Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Henry gave me an icy smirk, a look laden with a warning before he stood up and walked away.

I knew what he was thinking.

If anything happened to the little one in my womb, if Caleb were to die, he’d be the rightful heir to the Langley estate.

“Darling, better take good care of that bun in the oven,” a middle–aged man by Henry’s side quipped with a chuckle, sidling up to me and squinting as he looked me over. “Such a beauty, what a shame…”

He pinched my chin with a smirk and left.

Once everyone had cleared out, I flopped down onto the couch with a sigh of relief.

“Madam,” Eric began soothingly. “I’m sorry you had to endure that. Right now, your main job is to look after yourself and keep the baby safe.”

“When is Brendan due back from his trip?” I asked. Even though the patriarch had suffered a stroke and was practically powerless, his presence alone was enough to keep the vultures at bay.

“He’ll be back on home soil tomorrow,” Eric replied in a hushed tone.

I nodded and glanced upstairs.

Colin was awake; his pallor was ghostly as he stood at the top of the stairs, watching with detached coldness where Henry and his entourage had departed.

“You shouldn’t be up. Go back to bed,” I urged him to return to his room.

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His demeanor softened, and his voice was tinged with fear. “Phoebe, I’m scared… I can’t sleep.” I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of my misfortune. Of all the lives to be reborn into, I had to end up in the Langley family, a veritable lion’s den.

“Eric, what’s the situation with the Langley Group now?” I asked.

With Brendan incapacitated and Samuel in trouble, the company must be in chaos.

“Mr. Henry has taken temporary control of the company. That man by his side, Julian Langley. is his son. He’s got the entire security department under his thumb,” Eric said diplomatically. which was a polite way of telling me the Langleys were under siege by Henry and his son.

It seemed the news of Brendan’s mishap had been leaked to Henry in record time.

Now I had even more reason to suspect that the simultaneous troubles of Brendan and Samuel were orchestrated by someone.

Henry was the prime suspect, standing to gain the most.

16:15

“Let’s put the company issues aside for now; we need to untangle this mess,” I said, heading

upstairs.

The immediate concern was to wrest control of the company from Henry’s grip.

It wasn’t that I sought conflict with them, but as the saying goes, “A man is not guilty of carrying a jewel; the crime is in being caught.”

My status and the child I was carrying were reasons enough for them not to let me go. Hoping for their mercy was futile; my only option was to roll the dice and take a chance.

Upstairs, Colin reached out to me. I sighed and coaxed him back to his room.

“Those people… they’re bad,” Colin said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into an embrace.

“Did they hurt you?” I asked softly.

He hummed affirmatively, his voice a deep rumble:

I fell silent for a long time. Colin’s position and predicament within the Langley family must have brought him much suffering. How could they let him be? They’d likely be pleased only if he were dead. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Henry’s desire to take over the company was probably not a recent development. The schemes and calculations against Colin must have started long ago.

“Brendan’s in trouble, and Samuel can’t come to the rescue,” I said, looking into Colin’s eyes. trying to comfort him. “From now on, it’s just you and me against the world. We have to huddle together for warmth and trust each other, you understand?”