Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 

“Don’t fall for him again.” 

I entered Caleb’s room when, out of nowhere. I found myself pinned against the wall. 

And he told me to stop harboring feelings for him. He was talking about Dexter. 

“Not anymore.” I mumbled, my voice hoarse as I averted my gaze. 

“Lies…” He accused me of lying. 

“I…” I tried to explain, but his grip on my chin prevented any further words as his mouth sealed over mine. 

His breath was scorching, and the room seemed to burn with an invisible fire. 

I was still afraid of him: Caleb could be truly intimidating when he meant business. “Colin…” I muttered. 

It seemed that he could regain a sliver of sanity when I called him Colin. 

True to form, his icy eyes hesitated for a moment at the sound of his name Colin, and he released me with a heavy breath, probably worried about hurting the baby growing inside me.. 

“Phoebe… don’t leave me again. Don’t lie to me again.” 

He kept saying ‘again‘. As if Phoebe Caldwell had deceived him countless times before. 

But I couldn’t remember any of it. 

That night, Caleb clung to me with a stubborn desperation, refusing to let go for the longest time. 

Maybe it was the rain, but I came down with a fever in the night, my head throbbing with a dull 

pain. 

Memories that weren’t mine began to creep into my consciousness. 

“To get a hold on Caleb, you need to become a woman named Phoebe…” 

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“You must mimic her every move, her expressions, even the simplest gestures and words. Everything should be as Phoebe–like as possible.” 

“Only then can you make Caleb keep you by his side, and step by step, you’ll secure your shares of the Langley Group.” 

“No, I am Phoebe myself…” I struggled in my dreams, wrestling with those foreign memories. 

Who was that voice? 

The murderer? 

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No, the voice was all wrong. 

“No. Lam Phoebe myself.” I awoke with a start, gasping for air. 

Caleb was sitting beside me and holding a damp cloth, his eyes filled with concern. 

“Colin…” I whispered, fear suddenly gripped me and I clung tightly to Caleb. 

Caleb’s body tensed, then he soothed me softly. “Nightmare?” 

I nodded, my thoughts a jumbled mess. 

Foebe had too many secrets. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he said, his voice hoarse but I always felt that familiar. 

“Sleep now. You’ve got a fever. You’ll feel better when you wake up.” 

I drifted back into a restless slumber, unsure how long I slept. When I awoke, it was already noon the next day. 

“Colin…” I murmured. 

“Where’s Caleb?” I inquired as I ventured out. 

“The young master has gone to the company,” came the reply from a new face among the Langley household staff. I hadn’t even noticed the change the day before. 

When did all the staff get replaced? 

“Where’s Ailie?” I probed. 

The nanny looked down. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know an Ailie. My name’s Fidelia.”