Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

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Chapter 435 Chapter 435 Chapter 435 "Feeling a bit tender-hearted, are you?" I turned back to look at Dexter, my voice heavy with sarcasm. "You know what the difference is between you and Colin?" Dexter seemed hurt, his grip on the hem of my shirt tightening.

"It's not... I just, don't want you to..." He didn't wantto kill, didn't wantto cross that line.

I understood his sentiment, but he didn't really get me.

The difference between him and Colin was, Colin backedup no matter what. If I was the devil, he was right there with me; if I was an angel, he'd sprout wings too.

I do good, he's on board. I do bad, he's ready to help dig the hole.

But Colin knewtoo well. He knew I wouldn't actually cross certain lines...

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At least, I had ssemblance of a moral compass.

"This is someone else's designed slaughterhouse. If I do kill her, who's to say?" I scoffed, taunting Dexter. "You wouldn't snitch to the cops, would you?" Dexter's clutch on my wrist tightened in panic. "Phoebe... please, don't." "You're scarily righteous." I shook Dexter off and walked over to Melody, stepping on her neck.

With the dim light of the fire reflecting off our faces, I spoke sternly. "You better spill what you know." Fear, pain, and the cold made Melody tremble all over.

She knew I could easily end her life, but her silence spoke volumes. It meant Damian was far scarier than me. Damian had ways to make living feel worse than death.

"Melody, you've got no other choice. If you want to survive, you gotta listen to me..." I let go of her hair, my disdain clear as I flicked her blood off my fingers. "Even if you don't tell me, do you think Damian will ever fully trust you after this? The man is paranoid... Just a little nudge from me, and he'd make your life a living hell. Why not join forces withinstead?" Melody glared atwith pure hatred. "You're not scared I might kill you once I'm out?" "If you think you've got what it takes, be my guest..." "Phoebe was tough too, and look where she ended up... Dead. You're no different," Melody spat back at me, defiance in her eyes.

I slowly pressed my hand against her wound, fingers probing deeper into the cut.

Her scream echoed down the staircase.

My gaze remained unfazed, making Melody see a demon in me.

"Dexter, Dexter help me." Dexter's look towardswas complicated. He stepped forward, wanting to stop me, but Melody's life was in my hands.

"I'll talk! I can't take it..." she sobbed.

"Make it something I want to hear," I warned, my voice cold.

"Aren't you scared... Dexter finding out the truth?" Melody gasped from the floor, looking at Dexter. "If I spill, your little secret of playing Phoebe... won't last!" "Enough with the ." I slapped her, tired of her stalling.

Melody lay there, sobbing, trying to speak through her tears.

"Dexter... don't you want to know why Phoebe and Foebe share so many similarities? Why she could impersonate Phoebe so convincingly that even you and Caleb couldn't see through her? Willingly deceived, relishing in the lie?"

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She cried out to Dexter, "Because, they are clones with the sgic makeup, implanted into different mothers. In other words, Foebe and Phoebe are both products of the Gene-Forge Collective... Clones!" With her revelation, Dexter staggered back, almost losing his balance against the wall.

Clones...

"Damian's always on guard. I really don't know much..." Melody cried, looking atdesperately. "I only learned this.by overbearing this phone conversation... They're conducting gic experiments on humans, creating clones from human embryos. Initially... it was just for organ transplants for the wealthy, but then... I don't know what they've secretly been researching."

Melody was gasping for air, tears streaming down her face. "Foebe, you're not even human, you're just an experiment. Phoebe too. You're all incomplete experiments, and globally, there might be countless others just like you, implanted into different mothers." This was a horrifying truth.

It meant there could be countless 'Phoebe Caldwells'.

Countless versions of me.

Existing in places I can't see.

In realms I'm unaware of.

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