Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

It was Dexter, the psycho from the orphanage!

He was the murderer who turned himself in for killing me!

What was he doing here?

He gaped at me for a long time too.

I came to a realization that I was naked. I picked up a towel from the floor and reached for my phone to call the police.

Maybe it was due to fear, but my body wouldn’t stop shaking. I fumbled for my phone in this unfamiliar environment but couldn’t find it. I was like I was having a nightmare and was trying to escape with all my might, but I was powerless.

Kneeling on the floor, I stared at myself in the mirror. There was a 70% resemblance with my own face.

I raised my hand fearfully and touched that face in confusion.

This couldn’t be. I was already dead. Who was this person in the mirror?

After a while, my rapid breathing slowed down. Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. I was reborn into a complete stranger’s body!

After a long bout of silence, I tentatively spoke up, "You..."

"You just want a child. You just want to give birth to a Black... You’ll get what you want. If you don’t want to die, then get out!" He snarled angrily.

I could see the hidden murderous intent in his eyes.

He wanted to kill me!

As I thought... A murderer was still a murderer. He couldn’t hide the resentment and murderous intent in him.

I looked at him warily. In a panic, I grabbed the lamp next to the bed so that I could fight back at any time.

I didn’t have a phone to call the police. Not to mention, I was very frightened by my current predicament. I didn’t know who I was, much less why I was sleeping in the same bed as a murderer!

Probably noticing my desire to kill him in my eyes, Dexter’s gaze also darkened.

We were like two beasts that were about to bite each other at any time. Neither party dared to let their guard down.

Just as I forced myself to calm down to analyze my surroundings, the door opened. A middle–aged man in a wheelchair was pushed in.

"Ms. Sofia Miller, you were screaming a lot last night." The man grinned. His expression looked like he was up to no good.

"Mr. Ignatius agrees to a union between the Miller family and the Black family. The funds he gave to your family are for you to give birth to a healthy heir to the Black family, not for you to enjoy yourself!"

I frowned in confusion.

Sofia Miller? The Miller family?

The Black family? A union?

Give birth to an heir?

The middle–aged man left the room. I quickly followed him so that I could leave, but the nanny stopped me. "Let me out! Who are you to keep me here!"

"Ms. Miller, your duty is to birth an heir for the Black family in order to save your family. In order to ensure that you successfully get pregnant during your ovulation phase this cycle, please hold on a little longer."

With that, she shut the door.

"Let me out!" I was mad and scared at the same time. I was desperate to find out the situation I was in.

Why was I reduced to a baby maker for this murderer?

"You’re so noisy," Dexter said hoarsely, seemingly annoyed. He was looking for something.

"Where is it?" He wasn’t wearing anything, and he seemed to be enraged.

I was struck by his rage. It made me reevaluate this psycho.

Before this, I always saw him in ill–fitting shirts and baggy pants that didn’t cover his ankles. I never imagined... that he could look so beautiful.

Objectively speaking, whether it was his body or his face, he was very good-looking... If I hadn’t died once before, I would’ve had a hard time linking him to the person who killed me ruthlessly.

"I’m asking you... Where is it?" He rushed over. He lost control and grabbed my throat.

At that moment, he wanted to kill me.

He seemed to be furious at me for sleeping with him and for moving his things.

A feeling of suffocation overcame me, and the dark veil of death shrouded me once again. I hit him forcefully, subconsciously aiming for his neck.

"Sophia, if you run into a bad guy next time, hit him in the throat. This can make your opponent lose their breath, and you’ll have a chance to run away."

All of a sudden, my head felt like it was splitting apart. Who was teaching me self–defense?

Who did that familiar yet foreign voice belong to? After that car accident when I was 18 years old, who did I remember?

I had this feeling that I had forgotten someone very important, but why couldn’t I remember?

"Sophia..."

Dexter held his throat in pain. He gave me a heated stare before searching the room in a frenzy again.

Finally, under the towel, he found a bracelet.

I stared at the bracelet in surprise. It was the bracelet that I gave to the thief and also the bracelet that the murderer put on his victim’s body....

But the police had already found the victim. The bracelet should be with the police.

Could it be that it was just the same design?

Or could it be... that the one on the corpse’s wrist was fake?

As Dexter held the bracelet, the rage faded from his body. Instead, he found a corner to curl up in, like a wounded animal licking its injuries.

I took a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down.

Last night, while I was unconscious, some memories that didn’t belong to me had entered my mind. They seemed to belong to the actual owner of the body. I wasn’t able to fully process them just now. Now that I was calm, I finally understood.

The original owner’s name was Sofia Miller. She was the daughter of Charles Miller, the chairman of the Miller Group. She had been sold to the Black family as though she was an object to become a babymaker.

In order to save the Miller family’s business, Sofia married into the Black family with the clear purpose of becoming a babymaker. Afterward, James Black—the man in the wheelchair just now—forcefully injected her with follicle-stimulating hormones and aphrodisiacs...

Because the original owner had a heart condition, those drugs proved to be too much for her. After she was tossed into this room, she died from shock.

And due to some mistake or some coincidence, I was reborn into her body.

"Dexter?" I tried to communicate with him. I knew that if I wanted to find out the truth behind these serial killings as well as my parents’ deaths, I had to start with him.

Thus, I had to disguise myself and get a hold of the prime suspect, whom I wasn’t sure was really insane or not.

He looked at me. Those dark eyes looked as though they wanted to swallow me whole—they were dangerously beautiful.

He continued hiding in the corner while stark naked... He looked like a masterpiece from the ancient legends.

As I thought, if I hadn’t known that this person was most likely a perverted murderer, I would’ve been bewitched by his beauty like anyone else.

His body was flawless. His legs were long and muscular. Probably because he was of mixed heritage, he had paler skin than the average person here. The brutal scars on his calves and soles didn’t take away from his beauty.

"I... did this to her." His long eyelashes fluttered. That sort of broken beauty would easily make someone want to protect him.

"I... did this to Sophia," he repeated, looking out the window.

I frowned as a derisive look flashed in my eyes. Was he regretting killing me? Were murderers able to feel regret?

"What do we have to do in order to leave?" I said carefully, trying to make my voice gentle.

Probably from all the shock I experienced since I woke up, I suddenly grew dizzy. I quickly crouched down.

Ever since I was young, I always had this problem. Whenever I was anxious, nervous, or scared, I would show signs of low blood sugar. During those times, my father would give me a lollipop.

I thought that I wouldn’t feel this again after being reborn into someone else’s body. But to my surprise, the feeling of low blood sugar was still evident.

Maybe because I had disturbed him, he suddenly shifted his gaze toward me. His eyes were scarily heated.

He stared at me for a long time, as though he wanted to see right through me.

After a while, he took out a lollipop from somewhere and gave it to me.

I was stunned for a moment. With my hand shaking violently, I bit back the fear and reluctance in my heart. I took the lollipop to put it in my mouth.

He just stared at me quietly.

"Sophia..." Out of the blue, he called my name.

I raised my head subconsciously. "Yes?"

I wasn’t even sure whether he was addressing Sophia Milford or Sofia Miller.

Dexter seemed to get worked up. With reddening eyes, he slowly walked over with restraint.

Subconsciously, I felt afraid as he approached me and backed away. I forced myself to calm down and pointed at the towel on the floor. "Cover yourself."

All of a sudden, he was very cooperative. He wrapped the towel around himself and sat across from me, gazing at me.

I was astounded. Just a second earlier, he seemed like a prowling wolf. Why had he become so nice all of a sudden?

As I expected, in order to gain his trust, I had to act as gently as possible in front of him.