Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Damien abducted me, threatened my husband, and assaulted him..." I told the truth in a low voice.

Damien’s gaze deepened as he stared at me and sneered. "I abducted you? Where’s your proof? Officer, I’m willing to cooperate with your investigation."

Then, before he left with the cops, Damien took another glance at me.

"You’ll regret this, Sofia," he said.

Damien was certain that Dexter would kill me one day. And when the time came, I would regret not having believed him.

"Sophia..." Dexter came to me with a pale expression. He leaned on me and rested his chin on my shoulder, as if he was drained of all strength. "It hurts."

My body tensed up slightly as I softly asked, "Did you inform the police before you came?

"Uh huh," Dexter admitted that he had asked someone to call the cops.

Apparently, Dexter wasn’t stupid at all.

Damien had met his match this time.

"Mr. Black was worried about you," Ewan respectfully said.

I stared at Ewan with a complicated expression.

I wondered what connections he, Howard, and the murderer shared.

Were they working for Dexter?

Suddenly, Dexter pulled my hand, trying to leave.

However, I stood there motionless.

Dexter turned to me with a bewildered look, seeming somewhat afraid.

"Who was that guy at the courtyard?" I stared at Dexter and asked in a hoarse voice.

Instead of harboring suspicions, I’d rather lay all the cards on the table.

Dexter stared back at me for a long while before saying, "He’s Simmie. He’s also from the orphanage. 15 years old. Survivor of that fire. From Dorm 403."

Dorm 403 was the dormitory room adjacent to the room where Dexter and Simeon had been trapped in.

In that fire, many children had died. But Simmie was one of the lucky survivors.

However, due to his severe burns, I couldn’t make out his features or tell his age. All knew was that he was tall and slender–just like the killer in my memory.

"He’s not the murderer..." Dexter explained in a soft voice.

I turned around and looked at Zion, puzzled.

Zion nodded and said to me, "He’s right. That guy’s only 15 and underage. He rarely gues out of the house because his body’s in bad shape from the burns. He lives with his elder sister. She’s the only family he has. I also checked his arms no red birthmark."

I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache coming on.

Did I remember it wrong?

No, he was definitely the person who had spoken to me at my house that day.

Simmie?

But I was certain that the man who murdered me had a red birthmark on his arm.

"He’s been to Sophia’s house, right?" I asked Zion.

Zion nodded. "That kid often sneaks into houses to steal because he has no income. He’s just a thief."

"Which means that he’s the one who knocked Violette out, right? Then the body found at Sophia’s house was..." I anxiously asked.

Zion shook his head. "It wasn’t him. He has an alibi–every month, he goes to the hospital to get his prescription. The doctors, nurses, and even the surveillance camera. can prove that he was at the hospital the entire time. So, he didn’t hurt Violette or kill anyone that night."

But I still couldn’t buy it. My instinct was telling me that something was definitely off about that guy.

"Why did you send him food?" I turned to Dexter, hoping that he would tell me the truth. "He has no income, and no one wants to hire him." Dexter approached me and tried to hold my hand, but I dodged.

"How about Ewan then? Why did you meet up with Howard?" I wanted to hear everyone’s side of the story, I didn’t want any more secrets.

"Mr. Black doesn’t want you to further get involved. He’s concerned about your safety, "Ewan explained indifferently. But he didn’t seem to be lying either.

However, I wouldn’t dare to trust them entirely.

"Let’s go," I said in a low, suppressed tone and led the way.

"Simmy... Simmie," I murmured to myself.

Their names sounded alike, but their ages didn’t match.

"Sophia... Let’s go home," Dexter cautiously took my hand and spoke softly. I glanced at him. "Do not lie to me, ever. Even if it’s just a white lie."

Dexter’s fingers stiffened as he looked at me. "Dexter doesn’t lie. Sophia lies."

My heart skipped a beat, and I shifted my glance elsewhere, feeling somewhat guilty.

Was he implying that he’d never lied, whereas I was the one who lied a lot?

When did I ever lie to him?

When we stepped out of the abandoned asylum, we saw a flood of reporters and onlookers gathered at the entrance.

The crowd surrounded Damien and were asking him why he, the president of the Coleman Group, was involved in an abduction and illegal activities.

But Damien merely got into the car with a solemn face. "No comment," he said.

Obviously, the reporters were here for Damien. If the media reported this, it would definitely have an impact on the Coleman Group.

Then, Damien gave me a cold stare and silently left with the police.

"The president of the Coleman Group was involved in an abduction!"

"Why did he do that?"

The reporters murmured among themselves while the onlookers commented that Damien had gone mad.

The Coleman Group’s stock price would be severely impacted if this news got out.

Did Damien offend someone?

I suspiciously looked at Dexter. "Did you do this?"

Dexter remained silent, tacitly admitting his involvement.

It seemed as if he was a bad liar, so he chose to stay silent instead.

"The Coleman family is in for a ride now." Zion sighed and gave me a glance before getting

into his car. "If Damien is charged with abduction, the Colemans might want to settle this with you in private. It’s your call."

I was startled.

If someone from the Coleman family wanted to meet me to discuss Damien’s matter, it would definitely be Aunty Lisa

I might show no mercy to Damien, but I might not be able to do the same to Aunty Lisa.

I got into Ewan’s car. Then, after a moment of hesitation, I decided to ask Dexter, "Are you trying to ruin Damien’s life?"

How could he possibly do that?

"No." Dexter shook his head. "I want him dead."

Dexter’s eyes glinted with murderous intent when he said this.

The news of Damien being taken away by the police spread like wildfire and soon reached. the ears of the Coleman family.

When Aunty Lisa came to the Black residence to see me, I noticed that she had significantly aged.

I’d heard that after my death, Aunty Lisa was so grief–stricken that she fell ill and had been recuperating at the hospital.

This time, however, she specifically came back for Damien.

The Colemans’ legal team was formidable. Although the abduction charge might not hold, Damien’s unlawful restriction of my freedom still constituted a crime.

I knew Aunty Lisa had come to have me sign a release form to salvage Damien’s

reputation and mitigate the impact on the company.

"Mrs. Black, Mrs. Coleman is here." The nanny led Aunty Lisa to the living room.

My fingers tightened as I calmly remained seated.

When Aunty Lisa saw me, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth in disbelief as her eyes reddened.

As much as I wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t.

I was not Sophia Carlson anymore. I was just a stranger with no connection to her.

"Please excuse me... Ms. Larson. You look very much like my daughter." Aunty Lisa was choked with emotion.

She always told me and everyone else that I was her daughter.

I knew Aunty Lisa truly and dearly loved me, but... I didn’t want to let Damien off the hook again.

"Ms. Larson, I know what Damien did was rather rude and inappropriate. Please... let us know what we can do to compensate you," Aunty Lisa pleaded softly.

"You’re responsible for his poor upbringing. Just how long do you think you can clean up his messes for him?" I said firmly.

This time, I wouldn’t let Damien off so easily.

I wanted him punished. Even if his legal team could get him a 15–day detention, so be it.

Aunty Lisa was silent for a while before speaking, "After my daughter, Sophia, passed away, Damien has been somewhat unhinged. But this is his karma... for lying to Sophia and himself for so many years. He told me that you were a close friend of Sophia’s and that Sophia confided everything in you?"

I frowned as I looked at Aunty Lisa. "You mentioned Damien lied to Sophia. What did he lie about?"

"In that car accident involving the Carlsons... The person who saved Sophia and her parents wasn’t Damien," Aunty Lisa said.