Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Jack was at Nocturnal Club.

Ever since the incident with Sophia, he visited the bar almost every day.

"Come over here, beautiful. Let me hug you."

Jack and his good-for-nothing friends were having fun in a private room.

"Alright, you guys have fun. I’m going to the restroom," Jack said. He then tried to open the door to the restroom in the private room, but he realized that the restroom was locked from the inside.

So, he stumbled out of the private room and headed for the public restroom at the other end of the corridor.

The corridor was very quiet.

Violette had found Nocturnal’s owner’s contact number beforehand. She had then asked Zion to call and give them a warning.

The owner had closed the place earlier than usual. Only Jack’s private room was left occupied.

I was wearing an outfit that I used to wear frequently in the past. I took a glass of alcohol and followed Jack.

Jack had drunk a little too much and was already wasted.

"Here you go. Have another drink," I said as I placed the glass in his hand.

He took the drink and downed it. Then, he looked up at me, and he suddenly froze.

"Sophia..."

I smiled at him. "Long time no see, Jack."

Jack was so shocked that he sat on the floor, his face as white as a sheet.

"Sophia... Don’t come for me. You should put the blame on the right person. It was the murderer who killed you. Don’t come after me."

All of a sudden, the lights in the corridor turned off. A green ray of light shone on my face.

Jack backed away in fear and scurried to hide in the restroom.

"Sophia, don’t come after me. I have nothing to do with your death."

"Jack... You’ve caused me great grief... I didn’t push Juliet. I know you saw it, but you lied. I hate you..." I said fiercely.

"No... It was Juliet. It was Juliet and her sister who told me not to say anything. They wanted me to help hide it from my brother."

"You can’t blame me for this. It was Damien who didn’t believe you. You should blame the right person. Go look for Damien instead!"

"If you hadn’t lied to Damien so many times, how could I have been slandered by Juliet."

"Damien was the one who would rather believe Juliet instead of you. You can’t blame me for this. All I did was hide the truth."

"But he believed everything Juliet said. Juliet fell on her own. Then, she claimed that you had pushed her, and he just trusted her words blindly."

I scoffed. I approached him and choked him. "Go to hell!"

"Sophia, let me go..." Jack then fainted from fright.

I loosened my grip on him, then got up and sighed. Just now, I had really lost my cool and wanted to strangle him.

I tidied up my hair and reapplied my lipstick.

I had specially put on makeup today to make myself look more like Sophia.

Sophia and I looked alike in some ways. Putting on makeup made us look even more alike, especially under such dim lighting.

Moreover, Jack already had too much to drink, so it was a piece of cake to scare the living daylights out of him.

The lights came back on. Violette walked out with a phone in her hand.

"I’ve recorded it all."

I took a look at her phone. "You’ve filmed it well." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Your acting skills were pretty good too."

She glanced at me warily. I guess I really looked like Sophia.

"Sophia..." she called out softly. Then, she lowered her head and sneered. "Now that you’ve got the video recording, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course, I’m going to send it to Damien. How could he and Juliet think of getting by peacefully?" I replied in a low voice.

Violette shot a quick glance at me. She nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll send it to him."

"Thanks." I smiled and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Violette, you should also try to get over it. After all..."

I was still alive and well.

Violette frowned. She looked at me and remarked, "Mind your own business."

I sighed. When would she let down her guard against me and recognize that I was Sophia?

"I don’t care what your motives are. Just don’t pretend to be Sophia in front of me. She’s irreplaceable to me. No one can pretend to be her," Violette said.

I smiled as her words warmed my heart. "Violette, when will you believe that I am Sophia?" Violette let out a cold laugh. "I’m leaving. I trust that you’ll be able to get back on your own."

I nodded and walked out of Nocturnal.

I stood at the entrance and glanced around. It was here where I was once bullied by Damien and those other people. Those drunkards had knocked me around back then.

But that felt like it had happened ages ago. Everything was different now.

As soon as I walked out of Nocturnal, I heard a sound coming from behind me. I looked back warily and saw a shadow flashing past.

Frowning, I backed away cautiously. An inexplicable feeling of panic rose within me.

I felt like I was being watched the moment I stepped into Nocturnal today. I still couldn’t shake off that feeling even after exiting that place.

Perhaps it was because I had died once, but it felt like I had become more sensitive.

The night breeze was quite cold.

I took a step back fearfully. This feeling... It was exactly the same as when I had met the murderer at Sunset Alley the previous time.

Another sound came from the alley. A tall figure wearing a poncho stood there with a stick in his hand. I backed away in horror. I turned around and wanted to run away. But maybe due to the fear, my legs felt heavy.

Right when I was feeling overwhelmed with fear, I suddenly bumped into someone’s muscular chest.

"Sophia..."

The man’s chest was rising and falling quickly as he panted heavily. It seemed as if he had run over here anxiously.

I caught a whiff of a light fragrance on him. He smelled good. The sound of his heartbeat was comforting too.

He wrapped his arms around me. Then, he removed his jacket and put it on me.

"I’m here... Don’t be afraid," he said.

I clung onto his clothes tightly and looked up. It was Dexter...

I don’t know how he had escaped or where he had gotten his clothes from.

I glanced behind me fearfully. The alley was empty. There wasn’t anyone around.

I was a little doubtful. Was it my imagination? Was it because I was under too much psychological pressure?

Dexter didn’t say anything. He just hugged me tightly as he fixed his cold and frigid gaze in the direction of the alley.

"How did you escape?" I asked quietly.

"I was worried... about you."

Dexter lowered his head and wrapped the jacket around me more snugly. Then, he took me by the hand and led me away.

His actions were very natural, as if we had known each other for a long time.

I looked at Dexter’s back. Why did he seem familiar? Where had I seen him before?

My head hurt a little, so I massaged my temples gently.

Dexter and I went to hail a taxi.

"Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?"

It was only then that I realized that Dexter wasn’t wearing any shoes. The wound on his foot had split open, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the ground.

I frowned and held him back. "You ran out in such a hurry just to find me?"

Dexter lowered his head like a child who was feeling guilty. He didn’t say anything.

I let out a long sigh.

He was a good-looking man. With such an aggrieved expression on his handsome face, anyone would feel like giving in to him.

At that moment, I felt like my values were being swayed, and I almost got lost in his good looks.

"Go and take a seat over there!" I pointed at the bus stop sign by the side of the road.

Dexter looked up at me, but he didn’t move.

"Go and sit down!" I instructed a little fiercely this time.

Dexter then went over and sat down obediently.

I felt bad for him, so I ran to the mall to buy him some clothes and shoes. I also bought some iodine.

I rushed back with the items that I had bought and found Dexter still sitting obediently on the bench.

I let out a sigh as I looked at him. He seemed like such a well-behaved person. Could he really be a murderer?