Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

After leaving the Miller residence, I took a cab to my old home.

After my parents died in a car accident, I sold all our properties to pay off debts, except for this old house, which holds all the memories of my parents and me.

Getting out of the car, I looked at the familiar place with mixed feelings. Taking out the key hidden in the flowerpot, I stood there in silence for a long time before opening the door.

The house was quiet, filled with my photos and my parents’ belongings. It seemed like nothing had changed, yet everything was different.

Sitting on the couch, I quietly stared at the photos on the wall. It all felt like a dream.

Suddenly, I heard a faint sound behind me. My body stiffened, and my nerves tensed up. Was someone in my house?

Afraid to turn around, I slowly reached for my phone to call the cops.

But as always, in moments of extreme panic, my hands fumbled, and even unlocking my phone screen became a struggle.

Behind me, I felt someone was staring at me, getting closer and closer.

Taking a deep breath, I abruptly stood up and turned to look behind me.

At the doorway, a man stood holding a stick, his face grim as he looked at me.

I stood frozen in place, my throat constricted with fear.

That person... He was tall, with black hair, a grim face, and a large burn scar on his right cheek and fingers.

His overall appearance was eerie and unsettling, just like the fear I felt before I died.

"Are you following me?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. It was a fear that stemmed from the depths of my soul.

"How did you know I was here?" he frowned, tossing the stick aside and communicating with me as if he were accustomed to it.

I stared at him rigidly.

This voice... it was definitely the person who killed me before. Definitely! But why did he seem to know me?

Wait... I’m currently assuming the identity of Sofia. Why does he recognize me?

"I didn’t know you were here," I spoke softly, taking a deep breath. "Isn’t this where Sophia used to live? I’ve been getting close to her friend, Juliet, recently, and I found out where she used to live."

The man sat on the couch. "I’m hiding out here for a few days."

I stood still, stiffly looking at him.

"It seems you’ve done a good job impersonating her," he sneered.

I was frozen.

What did he mean? What relationship did Sofia have with this man? Impersonating what?

"Just..." My mind raced quickly, with no memories associated with this man.

"Mr. Black Senior had a stroke..." I guessed, thinking that our cooperation was related to the Black family.

"Are you pregnant with his child?" The man seemed uninterested in matters concerning the Black family, just glaring at me darkly.

A chill ran down my spine. This man seemed capable of killing me at any moment. But why... was he staying in my house?

"Yes..." I answered softly...

The man suddenly laughed. His laughter was wild and intense.

I felt nervous, not knowing what to say.

"He mistook you for Sophia?" he spoke first, as if talking to himself. "He really mistook you for Sophia? Hahaha... saying he loves her so much, but this is all he can do. Just anyone can replace Sophia in his heart!"

I stared at him in shock.

What did he mean by mistaking me for Sophia?

"Don’t think you’re smart," he suddenly stopped laughing, his hostility intensifying. "Do you think he’ll always listen to you just because you’ve left traces of Sophia and imitated her?"

I didn’t say anything, letting him continue.

"Get the task done quickly, and don’t entertain any inappropriate thoughts," he warned in a low voice.

I gasped and felt a chill. What task had he given Sofia? Was it related to Dexter?

Did Dexter mistake Sofia for Sophia?

Dexter called me Sophia, not Sofia, but Sophia?

"I got it..." I held onto my phone nervously, watching the man, eager to make a call to the cops.

This guy...he’s definitely the murderer.

"You can leave now," he motioned with his hand.

I nodded and ran in a hurry.

"Don’t entertain any unrealistic fantasies. He just sees you as Sophia, but he won’t actually develop feelings for you," he warned as I reached the door.

I dashed out of the house without looking back, my legs felt weak.

Taking out my phone, I wanted to call the cops, but it took me a while to realize, what should I tell them?

That he was a murderer? Where was the evidence?

If I can’t provide proof, would I just be stirring up trouble?

But why was he staying in my house?

What’s going on? Was this a provocation?

Just as I stepped out of the hallway, I bumped into someone’s embrace. It was Dexter.

He reached out and held me in his embrace, his voice hoarse. "Why do you keep running around..."

He was worried about me.

"You..." I held onto Dexter tightly, seeking some sense of security.

The voice of the man upstairs and Dexter’s voice sounded similar, both were hoarse and low.

"How do you always manage to find me?" I looked up at Dexter and asked nervously.

Dexter didn’t say anything.

"Do you have a tracker on me?" I continued to ask.

"Just...afraid you’ll get into trouble." Dexter averted his gaze.

I nervously glanced back, afraid the murderer upstairs might come out.

Holding Dexter’s hand, I quickly led him away,

"Where’s the tracker?" I asked Dexter.

Dexter remained silent.

"You gonna talk or not?" I frowned, getting a little annoyed.

Dexter held my wrist and rubbed the bracelet on it.

Then he touched the pendant around my neck.

Well... turned out all the jewelry I wore daily had trackers?

Not only that.

His hand ended up on my phone.

I was furious that I was being tracked.

Dexter looked as if he was wronged, holding my hand. "Sophia..."

"Let’s go, we’re heading home." I always felt a chill down my spine, bringing Dexter back with me.

Afraid of being targeted by that murderer.

That murderer probably doesn’t know I’m Sophia.

He surely couldn’t have imagined I would experience being reincarnated.

But what did he ask Sofia to do? I’m currently using Sofia’s identity. If I keep investigating, won’t it lead back to me? Is Sofia the accomplice?

"Sophia, something on your mind?" On the way back home, Dexter held my hand, asking.

I didn’t say anything. I’m thinking about what to do next.

Until we got home, I didn’t talk to Dexter.

Dexter just stayed with me quietly.

"Dexter... Violette told me you went to the police station to confess that you’re a murderer, why?" I looked at Dexter, trying to see his reaction.

Dexter glanced at me, then looked down.

"If you don’t want to talk about it... forget it," I was afraid of arousing suspicion from Dexter.

And I still suspected that Dexter and the murderer living in my house were in cahoots.

"That man said... if I voluntarily confess that I’m a murderer, he’ll return you to me," Dexter’s voice was hoarse, head lowered, hair covering his eyes, so I couldn’t see his emotions or gaze.

But I could feel him trembling.

"Who is he..." I nervously looked at Dexter. "Return me to you? Is it Sofia, or Sophia?"

Dexter raised his head, his eyes burning as he looked at me.

The murderer said that Dexter mistook Sofia for Sophia, treating Sofia as a substitute.

So the person Dexter truly wanted to save was Sophia? Was he referring to Sophia every time he called out "Sophia"?