Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



"Make it look like a suicide," the boss had ordered.

"Such a waste to just off her like that. You mean to frame it as if she's taken her own life out of guilt? Wouldn't running away in fear work just as well?" James smirked.

"What do you mean by that?"

"We could still turn a pretty penny."

I strained to open my eyes, but I knew better than to make a move just yet.

This James... he was part of the human trafficking ring.

No wonder they were all considered suspects in the serial killings, not a single one spared.

"Fanny's gone, and now we can't directly connect with our contacts on the other side. Any money we make, we have to split with them. Damn bad luck."

"The serial killer's dead, what's there to fear?" James was convinced that Dorian, now dead, was the culprit.

Fanny, the first woman killed from the orphanage. She was the so-called 'big sister' of the place.

"You really think the mastermind behind the serial killings is dead?" James's accomplice chuckled. "Why do I feel like everyone on the killer's list ends up dead?"

Maybe it was a joke, but James, being on that list, was clearly unnerved. "Cut the crap. It's been ages, and no one else has died. Clearly, Dorian was the killer, and he's dead."

James had grown bold since Dorian's demise, dropping all pretenses.

"Seriously selling her off? What if the boss asks..."

"Just say we dealt with her, made her disappear as ordered." James spoke indifferently, stepping closer to me.

By now, I was awake but dared not open my eyes.

James seemed to contemplate me

for a long while before sneering. "Oh, Foebe, don't blame me for this.

Blame your own naivety, trying to survive and still generously funding those kids. Those kids, of all people, trusted you. If we didn't use you, Who would we use?"

"People shouldn't be too kind-hearted, don't meddle in others' karma; it'll only bite you back," James muttered to himself.

I understood James's words and breathed a sigh of relief. Foebe hadn't broken the law; she was exploited.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

The man behind it all was Damian. Because of Foebe's kindness and her goodwill towards those street kids, she became a target for exploitation by these villains.

They must have threatened or deceived Foebe using this.

Considering what James mentioned about charity funds and projects, it seemed Foebe couldn't support so many children on her own, especially with some having congenital illnesses. Foebe needed a lot of money.

"Foebe, I actually quite liked you."

He grabbed my chin, taking the opportunity to stroke my face.

I could feel his malice...

"But what a pity, the boss actually wanted you to marry that fool." As he saw me unconscious, James grew bolder. "You're so compliant just throw some money for those little brats' treatments, and you'd even sell yourself. Such a good person..."

His fingers began to creep lower, lifting my shirt.

I suppressed the urge to react, knowing there were more than just James in the vicinity... If I showed signs of waking, they'd surely want me dead.

"Such a shame, who could've

known? Once you disappear, they'll think you were the devil exploiting and trafficking those kids. Who will remember your goodness? Utterly foolish." James sneered, mocking Foebe's naivety.

Honestly, I felt sorry for Foebe too. She sacrificed so much for those children... even imitating 'Phoebe Caldwell' and marrying Caleb was all to secure funds for the kids' treatments.

Sadly, in a world filled with malice, she was ultimately exploited.