Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Damien’s expression fell. He frowned at Ignatius and remarked, "Can’t the Blacks even keep an eye over a madman?"

Ignatius looked riled as well. Still, he couldn’t refute it because, firstly, the Colemans were an established family in Huma. Besides, Dexter was clearly a suspected criminal and a madman, a stain on the Black family name that they desperately wanted to get rid of.

"Watch your attitude." I stood beside Ignatius and addressed Damien sternly. "Who are you calling a madman?"

Damien fixed a scorching and furious gaze on me. I didn’t want to be around him for long, but I felt obliged to speak up for Dexter and the Black family.

"Are you the fiancée of that crazy man?" Damien confronted me. "Where is he now?"

"Why do you seem more concerned about my husband than your wife?" I frowned at Damien, feeling disgusted just by talking to him.

Sparing no time to argue with me, he cast me a knowing look and remarked, "No matter how desperate the Millers are, they shouldn’t send their daughter to hell. Watch out for that madman, or you might end up getting badly hurt."

With that, he turned to leave.

I stood there with a frown and stared at Damien’s figure. Then, I cast a quick look upstairs. Dexter was at home, that was for sure. If so, who took Juliet away?

Dexter had admitted to his guilt when my body was discovered. Why did someone else emerge at this point? Was it an open provocation of the police?

I mused silently, "Is Dexter the killer? Or is he a conspirator?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Ignore that Coleman kid. He’s brash and rude," Ignatius snorted and proceeded to introduce me to the others.

However, I felt rather distracted and unwell. I excused myself, "Grandpa, I feel tired."

Ignatius might not care about my health, but he was concerned about the well–being of his future grandchild. He relented. "Fine. Go upstairs and have a rest."

I nodded and made my way upstairs, only to be stopped by a woman. Young and good-looking, she looked like the daughter of a wealthy family.

"Hah, Sofia Miller, you’re really something. How did you transform yourself into Mrs. Black in just a few days?" the woman confronted me with hostility and even shoved me.

I knitted my brows together and looked at the woman, finally recognizing her as Lena Ziegler. In Sofia’s memories, Lena was her bully in school.

Lena had led the other classmates to gang up against her. Misfortune befell the Millers because of the competition between the Zieglers and the Miller family. As John Miller was less capable than his competitor and was tricked into signing a bet agreement, he struggled with capital chain rupture. That led him to give his company away.

"Do you really think you can climb the social ladder by marrying a shot from the Black family? You should take a look at yourself in the mirror. You’ll always be beneath me," taunted Lena with a smirk as she looked at me tauntingly.

Eighteen years ago, I was a princess to my parents before they passed on. My classmates were friendly and caring, and the world seemed perfect.

After my parents died in a car crash, I was sent to live with the Coleman. That was where I had my first taste of what it felt like to live with a foster family. I kept quiet when I was bullied because I didn’t want trouble for the Colemans.

Nonetheless, I had lost my life once because of my cowardice. If I remained as cowardly after my rebirth, I might as well stay a spirit.

"Who are you calling an idiot?" I feigned a shocked expression and stared at Lena. "Are you saying that Dexter Black is an idiot? Gosh, that’s pretty ignorant of you."

"Dexter Black was once regarded as a genius. Don’t you know that he enrolled in advanced classes at the age of ten?"

Hearing that, Lena chuckled sarcastically. "How pathetic of you to bring up these useless facts from years ago! Everyone in Huma knows that Dexter Black, an illegitimate child who grew up in an orphanage, is a murderous madman."

Looking astonished, I spun around and yelled out to Ignatius, "Grandpa, Lena is starting rumors of Dexter, calling him a murderous madman!"

There were so many guests around. In a flash, Ignatius became extremely upset. He was already embarrassed by the scene that Damien caused. However, he was from the Coleman family, after all. The Ziegler family was not up to their level.

"I see that any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to bark at the Black family now?" Ignatius chided.

Lena was trembling in fear. She looked at me in shock, as if she was shooting laser beams from her eyes.

"Sofia, you set me up... Mr. Ignatius, it wasn’t me... It was Sofia. She..."

"Grandpa, Lexy has been listening," I said as I looked at the nanny, who was standing by the side.

She nodded. "Yes."

Lena was in fear. "Mr. Ignatius... I..."

"Where is this lady from?" Ignatius asked in a deep voice.

"She’s from the Ziegler family," his assistant answered.

"Moving forward, the Zieglers are not allowed to attend any events related to the Black family. They should first educate their own daughter. It’s only after that can they associate themselves with my family again."

Ignatius’ voice was deep. He was taking this opportunity to give out a warning.

"Please leave."

I gave Lena a mocking look. Recently, Ignatius had been filled with pent-up anger. She happened to be oblivious and ended up triggering him.

Lena was completely freaking out now. She came to her senses after a while. She looked at me in astonishment. "Sofia, you... You did that on purpose? How dare you!"

She was about to hit me when she was stopped by the Black family’s bodyguard. "Miss, you’re not welcome at the Blacks’ family dinner. Please leave."

She kept staring at me. It seemed as if she was going to burn a hole through me with her gaze.

Sofia used to be submissive. She wouldn’t say a word to anyone no matter what happened. Lena must be feeling confused as to why she had suddenly changed.

I glared at her provocatively. Then, I went upstairs. It felt good to have someone backing me up.

However, the Blacks weren’t backing me up. It was the baby that I was carrying.

Ignatius had to entertain the guests. I gave an excuse saying that I wasn’t feeling well and needed to rest. I retreated to my room and sent the nanny away.

From the window upstairs, I glanced down. There was no one else outside. I took this opportunity to change into a different set of clothing and climbed down.

"Hi Violet, it’s me." I ran out from the Blacks’ home and called Violette.

Violette stayed silent for a while before she said, "We’re not that close. You can call me Violette instead."

I acknowledged her request pretentiously. "Ms. Violette, I heard that Juliet was abducted by the murderer. Is that true?"

"It’s not," Violette answered unhappily.

I raised my eyebrow. This was similar to my theory. I had guessed that Juliet was the one who staged the incident. She just wanted to make Damien worry for her.

"So, I suppose that couple is playing house, aren’t they?" I remarked in a low voice.

"Juliet acts well. When she regained consciousness at the orphanage, she said that someone abducted her. The cops didn’t expose her either."

"Dexter is under control, so she thinks that she’s safe. Zion has said that it’s highly unlikely that Dexter is the murderer. She’s just playing with fire. It would be her own fault if she ends up burning herself."

Violette wished that Juliet could get rid of the murderer as soon as possible. She wanted the murderer to be gone.

"Let’s not talk about Juliet and Damien for now. Have you found where Jack Miller is?" I squinted. I thought of tackling the matter with Jack as a starting point.

"He’s at the bar. Where else could he be?" Violette snorted. "I’m here, watching him. Do you want to come over?"

"Of course. Tonight... I’m going to scare him out of his wits!" I gritted my teeth and flagged down a cab.

One by one, I would teach them a lesson. Jack would be the first!