Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Lately, I’ve had this nagging feeling that someone’s watching me a pair of eyes fixed on my back. But every time I whirl around, there’s nothing there. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Just the other day, as I was getting into my car, I overheard Dexter’s assistant murmuring into his ear. “Everything on Foebe Larson.

It was crystal clear: Dexter was digging into Foebe Larson’s life.

He suspected I was Phoebe, but that was all it was suspicion.

The man was too full of himself to admit he could’ve been responsible for Phoebe’s demise. He was on the hunt for someone–anyone–who could be a stand–in for her, just to make his presence felt.

“Foebe used to be so meek and compliant, then she suddenly turned tough,” the assistant whispered. “I wonder if it’s because she married into the Langley family and got a powerful. backing.”

Dexter remained silent, his gaze lingered on me as I walked away.

“To Sea City Hospital please.” I said.

Stella and I had agreed to meet by the hospital’s entrance. By the time I got there, Stella was already waiting.

“Sorry, got held up.” I said with an apologetic smile.

“You’re still not getting it quite right. Phoebe wouldn’t be so formal with me.” Stella said with a cold voice, leading me inside. “She’d just say, ‘Sorry I’m late, let’s go grab a burger.“”

“Sorry I’m late, let’s go grab a burger,” I echoed with Stella in unison.

She paused, her gaze complex as she looked at me.

I just smiled, saying nothing else.

“Even if you nail the imitation, you’re still just a pale copy.” Stella warned as we walked on.

Melody was now under major police protection and surveillance, which meant eded an escort to see her.

I hadn’t a clue why Melody wanted to meet, but I was certain it wasn’t to wish me well.

“Foebe,” she greeted me from her hospital bed, looking as fragile as a porcelain doll in her patient’s gown.

The last time I saw her here, she was falsely accusing me of pushing her down the stairs.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me how the tables had turned.

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10:53

“What do you want? Lasked, my voice heavy.

Melody glanced at Stella instinctively and hesitated.

Stella nodded. “Til step out. You talk,”

Frowned, puzzled by Melody’s insistence on privacy.

Once we were alone, Melody’s voice dropped to a frantic whisper, “I did everything you told me hot You asked me to lure Phoebe out on the 15th, and I did. You promised it’d be foolproof. Now Dexter’s onto us and what am I supposed to do?”

I tell a chill as I looked at her warily.

Was she setting me up?

“Ah, so now you want to pin all the blame for hurting Phoebe on me? I’m not taking that fall,” I said with a warning edge. “I thought you were more capable than this, Melody. Playing these blame games, huh?”

Melody’s brow furrowed in confusion, “What are you talking about? Are you denying it now? It was you who told me to set up Phoebe, and it was you who wanted updates on her every move and had me record her speech patterns and mannerisms to send to you. Aren’t you the one who’s been impersonating her? Don’t tell me that you think you’re her now after doing the impersonation for so long.”

I looked at Melody as my suspicions grew. I didn’t know if there was really a deal between Foebe and Melody.

“I’ve been sending you, Phoebe’s details and her pictures, and you promised she’d vanish for good I have all the records here,” Melody said, waving her phone. “Let me tell you, if Dexter makes my life difficult. I won’t make yours any easier. I’ll tell the cops you’re the one pulling the strings.”

Rooted to the spot, I felt a wave of panic wash over me.

What the hell was Foebe up to? Impersonating me?