let’s just kill him."

Eason frowned. "Find a way to shut him up."

Joel raised an eyebrow. All of a sudden, he seemed to recall something, and his lips curved upward.

"Let’s go back to the room. I have a hundred ways... to make him shut up." He chuckled.

Eason got goosebumps. "You’re kind of sick too..."

"Not as much as Dexter. That guy is actually insane," he gloated.

Eason wordlessly pulled Stan into the elevator together with Joel.

In order to avoid causing a commotion, he wrapped a piece of clothing around the handcuffs. The people who entered the elevator even thought that Eason was a pervert who wanted to hold hands with a psycho. "No... Sophia, killed... Sophia... Sophia... killed... Sophia... I killed..."

In the elevator, Violette was extremely disoriented. She kept on mumbling like she was sleep-talking.

This was a common occurrence in patients with carbon monoxide poisoning post-surgery.

I stared resignedly at her. Something about Sophia and a murder...

Dexter shot Violette a knowing look but didn’t say anything.

It seemed to actually be like what Stan had said-every one of us seemed to be putting on a front.

"Sophia!" Violette suddenly yelled my name. The sheer volume gave me a fright.

Zion smiled resignedly. He caressed her hair and had her lean on his leg. His gaze was laced with joy and affection.

I stared at the pair. For some reason... I kept getting the feeling that things wouldn’t end well between them.

Maybe I was being too pessimistic. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Upon exiting the elevator, we headed to our respective rooms under the escort of a receptionist. Since Damien was willing to pay, we gladly took him up on his offer.

"Carol!"

Just as Zion was pushing Violette into the room, she suddenly yelled out Carol’s name in a daze.

I almost ran into the door. I glanced at my surroundings, and my entire body froze. At the end of the hall, a figure that greatly resembled Carol flashed by.

I had gone crazy... I genuinely felt like I had gone crazy.

After entering the room, I shut the door and pressed Dexter against the wall. "Be honest, are you the president..." I said in a low voice.

I wasn’t able to get my question out before he cupped his hand over my mouth and pressed me against the wall instead. I didn’t know if he did so because he was afraid of eavesdroppers or if he was guilty.

I sighed. I didn’t care anymore. If he was... then we’d just have to be even more careful. I had to protect him. I know he must’ve had no other choice in order to approach the organization.

If he wasn’t, then we’d look for the president together. Then, we’d keep him safe while working out a partnership.

"Sophia... my hand hurts," Dexter said in a small voice.

Here we go again. This was his typical behavior. Whenever he had a question he didn’t want to answer, he’d start to behave in a cute and pitiful manner.

I was already well aware of his antics!