Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I abruptly woke up and started gasping heavily.

The room was already dark. The sky outside the window had also darkened. Unexpectedly, I slept all afternoon.

Dexter was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me. I was so startled to see his gaze that my heart ached.

It was hard not to be scared when I woke up and saw the murder suspect staring at me.

I rubbed my eyebrows, a little confused. "Don’t keep staring at me. It’s scary."

He lowered his head but soon looked up at me again. His eyes were bright under the illumination of the night light as if he wanted to see through me.

I felt guilty for no reason, so I looked away. I feared that Dexter would discover I wasn’t the original Sofia.

"Dinner is here."

He pointed to the food on the table, asking me to finish my meal. I dared not eat it as there must be aphrodisiacs in it.

"I won’t eat it. I have no appetite."

Dexter thought for a moment before saying, "If you don’t eat, you won’t be able to stand the hunger."

"I can’t stand it even more after eating it..." I complained softly.

He looked at me and said again seriously, "I’m your husband. I can help you."

My mouth twitched. How could he help me?

"You want to have a child to help the Miller family. I can help you as long as you don’t lie to me. If you lie..."

His voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of threat. I didn’t know what he meant, but I felt inexplicably guilty.

What did I lie to him about? Well... I was hiding the fact that I wasn’t the real Sofia.

"I don’t want children. I want to escape. The Miller family..."

I wanted to tell him that the Miller family had nothing to do with me, but I was occupying Sofia’s identity right now. "Forget it."

If I couldn’t fight, I could only compromise.

"We can’t leave before you’re pregnant."

He seemed to be coaxing me, "Sophia, I’m your husband."

"Don’t repeat it..." I looked at Dexter warily.

I had no idea that I would be married to a possible murderer, let alone that I would have to cooperate with him to eliminate his vigilance.

I had never thought of handing myself to him.

"I can help you have a baby," Dexter said seriously.

He analyzed it with me from a biological perspective, "After ovulation, the eggs can survive in your body for up to 24 hours, so the sperm must wait for the eggs in the uterine cavity in advance. We should have intercourse every other day."

I looked at him in shock. Did he know what he was saying to me with that serious look on his face?

"Y–You’re a dimwit, a tramp. How did you learn this in an orphanage?" I felt like I couldn’t figure out who he was more and more.

It seemed that he couldn’t wait for me to get pregnant. Did he know that with his current situation in the Black family, they wouldn’t hesitate to erase him after having an heir?

"It’s the eighth hour after ovulation. We still have a chance."

Dexter continued, "It takes one to two days for fertilization and about a week for implantation. It’ll also take at least seven days before the HCG in the urine can be detected with a pregnancy test strip... So Sophia, if you want to leave, it’ll take 14 days at the earliest before they can get the results."

I looked at the man who was like an encyclopedia. I leaned slumped against the bed and thought about the current situation.

I was trapped in this cage-like room by the Black family. They treated me as a babymaker.

My situation wasn’t much different from before I died. Life was like a dream, and mine was tragic.

I stared at the ceiling. All I could think about was the murderer, Juliet, and Damien.

I wanted to see them brought to justice and receive retribution. I was eager to recover my lost memories to find out my parents’ cause of death. But now, I was trapped in this room. Was there no other way but to get pregnant?

Did I have to accept such a fate?

"Is there no other way?" I asked.

"Yes..." Dexter stared at me.

For a moment, I felt that not only was he not stupid, but he was even as clever as a fox. He was just waiting for me to step into his trap.

Maybe it was my misunderstanding that I thought I was the hunter and he was the prey.

Dexter said seriously, "Tomato juice can make two lines appear on the pregnancy test strip, which blood can temporarily deceive them. But the Black family has a family doctor. They’ll take your blood after they take you out."

"You won’t be able to hide your fake pregnancy then. Unless you’re sure you can escape from them after leaving here."

It would’ve been better for him not to mention such a method. It was useless.

Of course, I was unsure. I didn’t even know what it was like outside. "How do you know so much? What did you major in at Stamford?"

He didn’t answer me. Right then, my stomach growled with hunger, but I still refused to eat.

After carefully sorting out Sofia’s memories, I discovered that the Miller family had investigated Dexter before she married him.

He majored in chemistry and minored in medicine, finance, and computer science. He was also proficient in multiple languages.

He was a very rare genius.

Holding my head, I glanced at Dexter as I wondered why the Black family wasted such a genius.

No wonder they wanted to keep his genes—he was excellent.

He looked at me. "Do you need a child?"

He didn’t seem to feel shy or ashamed at all.

I choked. "Let me consider it."

He nodded, looking at the time. "You still have eight hours to consider. If you’re late, your chances of conception will decrease."

I collapsed on the bed. What sins had I committed?

I dared not close my eyes now. I would think of the past as long as I closed my eyes.

Those memories were like hell, constantly torturing and eroding my soul.

"Sophia, eat something. Eggs are fine." Dexter peeled a boiled egg for me.

He seemed to worry that I would feel disgusted with him and added nervously, "I’ve washed my hands."

I quickly took the egg and ate it. I was too hungry.

I was curious. Did Sofia starve to death?

Lying on the bed, I looked at Dexter, who was still peeling eggs. I asked tentatively, "Dexter, have you ever thought about your future? Are you going to be controlled by others your whole life? You’re capable. Don’t you want to resist?"

He didn’t speak, but he nodded after a long time. "I will resist."

He was boring, but he was indeed good-looking.

Did there really exist a person in the world who had an angelic face but a devilish heart?

He was a rare genius who had been scouted by Stamford. He was the one that the Black family should compete for. Why did he end up like this?

How many secrets did he have?

Why did he fall from a genius to a crazy and mentally disabled person? He was even forced by the Black family to continue the family line.

"Let’s have a baby,"

I thought for a long time and suddenly figured out something.

If I got pregnant, I would become the person the Black family needed to protect the most. After all, I would be giving birth to an heir they needed to carry on their family line.

With this identity, I could use their power to help myself.