Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



"She's not Phoebe Caldwell... she's Foebe Larson..." Hannah's body trembled uncontrollably, as if she couldn't fight the effects of the drugs. "It's Foebe, after being hypnotized..."

According to Hannah, Foebe was in cahoots with Damian, and I was definitely not the rebirth of Phoebe Caldwell.

I am Foebe Larson.

Phoebe Caldwell was dead.

By the time the police discovered the body in the glass cab, Phoebe Caldwell was already dead.

Damian's hypnosis was so successful, even I... was fooled.

Naomi grabbed my hair, smashing my head against the wall, blood trickling down my forehead.

Ha...

Turns out, I'm really just a joke.

"Foebe, you and Damian are in this together. Damian is a traitor," Naomi said, gripping my hair, forcing me to look at Hannah. "Did you hear that? You're with Damian. Her dad hypnotized you, made you forget everything, then implanted new memories about Phoebe Caldwell, creating a false illusion of Phoebe Caldwell's rebirth in you."

"Before this, he fed you a lot of information about Phoebe Caldwell, her research records, her behaviors... Based on the organization's surveillance logs of Phoebe, you thought it'd be easy to impersonate her," Naomi chuckled. "So, you're not Phoebe... you're Foebe."

"To make you more like Phoebe, Damian had to trick even you into believing you were Phoebe. Only if you believed it, others would too," Naomi said, looking at me with pity. "Just a pitiful creature who doesn't even know who she is..."

"His hypnosis made you firmly believe you were Phoebe. So, when you suddenly woke up one day, believing you were reborn in someone else's body... That was a fallacy, a show put on by Damian and you. Your real goal was to expose the organization, to draw police attention to us, to expose us..."

Naomi pushed me away, whispering, "Get rid of her, stage a suicide, throw her into the sea."

Foebe had an 'identity,' naturally, she couldn't be disposed of like other test subjects, leaving nothing behind.

Her minions hesitated. "What if the higher-ups blame us? We haven't received any orders yet, and besides, the All-Stars Consortium just took her in. Killing her now..."

"Slap!" Naomi, seemingly losing it, slapped a minion across the face, "I told you to kill her. If the higher ups blame us, I'll take full responsibility! But she must die!"

As for the All-Stars Consortium, she just needed to lie, claim the test subject died by her own hand.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The minions looked at me nervously, worried about the blame from higher-ups.

"Why bother others... If you kill me, they'll have to take responsibility. If you dare, do it yourself." I leaned against the wall, forcing the blood in

my n

mouth down.

My heart ached terribly, even with the evidence before me, I refused to believe... I'm not Phoebe, I'm just Foebe.

If I'm just Foebe, then it's too unfair to Colin.

Hypnosis, memory implantation, ha...

Indeed, I've even fooled myself.

"If you dare... then kill me!" I yelled at Naomi, under these circumstances... in Naomi's lab, my chances of survival were zero. Then let's die together...

For a moment, I truly believed Hannah and Naomi's words, I wasn't Phoebe... I was just Foebe, hypnotized to forget everything, even deceiving myself.

If I really am Foebe, then let me die here, let it end this way, at least... stop deceiving Colin.

He's suffered enough from losing the real Phoebe. Now that there's someone identical to Phoebe, let him... be with the current Phoebe, let them be happy together.