Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I nodded in agreement. “Once we recover the recording on the phone, Melody won’t be able to escape. She knows it all too well.”

“You seem to know a lot,” Stella eyed me suspiciously. “What exactly is your endgame here?”

“To make Melody and Dexter pay,” I stated, my resolve unwavering. “Dexter always thought Melody was some kind of angel, right? Well, it’s time we pull the mask off the saint and show Dexter who she really is.”

“We?” Stella scoffed. “What makes you so sure I’m on your side?”

“You will be. You know what Phoebe went through with the Fitzgeralds, and you know it wasn’t just once that Melody framed her,” I asserted with confidence. “For the sake of your good friend, you’ll help me.”

“So where do we start?” Stella relented, her hatred for Dexter and Melody evident.

I slid a piece of paper across to her. “Phoebe didn’t push Melody down the stairs. Hank saw everything; he was a witness. They lied, made up a story, but Hank saw it wasn’t Phoebe who pushed her.”

“Hank’s in Melody’s pocket. Even if he saw something, he wouldn’t tell the truth,” Stella frowned.

“Hank’s a coward. You help me scare him, and he’ll spill everything. Then we’ll bring Dexter and Melody into the mix,” I plotted. I was set on staging an opening act for Dexter to show him Melody’s true colors..

I wanted to crumble their so–called love story, to ensure that Melody never got what she wanted.

Melody and Dexter had to face their reckoning.

“I should get going.” Outside, a group of people were searching around, clearly the Langley family’s bodyguards. I couldn’t be away for too long; the Langleys would get suspicious.

“How will I contact you?” Stella asked, her brow furrowed.

“I’ll reach out to you,” I said as I stood up, ready to leave.

“I trust you… because you could answer my questions, you know things… it means Phoebe really trusted you,” Stella’s voice was hoarse.

I felt a lump in my throat and nodded. “Wait for my word.”

Leaving the café, I hailed a cab and headed back to the Langley estate, picking up some baby supplies along the way.

Brendan’s expression was sour as he stood in the yard. “Where have you been?”

“Grandpa, I was just so thrilled that I went to the mall near the hospital and got some stuff for the baby. I know it’s early, but buying ahead brings good luck, symbolizing a safe and smooth. delivery,” I cooed, playing up to Brendan’s whims.

Brendan was no easy mark; his presence alone sent shivers down my spine.

Brendan grunted, letting it slide. “You’re carrying the Langley heir. Complete your mission by ensuring a safe birth, you understand?”

I nodded obediently. “Of course, Grandpa.”

“Good. Now rest up in your room.”

As the nanny escorted me upstairs, they took me to a different room. “I’m not staying with him anymore?”

“With your condition, it’s safer not to be around that madman,” the nanny said with disdain. They had no respect for Colin.

“All things aside, he’s still a Langley, the father of my child. Speaking so poorly of him is out of line. If the patriarch hears, he might think it’s a bad omen, fearing the child I bear might be… mad too,” I whispered, intimidating her.

The nanny’s face went pale, and she quickly bowed her head. “You’re right, madam.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Passing by Colin’s room, I suddenly stopped. Inside, the sounds of a struggle and muffled pain echoed.

I turned to the nanny. “What’s happening in there?”

“That mad… the young master had a fit again today, tried to run off, got caught. Mr. Samuel Langley is disciplining him,” the nanny glanced nervously around. “Madam, let’s move on. We shouldn’t get involved.”

My heart raced as I remembered the bruises on Colin.

Taking a few steps away, I abruptly turned and marched back, shoving the door open with force.