Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"You’ve seen how much Damien protects Juliet too..." I laughed sarcastically. Getting Damien to give up Juliet? How could that ever happen?

"Damien went to find Jack. I heard Jack went into hiding out of fear, so Damien probably doesn’t distrust our video, he just went to find Jack afterward and couldn’t locate him," Violette spoke again, her voice heavy. "I know where Jack is hiding, I need you to send Damien the location as he’s blocked me and doesn’t trust me."

I was somewhat surprised. Damien had already started investigating? Was he starting to suspect Juliet? Huh...

"I’ll contact him." I remembered Damien had given me his business card, although I had thrown it away, I still remembered his phone number.

"We’ll meet at the intersection of Macalister Road and Rundle Street." Violette hung up after speaking, sounding very urgent.

I checked the news on my phone, and sure enough, the news of the serial killer striking again had shot up in the trending topics.

Who was the person who killed me? Was Dexter involved after all?

I subconsciously looked over at Dexter, who was still lying unconscious on the bed. When I first woke up and saw him, I felt fear and anxiety. After all, waking up to find a murderer right in front was scary. But as I got to know him better, I started to hesitate, to waver. I even began to doubt.

Was he really the murderer?

But if he wasn’t the murderer, why would he turn himself in? If he wasn’t the murderer, why did he appear at the orphanage after I was kidnapped?

Dexter had too many secrets, and there was definitely some connection between him and the murderer.

I couldn’t believe he was innocent.

Rubbing my forehead, I got up and walked out. "Ewan, I’m going out to buy some daily necessities. You don’t need to have anyone follow me."

Ewan hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Okay. If you need anything, please call me."

I nodded and had the driver take me to Pavilion Mall.

Violette and I had arranged to meet near there.

"Damien?" I called Damien on the way.

"Who is this?" Damien’s voice was cold and wary.

"I heard you’ve been looking for Jack lately?" I spoke in a low voice.

"Who are you?" He sounded displeased, and I could tell he was getting angry.

I still knew him too well.

"He’s at Pacific Court on Macalister Road. You should know where he’s hiding, right?" I continued to provoke him.

"I’m asking who you are." He was more focused on knowing who I was.

"You’ll find out when you get here. You have thirty minutes. If you don’t come, you won’t know what Sophia experienced before she died."

With that, I hung up the phone, ignoring any further calls from him.

I knew Damien too well; he was arrogant and selfish. To him, I was just a possession he labeled, my murder without his consent was a challenge to him.

Damien treated Juliet well because I heard Juliet saved him once. He saw Juliet as pure innocent, unlike me, who he thought harbors too many dirty secrets.

But I was determined to help him uncover the truth about Juliet, to show him how malicious his girl really was.

I wanted him to regret, to suffer!

And what would he do then? Would he continue to protect Juliet, or would he continue to delude himself to love her and protect her?

I was looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, at Pacific Court, Violette and I met at the intersection of Macalister Road.

She was wearing all black, with a white flower on her head, looking quite mournful.

I felt a pang of pity, and also a bit amused as I thought, "I’m right here, Violette... why won’t you just believe me?"

"Watch your steps." It was as if Violette was not really here with me when we walked. She nearly banged into the pillar again.

I reached out instinctively to grab her wrist, pulling her to the inner side. "You walk inside."

Violette was stunned for a moment. Perhaps, she saw a little of Sophia in me.

"Who are you..." She finally whispered after a moment.

I just chuckled and said, "She was never gone."

Violette’s eyes reddened, and she looked away, walking toward the residential area.

Jack was hiding here.

"What are your plans after graduation? Are you going to work in a hospital?" I casually asked, wanting to know if she would follow her own life path.

We once set goals together. I said I wanted to study abroad for a while, and she said she wanted to continue her education after completing her bachelor’s and master’s degrees, pursue a PhD, study abroad, and then return to our hometown together.

She would become a doctor dedicated to saving lives, and I would work as a secretary for others.

We planned to earn money happily together, spend it together, travel together, buy a house together, and envision the future together.

"I minored in forensic medicine. After graduation, I will work as a forensic pathologist," she said earnestly, looking at me.

I stood there stunned, feeling somewhat shocked. "Why? Didn’t we agree that you would become a doctor..."

Why did she change her dream?

"Hmph..." Violette sneered sarcastically. "She’s already left me behind, why should I fulfill any promises? I want to be a forensic pathologist, I want to catch that murderer and I won’t let any bad people get away."

I lowered my head, remaining silent for a long time. "Violette, this is very dangerous..."

I just hoped she would be safe and sound, and find someone who loved her and spend the rest of her life together.

"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you," she snorted coldly, striding quickly toward Jack’s place.

When we arrived, Damien was there too.

He got out of the car, looking very upset, and walked angrily into the elevator. When he was up the stairs, he kicked the door.

Violette and I hid outside the door, watching Damien cause trouble for Jack.

Jack was probably still asleep. Now the door was kicked open, and he grumbled impatiently. "Who’s there? Can’t you let me sleep!"

The door opened, and Damien walked in with a cold face.

Jack was still in bed with his upper body bare, and his face was pale with fear.

He nervously clutched the blanket, stuttering as he spoke, "Damien... Damien, why are you here?"

"I’ve been looking for you for a long time," Damien said calmly, walking to the bedside and glancing around the room. "You’re hiding here, sleeping so soundly."

Jack was terrified, stammering as he spoke, "Damien... I, I... my phone broke these past two days, I haven’t had a chance to replace it, I..."

Before Jack could finish his sentence, Damien had already grabbed him by the collar. "What about the video? Aren’t you going to explain that to me?"

"It’s not... I swear, there was a woman who looked exactly like Sophia. I was scared so I babbled nonsense out of fear. Damien, you have to trust me! Someone obviously set me up, they even recorded a video," Jack said, clearly feeling guilty and scared.

"Jack, you chose to hide the fact that you found Sophia pleading for help in the car at first. I’ve already given you one chance. Are you sure you want me to resort to violence again before you’re willing to speak?" Damien’s anger was heavy, as if he could really harm Jack.

Jack trembled in fear. "Damien... After Sophia died, you went a little insane. Please... don’t do this...

I’m your cousin brother, you can’t..."

"Ah!" With a scream, Damien pressed Jack’s head and smashed it against the bedside table. In an instant, blood was all over his nose and mouth.

Violette and I were both startled, hiding behind the door and not daring to enter.

Damien... Why was he acting like a madman?

I admit, I’d seen Damien lose control after drinking, but he was never so crazy regarding anything about me.

"Damien... I was wrong, I’ll talk..." Jack cried and begged for mercy.